Southwest of Youzhou.

A mountain range stretches to the end of the world, like a long dragon, lying horizontally on the land of Youzhou, and one mountain peak after another rises from the ground, like a proud giant.

The Yanshan Mountains are steep, like a barrier, guarding the southwest of Youzhou from foreign invasion.

This endless mountain range has also become a place of filth and filth.

At this time, in a remote location in the depths of the Yanshan Mountain Range, the Sifang Mountain Range was towering, and a basin was formed.

The formation of heaven and earth here is a peculiar place, the energy of the yin continues to converge, and after a long time, this place has become a place of absolute yin.

Now this naturally formed place of absolute yin has turned into a ghost cave.

Ghostly, terrifying and terrifying.

The ghostly energy gathered together to form a dark cloud, suspended above the Absolute Shade Land, obscuring the sunlight in the sky, leaving the place without sunlight.

Under the erosion of yin qi, there is no grass in this basin, and there is a desolation.

The ghostly atmosphere is foggy, permeating the basin, and you can vaguely see the attic hall, which is standing here.

A place where there is no daylight and no living people all year round, at this moment it is ushered in a living person.

A captain in armor, with a slender body and a ghostly aura all over his body, was walking in the forefront, followed by a one-armed old man.

Before coming to this ghost cave, the one-armed old man instinctively gave birth to a sense of depression, and the ghost energy of the forest had condensed into mist, and in the eyes of the one-armed old man, it seemed that he had seen thousands of ghosts.

They have different images, hanged ghosts, drowned ghosts, headless ghosts, and other ghosts, constantly making terrible sounds, and one after another resentful eyes are staring at the one-armed old man, as if they want to devour the flesh and blood of the one-armed old man.

The lieutenant stood in front of him, the ghost mist slowly receding, and a portal appeared in front of him.

The captain stood in front of the portal, and a hoarse voice sounded: "The king has been waiting for General Zhao for a long time, and he also invites General Zhao to enter." ”

The one-armed old man carried the scimitar on his back, and without saying a word, he strode towards the portal, and after stepping in, he showed a different scene, and it was no longer a pervasive ghost fog.

What the one-armed old man saw in his eyes was a magnificent palace, this majestic palace, the one-armed old man was strange and familiar.

The two dragons on the cornice, with golden scales and golden armor, are vivid, as if they want to fly into the air.

After about three or four breaths, the one-armed old man standing in front of a large hall sighed and said, "Yanwang Palace!"

As the one-armed old man walked forward, the forbidden troops stationed in front of the main hall all looked at the one-armed old man.

The one-armed old man is a living person, and the breath of the ghost thing is incompatible, and the two are like fire and water, and when they come to this ghost cave, the ghost energy continues to invade the one-armed old man.

Even if the one-armed old man has a good cultivation, his aura still drops, and if he lives here for a long time, he will definitely be eroded by the ghost qi and die.

When a eunuch saw the one-armed old man approaching, he shouted directly in a long voice: "Xuan Zhao stands up to meet him!"

The one-armed old man looked solemn and strode into the main hall.

The ground is paved with white jade, embedded with gold beads, and the crystal jade is the lamp, and the hall is full of luxury and magnificence.

The Chinese martial arts in the main hall stood on both sides, one wearing an official uniform and holding a wat board in his hand.

In the center, there sits a king dressed in a crown and wearing a crown on his head.

Sitting on the golden chair, there are civil and military clusters on the left and right, and the king's breath is overwhelming, like the supreme in the world.

Civil and military officials, ghostly and introverted, with pure and thorough eyes, as if they are not ghosts, but really alive.

Seeing the one-armed old man walking into the main hall and standing motionless in the main hall, one of the civil officials immediately took a step forward, looked at the one-armed old man and directly reprimanded: "Bold." ”

"Why don't you kneel when you see the king?"

The one-armed old man ignored the civil official and looked directly at the strong man sitting on the golden chair.

The crown comb drooped to block the one-armed old man's field of vision, and he couldn't see the king's appearance clearly, the one-armed old man looked directly at each other, and said in a deep voice: "I haven't seen the king for many years." ”

"There's something you want to ask the king?"

The one-armed old man didn't give the other party a chance to refuse, and continued to speak: "There are seven missing children in Nanling Village, thirty-five missing in Beiling County, and thirteen in Zhuo County。。。。。 ”

"But it's all the king's doing?"

The ghost king sat high on the golden chair, slowly moving his gaze, and the crown comb swayed, hitting each other with a crisp sound.

Seeing that the one-armed old man was ignoring him, the civil official on the side once again opened his mouth and scolded: "Zhao Tingli, you dare to question the king. ”

"It's just some blood food, and they can die for Dayan, that's what they deserve. ”

The one-armed old man looked at the civil official, looked at this familiar face, and recalled the past events of the other party in his mind, the gentleman who was gentle and elegant in the past, and treated people like a spring breeze, was really dead.

In its place was a ghost in the form of a friend.

No wonder ghosts are not allowed to be people, they must be killed when encountered, the one-armed old man didn't understand before, but now he really understands.

The seven emotions of ghosts are distorted, and their temperament has changed greatly, although they were also human beings in the past, but the moment they died and turned into ghosts, they were no longer human, and their concepts had completely changed.

In their eyes, they are like sheep and oxen, but they are all food to be slaughtered.

The one-armed old man looked at the king sitting on the golden chair, stretched out his hands forward, and bowed respectfully and solemnly to the king.

After three bows, the one-armed old man raised his head again, his calm eyes were full of awe, and he spoke in a deep voice: "In the past, the king and the ministers, like-minded, joined forces to kill Hu, and three hundred righteous men went north to kill Hu. ”

"At that time, what a hero the king was, he was heroic and mighty in the world, he set up a secluded cloud village, the banner was displayed, and the heroes of the north rushed to be the first to vote, and all he did was to protect his family and defend the country. ”

"In the past, the king regarded them as brothers and sisters, and did not hesitate to fight bloody battles and suffer wounds, but today he actually regarded them as blood food, and for his own selfishness, he killed countless people from Youzhou, what is the difference between these acts and the Hu people of that day. ”

Above the main hall, there was silence.

The one-armed old man's eyes flashed with Senhan's murderous intent, and he preached without concealing his murderous intent:

"Yes. ”

"The king of the past is long dead, and today he is just a ghost. ”

"It's up to the ministers to kill these ghosts who slander the reputation of the king. ”

The king, who had been sitting upright on the golden chair and not saying a word, looked at the one-armed old man at this moment with endless darkness, and the ghost aura of Sen Ran beat like a flame, and a tyrannical aura broke out instantly, and the gloomy words resounded: "It's up to you!"

"The immortal path has not been completed!"

"I can't do it!"