Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 489 - 389 Ordering all the Spirits_1

Chapter 489: Chapter 389 Ordering all the Spirits_1

As recorded in history, after the sudden death of the Great Ancestor of Liao, large caves were carved into a mountain to form palaces with more than a hundred rooms serving as the tomb of the Great Ancestor of Liao. An enormously spectacular and grand palace complex was also built within the valley up ahead, but unfortunately, the vast majority of it was razed by the Jurchen tribe.

The ’feasting platform’ of the Great Ancestor of Liao’s tomb is positioned on the southern side of the tomb, specifically for the four seasons’ sacrifice.

This place was originally known as the ’Heavenly Feast Hall,’ a massive stone hall. However, the surface structure was destroyed, leaving only a stone platform in ruins.

When Zhu Mingyue arrived in the Red Thunder Chariot, tearing through the void to get here, he discovered the Mongolian Shaman, Abas, was unexpectedly also in this place. Abas was standing on the platform with his hands behind his back, looking out over the ruined tomb in front of him.

Upon seeing Abas, Zhu Mingyue’s face immediately turned as cold as iron: "This sacrificial offering of blood food -- was it your Mongolian peoples’ idea?"

In the past, after the demise of the Liao state, nearly 1.5 million Khitan people sought refuge in the grasslands, merging into Mongolia.

Both tribes originally came from the Donghu, and are closely related by blood. The royal house of Mongolia has always had Khitan blood.

That’s why this tomb of the Great Ancestor of Liao has always been looked after and worshipped by the Mongolian people.

"No," Abas replied casually, pointing to the side, "Look there. We Mongols won’t sacrifice our sacred white wolves from the grasslands."

Zhu Mingyue followed the direction Abas was pointing and discovered eight Jiao Dragons, each about 80 zhang long, and six white wolves, their bodies standing at over 20 zhang, each looking as majestic as a small mountain lying on the ground.

Their vitality and blood had all been drained, leaving only skeletal remains and fur.

The deputy Venerable frowned, "Sacred beasts? There is no shortage of sacred beasts that you Mongols eat in private—"

"Shut up!"

Abas interrupted the deputy Venerable before he could finish. He glared coldly at Zhu Mingyue, "If it were not for my prompt arrival and suppression here, countless monsters and evil spirits would have escaped. Your people from Bai Leidu would already have been buried here!

And would my Khan and Taishi, who love their people as their own children, do such a thing that harms others as well as themselves? Bear in mind, this vicinity is our Mongolian peoples’ lushest pastureland."

Deputy Venerable chuckled coldly at his words. The Mongolian tribe had been fostering the North Sea Demon Tribe and the monster species in the Great and Lesser Xingan Mountains as well as the Changbai Mountain Range for more than a day or two. These monster tribes didn’t cause little harm to the Mongols’ own herders.

However, he did believe the latter part of Abas’s statement.

This area is the rise of the Khitan people. Even today, the flora thrives, making it the most important pastureland of the Mongol Datan tribe.

If the Demon of the Great Ancestor of Liao’s tomb loses control, the ones who will suffer will only be the Mongols themselves.

Looking over the valley behind the feast platform, Zhu Mingyue mused, "These several Jiao Dragons and white wolves shouldn’t cause an uproar among the multitudes inside the tomb. What’s the reason really?"

Abas frowned, clearly troubled, "Someone has somehow stolen the hand of Yingtiandi Queen that was buried with the tomb of the Great Ancestor of Liao and also a gold seal from the Great Ancestor of Liao. I suspect someone wants to claim the Dragon Vein of the Khitan."

Zhu Mingyue and the Deputy Venerable looked at each other, both showing signs of surprise on their faces.

The Yingtiandi Queen was Shulv Ping, the wife of Yelv Abaoji, an Empress who had held great power for many decades.

For more than a thousand years, the hundreds of civil and military officials buried in the tomb of the Great Ancestor of Liao were all suppressed by the severed hand of this Queen of Great Liao, which was supposedly placed inside the casket of the tomb of the Great Ancestor.

At this point, Abas glanced thoughtfully to the south where a faint glow flickered about three hundred miles away.

