She was a little surprised.
"Are you looking for me?" Lian Shanjing asked.
Under the starry sky, what appeared in front of Lian Shanjing was an ugly little monster with a black purple body and rotting flesh.
The flesh and blood of this little monster was rotting, exuding a violent stench.
On the way it came, there was even more stench of blood and water left on the ground.
With the strange smell wafting from the night wind, even the cultivators couldn't help frowning.
Because the disgusting smell contained an extremely vicious devilish aura. For Shinto monks, this vicious devilish aura is as disgusting as rotten, stinky water.
In the pool of blood, the little monster can no longer see its original face, and it can only be speculated that its stature should not be tall, and its skeleton is very small, like a child.
When Lian Shanjing arrived, the little monster curled up on the ground couldn't even make a scream, and could only breathe hard, and had already entered a desperate situation on the verge of death.
In fact, even Shan Jing couldn't help but be surprised when she saw this little monster... This monster still hasn't died from such serious injuries
She even crawled here to find her with her last breath... What kind of persistent belief must this be
Seeing that her own words had not been answered, Lian Shanjing increased her tone again: "I am Lian Shanjing, the head of the Huotong Kingdom, you can tell me anything you want."
This time, the ugly figure curled up on the ground finally heard it.
It raised half of its rotten head with difficulty, and its distorted dark eye sockets faced the red-haired woman in front of it. Even though his eyes were gone, he still seemed to see Lian Shanjing's figure.
The little monster let out a long sigh of relief - just at this moment, Lian Shanjing felt that the fire of life of the little monster in front of him trembled and was almost extinguished.
She frowned and shouted in a low voice, "You still have nothing to say, it's not too late to die!"
In Lian Shanjing's low voice, there was a bit of shocking power.
The little monster whose fire of life trembled violently froze for a moment, then remembered.
"Yeah...I...I have something to say..."
In the stench of blood, the little monster said hoarsely: "I... I just tell you... This is a big secret... Only you can know... "
After the little monster finished speaking, even Shan Jing waved her hand to summon a fiery storm, regardless of how the wizards around her reacted.
The blazing flames burned around her and the little monster, turning into a huge flame formation to cover the two of them.
The flames illuminated Lian Shanjing's face, and she said calmly, "I have set up a battle, and the conversation here is only in your ears and mine, and outsiders can't know. Just say anything, no one can listen except me. arrive."
Lian Shanjing's words gave the little monster a long sigh of relief, and then it raised its head with difficulty and said to Lian Shanjing.
"I... I am under the Emperor Zun's subordinates, two or eight gods, and I am the Emperor Zun Si Ye Yuye, who was ordered to arrest the River Tuluoshu."
"You... Since you are the Lord of Huotong and the divine envoy of Suzaku, you should tell the God of Fire Suzaku about what happened to me."
"An evil demon of unknown origin has now come to Huotong Kingdom and has set his sights on Hetu Luoshu."
"It... It has a thing called the Soul Chain, which is extremely sinister. My sixteen brothers and sisters have all been planted in its hands, and even the secret resurrection technique given by the emperor can't work..."
In the pool of blood, the foul-smelling little monster roared with difficulty.
With every sentence it uttered, the decay of its body became more serious.
All the way to this place, it has exhausted all its mind, and it is all supported by the breath held in its heart.
Now that this breath is vented, every time it utters a word, the decay on its body becomes more serious, and the stench is even more unbearable.
But amid the flames, Lian Shanjing looked solemn and did not interrupt his last words.
Even when she heard that this little monster claimed to be a goddess, she was not surprised at all... This group of monsters can really be resurrected after being killed once
It's just that now I have clearly encountered a more vicious opponent, and the resurrection technique has lost its effect...
In the flames, Lian Shanjing listened to all the little monster's narration and heard the other party's roar and shouting.
"Tell Vulcan, go... to the three islands in the sea, and get the Luoshu of Hetu."
"After sixteen of my brothers and sisters died, the seal of Hetu Luoshu will be loosened, and must... must be taken away early!"
"Be careful!"
"In the future, the emperor will be of great use... It must be of great use!"
The last roar almost came from the depths of his soul, and after the roar, the rotting little monster fell heavily into a pool of blood.
Seems to be out of breath.
In this regard, Lian Shanjing was confused.
I don't know why this little monster who was killed by her once came to her when it was about to die... Could it be that this monster really believed that she would take care of it
Or, this little monster believes that Vulcan will take care of this matter
But that stupid bird can't even get out of the door...
As for the other names, Emperor Zun, Hetu Luoshu, Three Islands in the Sea... These are all unfamiliar words to Lian Shanjing.
But obviously, it has something to do with the ancient times.
Vulcan must know.
And this little monster came to her, maybe it and Vulcan were old acquaintances in the ancient years...
Lian Shanjing was thinking about it, and was about to disperse the flames, but she saw that in the pool of blood, there was a slight and gossamer murmur.
"Hanyu Mountain Wolf God... is a demon..."
"In ancient times... the demons that besieged the emperor... one of..."
"Be careful... little... heart..."
Muttering these last words, the little monster finally rotted completely, turning into a pool of foul-smelling pus in front of Lian Shanjing.
This time, it was completely dead, and even its soul was destroyed with its flesh and blood.
