Before he had time to withdraw the wooden phoenix chain wrapped around Linhuang, he was bitten by the head.
On the viewing platform, thousands of people were shocked.
The Seven Mysterious Divine Phoenix, that was a legendary martial spirit on the martial soul list. How... just like that, how many of them were eaten by a dark head?
Many Holy Emperors frowned.
The murderous intent is in his eyes!
On Tianjing Mountain, Lin Huang looked up at Huang Wuxu in the distance, "These phoenixes of yours are not very tasty!"
Huang Wuxu's eyes tightened, with an incredible look in his eyes.
He didn't expect that Lin Huang still had a trump card.
There was anger and resentment surging in his eyes. When did a scoundrel that he once looked down upon climb onto his head and run wild?
While thinking, an ancient divine voice sounded between heaven and earth.
Huang Wuxu was seen opening his arms. He closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was comprehending the beauty of heaven and earth.
That divine sound is ancient.
Pathetic.
mystery.
Many elders of the Huang Clan suddenly stood up and looked at Huang Wuxu, who was bathed in the divine voice in the void, and their expressions changed greatly.
In the corner of the viewing platform, the masked middle-aged man's eyes were focused.
On Tianjing Mountain, Lin Huang was a little puzzled.
He felt an unusual aura, and the ancient voice made him feel sad and desperate, making him seem to see the darkness of the end and the blood of the gods.
Divine sound...
It seemed to have infinite magic power, making most of the audience on the viewing platform silent, fearful, and horrified!
"What kind of song is this? Why haven't I heard of it before?"
Behind the viewing platform, Ye Canglan spoke and asked Huang Lingsha beside him.
Huang Lingsha raised her head, with a look of loneliness on her face, "This is not some terrible divine song... this is the... funeral sound of the Phoenix clan!"
"The sound of burial?"
Li Taixuan raised his eyebrows.
But before Huang Lingsha could explain, Huang Wuxu floated up in the void.
He floated up without any effort.
He is like a feather, floating in the void. It seems that he is tracing the source of the divine sound, heading to the destination of the soul, and exploring the spiritual heaven.
He is flying in the sky!
It also disappeared from the void.
The moment he disappeared, Lin Huang's expression changed.
I just felt a huge momentum occupying the sky.
Behind the billowing clouds and mist, it seemed as if there was a pair of eyes staring at me, with a murderous intent.
On the viewing platform, Huang Lingsha tightened her clothes, with a worried look on her face, "After the burial sound...it will be the funeral of the Divine Phoenix!"
"Before every divine phoenix of the Phoenix clan is buried, it will deliver the most powerful blow in this life! After one blow, it will either perish forever or stand up from behind. It will return from nirvana!"
"This blow... is very strong!"
Li Taixuan said, and then added: "It is comparable to a blow from the Holy Emperor!"
On Tianjing Mountain, Lin Huang's pupils shrank sharply.
He felt the monstrous pressure in the void, and his figure gradually squatted down. He used his left hand for a moment and his right hand for a slash, and adjusted his breathing.
clang clang......
The next moment, there was the sound of the phoenix roaring in the void.
Everyone looked up and saw a divine phoenix shining down on the world descending from the sky covered in the self-immolating Nirvana flames.
It burned itself and issued a most powerful blow!
At the same time that the divine phoenix was buried, the forest wilderness on Tianjing Mountain rose from the ground like lightning.
The huge counter-shock force actually caused dozens of steps in Tianjing Mountain to collapse.
In the void, two figures gradually rushed toward each other!
…
boom!
…
There was a loud sound between heaven and earth.
The monstrous fire swept across the world.
The sky full of smoke and dust obscured everyone's sight.
They couldn't see the divine phoenix buried in heaven and earth.
They couldn't see Lin Huang rising from the ground with two swords in hand. They could only see the embers after the collision between the two...
This moment.
The viewing platform was surprisingly quiet.
Hundreds of thousands of people stared at the smoke and dust in the void that had not dispersed for a long time, their hearts beating very fast.
Their pupils gradually dilated.
One side is an understatement, a peerless genius who is expected to cross the eighty steps of Tianjing Mountain.
On the other side, at the cost of burning his life, it was comparable to a blow from the Holy Emperor realm to the buried divine phoenix!
Everyone was silent.
It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that everyone's pupils shrank sharply.
A young man dressed in white walked out slowly.
There was blood on him.
There are scars.
But...he walked out!
And in the hands of the young man, he was still holding a person. He was holding a dying person... Huang Wuxu!
Silence in the void.
Dead silence.
Then an extremely violent sound erupted, sweeping through the entire void like a wave of waves.
Everyone in the Huang clan stood up, their faces extremely ugly. They stared at the forest wilderness in the void, with hatred and terrifying murderous intent in their eyes.
"This boy has made too many enemies!"
Jun Xingshi smiled.
"It's all other people who have enmity with Brother Lin Huang!"
Jun Qingcheng was very partial.
"If he wants to step down from the War God Platform today...it will be difficult!"
Jun Xingshi said suddenly.
"Huang Wuxu has been defeated!"
"Aren't there still four young emperors?"
"Um?"
Jun Qingcheng's face suddenly became serious, her expression was very unnatural, "Father is saying that the four young emperors will take action?"
"Even the Phoenix clan's divine phoenix can be blocked from being buried. This child's climate has gradually matured. This is comparable to the power of a blow from the Holy Emperor. If the four young emperors can sit still, the people behind them will not let Lin Huang grow.
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Analyst Jun Xingshi said, and then he shook his head, "It seems that today's battle between the Holy Emperor is unavoidable!"
With that said, Jun Xingshi looked in the direction where Li Taixuan and others were.
There... Li Taixuan and others have disappeared without a trace.
In the void, Lin Huang landed peacefully on Tianjing Mountain. He held Huang Wuxu, who seemed to be weak and boneless, and threw him out like garbage.
And below Tianjing Mountain, the battle is still going on.
Because of the existence of Tianjing Mountain, the people of Huangtian Palace were greatly suppressed here. In addition, due to the nearly two waves of harvest in Linhuang, the strength of the two sides was barely equal.
But it's just barely.
As time goes by, the Desolate clan will be defeated. After all, Huangtian Palace had more than 120 holy kings before, so they could not be wiped out easily.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang coughed twice, tore off his robe and tied the Knife to his palm!
Then, Lin Huang let out a long roar and swooped down from Tianjing Mountain.
"Belonging to the Desolate Clan, retreat!"
Lin Huang's voice sounded faintly in everyone's ears.
During the interval of the battle, Lin Huang was seen falling from the sky like a cold spear. He was holding two knives and wearing an immortal body, like a butcher, savagely slashing at the saint kings of Huangtian Palace.
With the appearance of Lin Huang, the originally somewhat scattered formation also underwent great changes.
Behind Lin Huang, Ye Wushuang is on the left, Bai Chen is on the right, Lin Cangxue holds the sword in the back, and Song Changling is in the middle, concentrating his power.
The five people formed an offensive and defensive system almost instantly, cutting through the formation of Huangtian Palace like sharp knives.
Immediately, more and more disciples of the Huang clan joined in, forming an integrated offensive and defensive force headed by Lin Huang!
In an instant, Huangtian Palace was in chaos.
On the viewing platform, everyone only saw Lin Huang holding two swords thirty steps down from Tianjing Mountain, like a killing demon king. He went up and down, leading the people of the Huang tribe to continuously break up the Huangtian Palace and harvest the heads of the Holy King!
And this moment.
Yao Liakong from the Panyao Temple slowly stood up!