"All arranged?" Zhao Tai asked on the way.

Lin Xun nodded. This time he left, there were only two treasures on his body, a bow and a broken blade. In addition, there was also a luggage.

The luggage contains a large number of high-level spiritual crystals and some precious spiritual medicines needed to heal.

There is nothing else except this.

Like the wordless pagoda, the humiliated ring, the spirit refining gourd containing a drop of purple blood, and the treasures obtained such as some rare spiritual materials were all left at the Xixin Peak.

Because according to Zhao Tailai's explanation, the blood-killing battlefield is located in an extremely special plane, and all storage treasures cannot be used.

The most important thing is that there is no spiritual power in the world of the blood-killing battlefield!

"The blood-killing battlefield is the front line for the battle between the Empire and the Wuman clan. Similarly, it is also a war barrier that the Empire can stand firm until now. It has been guarding the Empire for thousands of years..."

Zhao Tailai briefly introduced it.

"For thousands of years, most of the elite strong people in the Imperial Blood Killing Camp will be sent to the bloodthirsty battlefield to garrison and fight."

"In addition, the most elite army of the empire and many powerful people are also stationed in it all year round."

"It was a turbulent, bloody, gray, and full of killing. For thousands of years, I don't know how many powerful imperial men have buried their bones in it."

"It can be said that the prosperity and peace of the empire today were all exchanged for their lives and blood!"

"It's just... few people know."

Lin Xun listened quietly, and couldn't help but feel moved, and had a preliminary and vague impression of the battlefield of blood-killing.

"The words cannot describe the cruelty of the blood-killing battlefield. When you get there, you will understand it yourself."

"I just hope you remember that survival is equivalent to victory! And in order to survive, no matter what, you must not have a trace of luck!"

"This is a war between the Empire and the Wuman alien race, which lasted for thousands of years. The hatred built with endless blood and bones can only be resolved by killing!"

"Many young and founding emperors once said, "In the battlefield of blood-killing, your mercy may make the empire lose a mountain and river!"

"Remember, survive!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Tailai handed Lin Xun a handbook of the animal skins, "The above are some introductions about the blood-killing battlefield. After arriving at the battlefield camp, someone will also arrange tasks for you."

Lin Xun took the manual, did not look through it directly, and asked, "How long will it take to go this time?"

"At least three months, at most half a year."

Zhao Tailai pondered, "I know you are eager to go to the ancient wilderness. When you come back this time, I will help you find a way to the ancient wilderness."

"Are you still a little strange? Why did you choose you?" Zhao Tailai suddenly asked.

Lin Xun nodded frankly.

"It's very simple. This is the arrangement of the emperor today. As long as you make great military achievements there, the empire can legitimately give you the most comprehensive protection of the Lin family."

Zhao Tailai looked serious, "You will leave the ancient wasteland in the future. If the Lin family in Xixinfeng wants to survive for a long time, they need to protect the empire. You should not hope that after you leave, something unfavorable to the Lin family will happen?"

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes and said, "This is a good reason."

Zhao Tailai smiled, and a curve appeared on the corner of his lips, "You don't understand deeply enough. I mean, if one day, even if Yun Qingbai comes to the empire, it will be detrimental to your Lin family, you don't have to worry about any accidents!"

Suddenly, Lin Xun was shocked and looked at Zhao Tailai.

Zhao Tailai said: "This is the promise the Emperor has given you!"

"good!"

Lin Xun took a deep breath, without any hesitation in his heart.

...

When you walk down the treasure chariot, a strange ancient hall appears in your eyes.

There is a sign hanging on the hall - "Blood-killing Hall"!

In front of the hall, a teleportation array filled with the aura of ancient vicissitudes stands.

Lin Xun was shocked and walked forward, stared at the teleportation array carefully, and after a long time he said, "What is left over from ancient times?"

"Good eyesight!" Zhao Tailai praised, "I am worthy of being the youngest young master of spiritual patterns in the empire."

Lin Xun couldn't help rolling his eyes: "As we all know, only the saint who controls the mystery of space can arrange a teleportation array across the void. Today's empire is afraid that there is not even a saint. In addition, the vicissitudes of this array's aura can be seen by anyone."

Zhao Tailai's eyes became a little weird: "Who said there are no saints in the empire?"

Lin Xun was stunned: "Yes?"

Zhao Tailai shook his head: "I don't know either, but you can't deny it."

