Just as he decided to escape from Luliang City, he was hunted down by the Great Ghost King Huanxu. Bai Zhao felt scared but also a little relieved.

The other party's quick actions were enough to prove that the Great Ghost King Huanxu had already set his sights on him. If he did not escape from Luliang City, death would be the only thing waiting for him.

Regarding the pursuit of the Great Ghost King Huanxu, Bai Zhao's original idea was to escape desperately. The opponent's main goal was to break through Luliang City and would not spend too much time on him.

As long as you hold on until you escape from Luliang City, there is a high probability that you will escape the pursuit of the Great Ghost King.

All these thoughts were so beautiful, until Bai Zhao had just left Luliang City, when he saw a strong man breaking through space and coming here, killing all the ghosts in the underworld with one sword.

Breaking the void is a method that only True Lord Lianxu has. The arrival of a True Lord Lianxu is enough to determine the direction of the entire battlefield.

Bai Zhao couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but then something happened that made him regret even more.

When the Great Ghost King Huanxu saw the projection of the Yellow Spring tributary being cut off, he realized that with the arrival of the Lianxu strongman, he could no longer escape from the power of the Broken Void. He wanted to take someone with him before he died, so he chased Bai Zhao even harder.

Bai Zhao is only at the peak of the spirit refining stage. His natal spiritual treasure, the Zetian Plate, has been lost, and his innate magical powers were mostly destroyed by Shen Yuan and have not been recovered yet. How can he resist the pursuit of the great ghost king Huanxu who is burning his soul?

In fear, Bai Zhao completely abandoned his dignity, turned around and rushed towards Lu Liangcheng, wanting to seek help from the powerful refining master.

"I led the Great Ghost King away to protect Luliang City. Please help me, sir!"

Shen Yuan looked at Bai Zhao who was approaching rapidly, and a hint of surprise rose in his eyes.

When he first arrived here, he only noticed that Bai Zhao chose to escape, and did not pay specific attention to Bai Zhao. It was not until this moment when he focused his attention on the other party that Shen Yuan saw through Bai Zhao's true form.

"The reincarnation of Bai Ze Demon Saint. Last time, I only destroyed your natural magical power. I didn't expect you to come to Yingzhou."

The smile in his eyes grew deeper, but Shen Yuan did not choose to attack. Instead, he let Bai Zhao continue to flee frantically.

Upon seeing this, the Ghost King Huanxu transformed the Netherworld energy around his body into a giant ghost claw, which slapped towards Bai Zhao head-on with a force that covered the sky and the sun.

Seeing this, Bai Zhao gritted his teeth and bit his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of blood. He turned into a blood shadow clone and appeared dozens of miles away.

"boom!"

The mountains trembled and destroyed everything, but just before the ghost claw fell, the positions of the main body and the blood shadow clone changed, allowing Bai Zhao to escape successfully.

As his life force and blood were lost, Bai Zhao's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even so, he could only grit his teeth and force himself to cheer up and continue approaching Shen Yuan.

"Don't even think about it!"

The Great Ghost King Huanxu was furious and drew the broken samurai sword from his waist. Countless broken souls and murderous aura gathered on the entire battlefield and transformed into a huge Dharma image that was more than a thousand feet tall.

With one slash of the sword, the earth collapsed in an instant, and the dark clouds above the sky dispersed layer by layer, as if a huge crack had been cut across the sky and earth.

Bai Zhao's hair stood on end. The smell of death was so strong that it could not be any stronger. His innate instinct told him that the fairy-like figure in white in front of him was his only chance of survival.

Frightened, Bai Zhao said loudly:

"I am from Daxia, and I know many of Daxia's secrets. If you can help me, I will serve you like a slave!"

As the words spread in all directions, a calm chuckle was heard.

"Wouldn't it be alright if you had said that earlier?"

Shen Yuan had stood in front of Bai Zhao without him noticing. He slowly raised a white index finger and easily blocked the dazzling knife light.

The sword was hundreds of feet long and so huge, but it couldn't shake the index finger at all.

Bai Zhao looked at the scene in front of him with shock in his eyes, as if he had survived a disaster.

There is indeed a huge gap between the realm of Huanxu and the realm of Lianxu Zhenjun, but the sword forged by the Great Ghost King Huanxu, which is made by gathering hundreds of thousands of souls from all over the battlefield, is already close to the attack of Lianxu Zhenjun.

But even with such power, Shen Yuan was easily blocked by just his index finger. This was enough to prove that the person in front of him was by no means as simple as an ordinary Lianxu Zhenjun.

The next moment, cracks began to spread from Shen Yuan's index finger, and the long sword forged by the ghost shattered in an instant.

But this did not end there, the cracks continued to spread from the broken long sword towards the body of the Great Ghost King Huanxu, and the body of the Great Ghost King who was roaming the battlefield shattered like a statue.

