At this moment, Lin Huang deeply doubted whether there was something wrong with his mind.
It can be extended to this point...
In the wind and snow, Lin Huang rolled up his sleeves and robes. He walked helplessly on the snowy field, still thinking about who the person behind the scenes might be.
But he didn't have an answer.
The only thing that can be determined is that the person behind the scenes should not have any malicious intentions, at least not under the current circumstances.
Otherwise, he would have died long ago.
Thinking of this, Lin Huang felt a lot happier. There were some things that he could not know now, but there were some things that he would be able to know one day.
Make friends with time...
Lin Huang suddenly realized this.
Above the snowfield, Lin Huang's pace became much brisker.
Now that the matter in the Snowy Land is over, it's time for him to pursue his own realm.
Between the vast sky and earth, a snow-white figure quietly disappeared.
However, less than half a quarter of an hour later, the snow-white figure suddenly turned back.
He fell into the void, frowning, looking down at the mountains and rivers below, with strong doubts and curiosity in his eyes.
Just when he left, he felt an extraordinary aura.
That breath seemed to have never existed before.
It seems to have always existed.
Above the void, Lin Huang's footsteps were patrolling, and then his sleeves rolled up, and the turbulent weather force burst out, causing wind and snow to roll across the entire snow-white area, just like the snow avalanche in thousands of mountains.
In the middle of the endless storm, Lin Huang looked at the broken snowy mountains one after another, his brows getting deeper and deeper.
Not far in front of him, there was an ice sculpture sitting cross-legged.
The expression on Lin Huang's face suddenly solidified.
The figure sitting cross-legged in the ice sculpture in the snow-capped mountains looks exactly like him, no different!
"this……"
Even though he had already accepted his seventeen deaths, Lin Huang was still extremely shocked when he looked at his body.
Then, Lin Huang suddenly turned around...
He only saw seventeen of him exposed among the broken snow mountains.
Seventeen ice sculptured corpses.
Some are dressed in white clothes and have the appearance of Confucian scholars.
Some were covered in iron armor and had a domineering look on their brows.
Some looked unusually thin, as if they had been plagued by illness during their lives.
Others were holding three-foot green blades. Even in death, they had their swords erected in front of their chests. Lin Huang could clearly feel... This swordsman must be very powerful in front of him.
Lin Huang's expression became silent as he looked at the seventeen of himself who had been killed.
He moved his body, his eyes swept over each ice sculpture, and finally landed on one of the ice sculptures...
Bei Lin Huang!
Lin Huang knelt down and looked at himself in memory, still sighing in his heart.
Now, the ice sculpture that exists in front of me is the evidence of everything.
He did not return to the age of sixteen, did not step into the gate of time, he died here that year. And his memory also had deviations.
Lin Huang shook his head, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and sighed heavily...
"Everyone, go back...at least, I'm still alive!"
Lin Huang's voice was very small, but it persisted throughout the entire snowy area.
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole person disappeared into the wind and snow.
And among the countless fractured snow mountains, seventeen ice sculptures are slowly melting. The past of the forest wilderness is like the imprinted patterns in fossils, disappearing completely as the ice sculptures melt!
The seventeen ice sculptures are nothing more than the archived records of Wanjiesheng.
In fact, it had long been obliterated by time, and what Lin Huang saw... was just a trace of their existence.
…
In the vast world, the forest wilderness is far away from the wind and snow.
He travels between heaven and earth, his figure is majestic and domineering...
Starting from the Snowy Land, his aura became manic, which forced Lin Huang to speed up his pace.
He has entered the Holy Emperor realm for the third time.
The first time he entered the Holy Emperor was outside Tianshen Pass. He relied on the realms stolen by Feng Wu Jiutian and Bai Xiaopang to forcefully enter the Holy Emperor and fight fiercely against the evil emperor's powerful men.
The second time he entered the Holy Emperor realm was because he was intercepted and killed by the four ancient tribes in the Meteor God Ridge, and he directly swallowed the fate of the evil god.
But then he collapsed into the Holy Emperor Realm.
Because... the Holy Emperor realm that relies on the luck of the evil god is extremely vain, and this is not what Lin Huang wants.
The third time was when Lin Huang left the world that the God of Desolation once guarded and began to reverse the course of time.
Once a warrior reverses the course of time, it means that he has entered the realm of the Holy Emperor... and the first foundation building step into the realm of the Holy Emperor is very important.
The steadier you walk and the farther you go...the higher your achievements will be.
But when Lin Huang passed through eight million years, his realm directly collapsed again, and he fell to the Saint King realm again.
Not for anything else, but to reach the arrogant realm of the Holy Emperor.
Even in the long history of Cangqiong Continent, after 30 million years, you have the qualifications to become an emperor. But...
How can the long history of the Cang Qiong Emperor be comparable to the long history of the real human world behind Tianmen?
If he wants to leave, he must take the strongest path!
After entering the realm of the Holy Emperor three times, he fell to the realm of the Holy King three times. It became difficult for Lin Huang to defend the entrance to the Holy Emperor realm.
The vitality in his body seemed to be ready to rebel at any moment, and he could roll to the realm of the Holy Emperor at any moment.
But Lin Huang just couldn't get in.
But this time after swallowing the sixth Buddha relic in the snowy area, he almost couldn't play anymore...
The bloody Shura in his body before made it difficult for his body and soul to resist, which shows how powerful he is. If the red hair hadn't entered his body at that time, he would have introduced this terrible heavenly curse into the world inside his body.
Let the bloody Shura fight against the curse, causing both sides to lose. He can't break the red-haired curse, nor can he subdue the bloody Shura.
Just when he was about to be killed by himself, Ming Sanqian sent a life-saving straw. Lin Huang didn't know how happy he was at that time.
And when the Blood Shura merged with the original Heavenly Shura, Lin Huang's strength increased unprecedentedly.
This kind of skyrocketing level is like the former Heavenly Shura being a basin of water.
The current Tian Shura is a lake.
The surge in strength instantly made it difficult for Lin Huang to suppress his realm. If he could not control himself even a little bit, Lin Huang would run to the damn Holy Emperor realm.
The void changes, the stars shift!
When Lin Huang walked out of the snowy area and swam across Taixu for only two-quarters of an hour, his figure fell rapidly.
The next moment, Lin Huang appeared in the sky above the Qingtian Martial Mansion.
The years are long.
After the battle that year, the Qingtian Martial Palace was destroyed, and the disciples in the Martial Palace fled for their lives, making it difficult for them to reunite again.
Below, there are ruins and a mess! The glory of the past is no longer there.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang coughed slightly, his eyes looked sad and desolate, and figures could not stop appearing in his mind.
Pei Xiufu.
Pei Yaoyao.
Lu Donghuang.
Brother Shujian!
…
It's a pity that I have to go back to my hometown again.