Chapter 468: Entering the Snow Mountain and Killing the Poison Dragon

Ye Lijia looked up suddenly and saw a man standing silently in front of him, looking at the golden cup of incense oil with some suspicion. The man was wearing a green robe and did not reveal any aura.

"Who are you?"

Ye Lijia asked, judging from his clothes, he seemed to be from Middle-earth, but as for his cultivation level, he couldn't tell anything at all.

"You don't need to care who I am, just know why I'm here."

Gu Qingyuan smiled and looked around. This Lama Temple was indeed magnificent and very different from the Buddhist temples in China. The Buddhist paintings, sculptures, and stone carvings of scriptures were even more unique.

"you……"

Ye Lijia was about to ask a question, but was interrupted by Gu Qingyuan: "Why should I tell you too much? You just need to know that you shouldn't form an alliance with the Manchus. This is a serious crime and you should be killed!"

After saying that, he shook his sleeves and released true fire, instantly burning Ye Lijia into dry bones. The dry bones were still alive and had a human shape: "The thief said..."

Gu Qingyuan didn't even look at him. The golden flames rolled and burned the dry bones into black powder. Not even the living Buddha's soul was left, and everything was burned up.

The golden flame was released and then quickly retracted, only burning a Buddha statue, without even damaging the seat next to it. This shows how delicately the fire power was controlled.

He waved his hand, the window opened, and the black ash was sent into the vast snow. The snow covered it in an instant, and it was white again, just like the snow-capped mountains in Tibet, which looked peaceful and tranquil without being stained by dust, but in fact, countless bones of people who were unjustly killed were buried under the snow.

"The temple is decorated with gold, but inside it is rotten cotton. It looks magnificent, but it stinks."

Gu Qingyuan sighed lightly, his figure soared up, and the sword light shone directly on the top of the snow mountain, even cutting off a part of the mountain top. The snow peak that had been silent for a hundred years shook and collapsed, and under the pressure of the snow pile, a huge avalanche was formed.

The avalanche came down the mountain range with loud rumbling sounds, burying countless Lama temples standing on the snow-capped mountains. Gu Qingyuan watched everything quietly. Whenever a human figure flew into the air, he would bounce and suppress it with the sword in his hand and bury it in the snow.

The snow-capped peaks stretched out endlessly, and he waited until a black spot in the middle of the mountain was submerged and no one was left poking their heads out of the snow before he turned into a rainbow and flew away.

"It's a pity that this beautiful snowstorm buried a bunch of filthy bones."

Ever since the law of cause and effect was eliminated, the gods and humans fought each other, the luck turned into dragon energy, and the battle for the dragon slowly opened. Gu Qingyuan just watched the situation in the world and made his moves at will.

The dragon energy in the Middle-earth scattered, creating a desolate scene of the end of the world, just waiting for the dynasty to fall apart and collapse, when a wise ruler with the dragon energy would come to clean up the country. Gu Qingyuan vaguely calculated that a poisonous dragon was slowly gathering strength outside the pass, and then he followed the cause and effect to investigate and finally found out the reason.

If Gu Qingyuan had not entered the world, the Manchus would have joined forces with the Tibetan Tantric Buddhism to enter the country, and while the Central Plains monks were busy taking care of themselves, they would have occupied dozens of cities and named themselves Tatar Qing. Relying on the large number of tribes and the Han people under their rule, they would have been able to prosper for a few years.

If they are luckier, it may not be difficult to rule the Central Plains and they can still enjoy hundreds of years of national fortune. Under the influence of cause and effect, all the practitioners will not and dare not care too much. At most, they can just ignore it and practice at the mountain gate.

It's just that the demons from outside the domain have crossed over and broken the law of cause and effect, and have severed the retribution for good and evil. When catastrophe is approaching, they intend to plunge the world into a killing calamity, which is why there are all kinds of changes.

When Gu Qingyuan saw that big forehead, he was disgusted by the money rat tail, so he simply came here to kill this poisonous dragon to avoid any more trouble in the future. Hmm?
He stretched out his hand, and his magic power flowed, grabbing a person and freezing him in the air. The person was still struggling, but was firmly locked by the magic power.

