From the Valkyrie to the Endless

The Northern Territory was too far away from the Imperial Capital, and she didn't know much about what was happening there.

All we know is that the imperial capital suffered a natural disaster, affecting hundreds of thousands of people, but we have no idea what exactly happened.

"Yang Zongxian used the trump card left by the Yang family to kill three Gangsha realm cultivators. Relying on their blood essence, he broke through the realm and entered Gangsha, which has become a serious threat."

Sikong Yuan shook his head and told Wen Tianfeng and the others about looking for him, including the Soul Burial Pill.

This will be the last time he and Shen Qing see each other, so there is no need to hide it.

After explaining, Sikong Yuan said in a deep voice: "If this trip can kill Yang Zongxian, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Please feel free to speak, senior." Shen Qing frowned slightly. She really didn't expect that the situation would change so quickly.

"Once Yang Zongxian dies, the world will inevitably be in constant conflict, and the remnants of the overseas Tiangan will definitely take the opportunity to stir up trouble, and in the end, the people will still suffer."

At this point, Sikong Yuan's tone became much heavier:

"I have been keeping an eye on the heir of Tianqian for many years. He is not a wise ruler. If the world continues to be in chaos, I hope you can bring peace to the world."

"I will do my best in this matter." Shen Qing's eyes were slightly cold:

"The Yellow Springs is bitterly cold, and it would be lonely for you to go on the journey alone. After this battle, if those old ghosts are still alive, one day, I will send them down to accompany you."

Sikong Yuan was forced into this desperate situation by several old ghosts in the Gangsha realm.

Based on this reason, even if Sikong Yuan didn't say the last word, Shen Qing would never have watched Tian Qian take over the world.

She did not try to dissuade Sikong Yuan. It was obvious from Sikong Yuan's words that he was determined to leave and it would be a waste of time to try to stop her.

Sikong Yuan did not say anything else. He turned around and walked out of the hall. He was not worried that Shen Qing would do anything to endanger his life.

At the first sight, he knew that unlike himself, who was like rotten wood and rotten grass, the woman in front of him had an astonishingly strong desire for life.

When he stepped out of the palace gate, Sikong Yuan paused for a moment:

"Sikong Yuan died fifteen years ago. Now, the only one in the world...is the Demon Slayer."

I don't know whether these words were directed at Shen Qing or Fu Chan.

"Senior, please take your time."

Inside the hall, Shen Qing bowed, and when he looked up, there was no trace of Sikong Yuan outside the hall.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 80: Blood Burning Curse, Slaying the Demon Lord (Two in One)

"Shen Qing, I want to ask you a favor."

After Sikong left, Fu Chan raised her head with slightly red eyes.

Shen Qing did not refuse and nodded immediately, "Sister, just say it directly."

"I want to go to the Imperial Capital, no matter what the outcome, to see if there is a chance to collect his body."

Fu Chan knew the limits and understood that going to the imperial capital at this moment was an extremely risky move. She said apprehensively, "Just take me thirty miles outside Shengyang City. I can walk the rest of the way by myself."

"Even if my sister didn't mention it, I would still go to the imperial capital. This is not a big deal, so how can I ask for a signature?"

Shen Qing shook her head slightly. This battle was of great importance. Even if there would be some risks, she would go and confirm with her own eyes whether Yang Zongxian was dead or alive.

But before leaving, she still has to make some arrangements.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Qing went straight to Zhao Yu and handed the bell that Sikong Yuan gave her to Zhao Yu.

The army now has been divided into three routes, led by three new masters, and they are spreading out in all directions, trying their best to expand the territory they control.

As soon as she left, Zhao Yu was left without any defense. She had already tried the power of this magic weapon and found it was not of much use to her, so it was better to leave it to Zhao Yu for self-defense.

As the territory expanded, the chores to be dealt with every day piled up like a mountain. Even with the assistance of officials from the Northern Territory countries, Zhao Yu was still extremely busy every day.

Most of the countries in the Northern Territory are small countries with barren land. There are many brave generals, but the talent of governing the country is very rare. It is very difficult to be able to settle accounts clearly.

In the absence of sufficient land, even the most outstanding internal affairs talents are useless, and plunder has become the main theme in this area.

Changing this situation is not a one-day job. It will take a very long time to cultivate new blood.

"and many more."

Shen Qing was about to leave when Zhao Yu called him:

"In the past few days, a group of people came, about 40 to 50 people, led by a master, who came here specially to deliver a letter to you."

"For me?" Shen Qing frowned slightly: "A letter to Shen Qing? What does the letter say?"

Shen Qing is already a dead person in this world, so how could someone come all the way to deliver a letter to her?

"I didn't see it. I thought you would know."

Zhao Yu took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Shen Qing. The wax seal was intact, and the five big words "December" were written on the cover.

This specific letter will be handed over to the commander-in-chief of the three armies, December.

Shen Qing opened the envelope directly. The content of the letter was not long, only about a thousand words, but the information it revealed was extremely shocking.

"Whose letter is it from?"

Seeing Shen Qing's expression change slightly, Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel curious.

"The Prime Minister of Daxia, Liu Kunnan."

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling somewhat surprised.

She was not unfamiliar with Liu Kunnan. As far as she could remember, Liu Kunnan had met Shen Qing many times.

