There was too much aura contained in that sky-high anger.
There is murderous intent.
anger.
Compassion.
Hatred.
And...the breath of the avenue.
From the initial resistance, Lin Huang gradually began to accept it, letting the anger flow through his body!
He began to realize the power of anger.
Bit by bit.
Wisp by strand.
That is an extremely slow process.
Because he still needs to resist the impact of anger on his sea of consciousness and the possibility of becoming a demon, and he still needs to trap the anger in his body to peek at its breath.
There is endless anger in heaven and earth!
Countless people were sinking, wailing, and fearful in the wrath of the Savior...
Even the members of the Desolate Tribe felt extremely desperate.
But there are always some people who start to seize the opportunity.
Especially those warriors who have already entered the realm of the Holy Emperor. They have traveled through the long river of time, have rich experiences, and have witnessed countless mysteries.
Lin Huang was not the only one to realize this.
Many Holy Emperors are realizing this.
It's a pity that other people in the Desolate tribe can't realize it, because their realm is too low and they can't bear the terrifying power of unbridled anger in their bodies.
They can only resist vigorously.
After being reminded by Lin Huang, only Lin Cangxue, Lord Grim, and Ye Wushuang could reluctantly realize it.
Even if Song Changling had the aura of Confucian awe-inspiring power to protect his body, he couldn't.
The anger spurted out, lasting for half an hour, and then receded like a tide.
Lin Huang shook his head...
The time was too short for him to fully understand, and he could only wait for the next savior's wrath.
Vaguely, Lin Huang had already seen the direction.
The direction to get rid of the shackles of black mountains and white waters.
Just as the savior's anger dissipated, everyone heard a terrifying roar coming from the black mountains and white waters.
Lin Huang stood up and stood on a hilltop, frowning slightly.
When he saw a king-level warrior from the evil tribe, he started to run rampant with rage all over his body. He seemed to have lost his mind and started killing everyone.
Regardless of whether they are evil tribes or human tribes, he kills them all without any regard.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
If the evil tribe could understand the wrath of the savior, it would be terrible.
But looking at the current situation, these evil tribes are also trying, but in the end they can't resist the savior's anger. They completely lose their minds and become a monster who only knows killing.
Such a monster does not need to be dealt with by the human race, the evil race will take action and kill it.
After the anger, hundreds of years passed for the people of the Huang clan. Some members had already begun to falter. He looked at Lin Huang and everyone, with a helpless and sad smile on his face.
It seems... not only their bodies are getting older, but their hearts are also getting older.
They began to feel sad about spring and autumn, and looked desolate!
Lin Huang was silent...
At the moment, he was unable to change anything, so he could only look for the slightest chance of survival in the Emperor-Suppressing Abyss.
He brought out the Desolate tribe.
It was he who brought them into the Emperor-Suppressing Abyss...
Although there was no complaint on anyone's lips, Lin Huang still felt very guilty in his heart. If he had not had the idea of going around to the rear of the Evil Clan, he would not have been in the current disaster.
However, he blames himself but does not regret it!
Achievements and opportunities often come with narrow escapes.
Now, they can only wait quietly and work hard to preserve their strength...
As long as everyone can survive, there is still hope for everything.
Time passes day by day.
The black mountains and white waters seemed to have no end, trapping everyone and all the evil tribes.
Lin Huang suppressed his temper and asked Song Changling to tell everyone about the beautiful, progressive and exciting things on the mainland every day. He just hoped that everyone would not despair in this endless gloom.
No matter what kind of desperate situation you face, you must be full of hope. This is the truth he realized in the past ten years, and it is also the power of will!
As for Song Changling's words, whether they can plant seeds in everyone's heart depends on their will and destiny.
"Nine Emperors..."
Half a month later, that extremely ancient sound suddenly sounded between heaven and earth again.
Not long after, there was a vast sea of anger, covering the entire Black Mountain and White Water.
Lin Huang's spirit was shaken, and he walked straight out of the Huang family's vitality shield, using his flesh and blood body to meet the wrath that soared into the sky!
This time...he didn't even resist anymore.
Let the monstrous rage shake your consciousness and impact your soul.
He has no time left.
He must realize it as soon as possible.
Otherwise, everyone in the Desolate Clan will die here of old age. Even if he survives in the future, everything that happens here will become his lifelong nightmare and his inner demon on the road to becoming emperor.
"ah……"
In the jungle, after just a few breaths, Lin Huang suddenly roared.
The next moment, he was boiling with anger, and his whole body was boiling with blood-red anger, as if the god of death had come to the world.
His eyes were red and showed no emotion at all.
He turned his head...
Looking at the people of the Desolate Tribe, his bloodthirsty and desire to kill made him walk towards the Desolate Tribe step by step.
His eyes first fell on Lin Pingan.
From the latter, he felt an aura that made him extremely comfortable, just like extremely delicious dishes.
He wants to kill.
He wants revenge.
He wanted to use blood to wash away the overwhelming resentment in his heart.
He wants to use the fear of the world to vent his resentment!
The next moment, Lin Cangxue stood up, dressed in white and walked calmly to Lin Huang, and walked under Lin Huang's knife.
Just like in the Eastern Spirit Realm, Jun Qingcheng walked under Lin Huang's sword; in the Taixuan Realm, Huang Lingsha walked under Lin Huang's sword...
Lin Huang hesitated slightly.
But he dropped the knife without any hesitation.
A clanging sound.
Lin Cangxue finally raised the long sword in her hand and blocked the ruthless Knife...
However, the current Lin Huang was no longer something Lin Cangxue could contend with. With one blow, Lin Cangxue vomited blood.
"Jun Mo Xiao, Ye Wushuang, stop him!"
"Song Changling!"
"Xie Qinghou!"
Defeated, Lin Cangxue shouted four names in succession.
The next moment, Lord Grim's spear came out like a dragon, and the Hidden Sword Mountain in Ye Wu's hands fell from the sky.
Changling of the Song Dynasty recited Confucian holy scriptures, enveloping the forest wasteland with overwhelming aura.
Xie Qinghou was surrounded by Buddha light, and the ancient Buddha's voice was deafening and struck people's hearts!
Lin Huang was furious, and all the martial arts in his body came out, and he went to kill everyone.
Lord Grim's expression changed drastically, and the fourteen Shence spears were fired out, almost using the final killing power to resist Lin Huang's attack.
At this moment, Lin Huang's expression changed.
A roar suddenly sounded within his body...
Then, Lin Huang was surrounded by a layer of anger again.
It was an extremely dark rage.
In just a few breaths, the blood-red and pitch-black anger in Lin Huang's body became entangled and began to fight each other.
Everyone frowned and looked at the extremely strange Lin Huang with confused expressions.
Suddenly... the Heavenly Asura Martial Spirit appeared behind Lin Huang. The moment the Martial Spirit appeared, it was directly enlarged to a thousand feet. His demonic hair was billowing, his clothes were hunting, he had the domineering power to conquer the ages, and he also had the murderous intention to exterminate the common people.
He seemed to have lost his mind.
There seems to be a trace of broken thoughts.
He put his hands behind his back, looked through the black mountains and white waters, looked at the mysterious and ancient building, and spoke angrily, like a god scolding the world: