In the Emperor's Divine Abyss, Lin Huang fell into silence once again.
Although he knew that the place he was in now was the mirror space of Zhendi Divine Abyss.
He also knows that this space can already be broken.
But he didn't know where to start.
When Lin Huang climbed up from the river, he suddenly asked Bai Xuanyuan: "Do you think the Evil God is in this mirror space?"
Bai Xuanyuan did not answer Lin Huang.
Lin Huang did not continue to ask, but sat down and secretly deduced...
Lin Huang was halfway through his deduction when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Bai Xuanyuan: "Where does Emperor Blood City lead to?"
Bai Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows.
"How did you know?"
he asked.
"The Emperor's Blood City was once the starting point for the Emperor's campaign, so the front of the Emperor's Blood City should be an exit!"
Lin Huang said.
"That exit has already collapsed and disappeared!"
Bai Xuanyuan suddenly sighed, his figure seemed to be full of vicissitudes of life, "The broken world...the broken gods...the era when the emperors fell...the tragic blood reflects the long river of time..."
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows.
I don’t know what’s wrong with Bai Xuanyuan.
"So, Emperor Blood City has an exit to the outside world, but it has collapsed?"
Lin Huang said.
Bai Xuanyuan turned his head, glanced at Lin Huang coldly, and then said: "With your ability, you can't prop up the collapsed exit again!"
"and……"
Bai Xuanyuan stretched out his voice, "Even if the exit is propped up, it won't be what you want... because the exit corresponds not to the Cangqiong Continent, but to the battle ground where the emperors once walked!"
Um?
Lin Huang was shocked, "Existences similar to the Gate of Heaven and the Gate of Planes?"
Bai Xuanyuan didn't answer, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Lin Huang rolled up his sleeves and suddenly asked: "Do you think the Evil God is hiding behind that exit?"
Bai Xuanyuan looked stunned.
There was some doubt on his face.
However, he suddenly rushed towards a certain place.
Lin Huang followed immediately.
…
God closes it.
Li Baiyi sat calmly in the war hall. He turned over the chess pieces with his fingers and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
Not long after, a noisy voice sounded outside the war hall:
"Li Baiyi, if you dare to touch my master, I'll take your skin off!"
Li Baiyi walked out with a smile and looked at the second-best fortune teller in front of him, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in dead people!"
Shortly afterwards, an old man who looked like a beggar appeared quietly. He seemed to dislike Li Baiyi. He looked at the latter from a distance, but he couldn't take Li Baiyi seriously.
Then...
One after another, they appeared on the Desolate Clan’s defense line.
They all descended like dragons.
"Qi Chunshan, the counselor of the Wind Department, wants to meet the master of the palace?"
An old voice sounded in the void, and a minister who supported the dragon came quickly carrying the frail old man on his back.
Li Baiyi's eyes narrowed, and he trotted over to greet him. Looking at the old man who was full of deep and shallow ravines and covered with traces of time, his face showed rare excitement: "Grandpa Qi... you... you are still there..."
"How could I die without seeing the return of the Ming Cult? I have been waiting for this day since the day Master Yi Feng disappeared!"
"I didn't expect that it would take more than a thousand years to wait!"
Qi Chunshan said sadly.
"Hmph, Qi Bastard...what are you pretending to be? It's not a problem for you to live for another ten thousand years with your turtle bastard martial spirit. It's as if you're going to die. Just keep on acting!"
At this moment, a crisp sound sounded in the void.
I saw a young man riding a yellow dragon through the sky, and the moment he fell, the yellow dragon beneath him turned into a big yellow dog.
Seeing the young man who suddenly appeared, Qi Chunshan jumped down from Fulongzhichen. He bent over and looked at the energetic young man, and suddenly cursed:
"Xue Tang, you idiot, didn't you die back then? I've been digging for you among the dead for three whole months, and you're still fucking alive, and you didn't even know you were here to see me die!"
"I'll give it to you, uncle!"
Xue Tang, who looked like a young man, spat hard, then looked at Li Baiyi and said with a smile: "You are almost old... Look, I am still young!"
"Uncle Xue...you haven't changed and grown up in the past thousand years. Have you found a wife?"
Li Baiyi asked.
Xue Tang suddenly became furious, picked up the big yellow dog at his feet and threw it towards Li Baiyi.
"Keng!"
At this moment, a battle flag shot straight down from the sky and the earth, and was nailed directly to the top of Tianshen Pass with a clang.
The battle flag is as red as blood, with a blue dragon painted on it, and the sun and moon hanging on the left and right!
——Sun and Moon Splendid Dragon Banner.
I saw a man suddenly falling from the sky and standing gracefully on the top of the battle flag. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the battlefield where the victims were outside the gods. His voice was bleak, and he seemed to express endless pent-up emotions:
"I...Rong Chuanhan, the Holy Emperor of the Military Department of Zuojiaming Sect's Shence Mansion...is back! Back to this battlefield I was once familiar with!"
There was a snap.
Before the sudden appearance of Rong Chuanhan finished speaking, he was kicked off the Tianshen Pass by Xue Tang, "Let you show off!"
Li Baiyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, taking a deep breath, feeling that thousands of emotions were brewing in his heart.
Back.
They are back.
The feeling of loss that had lasted for thousands of years seemed to be released at this moment.
Gradually...
On the Tianshenguan Huang clan’s defense line, one figure after another appeared.
A dying old man.
A proud middle-aged man.
A hunched-over man with a staff.
Woman with veil.
A swordsman carrying a long sword.
…
The entire Huang Clan's defense line suddenly became lively. It was so lively that whether it was the Xingtian Temple next to it, the Yubei Division in the distance, or the Tianji Pavilion.
All have to pay attention.
There weren't many of them at Tianshen Pass, just a few dozen.
But they are a group of old thieves who have lived for thousands of years.
Di Tianshu turned his head and looked at the Desolate Clan's defense line, his expression silent, and there seemed to be a cold and gloomy look in the depths of his eyes.
This is not only true for Emperor Tianshu, but also for the commanders and counselors of the four ancient clans.
A thousand years...
The image of the restoration of Zuojiaming Cult is becoming more and more important.
Looking at the people coming one after another, Li Baiyi had a long-lost smile on his face, laughing like a child.
In just half a day... the command master of the Xuanbu of the Shence Mansion, the strategist of the Fengbu, and the Holy Emperor of the Military all appeared!
Except for those who have been buried in the loess, there are many.
Without too many questions, everyone entered the state...
In the war hall, dozens of commentators began to write hexagrams and commentate on orders. Under the leadership of Li Baiyi, they deduced the existence of Emperor Zhenyuan and Mirror Spirit Evil God.
Everyone in the Fengbu directly opened the topographic map of Tianshen Pass and inserted the flags marking each camp one by one.
The Holy Emperors of the Ministry of War have already left the defense line of the Desolate Clan, wandering between heaven and earth, waiting for Li Baiyi's orders...