When Gu Xu's divine thoughts broke into Altan's sea of knowledge, the latter's mind was wandering in the fantasy world, imagining that he was still the king of the steppe Khan with a prancing horse and a whip, an arrow and a bow, and was fighting fiercely with the enemy.

Hearing Gu Xu's proposal, Altan agreed without hesitation.

After all, for a steppe warrior like him, who has been fighting horses all his life, letting him lie on a straw mat and be a vegetative person for a lifetime is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.

In order to get back on horseback, he was willing to take the risk and become the first guinea pig of the "Forbidden Arts".

Gu Xu held the "Amazing Pen in his hand" and painted in the air.

A formation of glittering blue light, centered on Altan, appeared in the king's tent out of thin air. The pattern of the formation was like intertwined vines, quickly spreading in all directions.

Then Gu Xu began to recite the incantation silently.

The brilliance of the formation suddenly became extremely dazzling, illuminating the entire king's tent in a bright light, as if a sun was rising from it.

In this bright light, countless shadows swayed in the buildings, like countless ghosts dancing to a specific rhythm.

Many steppe barbarians noticed this strange scene.

Those dancing shadows seemed to exude a cold aura from the underworld, as if the royal tent had become a part of the underworld, and they felt a strong sense of discomfort in their hearts, and they did not want to approach it.

Even the shamans couldn't help but frown.

But thinking that this was the act of the new Khan King appointed by the wolf god, no one dared to step forward to interfere or stop it.

The more mysterious, powerful, and unpredictable Gu Xu's performance became, the more unwavering they became, the more unwavering they believed that this person was the embodiment of the great wolf god, and the messenger who had come to the world to save them from the sea of suffering.

A moment later, the jumping ghost disappeared with the light of the formation.

Altan opened his eyes in the dim king's tent.

His eyes were dark and hollow, like two bottomless holes.

His hair was thin, and his skin was as white as paper.

"How does it feel?" Gu Xu looked down at him and asked.

Altan did not answer.

He suddenly sat up straight from the straw mat, opened his mouth, and showed two sharp teeth, like a hungry wolf prey, and pounced towards Gu Xu's location.

Gu Xu used his body technique, and instantly flashed to the other side of the king's tent.

Then he raised his right hand and, with the help of the authority of "Qiankun", blocked the space around Altan, freezing it in the air and unable to move.

"Damn the 'Conjuring Body'." Gu Xu secretly cursed in his heart.

Gu Xu's flesh and blood soul is a unique delicacy in the eyes of almost all ghosts and monsters in the Great Wilderness. For Altan, a newly born ghost who has not yet been able to control his instincts, it is even more irresistible to the temptation.

Therefore, at the moment when the "Zhao Ming Forbidden Technique" ended, instinct drowned the last bit of sanity in Altan's mind, prompting him to attack Gu Xu without thinking.

But Altan is not a snow girl after all, and Gu Xu is no longer the weak monk on Yishan who would be easily pushed at the beginning.

He effortlessly restrained Altan, then took out a "body bondage" from the "Idle Cloud Dwelling", firmly fixed Altan on the straw mat, and began to recite the incantation of the "Forbidden Spell".

This time, the light of the formation was no longer an eerie turquoise, but turned into a sacred and dazzling gold.

The rich breath of life filled the king's tent, and with the breeze on the grassland, it spread rapidly in all directions.

The grass on the sacred mountain began to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming tall and lush.

The scars on the surrounding warriors also healed almost instantly.

"This is a miracle," the shaman muttered...... and then bowed down in the direction of the king's tent, chanting a word of praise to the wolf god.

The golden glow faded quickly.

Gu Xu saw that Altan's pale face gradually became bloody, so he removed the "talisman" on his body.

Altan opened his eyes and slowly sat up straight from the mat.

When he saw the appearance of Gu Xuqi's people clearly, as well as the gorgeous collared robe on his body that belonged to the grassland khan, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

But in view of the fact that Gu Xu healed his fatal injuries, which was equivalent to giving him a second life, he hid his doubts in the bottom of his heart and politely asked Gu Xu:

"Dare to ask who your Excellency is?"

Gu Xu pondered for a moment, feeling that it was difficult to explain his origin, relationship with the wolf god, and his recent experience to him clearly, so he maintained a cold expression and responded lightly: "You go and ask the shamans." ”

As soon as Altan walked out of the king's tent, he caused a sensation on the holy mountain.

Not long ago, when Altan was seriously wounded in battle and fell into a coma, the shamans had already made up their minds that the man was "completely ruined" and "cannot be saved".

Therefore he took off his crown, stripped off his robe, forgot him in the corner of the king's tent, and offered his passion and respect to the new king.

But now, Altan is once again alive in front of everyone.

This shocked everyone, but also a little embarrassed.

Altan ignored the crowd that looked at each other.

He walked straight to the three shamans and asked about Gu Xu's identity.

When he heard the oracle of the wolf god from the shaman's mouth, he lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and his expression became extremely complicated.

A few minutes later, Altan returned to the king's tent.

Gu Xu was sitting in the shadows under the curtain.

At this moment, he took off the gorgeous clothes of the King of the Prairie Khan and changed back into a simple green shirt.

A ray of moonlight fell on his face, gilding him with a silver-white halo, outlining his handsome silhouette and making him look like an immortal who had fallen into the dust.

Seeing Altan coming, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the gorgeous robe folded on the table beside him, as well as the heavy golden crown.

"I'm leaving," he said, "and I'll give you back these things." ”

Altan was still slowly digesting the information that the shaman had just told him, and he didn't expect Gu Xu to say such a thing at all, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

"You ......"

"I still have a useful scepter of bone, and I'll give it to you later. In this grassland, you are a more suitable leader than I am. ”

After the words fell, Gu Xu stood up and waved his sleeves slightly.

Countless black spatial cracks appeared around him, densely packed like spider webs.

He stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace along with these spatial rifts.

Altan was left standing stunned.

It took him a long time before he slowly came back to his senses.

He took a deep breath, and instead of touching the robe and crown left by Gu Xu, he knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three times to the place where Gu Xu was sitting just now, thanking him for his great kindness in giving him a chance to live again.

Then he turned and walked out of the king's tent.

Although Gu Xu returned the sweat position to him.

But after hearing that shocking oracle, where did he have the courage to sit back in that position?

(End of chapter)