If bitterness can be described by taste, then Linlong's current bitterness can be described by coptis.
Han Sanqian frowned strangely: "What do you mean?"
"Do you know who are buried here?" Linlong said with a bitter smile.
"I don't know." Han Sanqian shook his head.
"Let's talk about Cheng Yongshi first. Two hundred million years ago, there was no True God Family in the Everlasting Sea at that time, and Cheng Shiyong was one of the three true gods in the Bafang World. As for this Liang Han, he was a famous pioneer in the Bafang World.
God, and the third true god of Fujuntian, Fujia.”
"The following ones are even more prominent. Each of them was once a famous figure in the Bafang world. Han Sanqian, is this the trash that that person calls him?"
Linlong shook his head and smiled bitterly, any one of them would be a very important person, and he would be a true god with a high reputation in the world of Bafang.
Han Sanqian also stood completely dumbfounded. He could not have imagined that the bunch of rubbish that the voice said could actually be these big guys.
It wasn't that Han Sanqian was gone, or that they couldn't lift the knife, but that Han Sanqian never expected it.
"Haha, I didn't expect that the world of the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book would be the place where so many true gods finally fell." Linlong said incredulously.
"Why are they here?" Han Sanqian asked.
"Perhaps, for them, becoming the true god of the Bafang World also means that they are invincible in the Bafang World. Therefore, the Bahuang Tianshu, something outside the world, may be their pursuit, but they did not expect that here,
But it also became the place where their lives ended." Linlong shook his head and sighed.
"No wonder the true gods of the Bafang world always disappear without knowing it. Perhaps, even their families don't know why they suddenly disappeared."
Han Sanqian sighed.
But besides sighing for them, Han Sanqian's heart suddenly felt like a big mountain was weighing on him.
I had so much confidence just now, and now I feel so helpless and hesitant.
With so many big shots here, how confident does Han Sanqian have to get out of here?!
"Han Sanqian, I feel so cold." Linlong looked at Han Sanqian quietly and said.
After seeing the tombs of so many great gods, Linlong lost all confidence.
"I think so too." Han Sanqian was extremely embarrassed.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely cold.
I don’t know whether it’s the cold surrounding the tomb or the fact that one person has a dragon in his heart.
After a moment, Han Sanqian smiled softly: "Then I still have to play with it to the end."
Seeing Linlong's confusion, Han Sanqian smiled and said: "So many great gods are coming here. What does it mean? It means that the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book may not just record the names of the true gods. It must have something transcendent, so
, will make them flock to you."
"What you said is certain, but the problem is, they all died here, you..." Linlong shook his head.
These ancient true gods are far more powerful than any of the current true gods. They can even beat three of them one by one, because the spiritual energy in the world of Bafang has become thinner and thinner over the past tens of millions of years.
High level. Secondly, true gods are also divided into unknown ones and those with outstanding military exploits.
Especially for true gods such as Zhang Juntian, they are unparalleled war gods who can destroy the demon clan.
"Haha, it took them a long time to see it, and what about me? Nothing in this world can stop me, Han Sanqian." Han Sanqian smiled confidently.
No matter how difficult it is here, Han Sanqian will get out alive. There will never be a place for him, Han Sanqian, in the grave here.
Because Su Yingxia and Nian'er are still waiting for him.
"Come on." Han Sanqian looked confidently at the sky through the gaps in the bamboo forest.
And almost at this moment, the mountain rain was about to come, the whole sky changed color, and black clouds came rolling in. It was still bright just now, but now it was like day and night.
In the bamboo forest, it started to become dark and frighteningly dark.
At this moment, Han Sanqian heard the rustle of fallen leaves in the bamboo forest.
Han Sanqian took a closer look. In several graves, the tomb grass was swaying slightly, and the fallen leaves on the graves were moving. Then, ghost hands stretched out from the graves, grabbing the ground and dragging their own remains.
The body slowly crawled out.
"Oops!" Linlong felt cold in his heart. These people crawling out of the graves are obviously the souls of the dead true gods. It is obviously very difficult to deal with them!
Han Sanqian's palms were also sweaty. He had never fought against the True God and knew nothing about the True God's abilities. Although these were dead souls, what kind of abilities did they have or how much energy had they inherited during their lives? Han
Three thousand knows nothing.
With the Pangu ax in his hand, Han Sanqian no longer cared so much and directly launched the attack.
In just a moment, Han Sanqian was in the bamboo forest, fighting with those ghosts.
A few minutes later, Han Sanqian's eyes suddenly moved, and he suddenly retracted his body. Then, with an incredible posture, he rushed towards the top of the bamboo forest.
"Han Sanqian, what are you doing?" Linlong asked curiously.