From beginning to end, Shen Yuan only raised his index finger and did not use any magical powers.

Bai Zhao stared at Shen Yuan's back and for some reason he shuddered subconsciously, feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Bai Zhao suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and forced a smile on his face, and said respectfully to Shen Yuan:

"Thank you for your help, sir. May I know your name?"

Shen Yuan slowly turned around and looked at Bai Zhao, who looked respectful, with interest.

"The demon saint is really a noble man who forgets things easily!"

His heart suddenly trembled, and the familiar feeling in his eyes was almost completely materialized at this moment. A name that made Bai Zhao terrified suddenly rose in his mind.

"Supreme Daoist!"

Bai Zhao almost instinctively wanted to escape, but reason immediately made him give up this stupid idea.

Several years ago, the Supreme Taoist was able to cross thousands of miles and almost cripple him, let alone now.

With the means of the Supreme Taoist, crushing him to death would not be much more troublesome than crushing an ant.

Bai Zhao knelt on the ground with a thud, and said to Shen Yuan in panic:

"I am a fool. I have offended Your Excellency Daozi many times before. Please forgive me!"

Shen Yuan said with a hint of deep meaning:

"Your Excellency the Demon Saint has lived well these years and is almost becoming the patron saint of this city."

Bai Zhao said with a sad face: "Your Excellency Daozi, you are joking. I have only lived in this city for a while and have some feelings for it, so I am helping them guard the city temporarily.

These underworld ghosts are powerful, and the little demon is weak, so we can only rely on Your Excellency Daozi to take action."

Looking at Bai Zhao's sad face, Shen Yuan said unhappily:

"Okay, get up. I didn't come to Yingzhou to look for you."

Bai Zhao was delighted when he heard this, and quickly got up from the ground, still with a bit of humility in his expression, he said:

"No matter what Daozi wants to do, Xiaoyao will definitely support Daozi with all his strength."

Bai Zhao's appearance made it difficult for Shen Yuan to connect him with the Bai Ze Demon Saint from ten thousand years ago.

"As one of the ten great demon saints, Demon Saint Bai Ze was once a powerful demon saint who entered the fairyland. How can you look like a demon saint now?" Bai Zhao heard this and responded with a bitter face:

“Daozi, you may not know that Bai Ze Demon Saint was once known as the most intelligent demon saint of the demon race, and he has mastered countless inheritances since the birth of the demon race.

Ten thousand years ago, the Demon Saint Bai Ze suffered a great disaster and was almost dead. Before he died, he wanted to use the method of reincarnation to be reborn ten thousand years later.

The specific details are unknown. Xiao Yao only knows that when the memory awakened, it was after the spiritual energy tide.

Something went wrong with the reincarnation method of the Bai Ze Demon Saint. As a reincarnated demon, he only gained innate magical powers, his life treasure, the Heaven-Selecting Plate, and some divination abilities. All the countless inheritances of the demon race since its birth were lost. "

“Little Demon once secretly investigated and learned from some old creatures in the demon realm that Bai Ze’s reincarnation was interfered with by other demon saints. They tried to strip Bai Ze of his inherited memory, but ultimately failed.

The lost memory of inheritance was lost from the bloodline, and finally revived with the tide of spiritual energy and descended upon a low-level little demon. "

"With a vast amount of inherited memories but no bloodline, the little demon is unable to use the inherited memories to cultivate, and can only maintain its weak body.

With the help of the connection of the reincarnation of Bai Ze Demon Saint, after several searches, I finally confirmed that the little demon who obtained the inherited memory is related to you.

After some of the news spread, some demon realms also regarded the little demon as the reincarnation of Bai Ze Demon Saint, because in their eyes, Bai Ze Demon Saint represents the wisdom of the demon race and has nothing to do with bloodline power. "

As Bai Zhao told his story, Shen Yuan finally figured out the problem that had been bothering Bai Xue.

Why Bai Xue could never grow up and practice cultivation, and why there appeared two demons claiming to be the reincarnations of the Demon Saint, all of this is related to the inherited memories in Bai Xue's mind.

"interesting!"

Shen Yuan chuckled and didn't care about the precious memories of the demon clan in Bai Xue's mind.

Perhaps to the entire demon race, Bai Xue's inherited memory is extremely precious, but to Shen Yuan it is completely insignificant.

He has even killed more than one demon saint of the demon clan, so why would he care about this bit of inheritance information?

And with their own threats in front of them, those monsters no longer dared to covet Bai Xue's inherited memories.

Later on, I can find a way to help Bai Xue sort out her memory and let her officially embark on the path of cultivation.

Glancing at Bai Zhao who looked respectful, the other party obviously understood Shen Yuan's concern for Bai Xue, so he took the initiative to reveal these secret information to show his own value.

After all, his life and death depend on Shen Yuan's thoughts.

Without paying too much attention to Bai Zhao's little thoughts, Shen Yuan looked around the environment around Luliang City.

