No one spoke.

For new practitioners, the word Yincha is too far away. For the old man, it is because he knows the legend of Yincha that he is even more fantastic.

"How do you... prove it?" After half a minute of big eyes, a middle-aged practitioner with a calm face spoke in a trembling voice.

It's not their fault for trembling.

They dreamed of leaving here for too long.

I am so long that I dare not touch reality, for fear that it will be broken if I touch it.

"What qualifications do you have to let me prove it?" Qin Ye said lightly: "But... in order to make you feel at ease, so as not to forget anything. It is not harmful to prove it."

"For example...you are still alive."

“This is the best proof.”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes...is still alive.

If it were evil spirits, after the battle just now, they would have become blood food. Moreover, this is a person, and he has a shadow.

"Can we... really go out?" a young practitioner asked in a choked voice.

"Not necessarily." Qin Ye gently stroked Di Ting. Only he could feel how fierce the other party was breathing: "The premise is that I can solve the problem here. So, you better not delay."

Everyone looked at the calm man, and the other party bit his lip hard, and after a long time, he nodded deeply: "Okay...we... we... all tell you..."

The scene had become a desert. They simply sat on the ground. The man took a deep breath and clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I am Zhangjiakou City, Hebei Province, Special Investigation Department..."

"No need to introduce your name. Anyway, you will come to my official to report it in a hundred years, and talk about the key points." Qin Ye said without raising his head. He has seen too much birth, old age, sickness and death, and is not in the mood to have a relationship with passers-by.

The man nodded: "You can call me Xiao Gao. We are all cultivators. At first... it was this little brother who entered here first."

He pointed to a young practitioner, and Qin Ye nodded and said, "Do you have an online name? What is the name of Yijian Yiming on the practice website?"

"Yes!" Yijian Yi Nian nodded quickly: "I was the first person to enter here. At that time... this was not the case here..."

His eyes showed a memory look: "At that time...that brother was very nice to me...and it was not like now..."

"At the beginning, he was very sober and said that it was unlucky for me to come in here, but he would not kill animals at will. I, as soon as I saw that he had no shadow, was scared to death. But... he actually came back from hunting and fed me, and even dug a well for me. I didn't starve to death!"

Qin Ye lowered his head, his eyes flashed slightly: "When... did he start to change?"

Yi Jian Yiming swallowed: "It seems that there has always been...but it is not serious at the beginning..."

He fell into memories. After all, it was too long, and Qin Ye did not urge him. The surroundings were very quiet. A minute later, he frowned and raised his head: "If I remember correctly... it was August 25."

"Are you sure?" Di Ting suddenly raised his head from Qin Ye's arms, and was startled by a sword and thought, and nodded desperately: "I just came in not long ago. I still remember the date. I remember... I heard painful moans in the Martyrs' Temple at that time. He, he usually treats me well, so I want to go and see it. But..."

He shivered: "It was him who came out... but, but not him. I obviously felt that they were not alone. And... he, he actually smiled at me."

"He never laughed!"

He covered his chest and Adam's apple moved hard: "He said...he said...women are kind and they still raise these Han people...yes, I remember correctly! That's what he said! At that time, I remembered his expression so clearly. The kind of contempt that was high and that kind of nobleness that was difficult to explain clearly is completely different from the character he usually showed."

Qin Ye nodded: "So, you still don't know his name?"

Everyone shook their heads.

“Very good, keep going.”

"I'll do it." Old Li coughed twice and stood up. Now the opportunity for these people to leave is all the evil man in front of him. When will he not scan his face now?

"You should be here for him." He pondered for two seconds and said, "How do you want to know to rescue him? Although we don't know the secret method, there are some news... we have always collected it for so many years."

"For example... the mountain god you just heard was playing drums and charging with all the troops."

Qin Ye's expression became a little more solemn, this was the answer he wanted to know the most.

Here, any change is related to King Zhao Ghost, and one detail cannot be missed, and this is obviously the biggest doubt.

"Every evening, the mountain god drums will sound in the thick fog - that's what we call it. Then, the charge of troops will start. Starting from three months ago, it will continue for a day."

He pointed to the edge of the cliff: "Did you see the cliff? At the beginning, they couldn't even get in. But... with the continuous attack every day, they were slowly advancing every day. We couldn't see what it was, but it was definitely an existence with spiritual bodies and power like the ghost. The so-called mountain god playing drums is a war drum."

"The war drum that charges every day!"

"And those who charged..." He paused and said in a deep voice: "It's the Mongols."

Qin Ye and Di Ting's eyes flashed.

Zhao Yun suppressed Genghis Khan's soul...Mongolian cavalry charged...Mongolian immortality collapsed...

It seems like there is a thread, and the answer is about to come out!

