The most powerful command master in the Dongling Realm for thousands of years. He debuted at the age of eighteen and tested Dongling’s feng shui luck...
The wedding took place on the seventh day of July of the same year.
On July 12th, Cao Yangming of the Blood Spirit Palace lifted the seal on the Dragon Land, hoping to bring the Yin Yang Valley to the world.
On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, Xuanyuan Wuxiang left his home and gathered ten major commanders to build the Suolong Land and set up eight golden locks to seal the Yin-Yang Valley, hoping to completely eliminate this thousand-year-old evil place in the Eastern Spiritual Realm.
But missing the last step...
On the seventh day after his death, Xuanyuan Wuxiang's son was born without a father.
For this reason, the Xuanyuan family worked hard for seven hundred years of glory, Wu Bu Dong Ling, and bloodbathed the Jianghu. Almost everyone in the family died in the battle, leaving only eleven elders and three young ones.
He has been accompanying the dragon vein for two hundred years, but he has only been back for half a day. However, he sacrificed his scattered soul and wanted to control the power of heaven and earth to suppress the Blood Spirit Palace, but Liu Cangsheng scolded him and drove him away from the stars in the sky.
Finally, it turned into a ball of smoke and disappeared...
On the battlefield, the people of Xuanyuan Mansion looked at the clear sky and earth, and bowed down.
The heroic spirit passed away, but the war still continued.
At one end of the battlefield, the three blood princes of the Blood Spirit Palace and more than twenty Wu princes surrounded and killed the fierce slave king. The battle lasted for hundreds of miles, and the killing was caused by landslides and earth shattering.
The fierce slave's punches and kicks were all shocking, sweeping away all directions.
However, Blood Spirit Hall and others are still lingering, using strange sorcery to restrain the latter.
On the other side of the battlefield, Liu Cangsheng was also angered by being killed, and his heart was filled with horror. The girl in red, who had been seriously injured early in the morning, seemed to have a deep hatred for him. She clenched her silver teeth and used endless methods to make herself feel...
Risk of death.
At this time, the remaining black robes from the Blood Spirit Palace were also attacking the two of them. Looking at the Long Yuan in Jun Qingcheng's hand, desire burned like a raging fire.
On the battlefield, countless warriors who were still capable of fighting were also heading towards Long Yuan.
A dragon essence once again triggered a fierce battle.
Xuanyuan Mansion's Dixuan Shuangzi Camp once again rushed into the battlefield and fought bloody battles.
Lu Han, covered in blood, raised his gun and entered the battle.
Little Fatty Bai's golden light was shining brightly, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura and anger.
On the top of the mountain, Lin Cangxue tore off her long sleeves and tied up her hair. Then a sword came from the west, and the blood-stained figure in white clothes disappeared into the battlefield again.
Rumble.
A melee continued. Countless people were killing Jun Qingcheng, and some were killing Liu Cangsheng. There were tens of thousands of people inside and outside the battlefield, and they were being killed endlessly.
The terrorist attack caused by the gathering of countless people was like a mountain collapsing and the ground breaking apart, and an angry sea flooding the sky.
In half an hour, Jun Qingcheng suffered eighteen wounds, and Long Yuan was lost on the battlefield.
Liu Cangsheng was also completely furious. He threw his sword around his body and rushed into the thousands of troops, killing everyone in all directions. Wherever he went, he was invincible, and heads rolled down.
A sword thrust out, spanning ten miles.
As soon as the crystal-like jade palm fell, it penetrated the warrior's chest and took off the warrior's head, which was extremely terrifying.
He walked towards Long Yuan, with sword energy all over his body like the sea, and his handsome face was filled with pride.
Liu Cangsheng swung out a punch, and it landed on Little Fatty Bai's body, directly blasting countless shocking cracks into the latter's indestructible body. Then he punched eighteen times in a row, killing all the flesh and bones in Little Fatty Bai's body.
Broken to pieces, he fell to his knees.
With another kick, the big white cat was kicked out of the battlefield and fell to the ground unconscious.
Liu Cangsheng was furious, but he walked calmly. He was unstoppable wherever he went. Killing the black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace was like killing a pig or a dog. Even when facing the iron cavalry formed by the Xuanyuan Mansion, his sword roared and he was killed instantly.
