"Who is Urle-Etu...?"

This voice is a bit strange.

Tian Yu was stunned for a moment. When he realized it, he felt ecstatic in his heart. He raised his head. Sure enough, he saw the young man who was "as if nothing happened", squatting beside him and slowly wiping his cheeks.

"You're not dead yet?"

Tian Yu's voice was a little astringent. He looked at Ning Yi in marvel. He had never noticed before that this thin guy was so strong. Ning Yi's upper robe was torn into the snow tornado. There was a strip of cloth around his waist, his shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen were all naked, showing no more or less muscles.

The skin of this man's body actually shines with a faint golden glow, just like the "holy Buddha image" mentioned by the people in the south. It is as brilliant as a god. Perhaps the scene of a man fighting the snow tornado alone is too shocking, giving Tian Yu a psychological hint. Now that he looks at Ning Yi again, he is not an ordinary person at first glance, and he doesn't know how he was "obsessed with ghosts" at that time, and looked down on this fierce man who came down to earth.

Tian Yu rubbed his head aloud. He realized the inappropriateness between his words. After reacting, the man looked serious, supported the ground with both hands respectfully, knocked on the wet soil with his forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your help!"

Ning Yi was startled by the sudden kowtow. He walked out of the craze of the snow tornado transit, and his divine thoughts easily found this place. For him... how could this be considered a life-saving grace?

These "strangers" helped themselves, and they were repaying them.

In this world, the depth of the world, the good and evil of people's hearts cannot be explored.

Looking for survival in Xiling and walking in the demon realm, Ning Yi has always speculated on others with the greatest malicious intentions, but this time... when he was in a coma, he met a "good-minded person".

He followed the team silently for several days and found that these young people only expressed "exclusion" to him. He was an outsider and occupied a lot of resources, so it was natural for them to react.

Even if they drove themselves out of the ranks, Ning Yi didn't feel any surprise.

However, these young people were cursing along the way, but there was no "kind person". On a dark and windy snowy night, they took advantage of themselves being "slept" and cut themselves into a caesarean section, and then threw them out of the team.

Ning Yi was silent for a moment, and in his aftermath, he caught a glimpse of a large number of figures. These people were originally standing downstream of the river. Some young women, many injured young men, and dozens of children. After Tian Yu knelt down, they all knelt down one after another, put their hands on the wet soil, and their foreheads knocked on the ground, making dull sounds that were neither light nor heavy.

In the silence, he saw the moist tears in the corners of the women's eyes. The sudden attack of this natural disaster could actually take away the lives of everyone here... Because of his appearance, these people survived.

Ning Yi let out a sigh of relief, his heart a little complicated.

Among the kneeling figures, the only "prophet" did not kowtow, but gently placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

This is the etiquette of the "Da Sui Dynasty".

Ning Yi looked solemn. The old man picked up himself after the Xue Tornado crossed the border. He returned the ceremony with this etiquette, held the language of Zhongzhou and asked softly: "Sir, come from the Great Sui Dynasty?"

Tian Yu and Gao Hua couldn't understand the conversation between the two.

Most people are a little confused. This is not the old saying of the grassland.

This "stranger" is not a grassland man?

The river is quiet.

The old man shook his head.

The prophet said softly: "I have been growing up on the Heavenly God Plateau for more than a hundred years. However, when I was young, I met a 'saint' of the Great Sui Dynasty who was driving a sword and walking with an immortal spirit. The gentleman claimed to be a 'sanxian' who traveled all over the world. He taught me the words of the Great Sui Dynasty and taught me some truths. He stayed for half a year and continued to travel. He never met again since then."

Ning Yi was a little moved.

He suddenly thought of Mr. Zhao Rui's "Travels of Dongyanzi" that he left behind. Between the lines, he mentioned the title "Sanxian", but it involved various deeds on the Heavenly God Plateau, and did not mention the story of him teaching people to read.

He thought and asked tentatively: "Why did you save me..."

The old man looked a little reminiscent. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "I think you are a little kind-faced. Although you have murderous aura on your body, you don't look like a big monster in the north. You have a hexagram, and the hexagram is 'auspicious'."

Ning Yi smiled, no longer asking about the details, nor did he mention that his teacher was Zhao Rui's business... It is not easy for a mortal to live for more than a hundred years. This old man also learned the divination technique of the Sui Dynasty, but his memory is probably blurred. Even if he really mentioned it, he could not remember the appearance of his teacher.

In the next time, the group packed their luggage and collected resources, and Tian Yu and Gao Hua went to hunt some wild game.

Ning Yi and the Prophet got onto the carriage.

...

...

