"As you see..."

The low and hoarse, but thick sound echoed over the entire grassland where Yuansha passed.

The evil spirit surrounds the Donghuang, his robes swell in the darkness, and crows linger.

This extremely tall man was floating above the Mother River Front, and he quietly looked down at the sentient beings under him.

"I started a war."

The undead iron cavalry broke through the black fog and continued to flow.

After the defeat in the past, the iron cavalry that buried his bones in the grassland, with extremely powerful resentment, has now broken through the ground with the blessing of Yuansha.

The night is their peaceful sleeping place and their ideal hometown. The swords break through the ground, pierce the mud, and hit the armor of the cultivators of the Mother River. The two iron cavalry teams collided. After the undead iron cavalry was pierced by the silver sword weapon, they roared and turned into powder and returned to the black fog... And such a kind of death is not like death, but more like rebirth.

Because of the "yuan evil", everyone can face this war directly.

The practitioners of the Mother River fought bloody battles.

And people outside the battlefield were able to witness all this with their own eyes.

...

...

Western border.

As the wind and rain were swaying, thunder exploded, and many people left the house and raised their heads.

A pair of eyes looked into the air.

The images condensed from the source evil become clear from blur, and the space fluctuates and ripples.

The dark figure of Donghuang appeared in front of everyone.

His voice echoed over the entire grassland—

"I started this war, but it was not aimed at the grassland... it was just the powerful people on the grassland."

He speaks very slowly.

Slightly deflected the head.

Look in a certain direction.

So everyone on the Western border collided with his eyes thousands of miles away.

The tall man wearing a black crow and a long night laughed softly: "If it weren't surprising, you who saw this scene must want to kill me now... The 'plague' in the Western border and the iron cavalry that is now rushing to the mother river are all from my hands..."

The people from the Western border who walked out of the building looked confused and looked at each other.

They saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

Isn’t the “plague” in the Western border a natural disaster?

"Although you are angry and resentful... but before that, I will regret to tell you... a truth."

"A dark history that is buried by the mother river and the Eight Kings Banners, and I don't want to tell you."

Tian Yu, who was leaning down on the horse's back, looked shocked and raised his head suddenly. His heart completely became cold. He slapped his hair with heavy rain, his clothes were all soaked, and his face was pale.

The thunder flashed through the sky.

Donghuang's face was illuminated by thunder.

"The direct cause of this 'plague' is not me, but the mother river that is high in your eyes." Donghuang said calmly: "They have the 'anti medicine', but they will never give it to you. They know the reasons for everything, but they choose to remain silent... because you don't matter from beginning to end, just an abandoned child."

When the thunder passed by the western border, it caused an uproar.

One after another, one confused, confused, and questioning look at the dark mist.

Even the iron cavalry fighting on the battlefield were surprised and could not believe what Donghuang said... and the source of all this pointed to the silent White Wolf King Court at this moment, and the tent where the five grassland kings gathered.

The Golden Deer King and the Black Lion King who rushed to the battlefield early had a firm and cold expression, but there was some dodging in the depths of their eyes. They did not dare to look up at the dark and huge figure, nor did they respond to the astonished gazes around them. The two grassland kings, who were three surnames, lowered their heads silently, held the long sword around their waists, and said nothing.

silence.

All that is left is silence.

In the king's tent, the expressions of several grassland kings were generally ugly. As the owners of the highest power of the grassland... they were among the few insiders in the past. In order to consolidate the rule of the mother river and to shape the sacred image of the Eight Kings Banner, they naturally erased the dark history of the past.

Persecute those who are eroded by the "source evil".

Those grassland kings who once committed numerous crimes and were extremely cruel.

The mother river that has been stained with blood...

And the "source evil" itself.

The White Wolf King looked pale. He stared at the figure floating above the thousands of troops in the Yuansha. Donghuang's eyes were calmly looking at everyone.

One person looks at millions of people, and his eyes are as vast as an abyss.