There has always been discord between civil and military officials since ancient times, and the same is true for Daxia. In the impression of his previous life, Liu Kunnan was Shen Lie's biggest political enemy in the court, and they often clashed.

It was really strange that Liu Kunnan suddenly wrote a letter at this time and even left the official seal of the Prime Minister of Daxia directly on the letter paper.

If Shen Qing had any murderous intention and threw this letter directly into the palace, Liu Kunnan's head would be hung on the city wall the next morning.

This is equivalent to putting your life in Shen Qing's hands.

The most crucial thing is that Liu Kunnan seemed to have guessed her identity. Although the letter only vaguely mentioned Shen Lie and did not say it directly, the hint was obvious.

"Why did Liu Kunnan write to you?" Zhao Yu was also puzzled.

She had heard of Liu Kunnan's name ever since she could remember. He was well-known among the people. He was a top scholar in the imperial examination and did a lot of practical things for the people when he worked at the lower level of the provincial government.

Coming back to his senses, Shen Qing frowned and asked, "Where is the person who sent the letter?"

"I have arranged for them to stay in a palace. Do you want to meet them?"

"Keep an eye on him until I come back."

After a moment of hesitation, Shen Qing put the idea aside for the time being. Now the matters in the imperial capital were more important.

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Yuanzhou, the imperial capital.

The repair of the city wall is still going on. The debris left over from the battle half a month ago is shocking. Outside the city, a bonfire is burning day and night, burning the corpses. The air is filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Soldiers with wet cloth wrapped around their mouths and noses shuttled back and forth, moving out scattered corpses from corners of the city that had not been discovered in time. Most of them had already rotted beyond recognition.

The smell of the corpse attracted packs of wild dogs. The skinny dogs only dared to watch from afar beside the fire, salivating but not daring to get close.

More than ten miles outside the city, a grandmaster dug an astonishing sinkhole. After the cremation, cartloads of ashes were poured into the pit, and all that could be seen were charred bone fragments.

In a forest not far from the tiankeng, four old ghosts in the Gangsha realm stood side by side, looking at the tiankeng in the distance, with not much emotion in their expressions.

Over the past hundreds of years, they have become accustomed to life and death, and have seen countless of their own descendants die. Their hearts have long been numb, and they are not moved at all by the tragic scene before them.

"If Sikong Yuan doesn't come, what should we do if we just find a place to hide?"

The old man in a bright red official robe spoke in a deep voice. He still felt that his previous action of letting Sikong Yuan go was inappropriate.

After all, he is a human demon. Even though many people overseas have benefited from his kindness, no one knows what he will do once he becomes mentally ill.

"He won't do that."

Wen Tianfeng shook his head slightly, looking at the people around him with a slightly cold gaze. If he had not been forced to do so, he really didn't want to get to this point with Sikong Yuan.

But things had come to this point, someone had to test Yang Zongxian's ability first. All of them valued their lives, so Sikong Yuan naturally became the best candidate.

Wen Tianfeng gazed at the imperial capital from afar, his brows furrowed the entire time. He felt vaguely uneasy, but he couldn't find the source. As he got closer to the imperial city, the uneasiness became stronger and stronger, like an invisible warning.

He was not the only one who had this feeling. The old ghosts in the Gangsha Realm present were all a little annoyed. They had already sensed that this journey would not be smooth sailing.

While they were talking, a sword light rose and fell several times and fell into the forest. Sikong Yuan, carrying a long sword, walked slowly to the old ghosts.

Seeing Sikong Yuan, the old ghosts all breathed a sigh of relief, and their brows relaxed a lot.

With Sikong Yuan coming, they no longer have to take risks and test Yang Zongxian in person.

Looking at the white bones in the tiankeng in the distance, Sikong Yuan's eyes were dim and he whispered:

"These people...did not die at the hands of Yang Zongxian."

All these people were killed by the casual palm strike from the unknown Gangsha Realm old ghost. None of them died because of Yang Zongxian.

The tragic scene before him reminded him of Qianzhou. Qianzhou had dug countless big pits like this one and buried countless corpses. His family members were also among them and could not be told apart at all.

Today, these old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years came to kill Yang Zongxian. They shouted about exorcising demons, but to put it bluntly, it was only for self-protection. There was no trace of sympathy for the people of the world in them.

The only difference between them and Yang Zongxian is that they do not need the power of the human-demon bloodline to practice. If the human-demon blood is also useful to them, they may not do something similar to Yang Zongxian.

They are just birds of a feather.

Sikong Yuan had already seen through this point. Human hearts were unpredictable. He had seen too much and his heart was already exhausted.

Although Shen Qing has a murderous nature, her heart is still clean. She is fundamentally different from these old ghosts. She does not put on too many disgusting pretenses to cover up the filth in her heart.

"Sir, please take the Soul-Burying Pill and go ahead. We will follow closely." The red-robed old man said calmly.

At this point, they were still afraid of the possible trump card in Yang Zongxian's hand.

Sikong Yuan said nothing more. He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a blue pill, put it in his mouth, and then spread his wings like an eagle, took a step and flew up, landing towards the imperial capital in the distance.

The several old ghosts stood still, their eyes fixed on the imperial capital, not missing any movement.

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