"Urle-Etu was the ruler on the grassland two thousand years ago and the only ruler in two thousand years."

The old man sat into the carriage and after making sure that the secret pattern of the formation had been activated and no one could hear the sound here, he went straight to the point. He smiled and looked at Ning Yi with a peaceful look.

He didn't know how this young man from the Sui Dynasty crossed the trench and arrived here, but he knew what Ning Yi was curious about.

Ning Yi was not worried that someone would eavesdrop. His divine thoughts had already explored the whole circle clearly.

He clenched his fists with both hands, gently placed them on his knees, and said seriously: "Sir, please tell me in detail."

The old man said slowly: "Two thousand years ago, the tents of the kings on the grassland were still fighting. Because of the bloodline... they were divided into two camps. Some people firmly believed that although they were born with the blood of the demon clan, they did not have to spend a lot of time to enlighten the spirit. The grassland should follow the pace of the Great Sui Dynasty. Some people also believed that we can use extraordinary talent and possess extraordinary 'wildness' because of the blood of the demon clan. Human beings are despicable and cunning, and should not be trusted. They should stand in the camp of the demon clan."

"At that time, the war between the two worlds was in the most fierce dispute."

"Urle-Etu."

"He conquered everyone with his powerful force and charm, unified the grassland, and based on his different bloodlines at that time, he divided his followers into eight surnames... White wolf, golden deer, black lion, snow eagle, cloud leopard, silver bear, fire fox, and green python." The old man paused and said, "To this day, these eight surnames still ruled this grassland, and were divided into various places based on the system formulated by 'Urle-Etu'."

"Urle is considered to be the 'true god' given by God." The old man smiled and said, "He led this grassland northward, defeated the demon clan, and signed a peace agreement with the Sui Dynasty. This grassland ushered in peace for a period of time... Because of his reasons, it is called the 'Celestial Plateau', also known as the 'Urle Plateau'."

Ning Yi was a little stunned.

Speaking of this, he actually had some guesses in his mind.

The hunting of the powerful and powerful in the Great Sui Dynasty would never mention the second title... Urle was an extremely unfamiliar name in Ning Yi's ears. He had read a lot of ancient history of the Great Sui Dynasty in the Tiandu Library, but history was written by the winners, and Ning Yi would never see the name of a "loser".

Someone erased the "Urle-Etu" and wiped it out together with the second name of this grassland.

The Hongshan area is guarded by officials from the Three Divisions. Even if the three princes are hunting, they must not step out of the safety line. The vast eight surnames of the grassland are regarded as hopeless wilderness, and there will be no chance for practitioners of the Great Sui Dynasty to have contact with them... So the story that happened on this grassland was blocked outside by the front line built by the Great Sui Dynasty.

And this erased history... is the time period that belongs to the "Lion Heart King".

Two thousand years ago, no one knew what the Lionheart King in the North had experienced before he won the final battle. However, from the corpse buried in Hongshan, it can be seen that the battle against the southward advance of the demon clan must be extremely tragic.

After cutting off the head of the "Emperor" from the northern border, the Lion Heart King returned triumphantly and ascended the throne in Tiandu. However, before the city at the northern border could replace it with a new flag, the huge rebellion began.

It is said that the war began at that time, and no one in the imperial city was willing to reinforce.

The Lion Heart King won the battle, not only defending the lonely city, but also chasing thousands of miles, killing the head of the demon clan's common leader on the "Celestial God Plateau"!

The "divine crystal" in the body trembled with tragic trembling.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and did not refuse the picture of the divine crystal transmission.

The vast grassland, all kinds of frost sky, and thousands of creatures gallop along with the iron cavalry, with the vast shouting sounds and the flying lion-heart flag.

The blood and blood are surging.

The "Lion Heart King" who fought with his back and forth in a desperate situation lined up with the generals beside him, followed by the white wolf, golden deer, black lion, snow eagle, cloud leopard, silver bear, fire fox, green python, and creatures on the entire grassland followed the great figure of the god descending to earth.

The prophet's voice was a little lonely.

"After winning that battle, Urle-Etu left the grassland...and never came back."

"Some people say he's dead."

The old man's voice was a little excited, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists, and the joints made continuous and crisp sounds. He looked at Ning Yi and asked loudly.

"But how could the true God die?"

The prophet pursed his lips and murmured, "He has just left for the time being..."

The old man realized his incompetence. He wiped his cheeks with his palm and said bitterly: "The wind and sand are a little heavy--"

The young man's voice rang in the carriage.

“Urle is not dead.”

Ning Yi closed his eyes, and his mind was the scene of the grassland trembling.

He said softly.

"How could the god... die?"
Chapter completed!