The Legend of the Demon Hunter

Xiao Zhu's question also made Wen Xi feel conflicted.

"You mean, you are only in your thirties?" Wen Xi looked at Xiao Zhu in disbelief.

"It's absolutely true. This poem can prove it." Xiao Zhu replied. After saying this, he looked at Xia Shi.

"Yeah, more than ten years ago, when I first met Brother Xiao Zhu, he was only eighteen years old." Thinking of the experiences over the past decade, a nostalgic expression emerged on Xia Shi's face.

Wen Xi frowned and said, "Only the Son of God can possess ten spiritual powers at the same time. This is impossible to fake, but why is there a difference of more than seventy years in time..."

"Is it possible that the divine world created two sons of God?" Furukawa asked.

Gu Chuan's question immediately attracted everyone's attention. Everyone's eyes fell on Wen Xi, but Wen Xi shook her head without hesitation and said, "No, it's impossible. Creating a Son of God is also a huge cost for Fuxi. He can't create a second Son of God in a short time."

"In that case, there may be no answer to this question for the time being. How about we take a look at the murals at the back first?" Furukawa said.

"Okay!" Wen Xi nodded, then walked to the eighth picture.

In the center of the picture is a woman who is cool and beautiful, wearing a purple dress. Behind her is a man in white, standing back to back with her.

When Xiao Zhu saw this picture, he stopped and stood there.

Xiao Zhu was already familiar with these two people. The woman was Jin Ling'er and the man was Tian Huan.

How could these two powerful saints of the Red Lotus Sect and the divine officials of the Divine Snow Sect appear in the same picture at the same time?

This is too abnormal!

"You came from the Boundary Continent, so you must have heard of the legends of these two people! I won't go into detail about their stories. I just want to say one thing - Tian Huan is actually Jin Ling'er."

"What?" This sentence shocked the four people at once. Even Gu Chuan, who was usually calm, opened his eyes wide after hearing this sentence and looked at Wen Qian in disbelief.

"Do you want to know why Jin Ling'er betrayed at the last moment of becoming a god? In fact, it was not her wish to betray these people, but Fuxi interfered with her will. Although she was a legendary figure, she was able to collect five holy artifacts, which made Fuxi feel the threat from humans. So at the last moment of Jin Ling'er's becoming a god, Fuxi took action personally. He took over Jin Ling'er's will and used Jin Ling'er's power to kill her allies." Wen Xi said.

"Oh my God!" Xia Shi covered her lips in disbelief.

"So Jin Ling'er's rebellion was controlled by Fuxi..." Xiao Zhu said slowly.

"Well, but Jin Ling'er was already very powerful at that time. Even Fuxi could not control Jin Ling'er 100%. Jin Ling'er used the last bit of her consciousness to pass a forbidden technique to a person named Yue Jiao who was traveling with her. It was this forbidden technique that ultimately saved mankind and prevented the catastrophe from sweeping across the entire continent." Wen Xi said.

"Forbidden technique?" Xiao Zhu seemed to have thought of something, and he looked at Xia Shi.

"Yes, this forbidden technique is called Blood Moon." Wen Xi replied.

After hearing what Wen Xi said, Xiao Zhu confirmed his inner guess.

When Xia Shi used the Blood Moon for the first time, Xiao Zhu didn't realize anything, but as time went on, Xiao Zhu discovered that the ferocity and murderous aura of the Blood Moon were incompatible with Xia Shi's Divine Moon power.

It turns out that the source of this power is Jin Ling'er!

The combination of Jin Ling'er's Shura power and Yue Jiao's divine moon power formed the power of the blood moon, which completely explains everything.

Along the way, Jin Ling'er's image has undergone several reversals. When Xiao Zhu was still in Nuowan College, Jin Ling'er was a demon cult witch. At that time, Xiao Zhu saw Jin Ling'er's statue.

When Xiao Zhu went to the Holy Maiden City and learned about the history of the Red Lotus Sect, Jin Ling'er became a holy maiden who saved all living beings. She sacrificed herself for others and used her own strength to save the poor people who were surrounded by cold and hunger in the Buluolan Snowfield.

But when they went to the Eternal Forest and saw the rock and elves who had survived from Jin Ling'er's time to the present, Jin Ling'er's image darkened again. She became a demon who betrayed her relatives and friends and was willing to kill innocent humans and monsters in order to become a god.

But when Jin Ling'er's final veil was lifted, they discovered that there was another hidden story behind this legend. Jin Ling'er's betrayal was not her own will, but the result of being controlled by Fuxi.

Wen Xi looked at Xiao Zhu and the others, and she continued, "Since the Jin Ling'er incident, Fuxi finally realized the threat that humans posed to him. These humans, who used to be like ants in his eyes, were able to collect five holy artifacts and possess the power to kill gods! Fuxi hated Jin Ling'er to the core. He used Jin Ling'er to kill her companions and let her bear the infamy for eternity, but this was not enough. He transformed Jin Ling'er's body and created another person: Tian Huan."

After hearing Wen Xi's explanation, Xiao Zhu looked at the pattern on the mural, and then he realized that Jin Ling'er and Tian Huan looked quite similar. In fact, when Xiao Zhu first saw the statue of Tian Huan in Huanling Country, he felt that this person's image was too delicate, even a little feminine, but he never thought that Tian Huan could be related to Jin Ling'er.

This is incredible!

"Tian Huan can be said to be a test subject of the Son of God. Fuxi gave Tian Huan the power of psychic communication, which gave him a unique power that surpassed that of other people. At the same time, because of Jin Ling'er's epic battle, monsters invaded the Central Plains and squeezed humans into every corner. Humans could only huddle together for warmth and barely make a living. This was also the result that Fuxi, who hated humans, hoped to see."

"But there is one thing that is beyond Fuxi's plan. That is, there is still a trace of Jin Ling'er's consciousness in Tianhuan's body. Although Jin Ling'er's consciousness has long been shattered, her heart deeply loves this world, including the humans and monsters in this world. So Tianhuan founded the Shenxue Sect to try to save those humans in distress. He made the same choice as Jin Ling'er by mistake!"

"But Tianhuan went against Fuxi's thinking. When Fuxi realized that Tianhuan might escape his control, he sent Zhulong, the remaining beast of the ancient dragon clan, to kill Tianhuan. Zhulong's power was too strong. Tianhuan tried his best, but he could only seal it with his own life. You should all know what happened after that."

After Wen Xi finished speaking, she walked without stopping to the ninth mural, which was the last one. The overall tone of this mural was golden, and it looked solemn and dignified.

In the mural, humans and monsters are in the middle, at the top of the mural is the god who is above them, and at the bottom of the mural is the sealed pagoda.

The meaning of this mural is self-evident. It shows the pattern of this world. Life is tenacious and endless. After experiencing several wars and changes, the world has formed a new pattern. Various races coexist in this world and establish new rules.

But this law is dominated by the lineage of God.

To be more precise, it was led by gods such as the lineage of Fuxi.

Although the story (or history) told by the mural has a bright ending, Xiao Zhu felt a vast darkness.

There is no end to this darkness, and even less hope.

In this system, the only way to survive is to obey God's will, transform yourself into a wild horse with a bridle and saddle, stay within the law, and not go beyond God's rules.

Once this rule is broken and the gods feel threatened, they will be killed immediately.

"But how do you prove that the content on the mural is true?" Furukawa suddenly broke the silence and asked in a deep voice.