As he said that, he waved impatiently: "Hurry up and act. Entering the blood-killing battlefield before the sunset is relatively safe. Once you enter the dark night, you kid are waiting to suffer!"

Lin Xun was silent for a moment and said, "Senior, I don't want me to leave this period of time again, and things like the ones before will happen again."

He was talking about the crisis of returning from the Annihilation Sea and the Lin family in Xixinfeng was suffering from crisis.

Zhao Tailai's answer was very domineering: "Don't worry, as long as there is any trouble in Xi Xinfeng, I will go to Zuo personally, and the Qin family will smash the door."

Lin Xun was stunned and couldn't help laughing. The answer he didn't like was the answer, which made him very much like.

Lin Xun could even imagine that even if some of the things that happened on Xixin Peak had nothing to do with Zuo Qin, Zuo Qin and his family would have to pinch their noses and recognize them.

Buzz!

Lin Xun did not hesitate, carried a knife and bow on his back, carried his luggage, and stepped onto the teleportation array. With the obscure sound of roaring and starting, he disappeared in an instant.

"Boy, you must play bigger, otherwise the money for the old 'Du Sou' of Hu Xingmian Yueju will be difficult to pay back..."

Zhao Tailai murmured, and then he hurriedly left.

...

Deep in the palace.

A man in white sat upright in front of the desk, writing with his own brushstrokes, straight waist and spine, majestic and heroic posture, and had an indescribable majestic posture.

The dragon and phoenix figure is just like that!

"Send it away?"

The man in white asked without even replying.

In the hall, Zhao Tailai walked over and nodded, "Just just left, before the sunset, you should be able to arrive at the camp."

The man in white said oh, picked up the finished word and said, "How do you think of this word?"

Zhao Tailai looked up and saw a line of large characters written on the wide rice paper with purple flower cloud pattern as the base.

The young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix!

Every word is made of iron and silver hooks, which are as powerful as a dragon, and are penetrated through the back of the paper. They have a magnificent atmosphere that is about to fly out of the paper, and are as majestic as mountains and rivers, which is shocking.

"Good word!"

Zhao Tailai's eyes lit up. With his eyesight, he could see that this letter was marked with an imperial imprint belonging to a man in white!

Bang!

The man in white took out a large purple and golden jade seal, covered it at the corner of the letter, and handed it to Zhao Tailai, saying, "You will send it to the Lin family of Xixinfeng later."

Zhao Tailai sighed: "This time, that kid can finally feel completely relieved."

The man in white smiled: "It seems that he could not fully believe the empire's promise to him before, which is normal. After all, he did not grow up in the empire since childhood. According to Lu Boya's temper, he must have never told him about the empire."

Until he was about to leave, Zhao Tailai couldn't help asking: "Brother, I still don't understand why I insisted on sending him to the battlefield of blood-killing?"

The man in white sat back into the chair, his eyes as if he was unfathomable, and looked at the sky outside the hall from afar, sighing: "For thousands of years, the territory of our empire has been devastated and destroyed by the foreigners of the Wuman race. Every year, countless imperial men died on the battlefield, and paid too much sacrifice and price to earn the peace today."

After a pause, he said word by word: "I want to completely change this pattern! This is why I asked Lin Xun to go to the Blood-killing battlefield!"

Zhao Tailai was shocked: "What the emperor's meaning is that Lin Xun has the ability to change this pattern?"

The man in white shook his head: "It's just a glimmer of hope, but no matter what, hope is better than hopeless."

When Zhao Tailai left the palace, he was still feeling a little unable to calm down, and he was thinking about a question along the way—

Is the emperor overestimating Lin Xun's son when he did this?

A pattern that has not changed for thousands of years, can he change alone?

Zhao Tailai couldn't think of the answer.

...

Xixin Peak.

"The young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix's voice!"

When Lingjiu saw this big character sent from the depths of the palace, she smiled, and Lin Zhongze was so excited that he couldn't calm down.

He recognized the handwriting because he had obtained such a character back then, but the content was only four words: "White Horse Tanhua"!

"From now on, Xixin Peak will be worry-free." Lingjiu sighed.

Xiao Ke, Zhu Laosan, Chiying King, Lin Huaiyuan and others also felt a sense of emotion that the Lin family can have the current situation, thanks to Lin Xun!

"Xiao Ke, remember to take good care of the summer solstice."
To be continued...