In the room, Jun Qingcheng also frowned, staring at Lin Huang with his obsidian eyes, glowing with excitement.
At this moment, Lin Huang's body energy gathered around him, wrapping him up like a cocoon. Threads of energy seeped into the latter's body, causing Lin Huang's realm to begin to vibrate.
"Can you be like me and break through sleep?"
Fatty Bai scratched his head, feeling a little confused and a little jealous, feeling that his unparalleled talent was no longer unique.
Buzzing.
In the room, vitality buzzed, like a river pouring into Lin Huang's body.
A clanging sound.
The forest wilderness realm goes straight to the fourth heaven.
"So fast!"
Bai Xiaopang was startled. Within half an hour, Lin Huang stepped into the fourth level of Tianyuan.
"Isn't it very powerful!"
Bai Xiaopang came back to his senses, his face full of pride. Now he is a warrior of the eighth heaven of Tianyuan, which is four small heavens higher than Lin Huang. Bai Xiaopang feels that even if Lin Huang reaches the fourth level of Tianyuan, he
You can also slap him away with one palm.
"Allow you to break through two more realms!"
Bai Xiaopang said with a charitable look on his face.
A buzzing sound.
Four hours later, Lin Huang broke through the realm and entered the fifth level of Tianyuan.
Fatty Bai raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised, "You broke through two worlds in one day. How can you be better than me?"
Bai Xiaopang was a little worried.
After breaking through the fifth level of Tianyuan, Lin Huang's level was still rising, but it was several times slower than before.
Seeing this, Little Fatty Bai breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that Boss Lin's talent is still far behind my own. No, it's far behind!"
Jun Qingcheng grabbed Lin Huang's warm palm, but the corners of her mouth curled into a bright smile.
Bai Xiaopang didn't know Lin Huang's situation, but she could sense something.
In Lin Huang's body, there is a dense mass of star essence and a Martial King Pill. Together with the power of half a dragon essence, Lin Huang's body is filled with a vast ocean of vitality.
Once these vitality are completely absorbed by Lin Huang, there will inevitably be another breakthrough in the realm.
However, Jun Qingcheng didn’t know how far it could reach.
Time is like water, passing by quietly inadvertently...
Three months have passed since the Dragon Vein War ended, and Lin Huang still hasn't woken up, but his broken body has completely gone into nirvana, and his treasure body is glowing, emitting a dazzling light.
In three months, Lin Huang reached the seventh level of Tianyuan. Bai Xiaopang was so frightened that he was afraid that Lin Huang would surpass him if he slept for a while longer.
However, there seemed to be something strange about Lin Huang's body, which made everyone worried.
While sleeping, every once in a while, a black light would pass through Lin Huang's skin, exuding a terrifying aura.
After Qin Xuance saw the wisp of black light, his face turned a little pale, and then he plunged into the Scripture Collection Pavilion of Xuanyuan Mansion.
During this period, the Dongling Realm was also about to experience heavy rains.
After the Dragon Vein War, the high priest of Piaoxue Palace tested the heavenly secrets again and found that Yin Yang Valley will definitely reappear in the Eastern Spirit Realm within a year, and a great disaster will come.
In the picture deduced from the high priest, there are countless Wuhous bleeding, mountains and rivers torn apart, corpses lying thousands of miles away, and human beings suffering from disasters.
Just a few scenes frightened all the warriors in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Yin Yang Valley.
That is a unique and dangerous place that has existed for thousands of years. Every time it appears, there will be rivers of blood and hatred in the world.
But this time, it seemed even more terrifying.
Subsequently, the living fossil masters of the four sects and ten dynasties all spread the news one after another. Every piece of news cast a shadow over the heads of the Dongling warriors.
Under the worries of countless warriors, there is a trace of desire deep in their hearts... Legend has it that there is a inheritance in Yin Yang Valley!
Xuanyuan Tibing once entered Yin Yang Valley.
For a moment, countless warriors, although fearful, were actively preparing and waiting for the Yin Yang Valley to appear.
And when news broke out in Yin Yang Valley, the bloody palace that originally appeared in the Qinglong Mountains mysteriously disappeared. In just one day, the mysterious black-robed man in the Eastern Spirit Realm completely disappeared without a trace.
The Blood Spirit Hall is hidden.
On the Piaoxue Peak, Yan Nangui held the news in his hand with a solemn look on his face. The Blood Spirit Palace tried its best to bring the Yin Yang Valley to life, but it suddenly disappeared at this time. I'm afraid something big is brewing.
Regarding this, Xuanyuan Mansion was as calm as ever.
But early one morning, Xuanyuan Tibing, the military marshal of the Northern Yan Dynasty, showed up at the barracks with rare interest.
The Four Sects and Ten Dynasties also became quiet.
…
In an unknown place in the Qinglong Mountains, there is a bloody palace. On the throne above the main hall, there is a dark shadow squirming, and coughing sounds can be heard from time to time.
There was a squeak.
The blood-colored palace door was pushed open by a young man. The young man was dressed in blood-clothed clothes, with black hair like a waterfall, and a face that was feminine and enchanting, with a different kind of troublesome appearance that could embarrass thousands of women in the world.
"Master!"
The young man in blood-clothed clothes shouted respectfully, his head slightly drooped but he did not kneel down, "Master's injury has not recovered yet, I wonder how can I help the master?"
"Get out!"
Marquis Xueyin scolded sternly, "I am recovering from my injuries, who let you in!"
The young man in blood-clothed body suddenly trembled, he did not dare to say a word, and silently left the hall.
"Wait!"
In the main hall, the voice of Marquis Xueyin sounded again.
"Xie Qinghou, have you forgotten what you promised me six months ago?"
In the shadow of the main hall, a pair of feminine but terrifying eyes suddenly appeared, staring at the blood-clothed young man like a vulture, with a cold and stern voice:
"Now half a year has passed, and you still don't want to inherit my magical power. It seems that I have to castrate you myself!"
Xueyinhou suddenly stood up and appeared in front of Xie Qinghou with a single step.
In the main hall, Xie Qinghou was dripping with cold sweat, his snow-white face was trembling, but he shook his teeth and said: "Master, that disciple really doesn't dare to learn the magic skill!"
"Don't you dare to learn?"
The Bloodyin Marquis smiled charmingly, and his expression suddenly turned cold: "Kneel down for me!"
With a pop, Xie Qinghou knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and his body was trembling with fear.
"If you dare not learn, I will help you get through this difficulty today. If you are still thinking about those disgusting things, I can find a bitch for you, and then let you inherit my mantle!"
A demonic smile appeared on the pale face of Marquis Xueyin, but his voice became softer afterwards. A pair of jade hands held Xie Qinghou's troubled face, and said with a charming and doting smile:
"Xiao Qinghou, as long as you practice magical skills and practice with the master, our injuries will be cured soon! And your realm strength will definitely reach the sky!"
Xie Qinghou's body was trembling, and he looked at the charming Xueyin Hou in front of him. His face full of despair suddenly turned into a smile.
That smile was a little perverted, a little cold, and a little awe-inspiring.
"Do you really think that I, Xie Qinghou, would be willing to become a monster like you? Master!"