Shen Yuan killed hundreds of thousands of Yellow Springs ghosts on the battlefield, and even cut off one of the nodes for Yellow Springs to invade the human world, thus ending the ghost disaster in this place.

However, due to the erosion caused by the large number of ghosts from the underworld that came to the world, the land around Luliang City has long become dilapidated.

The underworld erodes the present world, and tributaries of the Yellow Spring wash away the land, almost turning this place into an environment similar to the land of the underworld.

The few crops left in the fields are gradually withering as the vitality is drained away by the soil of the underworld. The plants all over the mountains are also gradually coming to the end of their lives. Only a small number of spiritual plants can survive.

Even if Shen Yuan killed all the ghosts in the underworld, the erosion was still getting worse. Unless a great deal of effort was made to expel the underworld erosion that was all over the earth and let the land regain its vitality, it was only a matter of time before this land was completely transformed into the underworld.

"What a cruel method!"

Shen Yuan's pupils trembled slightly, and he asked Bai Zhao:

"How much do you know about these ghosts in the underworld? And what is the current situation in Yingzhou?"

Bai Zhao carefully considered his words and answered in a low voice:

"When I first arrived in Yingzhou, there were already signs of a hundred ghosts roaming at night, so Yingzhou sent an envoy to visit Daxia to borrow the Taishan Lord's talisman to order the ghosts to quell the unrest.

However, the envoy seemed to be involved in the royal dispute and was eventually beheaded by the Xia Emperor.

Since then, the ghosts in Huangquan have become more rampant, and the original power system of Yingzhou has collapsed. It has been replaced by the gradually resurrected Yingzhou pantheon, along with the practitioners of Yin-Yang masters and samurai. "

“In the beginning, the Yingzhou God System was able to gain the upper hand and suppress the Yellow Springs ghosts, but five years ago, the world further revived, and the Yellow Springs tributaries completely appeared in the world.

A large number of ghosts came out of the Yellow Spring tributaries and invaded the world, causing a horrific massacre. Even the Yingzhou pantheon could not cope with it, and many gods who had not yet fully revived fell.

At this critical moment, four gods from Daxia appeared in Ping'anjing and killed several powerful ghosts of Huangquan. They barely stabilized the world, but the whole Yingzhou still inevitably slid towards Huangquan. "

Shen Yuan's expression changed slightly. Those four supreme gods should be the ghost immortals such as Niu Tou and Bao Wei who supported Yingzhou a few years ago.

Fortunately, Niutou arrived in time, otherwise the plan of the underworld might have succeeded.

At this moment, Bai Zhao's face also showed an expression of lingering fear.

“Originally, there were three large cities with a population of over one million around Luliang City. However, as the ghosts from Huangquan gradually invaded, the three cities were reduced to ruins. A large number of people fled to Luliang City, which became the last line of defense in this area.

If it weren't for His Excellency Daozi's intervention, Luliang City would have probably become history. If the ghosts of Huangquan continue to occupy the land of Yidao, the decline of human destiny will inevitably accelerate Yingzhou's fall to Huangquan."

Speaking of this, Bai Zhao couldn't help but ask a question.

"Did Daozi come to Yingzhou to solve the problem of ghosts in Huangquan?"

Shen Yuan smiled slightly: "So what?"

"You are so righteous, I cannot compare to you!"

Having said that, Bai Zhao didn't believe in his heart that Shen Yuan would travel hundreds of thousands of miles to Yingzhou just to suppress the ghosts in the underworld.

Shen Yuan's magical powers are indeed powerful, but the ghosts in the underworld of Yingzhou have already become dominant. Even the lord of the gods above the fairyland in Yingzhou cannot reverse the situation. What can Shen Yuan do?

Although he thought so in his heart, Bai Zhao did not dare to show any expression on his face.

“I have been staying in Luliang City all these years and I don’t know much about the specific things happening in the outside world. I am afraid it is difficult for me to help Daozi.

There are still surviving shrine maidens in Luliang City, who should have a better understanding of the Yingzhou pantheon and the affairs of Heian-kyo. Please ask Your Excellency Michiko to move into the city."

Shen Yuan nodded slightly, took a step forward and crossed a distance of dozens of miles, and the two of them appeared in Luliang City.

Upon seeing this, the surviving practitioners in the city came forward one after another to pay their respects to Shen Yuan and the other two.

But at this moment, the gathered crowd stepped back, revealing a beautiful priestess wearing red and white priestess costume and a celestial crown. Respectful shouts immediately rang out from the crowd.

"Greetings, Lord Palace Administrator!"

The witch stared at Shen Yuan, with suspicion, shock, and joy intertwined in her eyes.

Finally, the witch slowly knelt down towards Shen Yuan, her forehead pressed against the ground, her soft voice filled with piety.

"Amaterasu Grand Shrine Noro Mai, to the great father of all gods!"