Outside Xuanyuan City, Lin Huang and Yan Zangfeng walked side by side.

When Yan Zangfeng mentioned Yin Yang Valley, his expression was a little sharp, and there was a trace of resolute killing intent in his eyes that had experienced the world.

"What is the evil king in the Valley of Yin and Yang?"

Lin Huang opened his mouth and said, this question was asked by Lin Huang when he first saw Yan Zangfeng. However, there was no clear response at the time.

"The Evil King, also known as the Crow!"

Yan Zangfeng spoke, "The crow is not an ordinary demon beast. Rather, more than 3,000 years ago, it came from outside the territory. It is rumored that he has immortal power, and he has been killed dozens of times, but he still hasn't died, so he can only suppress it continuously!"

"Extraterrestrial immortality?"

Lin Huang's brows suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but be a little frightened.

Yan Zangfeng nodded, "The greatest power of the evil king is the soul dementor, which can separate endless blood crows, once an ordinary martial artist is dementored, he will turn into a puppet and become a walking corpse!"

"Even if a martial artist above the Tianyuan realm can cut off the power of the soul, but the blood crow can enter the body, once the blood crow enters the body, there are only two results!"

Yan Zangfeng sighed, "One is to completely surrender to the power of the blood crow, and also become a puppet. Otherwise, it will be sucked up by the blood crow and eventually die of silence!"

"The power of the blood crow is something that even the powerhouses of the Wuhou realm can't contend with!"

Lin Huang's expression became solemn, when he went to the Blood Triangle from the Great Xia Dynasty, he met Jia Wanjin, who was infiltrated by the blood crow, a dignified generation of martial marquis, but his appearance was withered and his vitality withered.

"And the reason why the Blood Spirit Hall exists is that someone has obtained part of the power of the evil king, in a vain attempt to completely unseal the evil king and enslave all the martial artists in the Eastern Spirit Realm!"

Yan Zangfeng continued: "And in the Eastern Spirit Realm, the more martial artists are controlled by the evil king, the stronger the evil king's power becomes. Every controlled warrior is like the nourishment of the earth, constantly nourishing the evil king!"

"Therefore, the birth of the evil king will definitely be a catastrophe in the Eastern Spirit Realm. If it can't be sealed, one day, it will become an irresistible existence, turning all the martial artists in the Eastern Spirit Realm into its slaves!"

"Now, there is only one last line left in the detention of the Sealing Evil King, and the Evil King can be sealed for a maximum of one year. If you want to get that relic, the day the evil king breaks the seal, I'm afraid it will be advanced again!"

Yan Zangfeng said calmly.

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, and his heart was naturally extremely urgent for the third Buddha God Relic, but if the evil king broke the seal in advance, when the disaster came, he would inevitably become a sinner in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Seeing that Lin Huang was thoughtful, Yan Zangfeng smiled, "When the master left, he said that the Eight Dao Detention will eventually break one day, and the birth of the evil demon is inevitable, we just need to think about how to seal the evil king!"

"How should the evil king be sealed?"

Lin Huang asked.

Yan Zangfeng shook his head, "A thousand years ago, Xuanyuan was sealing the Yin Yang Valley with great means, and left behind the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers. More than two hundred years ago, Xuanyuan Wuxiang re-established the Yin and Yang Valley with the help of the Mountains and Rivers Scrolls, although he was already dead, there may be a sealing strategy in the Mountains and Rivers Scrolls!"

"With Master's means, it shouldn't be difficult to seal Yin Yang Valley!"

Lin Huang said suddenly.

Based on Lin Huang's understanding of Xiao Yishan, Xiao Yishan must have a holy realm, if he wants to seal the evil king, he will naturally be able to capture it, but why should he leave without it.

"There are thousands of demons in the world, with me, Xiao Yishan, alone, can I step on the nine heavens and ten earths and seal countless demons? I can seal it once, and even kill it completely, but I am not a saint, and I can't protect the warriors in this world. The world will not be peaceful because of my Xiao Yishan, the so-called catastrophe, accompanied by rebirth and the baptism of blood, the only way to save yourself in the turbulent world is to save yourself!"

Yan Zangfeng said calmly, "This is Master's original words!"

