Southwest of Youzhou.

A mountain range stretches to the end of the world, like a long dragon lying across the land of Youzhou, and the peaks rise up from the ground, like a proud giant.

The Yanshan Mountains are steep and like a barrier, guarding the southwest of Youzhou to avoid external invasions.

This endless mountain range has also become a place where dirt and dirt are hidden.

At this time, a remote location deep in the Yanshan Mountains, the Sifang Mountains were towering, and a basin actually formed.

This place is a strange place where the heaven and earth are formed, and the Taiyin energy continues to gather in a thread. Over time, this place has become a place where the yin is gone.

Now this naturally formed yin land has turned into a ghost cave.

He is full of ghost energy, terrifying and terrifying.

The ghost energy gathered together and formed a dark cloud, floating above the yin land, covering up the sunshine in the sky, allowing the place to shine without sunshine.

Under the erosion of the yin energy, no grass grows in this basin and has a desolate feeling.

The ghost energy is filled with fog, spreading in the basin, and you can vaguely see the attic and temple standing here.

A place where there is no sunshine or no stranger has been seen all year round, but a stranger has been welcomed.

A captain wearing armor, slender body, and full of ghost energy, was walking in front of him, but behind him was a one-armed old man.

When he came to this ghost cave, the one-armed old man instinctively felt a sense of depression. The profound ghost energy had condensed into fog. In the eyes of the one-armed old man, it seemed that he had seen thousands of ghosts.

They have different images, such as hanged ghosts, drowning ghosts, headless ghosts, etc., constantly making shrill sounds, and they stared at the one-armed old man with resentful eyes, as if they were about to swallow the flesh and blood of the one-armed old man.

The captain stood in front, slowly the ghost fog retreated, and a portal appeared in front.

The captain stood in front of the door and a hoarse voice rang out: "The king has been waiting for General Zhao for a long time, so please invite General Zhao into the room."

The one-armed old man carried a scimitar on his back and said nothing. He walked towards the portal with great strides. After stepping in, he showed a different scene, and was no longer a fog filled with ghosts.

The one-armed old man's eyes showed a magnificent palace. This majestic palace, the one-armed old man was strange and familiar.

The two dragons on the eaves, with golden scales and armor, appeared vividly, as if they were about to fly into the sky.

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

As the one-armed old man walked forward, the imperial guards stationed in front of the hall looked at the one-armed old man.

The one-armed old man is a living person, and he is incompatible with the aura of a ghost. Both of them are like water and fire. 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 level, his aura will still fall. If he lives here for a long time, he will definitely be eroded by the ghost energy and die.

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

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

The floor is covered with white jade, gold beads embedded in it, and crystal jade bi is used as lamps. The main hall is full of luxury and magnificence.

The civil and military officials in the hall stood on both sides, wearing official uniforms and holding tablets in their hands.

In the center, a king wearing a crown robes and a crown robe sat upright.

Sitting upright on a golden chair, surrounded by civil and military people on both sides, the king's aura is overwhelming, just like the supreme world. Who can tell the truth? It can determine the rise and fall of the world.

Civil and military officials were introverted in spirit and had pure and thorough eyes, as if they were not ghosts, but truly alive people.

Seeing the one-armed old man walking into the hall and standing motionless, one of the civil servants immediately took a step and looked at the one-armed old man and scolded him and said, "Bold."

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

The one-armed old man ignored the civil servant and looked directly at the powerful man sitting upright on the golden chair.

The crown comb sagged the one-armed old man blocked the vision of the one-armed old man. He couldn't see the king's appearance clearly. The one-armed old man looked directly at the other person and spoke in a deep voice: "I haven't seen the king for many years."

"I have something to ask the king?"

The one-armed old man did not give the other party the chance to refuse and continued to speak: "Seven missing children in Nanling Village, thirty-five missing people in Beiling County, and thirteen Zhuo County..."

"But it was all done by the king?"

The Ghost King sat high on the golden chair, slowly moving his eyes, his crown shaking, collars collars collars colliding together, making a crisp sound.

The civil servant on the side saw that the one-armed old man ignored him, and once again scolded him: "Zhao Tingli, you dare to question the king."

"It's just some blood food that can die for the Great Yan, and that's what they die."

The one-armed old man looked at the civil servant, looked at the familiar face, and recalled the other person's past events in his mind. The gentleman who was gentle and elegant in the past, who treated people like a spring breeze, was truly dead.

Instead, it was a ghost with the appearance of a friend.

No wonder ghosts are not tolerant to others, and they will be killed when they encounter them. The one-armed old man didn’t understand before, but now he really understands them.

The seven emotions of ghosts are distorted and their temperaments have changed drastically. Although they were humans in the past, they were no longer humans when they died and turned into ghosts. Their concepts have been completely changed.

In their eyes, people are like cattle and sheep, but they are all foods to be slaughtered.

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

After three bows, the one-armed old man looked up again, his calm eyes filled with awesomeness, and he spoke in a deep voice: "In the past, the king and his ministers had a similar spirit and joined forces to kill Hu, and the three hundred righteous men went north to kill Hu."

"What a hero he was at that time, his heroic spirit was so powerful that he stood up in Youyun Village, and his flag was waving. The heroes from the north rushed to vote first, and what they did was nothing more than defending their country."

"In the past, the king regarded him as his brothers and sisters as his brothers, and he suffered bloody battles and was injured. Today, he regarded him as bloody food. For his own selfishness, he killed countless people from Youzhou. What is the difference between these actions and the Hu people that day?"

Above the hall, there was silence.

The one-armed old man's eyes were flashing with cold murderous intent, and he preached without any concealing his murderous intent:

"Yes."

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

"You will kill these ghosts that slander the reputation of the king."

The king, who had been sitting upright on the golden chair and said nothing, looked at the one-armed old man at this moment, and endless darkness emerged in his eyes. The ruthless spirit jumped like a flame. A violent aura burst out instantly, and the gloomy words echoed: "You are the only one!"

"The immortal path has not been achieved!"
Chapter completed!