When Lin Huang was swallowed by the whirlpool that suddenly appeared on the ancient city wall, and after experiencing a brief period of darkness, Lin Huang entered the city.
Then his expression changed.
It becomes a little strange.
The city is very lively...there are people everywhere!
But these people are just soul bodies.
They seem bored.
Either a group of people squatted together and played chess, or they sat next to the tea shed and chatted.
Of course, there is no tea in the tea shed.
Because they don't need tea.
Others were fighting, and there were many people watching and shouting loudly.
Lin Huang frowned.
What the hell is going on.
Later, those in Emperor Blood City also discovered Lin Huang.
They looked at Lin Huang as if they were looking at a monster, their eyes filled with a little surprise.
"This is……"
Someone spoke, and then started to pinch his fingers, "Let me do the math... the last person who entered here was probably more than a thousand years ago!"
"Finally, someone is here for us to play with!"
Those people laughed very weirdly.
Lin Huang was a little panicked.
Creepy.
Where have you gotten yourself into?
The underworld?
Eighteen levels of hell?
"Boy, what's your name, and where do you live?"
In front, someone grabbed a bench and sat in the middle of the street with a golden sword, blocking Lin Huang's way. His voice was loud, like a mountain king.
Behind that man, followed a group of people.
"Where is this?"
Lin Huang did not answer, but asked.
"Damn... How dare you not answer the question? Brothers, let him first see what it means to be well-behaved!"
The man sitting on the bench waved his hand, and then a group of people behind him rushed over, flooding the forest wasteland.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and immediately took action with the knife.
Then, Lin Huang was beaten wildly.
Lin Huang was even more creepy...
He has the Setsuna Sword, and now he can defeat the Martial Emperor, and even fight against the Martial Saint. However, a group of people on the opposite side beat him up easily.
It was obvious that this group of people were just reckless men who came up with fists, and they didn't seem to have any powerful means.
Why can't I beat myself?
"Boy, what's your name, and where do you live?"
The middle-aged man sitting on the street asked arrogantly again.
"Then who are you?"
Lin Huang asked.
"Hit again!"
The man snorted coldly.
Then Lin Huang was beaten again.
"Boy, what's your name, and where do you live?"
The man spoke again.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang vomited several mouthfuls of blood and sat on the ground, "Lin Huang... his home is in heaven!"
"Heaven?"
"Are you from heaven?"
The man suddenly frowned, and then he scolded Lin Huang, "Don't try to trick me, Heaven has been destroyed a long time ago... not even a single sprout is left!"
"Is there really a heaven?"
Lin Huang was stunned.
The man was also stunned, and then got angry: "Hit him again, it's his grandma's fault!"
Lin Huang immediately got up and ran away, and then he was caught and beaten wildly.
"You kid... you're a little unbehaved, but that's fine. You should be able to play for a few more days!"
The man laughed.
"Old Xiong, be careful, his knife is not simple!"
In a restaurant next to the street, a very delicate-looking scholar looked at the middle-aged man below with a wine glass in his hand and smiled.
"Hey... I really can't tell that the kid who came in more than a thousand years ago was carrying this knife. Why... a thousand years have passed, and he's coming to seek revenge, isn't he?"
"When he abducted Lord Wu An, I haven't even had a fight or a drink in a thousand years!"
The middle-aged man known as Lao Xiong.
"Then take a closer look!"
In the restaurant on the other side, a woman in purple opened the window, holding her chin in her hand, looking at the scene on the street with a smile.
Um?
The old bear suddenly frowned and glanced at Lin Huang.
"The boy from a thousand years ago is dead? Why did Wu Anjun fall in love with him?"
The old bear stood up, and in the next moment he picked up Lin Huang like a chicken, "Boy, what is your relationship with Qin Changsheng? His sword was on you, and even Bai Xuanyuan became your martial spirit?
"
"Did you kill him?"
The old bear had a loud voice, like a Buddhist lion roaring.
"Who is Bai Xuanyuan?"
Lin Huang was stunned.
"You are so crazy now...you dare to call me Bai Xuanyuan!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from Lin Huang's body.
A figure slowly walked out of Lin Huang's body.
The man was dressed in a blood-colored robe, with a resolute face and an eternal indifference in his eyes, "You just said that Mr. Wu An is gone and no one fights with you or drinks with you?"
Seeing the bloody robe that suddenly appeared, Lin Huang was stunned, and so was the old bear.
Wuhun - Changping injustice!
"Bai Xuanyuan? From Emperor Zhenyuan Emperor's Blood City?"
Lin Huang had ten thousand doubts in his heart. He forgot to ask his senior brother about the origin of Ping Tian's injustice. It was a mistake!
The old bear looked at the bloody robe, his tall body suddenly bent, and his face was full of smiles, "Hehehehe...Boss, I didn't mean that. Aren't I bored staying here all the time? Let's have some fun."
Have some fun!”
"Have you ever fought with me?"
Bai Xuanyuan said calmly.
The old bear waved his hands quickly, asking him to be as obedient as he wanted.
Bai Xuanyuan turned his head, glanced at the Confucian scholars and the woman in purple on both sides of the street, and then glanced at everyone around him, "Long time no see!"
"It seems like you're not doing well outside!"
The handsome Confucian scholar smiled and said, "You said that man had the appearance of an emperor back then, so you went out with him... I never thought you would return to the Emperor's Blood City!"
At this moment, Lin Huang finally reacted.
He looked at the people in front, back, left and right...with his mouth wide open.
There were huge waves in my heart.
These... disembodied souls are not souls at all.
But Wuhun!
The martial spirit of a city.
Moreover, many of them were able to talk to and be friends with Bai Xuanyuan, the grievance of Changping Tian.
A warrior lives and dies and does not want to reincarnate in the underworld. His soul wanders between heaven and earth, bathed in thousands of thunders in the world, and after the will in front of him is wiped out, he is left with a sense of the mysterious law and becomes a martial spirit.
One part of this is the loss of will.
And the martial soul whose will has not been wiped out... was an extremely powerful warrior during his lifetime.
Lin Huang turned his head and looked at the martial spirits around him, his eyes turning green.
While Bai Xuanyuan was communicating with everyone, he walked up to Old Xiong, put his arm around the latter's shoulders, and asked warmly:
"Tell me, how many martial souls can a warrior hold in his body?"
The old bear turned his head and stared at Lin Huang with wide eyes.
Then he quickly waved his hand, "Boy, don't think nonsense... Who dares to live in your body with the boss... I feel very cold when I sit next to him!"
Bai Xuanyuan turned around.
The old bear suddenly had a smile on his face.
Lin Huang walked straight to Bai Xuanyuan and looked him up and down, "So you have complete consciousness... I thought you only had some residual thoughts!"
Bai Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows and choked Lin Huang:
"It's not like you're too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"