Lin Huang nodded silently, understanding what Xiao Yishan was thinking.

In Xuanyuan City, the two walked side by side, through the streets and alleys, and gradually walked towards Xuanyuan Mansion.

"On the day the evil king is born, it may be time for the older generation of guys to take a curtain call. When the time comes, I only hope that you will carry this banner and guard the Yin and Yang Valley!"

Yan Zangfeng said suddenly.

Lin Huang looked slightly stunned, and then slowly shook his head and said, "I won't stay in the East Spirit Realm, maybe when the matter of Yin Yang Valley is over, I will leave!"

"I understand!"

Yan Zangfeng nodded, "The disciple of the Yang Dynasty Tu Xiao Yishan, how can he shrink into a corner of the Eastern Spirit, naturally there is a broader world for you to soar!"

"But after all, you are from the Eastern Spirit Realm, if one day the East Spirit Realm breaks out again, I hope you will not forget, this is also your hometown!"

Lin Huang nodded with a smile, looking at Yan Zangfeng's silent face, but his heart was a little sour. Now that the evil king has not broken the seal, Yan Zangfeng has already begun to think about what is behind him again.

I was afraid that the evil king in the Yin Yang Valley made Yan Zangfeng feel quite palpitations.

While the two were talking, they walked to Xuanyuan Mansion.

Yan Zangfeng's footsteps suddenly paused, and he looked up at the majestic ancient mansion in front of him, with a look of nostalgia on his face, "When I was young, I used to worship Xuanyuan Mansion very much. This mansion that has stood for thousands of years has been proud of all generations, and every generation is qualified to walk out of the East Spirit Realm. But they chose to stay, to stay here forever."

"Qianqiu Xuanyuan Mansion is like a rock in the wind and rain, turning the tide countless times and saving the East Spirit Realm. But he never expected that now it was a single transmission of the nine veins, and only Xuanyuan was the only one who raised the army, and turned into a giant pillar supporting the Eastern Spirit Realm!"

Outside the Xuanyuan Mansion, Yan Zangfeng's expression was solemn, even though he was a martial arts myth seventy years ago, he still maintained a high respect for the Xuanyuan Mansion.

"After more than 70 years, I also have the opportunity to step into Xuanyuan Mansion, but I have fulfilled a dream of my youth!"

Yan Zangfeng smiled flatly, and then straightened out his somewhat gray hair, tidied up his clothes, and stepped up the three steps of Xuanyuan Mansion with a smile on his face.

Squeak.

The door of Xuanyuan Mansion was wide open, Lin Huang looked up, and saw a burly middle-aged man standing quietly in the courtyard of the mansion, who stood with his hands in his hands, like a simple spear, as if waiting for a person to arrive.

Xuanyuan raised troops.

Yan Zangfeng raised his head and looked directly at Xuanyuan Tibing.

Their eyes met in the void, and they didn't speak, but nodded in mutual acknowledgment. Although they have never met, they seem to have been friends for many years.

Like a gentleman's friendship, the wind is light, but they are all the same.

Then, the two closed their eyes at the same time.

In the courtyard, Lin Huang's face was pale, and he only felt two terrifying auras permeating. Where he raised his eyes, he only saw two divine souls fighting with the void, stirring up a storm and clouds in the sky.

Lin Huang stared directly, but he couldn't see it clearly at all, he could only feel a terrifying aura venting out, overflowing the void.

Up and down the Xuanyuan Mansion, everyone was alarmed, and they all ran over to besiege the battle of the two gods.

Yan Zangfeng, a martial arts myth more than 70 years ago.

Xuanyuan raised troops, and there was no one in the world to fight.

Around 70 years ago, the battle between the two generations of myths, even though everyone could not see the battle situation clearly, it was still shocking and exciting, I don't know who was strong and who was weak in the rivers and lakes around 70 years.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that the aura of the great battle in the void suddenly dissipated, as if all the aura was blown away by a clear wind and clouds.

In the courtyard, the two opened their eyes, and they both looked calm.

"Yan Zangfeng!"

"Xuanyuan raises troops!"

The two of them spoke at the same time, introducing themselves......

(End of chapter)