Dozens of heads were lost.
Lu Han shot him, but the latter's palm penetrated his chest directly. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead...
In his cold and dead body, Lin Huang looked at the scene on the battlefield. The anger in his heart was like a blazing fire, the canthus of his soul's eyes were about to burst, and the souls buried alive crazily hit the withered body.
He can die, he can be destroyed, and his soul can be imprisoned forever.
But he will never be allowed to act as a guardian, like an ant struggling to survive, and fall at the feet of Liu Cangsheng.
Looking at Little Fatty Bai's broken body and Lu Han's shocking scars, Lin Huang's soul cried out with blood and screamed, hitting the dead body more and more crazily, vowing to break the curse of heaven.
Buzz.
At this moment, Tian Shura's last bit of immortal will surged, pulling Lin Huang's angry soul into Wuhun's body.
Lin Huang's eyes were startled when his soul entered the Heavenly Shura, as if he was seeing an ancient world.
It was a devastated mountain and river, spanning tens of billions of miles, filled with seas of blood and mountains of corpses.
The evil power and endless evil spirit enveloped the nine heavens and ten earth, covering the sun and the moon, causing the heaven and earth to fall into endless darkness. In the eternal night, all living things are like crawling ants.
And above the heaven and earth, there seemed to be a golden-clothed god, looking down indifferently at the people of the world.
In the ancient world where people were killed, there was a roar that shook the stars in the sky. A figure in white appeared in the dark world.
Holding the magic sword in his hand, he walked towards the golden-clothed god from the horizon.
With every step he takes, the young man in white is surrounded by terrifying evil spirits, and the world becomes clearer.
In just a few hundred steps, all the evil forces in heaven and earth disappeared, and the rays of the sun spread over the earth, illuminating hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers.
But the white-clothed figure is no longer peaceful. His whole body is filled with overwhelming evil energy, his hair is covered with blood, and his magic sword has become a demon. He is like an eternal god of death, standing majestic between heaven and earth.
Overnight, he became a demon in a hundred steps!
The dawn dispersed the earth, and hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers returned to light. But those people who were accustomed to the dark night took it for granted that it was the god in gold who brought them rebirth.
They obediently knelt at the feet of the golden-robed god, but were filled with endless hostility towards the white-robed figure.
fear.
hatred.
revile.
…
The stalwart figure who turned into a demon in a hundred steps turned back, looked at the hundreds of millions of people kneeling at the feet of the golden-robed god, and finally let out a sigh that would last for eternity, and killed towards the golden-robed god.
At this moment, Tian Shura and Lin Huang's souls merged. Tian Shura suddenly opened his eyes, sighing like a figure that has become a demon in a hundred steps, and instantly dispelled the curse of heaven in his body.
boom!
Boom!
In the Xuanhai, Tian Shura flew with anger, like an unparalleled overlord, punching out a hundred punches, breaking the restraint of the Xuanhai, turning into an ancient will, and integrating into Lin Huang's body.
On the broken battlefield, Lin Huang's withered body suddenly trembled, his slender palms patted the broken earth, and a force was slowly reviving.
Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes!
He looked at the battlefield where thousands of people were fighting, with blood flying everywhere. Liu Cangsheng held Long Yuan in his hand, stepped on Xiaopang Bai's body, and beat Lin Cangxue to pieces with one palm, leaving his flesh and blood blurred.
Jun Qingcheng had numerous wounds all over her body, and her delicate white face was covered in blood. She was surrounded by hundreds of people and could no longer fight her way out.
Looking at the scene in front of him, nameless anger was like an angry sea, and blood was crawling in the dark eyes, like a sea of blood. His white hair was covered with blood, and it was scarlet.
Click.
He suddenly knelt down, swallowed the Martial King Pill in one gulp, and punched the ground angrily with his fist. The blood in his eyes became more and more frightening, and gradually became ferocious, cold, and ruthless!
ah!
Under the sky, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded, causing the mountains and rivers to burst.
Thousands of people turned their heads in shock. In the corner of the previous battlefield, a bloody figure slowly stood up. His eyes were red and cold and heartless, his blood-haired shawl was like a river, and the evil energy around him swept hundreds of miles away...