In the huge palace, when the walls collapsed, revealing the true appearance behind them. In the Qinglong Mountain Range, the three hills where the entire tomb of King Wu was buried began to shake violently, the rocks cracked, and gradually began to collapse.
The huge palace collapsed directly to the third floor.
The expressions of the people in the tomb suddenly changed drastically, not only because of the shock in King Wu's tomb, but also because of what they saw in front of them.
In front of everyone was a blood-colored lake, a hundred feet in size. There was a torrent of blood in it, exuding a foul smell.
The lake is covered with bloody crows, numbering tens of thousands.
Each crow was fluttering its bloody wings and struggling hard. Its tens of thousands of bloody eyes were like terrifying devils in the night, staring at everyone and sending chills down their spines.
In the main hall, the cries of tens of thousands of crows converged into the wail of the devil, which was shrill and terrifying. Even the strong man Wuhou was shaken by the stimulating sea of consciousness and turned pale.
The terrifying aura in the hall is condensed by these tens of thousands of crows. The terrifying feeling is like the murderous god of hell watching the creatures in the world.
When Shen Qingshan saw this, he took a deep breath, and the killing intent in his eyes became a little stronger.
Lin Huang's face is earth-colored, and any crow that enters his body is Wuhou's nemesis. There are so many blood crows here, and they are undoubtedly the graves of everyone present.
In the field, the Blood-clothed Marquis laughed and stared at Shen Qingshan gloomily, "Now that the Blood Lake has appeared, I want to see how your Xuanyuan Mansion and Renzi Thirteen Killers can stop this!"
As he spoke, the Bloody Marquis turned his eyes and stared leisurely at the withered skeletons sitting cross-legged on the blood lake, with a look of amusement in his eyes.
At this moment, it was precisely because of the existence of the corpse that the Blood Crow in the lake did not break out of the lake. Now, he only needed to push the corpse, and his mission of entering King Wu's Tomb was completed.
Lin Huang also turned to stare at the corpse on the blood lake. It was sitting in the middle of the blood lake. Terrifying power filled the corpse, forming a powerful seal that suppressed tens of thousands of screaming blood crows.
At this moment, except for a pair of eyes that remained clear as before, the corpse's entire body had been dyed bright red by the power of the blood lake, making it look evil.
"Yang Xuangan!"
Without any guessing, Lin Huang knew that the corpse sitting cross-legged on the blood lake at this moment was the real Yang Xuangan, the powerful Martial King who had been guarding here.
"Smash it to pieces for me!"
The Blood-clothed Marquis looked at Yang Xuangan's corpse and ordered the warriors of the Blood Spirit Hall.
In the blink of an eye, countless streams of light headed towards Yang Xuangan's corpse, with excited expressions on their faces. As long as they pushed down the corpse, they would gain supreme power.
In the main hall, before Shen Qingshan could say anything, the remaining members of the Xuanzi Army and the Renzi Thirteen Killers all headed towards Wuhou in the Blood Spirit Palace. Their speed was not slow at all, and they vowed to protect the corpse.
boom!
At this moment, there was a huge explosion in the main hall, and the terrifying aftermath caused everyone in the hall to fly backwards. At the moment of shock, only dozens of warriors charging at the front of the Xuanzi Army were seen being killed by a mysterious force.
And the powerful force attacked and exploded at the same time.
The sudden change caused everyone's expressions to change. At the place where the Xuanzi Army exploded, a middle-aged man in purple appeared, standing with his hands behind his hands. The terrifying aura emanating from his body suppressed the entire crowd.
After Lin Huang glanced at the middle-aged man in purple, he ignored this person and moved his gaze in the direction of Yang Xuangan's corpse.
The Xuanzi Army was injured, and the people from the Blood Spirit Palace were no longer able to stop them. They rushed to Yang Xuangan in an instant. Several palms like palms fell down, and they were about to turn the blood-colored corpse of King Wu into powder.
At this moment, another sudden change occurred!
The moment the palms of everyone in the Blood Spirit Hall fell, the air suddenly froze for an instant. In this instant, a crimson figure appeared behind Yang Xuangan's corpse.
It was a girl wearing a snow-white gauze.
I saw the girl flying up, and at the moment when the air froze, the three-foot green blade in her hand bloomed with peerless sharp light. As she slashed across the air, the sword blade swept across the throats of all the warriors in front of her.
Several heads flew high at this moment, and then submerged into the lake of blood.
Kill Wu Hou with one sword!
Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Even Shen Qingshan was dumbfounded. He was indescribably shocked. Hundreds of Xuanzi troops and the Thirteenth Man of the Blood Spirit Palace, who had not been killed by the Blood Spirit Palace, were actually killed.
A girl was killed instantly!
Wuhou realm!
Shen Qingshan looked incredulous.
At this moment, Lin Huang stared at the girl in red with burning eyes, his expression was dazed for a moment, and he froze on the spot.
That familiar figure in red.
Those pair of starry eyes.
Under the snow-white gauze, the cold look between the eyebrows is revealed.
