The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 142: That was the palace where the peddler and his brother lived

The cloud ship brought Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu to the foot of the Demonic Great Wall.

Xiao Baojing raised his head.

The further north you go, the weaker the sunlight becomes. The dim sky covers the earth. The criss-crossing mountains are barren and withered with no grass. The ground is cracked with traces of severe exposure to the sun. The long wind brings the cold current to attack all living things in the territory, like sharp blades piercing the body.

Xiao Baojing sneezed and couldn't help but wrap his mink cloak tightly.

Everything Lu Yuan prepared for her was very useful.

The accompanying masters of the three major religions of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism were about to open the gate of the Great Wall, but they found that the Great Wall had been destroyed beyond recognition. The demons and monsters inside left the land of eternal night through the holes in the wall, and no one knew how many of them ran to the Central Plains to do evil.

They shook their heads and sighed. As the golden formation began to take effect, the two doors that had been closed for thousands of years were officially opened.

The leading scholar stroked his white beard and looked at Xiao Baojing compassionately: "Miss Xiao, do you really want to enter this place? Once you enter, you may never come out again."

Xiao Baojing nodded firmly: "I want to go."

Eight horses pulled her and Shang Bingjiu through the gate of the Great Wall.

Extreme darkness and coldness suddenly came over him, scratching Xiao Baojing's cheeks and causing them to hurt.

Xiao Baojing subconsciously raised his sleeves to cover his face, and finally couldn't help but turned his back.

As if there was something terrifying hidden in the darkness ahead, the eight horses neighed and hesitated to move forward, until the runes affixed to their backs in advance began to take effect, they then moved forward again with difficulty.

Xiao Baojing opened his eyes tentatively.

She saw that outside the Great Wall, the masters of the three major sects were setting up another large formation. Dark golden light shot up into the sky, and countless complex and intricate runes extended along the Great Wall to both sides, repairing the holes in the wall at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They chanted something, and one by one, the great masters who were well-known in the Central Plains countries ascended on the spot and merged with their own life-saving magic weapons, like golden flags embedded in the city wall!

They sacrificed their lives and, like martyrs, reinforced this demonic Great Wall that stretched for thousands of miles.

Just to prevent the big demon imprisoned here from escaping and endangering the human world again...

Two faded, mottled red lacquer doors slowly closed before our eyes.

The cold wind blew on Xiao Baojing's cloak, and the thick, shiny and smooth mink fur trembled in the cold wind. The girl's long and dense eyelashes also trembled, like petals kissed by a butterfly.

She subconsciously grabbed Shang Bingjiu's sleeve.

She always thought that she and the peddler were good people.

Along the way, they have slain demons and saved the dying and the wounded. They have helped so many people!
But in the end, the peddler turned out to be a great demon that needed to be sealed by the human race's masters...

Xiao Baojing lowered his eyelashes.

The horse gradually went deeper into the polar night.

Xiao Baojing took a nap and didn't know how many hours he slept. When he woke up, he found that he could no longer see the outline of the Demonic Great Wall. The cart was parked quietly in the same place, and there was no sound around.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and subconsciously looked at Shang Bingjiu.

The tips of her eyebrows and eyelashes were all covered with a layer of fine frost and snow, but the peddler remained intact even in the cold land of eternal night. There was no trace of frostbite on his pretty face. He was just sleeping soundly with his hands in his pockets, and he looked no different from sleeping in a warm quilt.

"You slept soundly."

She muttered, and stood up again wrapped in her cloak to look at the horses.

The surroundings were filled with dark ink, as if ink from an inkstone had been spilled into a basin of clear water.

Xiao Baojing picked up the red lantern hanging on the orange tree.

The red lantern is too shabby.

Xiao Baojing remembered the red lantern he had seen in the Yin-Yang Pisces bronze mirror before. Its light could almost cover a distance of thirty feet. But now that they had re-entered the polar night, the light of the red lantern was very weak and could only cover the back of the cart.

With the help of the light from the cage, Xiao Baojing could clearly see the eight horses pulling the carriage. Her pupils suddenly shrank.

The horse was standing there intact, but its skin and flesh had been lost, leaving only a pile of white skeletons!
Her breathing was so disordered that she almost dropped the red lantern.

In the darkness came the murmurs of unknown ferocious beasts, as if they were far away in the sky, yet as if they were right next to her ears. It seemed that they were the ones who had eaten the eight horses, and now they were staring at her and the peddler hungrily. If it weren't for the protection of the red lanterns, she would have turned into a pile of bones in her sleep!
Xiao Baojing's face turned pale, and he stiffly held the red lantern and slowly returned to Shang Bingjiu.

Most of the monsters and ghosts she had seen in the Central Plains were familiar.

But the creatures in this damn place have lived in the freezing darkness for years, and it’s hard to tell what they have evolved into!

Fear spread in the girl's heart, and even her limbs began to grow cold.

She breathed rapidly and glanced up at the sky.

The dark sky was like an impenetrable black cloth, through which only a few dim stars could be seen.

They emit a faint light, pointing the way in the wilderness, so that the creatures living here will not fall into complete despair.

Xiao Baojing suppressed his panic and fear, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then glanced to the side a few times with an observant look.

There was a small black flower blooming on the wasteland.

They are slightly smaller than a human fingernail, with only four thin petals. The stamens seem to be light gold, set off by oval, serrated brown leaves, spreading endlessly towards the sky.

Some strange-shaped animal feet had stepped on it, which showed that many ferocious beasts had passed by here when she and Shang Bingjiu were sleeping.

Xiao Baojing's gaze fell on somewhere further away.

Gradually a cold wind blew.

She squinted her round almond-shaped eyes, put her hands on the pergola and looked into the distance. With the faint starlight, she could vaguely see an undulating outline in the distance. The outline stood tall and majestic like a mountain, and it actually looked like the outline of a palace.

If this wasteland was once the Demon Emperor's territory, then that palace was most likely the one where he lived before.

It was the palace where the peddler and his brother used to live.

Xiao Baojing naturally knew that he would only starve to death if he stayed where he was, so he might as well go to the palace and try his luck in looking for clues. Maybe he could even find his lost memories of his past life.

She hung the red lantern around her waist and carried the wine with great effort.

She used all her strength to climb down from the cart and staggered towards the palace.

“It’s so heavy…”

"I don't know how much is in your stomach, how come you can eat so much..."

"I really owe you in my last life..."

The girl cursed, grimaced, and took difficult steps.

The palace seemed very close, but she traveled for a very long time, and she didn't know how many days and nights she had walked, but she still couldn't get close to it.

Perhaps affected by the evil spirit here, the light of the red lantern on her waist became dimmer and dimmer, barely covering the two of them.

Xiao Baojing held his breath, his anxiety growing day by day.

She had already finished all the dry food that Lu Yuan had given her.

Plus the red lanterns gradually lost their flames...

She was afraid that in another day, she and Shang Bingjiu would be eaten to death by the goblins and monsters in the wilderness.

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