...

...

If this is a war.

Then from the moment Donghuang gathered the "Source Evil", the ending was destined... The grassland lost at the beginning, and from the time they decided to conceal the truth of "Source Evil", they were destined to be unable to fight against darkness.

Ning Yi was floating at the bottom of the River of Apocalypse, with countless rivers lingering, and the sword energy constantly colliding with Yuansha, clearing an empty circular field. He looked at the Donghuang in the distance calmly. The man said nothing wrong... Darkness cannot be erased.

Because of fear of the turmoil caused by darkness, choose to deceive, hide, and avoid.

It will only lead to a bigger defeat.

His body instantly disappeared into the River of Apocalypse, and the reunited domain was still expanding, and the divine sword energy continued to grow, colliding with Yuansha... The water of this mother river has been defiled by evil spirits, and the only thing that can be fought against is the vast light of the sword holder. Donghuang left a corner of his clothes, and Ning Yi also left a ray of sword energy.

Confront two and two.

His figure instantly appeared in the king's tent.

"Urle—"

The evil spirit of the camp attracted everyone's attention, but Ning Yi's appearance brought this attention back again.

"How long have I slept? What happened?" Ning Yi glanced quickly, and he looked at the evil aura. "Give me a detailed information, the more detailed the better... Not only do you want the grassland, but something big must have happened in the northern border."

Soon, a jade pendant was handed over.

Ning Yi picked up the jade pendant and calmly absorbed the information in it with his divine thoughts.

And the voice of Donghuang still echoed on the battlefield.

"Recalling carefully... what did the powerful people in Mother River bring to you? Bright clothes, food, immortality, stability... or war, turmoil, lies, illness?" The man in black robe with an extremely tall voice was gentle and laughed jokingly: "They don't know how many people you die every day... They don't care... After all, there is no so-called 'empathy' in this world... right?"

"Unless, they experience this pain in person."

Looking down at this vast long line, Donghuang said calmly: "Everything in the world needs 'order', and when everything is disordered, one person needs to straighten him."

"I'm just a wisp of Mars..." He spoke quietly, and said slowly: "And the oppressed ones are the real flames, there has never been darkness. Everything is just because we have not yet ignited, so a suitable time is needed."

He smiled and said, "This war will not stop. Everyone, every moment, can choose to join... If you want to overturn this injustice and tore the ugly faces of the powerful people in the Mother River, then you are welcome to burn yourself, join the darkness, or... illuminate the darkness."

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...

"He twisted the facts and completely opposed the mother river to the enemy on the western border." The Qing Python King stared at the evil aura and murmured, "The facts are not as he said..."

The atmosphere in the tent was extremely depressing.

The silence is at its peak.

“What is the truth?”

A low voice sounded, questioning.

The Green Python King was speechless when asked.

"The fact is that we concealed the 'yuansha'."

The white wolf king's forehead was filled with blue veins. He clasped his palms and suppressed the almost overflowing anger. He said hoarsely: "Who would believe the 'liar'? If a lie is exposed, even if what is said is the truth, he will not be trusted..."

In the evil spirit, the man in the black robe kept his simple silence.

Stop talking.

Because there is no longer any need to speak.

He had personally sent Mu River to the judgment table.

And just like the conversation he had with Ning Yi at the bottom of the river... If one day the grassland would be overthrown, then it was definitely not the darkness itself that did all this.

But they themselves.

There is no guillotine that is sharper than the "human heart". If you want to overthrow the light, it is too simple. You only need to prove that "light" is a lie, and then faith will be shaken... When everyone no longer follows this direction, even if there is light, it will be annihilated, broken, and turned into darkness.

The battle between these undead iron cavalry and the king's tent is just the beginning.

The result of attacking the Mu River is no longer important.

The "revenge" and "conquest" mentioned by Donghuang are definitely not as simple as returning blood to blood. He wants to dismantle everything he built in Urle, not just the buildings around this mother river.
To be continued...