On the three-foot green front, there are flowers from the other side as bright as blood.
The way he moved his hands and feet was as cold as the moon, holy and unattainable.
…
All of this has long been hidden deep in Lin Huang's soul, carved into Lin Huang's bone marrow, and imprinted on Lin Huang's life.
Lin Huang could even see that the woman's cheeks looked like fresh snow under her veil.
The beauty of youth that never takes a moment to look back and smile is as stunning as a blooming begonia flower.
The girl in red in front of her and the figure that could never be forgotten in her mind gradually merged into one, and finally turned into one person, and truly appeared in front of Lin Huang.
——Jun Qingcheng!
Lin Huang's heart felt sour for no reason, and his eyes were moist. The complex and inexplicable emotions in his heart made him feel overwhelmed at the moment. It was overwhelming joy, but also endless sourness.
The girl in red in front of him is Jun Qingcheng, the person Lin Huang has always missed.
The woman who once chased him for 1,300 miles in the Eastern Emperor Territory and was like a Rakshasa.
The woman who clumsily spent three years embroidering a sachet for herself.
The woman who, with her weak body, dealt a fatal blow to Kuangren Chu.
The woman who has been waiting for ten years.
The woman who saved herself through the Gate of Time in the Snowy Land and faced tens of thousands of warriors alone.
The woman who is above the clouds but is willing to give up everything for herself.
"Qingcheng..."
Lin Huang looked at the girl in red holding a sword beside Yang Xuangan, and a hoarse murmur came out of his throat. His joy was mixed with sourness, and his excitement was mixed with pity and guilt.
Suddenly, all kinds of emotions surged up in my heart.
"So lovely!"
All Lin Huang's emotions finally condensed into one place. He looked at Jun Qingcheng and smiled infatuatedly.
"Who are you?"
Questioning voices suddenly sounded in the main hall, and the middle-aged man in purple who had appeared earlier looked at Jun Qingcheng with a sullen tone in his voice.
Jun Qingcheng never raised her eyebrows or glanced at the middle-aged man in purple, but calmly stood beside Yang Xuangan's body.
"Who are you?"
In the main hall, Shen Qingshan stared at the middle-aged man in purple clothes and said, with a hint of fear in his eyes. He felt that the middle-aged man in purple clothes was powerful, even more powerful than the blood-clothed marquis.
The middle-aged man in purple frowned slightly, slightly unhappy with Jun Qingcheng's indifference, and then turned to look at Shen Qingshan, "Someone killed my two sons in King Wu's tomb."
Originally, Lin Huang's attention had been on Jun Qingcheng, but now he had to turn his head and look at the middle-aged man in purple.
The middle-aged man was tall and tall, with a slightly sedate look. The two patches of beard on his lips matched his eyebrows, as if he had four eyebrows.
Dressed in purple clothes with a gold and jade belt around her waist, she has the air of a powerful person.
"Humph, Jiang Licheng! Now that he has appeared, why bother to disguise himself!"
Shen Qingshan, who was not far away, snorted heavily and continued: "I didn't expect that you are actually from the Blood Spirit Palace. The second-ranked figure on the Wuhou Ranking has actually become the lackey of the Blood Spirit Palace!
"
Jiang Licheng?
In the main hall, everyone was suddenly shocked. All their eyes fell on the middle-aged man in purple, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
They had long heard that Jiang Licheng had entered Xuanyuan City, and they also speculated that the latter might come to King Wu's tomb, but now that he had actually come, they were also frightened.
Jiang Licheng, the second-ranked figure on the Wuhou List.
Looking at the entire Dongling Realm, apart from Xuanyuan Tibing, this person is the strongest. His realm is enough to kill everyone here.
Lin Huang couldn't help but secretly take two steps back.
He had just beheaded the disciples of the Jiang family on the fifth floor, and brothers Jiang Tianyue and Jiang Tianhe were killed by the array puppets. It was impossible to say that he did not feel guilty.
What's more, now that Jiang Licheng has discovered that the Jiang brothers were killed, he doesn't know what kind of raging anger is hidden under that calm appearance.
Jiang Licheng snorted coldly, glanced at everyone present, and the voice in his throat was filled with murderous intent, "What is it? So what if it's not? If Xuanyuan Tibing is not here, who among you can escape?"
"
The Bloody Marquis on the side said impatiently, "The tomb of King Wu is about to collapse. Let's kill Yang Xuangan first!"
"It's not your turn to order me yet." Jiang Licheng glared at the Xueyi Hou with an eyebrow, and then said:
"If you hadn't been incompetent in doing things, why would you have asked me to show up? It's just the Xuanzi Army and Renzi Thirteen Killers, but they have made you so embarrassed!"
"you……"
The Bloody Marquis was furious, but was choked and speechless.
Afterwards, Jiang Licheng turned around again and looked at Jun Qingcheng, saying: "I ask again, who are you? Why are you guarding Yang Xuangan? You'd better give me an explanation for the person who killed me in the Blood Spirit Palace!"
While speaking, Jiang Licheng was already walking towards Jun Qingcheng...