"That fire, are those your subordinates? They’re in trouble. The severed hand of the Yingtiandi Queen is probably in the hands of that supposed ’God Lord of Ten Thousand Coffins’."

Deputy Venerable promptly rose into the sky, preparing to fly towards the direction of the fire.

But at that moment, he realized that the ground behind him in the valley was collapsing and splitting open. Deputy Venerable hesitated for a moment and looked back.

All he saw were plumes of black smoke rising from the valley and a huge black dragon forming in the sky.

"Don’t worry about here." Zhu Mingyue pulled two axes out from his sleeve and tossed them in front of him, "Aren’t you going to save them?"

Deputy Venerable no longer hesitated, his entire body transforming into a dazzling red light that tore across the sky. Although his speed seemed incredibly fast, due to the peculiar effects of local terrain, deputy Venerable took ten breaths of time but only managed to transverse twenty zhang in the air.

Mongolian Shaman, Abas, glanced indifferently for a moment, then slightly shook his head, "Why bother? No matter how quick his Dodge Speed is, it’s already too late."

Zhu Mingyue frowned, a slight unease appearing in his eyes. But when he thought of the great battle that took place yesterday in the Demon Market, his emotions calmed slightly.

Then, he looked at Abas with a questioning look, "Joint effort?"

Abas nodded slightly, "That’s the idea."

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The battle on the hill quickly reached its climax. Li Xuan stood in his original spot, not budging, and nearly all the evil spirits and demons on the hill below were taken care of.

Yue Qianqian also dispersed her Mana, allowing the Yellow Scarf Lishi to return to silence. At this moment, she no longer had any opponents left.

The largest Mountain Spirits were either crushed by the Yellow Scarf Lishi or had escaped. The remaining Wood Demons were now writhing and wailing in the sea of fire, transforming into giant torches.

"That should do it!" Li Xuan looked at Fumo Xiaowei Yu Shuang and Monk Miaoxin, "This place is already safe. Stay here and wait for us to rescue the others. But that protective spell from earlier was too rudimentary. Can you set up a stronger one? If the situation deteriorates, we might need to fall back here."

Monk Miaoxin was slightly flushed by Li Xuan’s gaze.

Because of his previous actions and words, he feels somewhat embarrassed, "Rest assured, Xiaowei Li, as long as I have enough time and enough territory, I can set up the ’Namo Maharaj Rohanamipura Rana’ formation."

——As is known to all, the longer the name of a Buddhist formation, the stronger it is.

Fumo Xiaowei Yu Shuang, however, asked in a condensed voice, "Sir, do you need guidance? We have four banners in Bai Leidu on the opposite side of Luohu Gully, Commanding Officer, sir, should be there, and I have some idea about their location."

Li Xuan hesitated slightly, then shook his head, "No need, I should be able to find them."

His reliance was on the evil cultivator who was mentioned by Yue Qianqian and who carried four coffins.

This person was rather cunning, and when Luo Yan’s Fire Butterfly Spell erupted, and Jiang Hanyun bravely rushed into the foothills alone, the evil cultivator quickly fled with his four coffin figures.

However, this person’s movements were always within the sight of the Divine Blood Azure Phoenix.

It would be easy for Li Xuan to deal with this person. His mount’s speed was unmatched in the world, and he himself possessed the top echelon travelling method.

Yet, he intentionally let him go. His goal was to find out where the other part of Bai Leidu’s people were, and even the location of the God Lord of Ten Thousand Coffins, Sikong Xin.

At this time, however, Li Xuan suddenly frowned and looked towards the forest in the north. His expression was cold, and his voice heavy, "It seems we don’t need to go anymore. Prepare to set up a formation as quickly as possible! Qianqian, you go and help too. Yan, do you still have any Menghuo Oil? The situation this time seems a bit tricky."

In the vision shared with him by the Azure Phoenix Niulang, Li Xuan saw an incredibly horrific scene.

Fumo Xiaowei Yu Shuang guessed something from his heavy tone and his face turned pale as a sheet. However, he didn’t ask any more questions, but dedicated all his efforts to helping Monk Miaoxin set up the formation.

