Now, he is making a desperate move...either to comprehend a new avenue and form the domain rules of the Holy King realm. Or...perhaps he will be stuck in the peak realm of the Holy King for the rest of his life, and will never be able to go further.
He was immersed in the sea of consciousness.
Immerse yourself in your own life.
In the city of shaking light.
Luo Chenyu was wearing a splendid attire. She was sitting cross-legged in the formation, with countless koi carps dancing around her, and then they disappeared one after another.
Outside Tianjing Mountain, Song Hanshan turned around, looked at the spiritual fish quietly circulating around Lin Huang, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Luo Chenyu is not scary.
Her martial spirit is what is truly terrifying.
——Unfortunate luck.
Otherwise, even if he could step into the realm of the Holy Emperor on his own in the past few years after running away, he would definitely not be able to reach the current state.
In the space of consciousness, Lin Huang seemed to have divine help at this moment.
He seemed to see the power of countless rules and regulations, approaching him in an affectionate manner.
There is Taishang Kendo.
There is a way of destroying the sword that will destroy the world.
There is a way to annihilate the thunder.
There is a way for all living beings.
There is a true existence filled with overwhelming Buddha light.
There is a raging and arrogant demon king.
…
There are thousands of avenues.
One by one appeared before his eyes.
However, Lin Huang never made the slightest move.
At this moment he...
Somewhat confused.
His path...what exactly is it?
What is his true way?
In the sea of consciousness, he stood up and moved forward, passing all the avenues at a glance, feeling the power of those avenues.
Those avenues are all his past.
There is a demonic path of sin that can be possessed by a single thought in the Eastern Spiritual Realm.
It is incomparably in line with the Heavenly Shura in one's body.
There is the Great Heavenly Curse Killing Path, which corresponds to the former Heavenly Curse.
There is the sword of killing, which comes from the imperial sword within the body.
…
Those are all Lin Huang's past.
"Past, present, future..."
Lin Huang murmured in a low voice. He looked up at the sky and the earth, his expression silent.
Then, he sat down cross-legged again and began to sort out his life's experiences. Since these avenues existed because of his experiences, then his real avenues should also be in his encounters.
Outside Tianjing Mountain, the battle is still fierce.
Although Qin Changsheng and Di Wantian were fighting against each other in the sky, the remaining Holy Emperors did not give up their attack on Lin Huang at all.
However, Di Wantian took the lead in taking action earlier, which had seriously damaged the vitality of Li Taixuan and others.
Now... is the best time to kill Lin Huang.
However, these people obviously think too much.
In the void, Qin Changsheng was hunting in his cloak, with raging flames raging into the sky. While he was fighting with Emperor Wantian, he roared loudly, shaking the world:
"Where are the dragon heads of the Thirteen Killers?!"
"exist!"
No one could be seen in the void, but many old voices sounded.
Then, the void became strange and unprovoked, with murderous intent everywhere.
In just two breaths, the head of a Holy Emperor rolled down into the void... This made the faces of those Holy Emperors who were heading towards Lin Huang change drastically.
On the viewing platform, the faces of those in power from the major forces also changed.
The Zuojia Ming Cult... finally emerged after a thousand years and the tip of the iceberg.
If there is only Qin Changsheng, he will die one day.
If he were just Xiao Yishan, he would not be able to go against the general trend of the world.
The only thing that makes people fear the Ming Cult is the size of the group of people who survived thousands of years ago.
And the most terrifying thing among them, apart from Li Baiyi, who has been hiding for thousands of years and making secret plans, is the Thirteen Killers of the Ming Cult!
Thirteen kills, the dragon heads of all dynasties must reach the realm of the Holy Emperor!
Even all the Mingjiao Thirteen Killers in the past dynasties, except for a few, all have the realm of the Holy Emperor.
After thousands of years of accumulation, even though countless people have died.
Not to mention a hundred Holy Emperors, there are dozens of them!
What a terrifying fighting force this is.
"Where are the Thirteen Killers of Mingjiao in the past dynasties?"
In the void, Qin Changsheng's voice sounded again.
"exist!"
"Where are the Thirteen Killers of the Heavenly Characters of the Past!"
"exist!"
This time, there were not dozens of voices responding to Qin Changsheng, but hundreds of voices.
Among the hundreds of thousands of spectators on the viewing platform, some people quietly disappeared and disappeared into the void.
"See clearly the faces of these Holy Emperors in the void. Since they want to kill my little junior brother... I want them to exterminate their clan and exterminate their descendants!"
"Here!"
In the void, there was a roaring sound from the sky.
Subsequently, hundreds of auras left Tianjing Mountain, the War God Platform, and even Zhongzhou blatantly...
In the void, the faces of those Holy Emperors whose families were not strong behind them had changed.
They... dare not doubt the abilities of Tianzi Thirteen Kills and Mingjiao Thirteen Kills.
After all, thousands of years ago, it was the personal army of the quasi-emperor Qin Changsheng, an invincible army that had penetrated deep into the hinterland of the evil clan!
"Qin Changsheng, don't be so presumptuous. Do you really want to go on a killing spree and make our human race's strong men fall one after another? Do you want to make our human race no longer able to resist when the evil tribe attacks? You are a sinner! You
He is a sinner!!"
In the void, Di Wantian vomited blood and roared, and the light around him became brighter and brighter, like a saint, full of the radiance of mercy and salvation.
He pointed his halberd and cursed, trying to destroy Qin Changsheng with the righteousness of heaven and earth.
"Is this emperor a sinner?"
Qin Changsheng laughed heartily. He traveled across the sky and constantly suppressed Di Wantian, "For thousands of years, who among the people in this world has worshiped me, the Zuojia Ming Cult! In this vast land of the world, who can remember that the sun and the moon are the brightness, and the heaven and the earth are the heart?
!”
"It doesn't matter that I, Qin Changsheng, am a sinner. Today, even if all the quasi-emperors of your four ancient clans arrive, I, Qin Changsheng, will still fight. Even if the four ancient clans are destroyed, my little junior brother will still be here in this world!"
"You use the righteousness of the world to coerce all sentient beings and my master, but you cannot coerce me, Qin Changsheng! I am who I am, kill if you want, and fight if you want to fight!"
"Even if we are enemies from all directions, why should I be afraid of them?"
The sound of Qin Changsheng's vast laughter resounded between heaven and earth. The laughter was extremely wild, extremely domineering, and extremely unruly.
On the viewing platform, Huangfu Tianxia, who was hiding in the darkness, was so frightened by the laughter that his face turned pale, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to look up at the quasi-emperor's soul!
"Since you want to be enemies with Wanfang, then as you wish!"
At this moment, a leisurely voice sounded from heaven to earth.
Before he finished speaking, an ancient magic mountain suddenly descended from the void and directly suppressed Qin Changsheng.
"Yao Qingqiu, hahahaha... I didn't expect you to come and die too!"
Qin Changsheng's voice sounded like a god and demon in the world. Only in the laughter that shook the sky, Qin Changsheng flew into the sky again. He held the ancient magic mountain in one hand and swept across the void with one glance.
"Di Wan Tian!"
"Demon Qingqiu!"
"Zhao Zhuming!"
"Release the world of mortals!"
"Ye Aoxin!"
"Su Yuxian!"
"It turns out that they are all old friends of this emperor. I didn't kill your heads a thousand years ago. How come... today, on a whim, you gave me your heads as a gift?!"