"Han people, I am a subordinate of Fubai Beile of the Manchu Plain Yellow Banner. I have important tasks to attend to. Please show some mercy. I will also consider our friendship when we meet in the future."

The Tartar said a lot of gibberish, begging for mercy and threatening, showing off his status and preaching his ideas. Gu Qingyuan just smiled slightly. In his eyes, such people were just ants. How could he build a friendship with them?

His eyes flashed with brilliance, and the Tartar was stunned. Gu Qingyuan's spiritual sense grasped his thoughts, penetrated deep into his heart, and saw through the Tartar's thoughts and memories.

"It's your good fortune to meet me, so you won't have to suffer more in the future."

Gu Qingyuan gently put him down, Huahong left, and a snowflake fluttered down. The snowflake, as light as cotton wool, pressed on the man, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The whole person turned into powder and scattered all over the ground, and was gradually buried by the snow.

When Gu Qingyuan appeared again, he had already arrived in the northeastern part of China. The climate here was changeable, with four seasons of extreme cold and heat alternating over and over again. It was difficult to grow crops, but there was abundant grass.

The so-called Manchukuo settled here. It was called a country, but it was nothing more than hundreds of tribes entangled together to form a large tribe. In order to facilitate ruling and avoid friction among the tribes, the Manchu ruler decided to use Manchu as the name of the tribe and divided it into eight banners.

Among them, the Jianzhou Jurchens were the majority, forming the upper four banners, and the rest were the lower four banners. To put it bluntly, it was still a means of imperial manipulation.

Due to factors such as climate, precipitation, and soil, the Manchus were still mainly nomadic, living by following the grass and migrating along the rivers. Another reason was that there were many chaotic situations here, and stable farming was not as convenient as looting. This was why my neighbors stored grain while I stored guns.

Gu Qingyuan picked up a handful of soil, looked at it and shook his head. Land is the foundation. Land like this cannot support many people. No wonder people have to cut grass and grain during the cold winter.

This land cannot support too many people. Most of those who can survive are young and strong. Even in years of disaster, the elderly in the tribe have to be abandoned and left to fend for themselves. If they are extremely hungry, it is common for them to become sheep.

However, this barbarian tribe disregards human ethics and is uneducated. Even the women in the tribe retain the custom of the younger brother inheriting the brother's property and the son inheriting the father's property. They can only improve their bloodline through intermarriage and interfertilization.

"They are lucky, otherwise the genetic diseases caused by inbreeding alone would be enough to make them suffer."

Gu Qingyuan shook his head. He thought it would be a waste if he killed the poisonous dragon. He pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, sending his mighty magic power into the ground, activating the power of the earth veins and the hidden dragon energy, and then began to perform the magic.

After paying respects to all directions and performing rituals, in just half a day, a ball of evil fire arose in front of Gu Qingyuan. It contained the resentment and hostility of the resentful souls who died on this land, as well as all kinds of evil and demonic energy, and finally a bit of dragon energy.

Without any movement, the ball of murderous fire burned fiercely and turned into the shadow of a green flame cavalryman, with a soul-killing banner in the left hand and a mourning stick in the right hand, and a soul-calling flag behind it. It was green from head to toe, and even the horse was covered with lush green fur, but this green did not have any vitality, but was instead a miserable green, full of lifelessness.

It's all because this phantom gathers all the resentment, sickness and plague in the world. It is a huge gathering of diseases in the world. Wherever it goes, the plague is prevalent. Ordinary people will have a headache and fever for several days if they take a look at it. If they pass by it, they will get a serious illness. When pointed at by the soul flag in his hand, their names will be listed in the book of life and death on the spot. They can only arrange their last affairs and wait for him to come and take their souls. He can be called the world's number one sick Yama, the official who reports the dead.

The cavalryman dismounted and bowed, then rode away at Gu Qingyuan's signal. With every step the horse took, a green flame was created, which sank into the ground.

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