(God's perspective)
In the Xinjiang state five hundred years ago, the ruler of the Xinjiang state at that time was still beheaded.
That was not long after Zhan Hunxi won the position of Demon Lord.
[I want to go to the Demonic War Zone. 】
After Zhan Hunxi arranged the affairs of Xinjiang State, he proposed the same hatred.
[Is it too dangerous to go anywhere nowadays? If something happens, if you don’t come back...]
Qiu Xiang was still a handsome uncle at that time. He was worried about the situation in the country. At this time, it was just stable. As a demon king, Zhan Hun Xi should not rush to the demon battlefield.
The enemy has been assisting the Demon Lord for generations, so the enemy knows a little about the Demonic Battlefield.
[Don’t worry, I can take care of that kind of situation. Besides, I'm also very curious about where that war zone is. 】
[I think this is really inappropriate at this time, and I ask you, Demon Lord, to think about it again. 】
[Qiu Xiang, do you think it is necessary to prepare more daily necessities in Zai Demon’s Battlefield? 】
【ha? No, Demon Lord, did you really listen to my advice? 】
[I heard it! I heard it! I've said it all so you can rest assured. I can definitely solve everything. 】
The charm of Zhanhunxi lies in his confidence in his own strength.
Not even half a day passed before Zhan Xunxi came back from the battlefield.
This place makes Qiu Xiang feel very incredible.
The demon kings who have been inherited from generation to generation need at least one day to face the demon battle field, but he was the only one who took less than half a day to kill the soul.
Zhan Hunxi originally entered the battlefield wearing a bright and bright cloth, but when he came out of the battlefield, his clothes became covered with dust.
【how? The Demonic War Zone is not as good as you think, right? 】
Although Qiu Xiang said this, he couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
Zhan Hunxi patted the dust on his body, smiled and pointed at himself with his thumb.
[It’s so-so. Although it’s interesting, it’s too superficial. Is this the so-called Demonic War Realm? 】
Zhan Hunxi didn't look very happy. He was thinking about moving his shoulders, but he felt a bone-chilling pain in his back.
【hiss……】
Seeing the pain of Zhanhunxi, Qiu Xiang quickly stepped forward to show concern.
【Demon Lord! Is it on the back again...]
[It's okay, it will pass in a while. Don't think about other people about this kind of thing. 】
[As long as the demon lord is healed...]
[No, my power will disappear after this poison is removed. At that time, I will no longer have the power to protect her, let alone protect any country. 】
[But if you continue like this, Demon Lord, you will die. 】
[Everyone is mortal. I am destined to die earlier and there is nothing I can do about it. This is my fate. All I have to do is do everything I should do before I die. 】
Zhan Hunxi talked about life and death optimistically, but Qiu Xiang was very reluctant to discuss life and death at that time.
[Qiu Xiang, have you ever thought about what will happen to Xinjiang after you die? You also know that once a person dies, he knows nothing. I am also curious about this, so I especially want to see it after I die. How will Xinjiang develop? 】
Zhan Hunxi's self-righteousness and self-talk may also be his own charm. If he said this to others, someone would definitely scold him. But this was said by Zhan Hunxi, so people would only think that he, the Demon Lord, was not simple.
[I don’t want to die. Demon Lord, you also said that everyone is mortal. But this kind of life makes it difficult for me to let go. 】
Qiu Xiang's wish is very simple. Because he is happy, he doesn't want to leave too early.
Zhan Hunxi understands this. Whenever he sees Long Yunhua, he also hopes that he can protect her and survive at the same time.
[Haha... Qiu Xiang, your wish is also reasonable.
Maybe one day you will be able to live forever. Isn’t it said in the world that an elixir of immortality appeared in the ancient Ao country?
Maybe it still exists now. 】
When Zhan Hunxi was talking to his enemy, the Demonic Battlefield that he had just opened had not yet completely closed, and its original red vortex had turned into cyan.
【This is? 】Zhan Hunxi's attention was suddenly drawn away, and he curiously leaned over to look at the cyan whirlpool.
Qiu Xiang also explained to Zhan Hunxi the composition of the Demonic Battlefield, and also explained that the Demon Lords had reached the third level at most.
【interesting. 】
After Zhan Hunxi said this, he entered the battlefield again, not even allowing Qiu Tong to finish his words.
Zhan Hunxi didn't stay in the Blue Battlefield for more than a day. He also passed the third level of the battlefield that day.
Ever since Zhan Hunxi came back from the Demonic War Realm, his character has changed somewhat.
His originally confident and flamboyant personality also restrained a lot. After he came back, he began to write something in secret.
Zhan Hunxi also began to patrol around the Gu'ao Continent. He would deal with Xinjiang affairs most of the time, and left it to Qiu Xiang to handle when he was touring other places.
Zhan Hunxi found a lot of ancient writings to study, and even his confidant, the enemy, did not understand what he wrote.
Long Yunhua also grew up with time, but Zhan Hunxi's body became worse day by day.
Not long before Zhanhunxi disappeared, he opened up the fourth level of the Demonic Battlefield.
No one knew exactly what he knew, not even Ling Yaoqing, who finally took away his soul.
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Yun Qishen also learned clearly from Qiu Xiang about Zhanhunxi going to the Demonic War Zone.
Yun Qishen took out the wooden sign and handed it to Prime Minister Qiu, "I wonder if you have seen this wooden sign, Commander Qiu Demon?"
Yun Qi was deeply worried. He didn't want the clues to the wooden sign to be cut off from here.
"I don't remember it very clearly, but I did see Zhan Hunxi wearing this wooden plaque.
During the war, he humorously introduced that this was the wooden sign given to him by the storyteller who taught him how to write.
The old man vaguely remembered that he had put in a lot of effort to find this wooden sign, but to no avail.
Dare I ask Demon Lord where you found it? "
Yun Qishen answered without hesitation that he was in the Demonic War Zone.
"This person is really careless. It's really..." The enemy sighed as if he was remembering.
"Have you ever seen this kind of writing, Commander Qiu Mo?" Yun Qishen didn't know the origin of that storyteller, so he wanted to start from another aspect.
"To be honest, I don't even recognize the writing here. Did the Demon Lord find any puzzle about this writing?" Qiu Xiang looked at Yun Qishen, and Yun Qishen nodded.
"In that case, I do have some clues about the storyteller that may be helpful to you, Demon Lord." Qiu Xiang suddenly thought of something he had paid attention to before.
"What's the clue?" Yun Qishen found a glimmer of hope in the road that he originally thought was impossible.
"Recently, there is a mysterious storyteller circulating in the world. This storyteller tells stories in different places every night. I have heard about it before. The storyteller tells some legendary things, so some people tell stories for him. It was named 'Yeyue Secret Book'. The most recent time he happened to appear in an unnamed town not far from Xinjiang.
Since they are both storytellers and so mysterious, this person may know the secret of the words here. "
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