However, compared to this stench of blood, what was even more difficult for Lian Shanjing to accept was the last words of this little monster.
Cold Feather Mountain Wolf God... is it a demon? !
She looked in the direction of Hanyu Mountain in disbelief, wondering if this little monster was crazy.
Could the wolf god who practiced the Way of Heavenly Thunder be an ancient demon? !
What a joke!
Chapter 242 Vulcan
Lian Shanjing's heart was full of incredible shock.
She couldn't believe that the cold feather mountain wolf god would be a demon, but the little monster in front of her forced her last breath to come to ask for help and report it, and its content must not be aimless.
With a slight frown, Lian Shanjing checked again to confirm that there was no more aura belonging to Erba Shenren in the pool of blood, and determined that the old monster from the ancient years was dead, so Lian Shanjing withdrew the flame formation around him.
The night wind blows again.
Wu Zhu, who was standing outside, hurried over and stood aside, waiting for orders.
Under the admiring gazes of the wizards, Lian Shanjing looked back at the foul-smelling pool of blood on the ground and said.
"Store this pool of dirty blood, but be careful. You send someone to analyze and deduce to see what kind of evil tricks this bloody water is caused by."
"Also, everything that happened tonight is kept secret."
"Except for you and the two witch sacrifices, all the wizards present have erased relevant memories and cannot be passed on to outsiders."
After speaking, Lian Shanjing flew up and flew towards the Fire Temple in the city.
As for the aftermath, it was left to Wu Zhu and the two priests of Yaoxingcheng.
Flying over the city under the night sky, Lian Shanjing's figure flew directly to the front of the main hall of the Fire God Temple, and fell lightly.
The wizards nearby hurriedly saluted.
"I have seen the king!"
Lian Shanjing waved her hand and said, "You all go out, I want to burn incense and pray."
After rejecting all the wizards present, Lian Shanjing even summoned a flame formation again, isolating the inside and outside, briefly isolating this magnificent Vulcan Hall from the world.
Then Lian Shanjing stepped into the Vulcan Hall and paid a stick of incense to the Vulcan statue above.
Above the altar, the huge Vulcan statue is a majestic and solemn man.
This man is none other than the late emperor Lian Shankui.
Huotong domestic, for some reason, the statue of the god of fire has always been built in the image of the previous emperor.
If Lian Shanjing were to die and her descendants would take over the country, the statue on the altar would look like Lian Shanjing.
Of course, that day may still be far away...
In front of the statue of the late emperor, Lian Shanjing lit a pillar of incense with real fire.
Obviously it's just an ordinary incense stick, but the moment Lian Shanjing worships with the incense...
click-
With a crisp sound, the statue on the altar actually cracked.
In the dim light of the fire, a lazy female voice sounded in the temple.
"Um... It's Xiao Jing... Is there anything you want to do with me?"
The lazy and sleepy voice sounded like he didn't wake up.
Lian Shanjing didn't care about this, but bowed and saluted, "A big incident happened just now, and it's time to report it to Vulcan..."
Then, Lian Shanjing gave a detailed account of what happened outside Shaoxing City.
Including the various warnings and last words mentioned by the two eight gods...
Inside the temple, there was only Lian Shanjing's voice for a while.
After Lian Shanjing finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the temple.
In the cracked idol, the dim fire was indefinitely extinguished, but there was no sound.
Lian Shanjing stood and waited for two hours before hearing the sleepy voice again.
"Well... I fell asleep again..."
"My injury is getting more and more serious. Sometimes I'm sober, sometimes I don't know... ah..."
"As for this matter, Xiaojing, you can figure it out, I can't go to the three islands at sea, you can only go."
"Though the 28 gods behave strangely, they are respected by the emperor and must have their mission... Hetu Luoshu... um... Hetu Luoshu..."
The voice said drowsily: "What is Hetu Luoshu? Ah... It's hard to think..."
"But since it is the relic of the emperor, you should keep it well. You go and bring it back."
"As for the Cold Feather Mountain Wolf God... uh..."
"You don't need to pay attention to the accusations made by the Erba God against the wolf god. These sixteen little monsters are more confused than me, and they are often full of nonsense. If you believe it, you are a fool."
"Well... But this is a reminder. It just so happens that the wolf god is a monk of the right way. You can invite him to accompany him."
"Five years ago, the enlightened god came from Hanyu Mountain... If you ask him for help, he should not refuse..."
In the dim light of the fire flickering on and off, the sleepy voice said lazily and slowly.
The tone of his speech was even slower than that of an old man who was dying.
After speaking, no matter how Lian Shanjing in the main hall reacted, the dim fire in the statue disappeared.
All that remains is a cracked idol body...
Seeing such a scene, Lian Shanjing sighed silently and rubbed his brows.
"This stupid bird... is really getting more and more unreliable... "
She covered her head and said with a headache: "You asked me to run, but you didn't even tell me where the so-called three islands in the sea are... Where do you ask me to find the three islands in the sea for you!"
"The East China Sea, the West China Sea, the South China Sea, and the North China Sea... There are islands all over the four seas. Which sea should I go to, and where should I find the three islands!"
Inside the hall, Lian Shanjing was speechless.
This idiot really can't count on it!
She couldn't help but look in the direction of Hanyu Mountain, frowning slightly.