In the Zhendi Divine Abyss.

When Lin Huang was swallowed by the whirlpool that suddenly appeared on the ancient city wall, and after experiencing a brief period of darkness, Lin Huang entered the city.

Then his expression changed.

It becomes a little strange.

The city is very lively... there are people everywhere!

But these people are just soul bodies.

They seem bored.

Either a group of people squatted together and played chess, or they sat next to the tea shed and chatted.

Of course, there is no tea in the tea shed.

Because they don't need tea.

Others were fighting, and there were many people watching and shouting loudly.

Lin Huang frowned.

What the hell is going on.

Later, those in Emperor Blood City also discovered Lin Huang.

They looked at Lin Huang as if they were looking at a monster, their eyes filled with a little surprise.

"This is……"

Someone spoke, and then started to pinch his fingers, "Let me do the math... the last person who entered here was probably more than a thousand years ago!"

"Finally someone comes for us to play with!"

Those people laughed very weirdly.

Lin Huang was a little panicked.

Creepy.

Where have you gotten yourself into?

The underworld?

Eighteen levels of hell?

"Boy, what's your name, and where do you live?"

In front, someone grabbed a bench and sat in the middle of the street with a golden sword, blocking Lin Huang's way. His voice was loud, like a mountain king.

Behind that man, followed a group of people.

"Where is this?"

Lin Huang did not answer, but asked.

"Damn... How dare you not answer the question? Brothers, let him first see what it means to be well-behaved!"

The man sitting on the bench waved his hand, and then a group of people behind him rushed over, flooding the forest wasteland.

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and immediately took action with the knife.

Then, Lin Huang was beaten wildly.

Lin Huang was even more creepy...

He has the Setsuna Sword, and now he can defeat the Martial Emperor, and even fight against the Martial Saint. However, a group of people on the opposite side beat him up easily.

It was obvious that this group of people were just reckless men who came up with fists in a fight, and they didn't seem to have any powerful means.

Why can't I beat myself?

"Boy, what's your name, and where do you live?"

The middle-aged man sitting on the street asked arrogantly again.

"Then who are you?"

Lin Huang asked.

"Hit again!"

The man snorted coldly.

Then Lin Huang was beaten again.

"Boy, what's your name, and where do you live?"

The man spoke again.

"Ahem..."

Lin Huang vomited several mouthfuls of blood and sat on the ground, "Lin Huang... his home is in heaven!"

"Heaven?"

"Are you from heaven?"

The man suddenly frowned, and then he scolded Lin Huang, "Don't try to trick me, Heaven has been destroyed a long time ago... not even a sprout is left!"

"Is there really a heaven?"

Lin Huang was stunned.

The man was also stunned, and then got angry: "Hit him again, it's his grandma's fault!"

Lin Huang immediately got up and ran away, and then he was caught and beaten wildly.

"You kid... you're a little unbehaved, but that's fine. You should be able to play for a few more days!"

The man laughed.

"Old Xiong, be careful, his knife is not simple!"

In a restaurant next to the street, a very delicate-looking scholar looked at the middle-aged man below with a wine glass in his hand and smiled.

"Hey... I really can't tell that the boy who came in more than a thousand years ago was carrying this knife. Why... a thousand years have passed, and he's coming to seek revenge, isn't he?"

"When he abducted Lord Wu An, I haven't even had a fight or drink with him in a thousand years!"

The middle-aged man known as Lao Xiong.

"Then take a closer look!"

In the restaurant on the other side, a woman in purple opened the window, holding her chin in her hand, looking at the scene on the street with a smile.

Um?

The old bear suddenly frowned and glanced at Lin Huang.

"The boy from a thousand years ago is dead? Why did Wu Anjun fall in love with him?"

The old bear stood up, and in the next moment he picked up Lin Huang like a chicken, "Boy, what is your relationship with Qin Changsheng? His sword was on you, and even Bai Xuanyuan became your martial spirit?

"

"Did you kill him?"

The old bear had a loud voice, like a Buddhist lion roaring.

"Who is Bai Xuanyuan?"

Lin Huang was stunned.

"You are so crazy now...you dare to call me Bai Xuanyuan!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from Lin Huang's body.

A figure slowly walked out of Lin Huang's body.

The man was dressed in a blood-colored robe, with a resolute face and an eternal indifference in his eyes, "You just said that Mr. Wu An is gone and there is no one to fight with you or drink with you?"

Seeing the bloody robe that suddenly appeared, Lin Huang was stunned, and so was the old bear.

Wuhun - Changping injustice!

"Bai Xuanyuan? From Emperor Zhenyuan Emperor's Blood City?"

Lin Huang had ten thousand doubts in his heart. He forgot to ask his senior brother about the origin of Ping Tian's injustice. It was a mistake!

And the old bear looked at the bloody robe, his tall body suddenly bent, and his face was full of smiles, "Hey hey hey... Boss, that's not what I meant. I'm bored here all the time. I want to have some fun."

Have some fun!”

"Have you ever fought with me?"

Bai Xuanyuan said calmly.

The old bear waved his hands quickly, asking him to be as obedient as he wanted.

Bai Xuanyuan turned his head, glanced at the Confucian scholars and the woman in purple on both sides of the street, and then glanced at everyone around him, "Long time no see!"

"It seems like you're not doing well outside!"
To be continued...