"Can you be sure?" he asked indifferently.

"I'm sure!" Old Li took a deep breath: "I'm a Mongolian. I learned Mongolian when I was a child. Although we couldn't see those things, we could hear them! All their orders are in Mongolian!"

"And!" a woman with disheveled hair said: "The 25th of each month is the weakest time for the person in his body! He can stay awake all day until late at night. And that day is also the most fiercer time for the army outside to charge... I feel... I want to share some pressure with the person in his body? This is just my guess."

Qin Ye did not comment and continued to listen.

I have to say that over the years, they have indeed mastered some of the rules here. Qin Ye listened carefully and nodded for two hours later: "Thank you for your hard work, let's have a rest. You can't get involved in this matter. Information is the greatest help you can provide."

No one felt angry.

After experiencing the previous battle of heaven and earth, they knew very well that if they were within a hundred meters, they would instantly become ashes.

Everyone found a place to rest. Qin Ye walked casually with Di Ting in his arms, looking at the ruined temple of Martyrs: "The answer is very obvious."

Di Ting nodded slightly, and the two of them spoke almost at the same time: "Temujin's soul."

"That's right." Di Ting squinted his eyes and looked around and said in a deep voice: "After King Zhao traveling around, he probably has returned, but he didn't expect... the other party's soul might have changed something - this is normal. First of all, the underworld is not there and cannot suppress the soul of a quasi-Yan Luo. Secondly, don't forget that there are a large number of resentful soul crystals under the tomb of Genghis Khan. No one has ever done an experiment to put the Yin spirit under the radiation of the resentful soul crystals, and we don't know the result."

Qin Ye's eyes flashed: "So... Genghis Khan's soul wants to devour Brother Zhao's soul? But this is unrealistic. He is just a quasi-Yan Luo. Even if Brother Zhao doesn't have an official position now, he is not able to win."

Di Ting didn't say anything, but jumped down, stepped on the sand, and said, "I have an unreliable speculation..."

"Since it's not reliable, don't say it..."

Why are you uneasy to play cards?

Di Ting glared at him fiercely and said, "Where do you think those Mongolian soldiers came from?"

Qin Ye pondered: "We are looking at the collapse of the heaven of Changsheng. If faith collapses, they should disappear. Moreover, there are many large army, at least tens of thousands. Why do they still exist?"

"Because... this is the real Mongol Yuan Iron Cavalry! The invincible army that swept through Shenzhou!" Di Ting said solemnly: "They belong to the underworld of China, not the Heaven of Changsheng. They died in China, and were under the jurisdiction of the underworld of China! This is the Jin-tent cavalry that captured the Song Dynasty! The most elite part of all Mongol Yuan Iron Cavalry!"

"If you read history carefully, you will know that at the beginning, the most powerful military power of the Mongol Empire was placed on the war against the Song Dynasty. Those who fought to Europe were actually not the main force... Okay, then do you think, why did these ghost soldiers recover? Why did they start to siege here?"

Qin Ye frowned and desperately recalled the conversation that the survivors had just met. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned around and looked at Di Ting. An incredible thought appeared in his mind: "They... are defending the heaven of immortality?!"

Di Ting's eyes were like fire and he nodded hard... Doghead: "It should be like this... Temujin is known as the incarnation of the Heaven of Eternal Life, and a main god of the divine system is likely to have a backup plan. If it uses Genghis Khan's soul to transfer flowers and wood, the same belief - this is not difficult!"

"And Genghis Khan's soul has not entered the underworld and has not been branded. This is very suitable for it... However, Temujin has been sealed for so long, it is probably difficult to withstand the power of a god-based god, so... he urgently needs to swallow it and let Temujin reach the real Yama level! So... he has to face a ghost king. Of course, this is my guess, but I think... I'm afraid the truth is eight/nine is inseparable!"

Qin Ye raised his hand: "Wait... the Heaven of Changsheng... At most, the Lord of the Mansion? Genghis Khan's quasi-Yanluo level, why can't he accept it?"

Di Ting shook his head: "It's different."

"This is a true god. They are born to reach the level of the King of Hell. The qualifications are there, and the only thing that limits them to be promoted is the land area and manpower. How big is Mongolia? How can they be promoted? A weak country has no strong gods. Remember this sentence, this is the unchanging law of the underworld."

"Apart from this, the main gods of the divine system have completely different natures of life from the yin spirits. If they want to descend, ordinary yin spirits may not be able to be able to accept them. In foreign underworlds, this is called descent, and in China, this is called upper body."

Qin Ye raised his hand and stopped again, blinking his eyes: "Wait... I am... also a god now?"

Diting's voice disappeared instantly, and it took a long time to nod reluctance.
Chapter completed!