About two moments later, a ’Renwang Prajna Lengyan Realm’ that covered three miles in radius had already begun to take form.

At this time, about thirty ragged knights climbed up the hillside. Most of them were wounded and their mounts were stone horses conjured by spells.

The man at the front was a Taoist in his thirties, pale as a sheet and bearing several knife wounds.

"Deputy Commander?" Fumo Xiaowei Yu Shuang looked at them, and his heart turned ice-cold, "Where are the others? And where is the Commanding Officer?"

But the Taoist with full of knife wounds fell into a coma as soon as he climbed the hill, and those stone horses crumbled into pebbles in a flash.

Another Fumo Xiaowei answered, "The Commander covered our retreat, his life or death is unknown. The rest of the people——"

His voice was hoarse, "All dead in battle!"

"What on earth is going on?"

Yu Shuang could hardly believe it, but the next moment his heart sensed something and he looked out into the distance.

He saw around twenty miles away, a large group of skeletons shaped like sea dongqing rising into the sky, spreading like dark clouds. On the ground, smoke and dust were rising, and a mass of black knights were riding out of the forest, appearing in front of the sea of fire caused by Luo Yan.

Most of them were mummified figures, wearing black armour, carrying curved blades, their bodies glowing red and their eyes glowing blue. There were also some, who should be the officers and leaders of these undead cavalry, their armour and weapons were more exquisite, and they looked like living people, except for the blue-black colour on their faces.

Yu Shuang looked out and only felt that these undead cavalry were endless, at least sixty thousand in number.

What was even more alarming was that in the centre of the corpse riders, there was a huge palanquin, on top of which sat a woman wearing a purple-gold phoenix gown, a phoenix-shaped cinnabar mark on her brow, and her face was unclear. She was lazily half-reclining on the seat, yet she exuded an unparalleled dominating aura that drove those tens of thousands of undead cavalry.

And standing by the woman’s side was the ninth on their wanted list —— the God Lord of Ten Thousand Coffins, Sikong Xin.

"That’s the Pishi Army of the Khitan." Yue Qianqian quietly grabbed Li Xuan’s hand, her voice trembling, "The woman’s attire is that of the Empress of Great Liao, and it is very likely that this is the Yingtiandi Queen, Shulv Ping. Historical records show that this Empress Di had a cinnabar phoenix tattooed on her brow in her childhood."

At Yue Qianqian’s words, everyone’s faces turned pale, and their eyes were filled with horror.

Yingtiandi Queen Shulv Ping was defeated in her later years by Liao’s Shi Emperor Yelv Ruan, who ascended to the throne in her place —— she was the deposed crown prince’s eldest grandson.

Afterwards, Shulv Ping was imprisoned for thirteen years, and eventually poisoned to death by a cup of poison.

However, before her death, Shulv Ping had already reached the Heavenly Tier, and her Yang Spirit was not destroyed. Reportedly, Liao’s Shi Emperor Yelv Ruan had a huge tomb built for Shulv Ping at the side of Liao’s Grand Emperor’s Mausoleum at great expense. All the arrangements within were to suppress Shulv Ping’s Primordial Spirit.

——If it is her, then everyone here has absolutely no chance of survival.

Li Xuan also felt a bit heavy, when he hurried here, he heard Yue Qianqian’s detailed explanation about the tomb of Liao’s Grand Emperor.

But just as Li Xuan was furrowing his brow, the little girl with a green sword behind him suddenly had a gleam in her eye, "Let’s charge in! Quickly, the undead mummy there has something you need in its hand."

Li Xuan was slightly surprised as he looked at the little girl with the green sword in confusion, "You mean, you want me to just charge in there?"

He noticed that next to Shulv Ping, there were several undead knights who were at the Fourth Gate level. He thought to himself that he wasn’t going to die like this.

"Of course!" The little green sword loli was somewhat excited, "Don’t worry, there’s no way I’ll let you die in vain. That’s not the real Shulv Ping, just a severed hand, coupled with a fake body trying to pretend to be alive.

In front of us, it’s just a piece of junk. You have Wuqu Pojun, and with me, we can command thousands of spirits! What are you afraid of?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xuan couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Just who was this little girl?