In the sky above Qingtian Wu Mansion, not long after Lin Huang appeared, a powerful aura suddenly rose from below.
"Forbidden land of the Gods, stop anyone who comes!"
The leader was a white-haired old man. The man was dressed in divine clothing and holding a thunder-patterned scepter. His eyes fell on Lin Huang, with a hint of pride and indifference in his eyes.
"Qingtian Martial Palace...when did it become a forbidden area for the gods!"
Lin Huang looked down at the powerful men of the Xuantian God Clan in front of him, with a cold smile on his lips.
"presumptuous!"
The old man said angrily, "This place is where the gate to the plane is. Our God Clan has been guarding the gate to the plane for several years. Normal people are not allowed to approach, and those who violate it will be killed without mercy!"
"oh!"
Lin Huang said indifferently, then rolled up his sleeves and robe, and the breath in his body suddenly came out overwhelmingly.
"The peak of the Holy King?!"
The old man was obviously taken aback, his expression became serious, and then he ordered everyone: "Set up the formation!"
The next moment, the seven people in the void showed their horns and surrounded Lin Huang. Their auras were unified, and they had a power comparable to the realm of the Holy Emperor.
Lin Huang sneered, and then took action boldly.
In just a breath, the old man holding the thunder-marked staff was lifted up by Lin Huang, and the formation formed by everyone also broke invisibly and instantly.
"A mere holy king also wants to surround and kill me!"
Lin Huang's eyes were as cold as snow-capped mountains. With a wave of his arm, the old man was thrown directly into the void by Lin Huang, and an abyss was created below.
Lin Huang frowned and looked at the six holy kings of the Xuantian Divine Clan in the void.
"I hope you will protect the gate of the plane and I won't kill you!"
Lin Huang's voice was cold, and as soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was like a rainbow, swooping down from the sky.
The next moment, Lin Huang appeared in the spiritual cliff in the back mountain of Qingtianwu Mansion. He felt the mysterious auras coming out from all around and ignored them.
Not long after, Lin Huang went all the way down the Spiritual Qi Cliff and appeared in the former giant sea of lava.
Lin Huang did not stay longer in the sea of lava. He was like a ship in the sea of blood, heading towards the volcano at the end of the sea of lava.
He wanted to see the leader of the Suzaku Tribe, Luo Bingxin, who had been trapped in a cocoon in the volcano for thousands of years.
As Lin Huang continued to approach the volcano, he could feel an extremely powerful aura hindering his progress.
The obstructing aura not only comes from the extremely ancient sea of fire, but also comes from the mysterious and powerful aura in the volcano.
Until finally, the vitality shield around Lin Huang began to melt.
In the fiery lava, Lin Huang's long sleeves were flying, and his whole body was shining with the light of a snow-white body. He walked on the lava, moving forward ten miles at a time.
"call……"
It wasn't until half a day later that he breathed a long sigh of relief, and what came out of his mouth was fire.
In front of him, a huge volcano appeared.
The volcano that emerges from the giant sea is more than 3,000 feet tall. It is unknown how majestic the mountain buried in the giant sea of lava is.
At the top of the volcano, lava is constantly flowing out, forming thousands of flowing ravines on the mountain. At a glance, it looks like a bloody magic mountain in ancient times.
Black smoke rises from the volcano, forming an ancient haze, which is pregnant with thunder and lightning. The crackling light and breath give Lin Huang a feeling of palpitations.
Keng...
clang clang......
There were countless loud sounds in the volcano. Just the sound of the surging air inside was like the beating of countless war drums.
In addition, there is the sonorous voice of Suzaku.
That voice was full of pain, but also full of unyielding and tenacity.
Lin Huang took a deep breath, then suddenly lifted up and flew towards the volcano.
boom……
When Lin Huang stood at the entrance of the volcano, a terrifying torrent of magma rushed out. The oncoming breath burned even the void.
Lin Huang gathered his energy around his body and punched out suddenly, directly knocking the magma away.
Looking at the raging fire in the volcano, Lin Huang frowned slightly. In the raging sea of fire, he could vaguely see a huge shadow of the Suzaku god below.
Lin Huang's whole body was surrounded by snow-white flames to resist the terrifying aura in the volcano, and he went down step by step, deep into the volcano.
boom!
Suddenly, a flaming spear shot toward Lin Huang.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, and held the flaming spear directly in the palm of his hand. His voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the volcano:
"Junior Lin Huang, who studied under Xiao Yishan, came to pay homage to the leader of the Suzaku Tribe, senior Luo Bingxin!"
Below, the sea of fire surged and rolled, but no breath emerged.
Lin Huang slashed out with a palm, and the vast wind from his palm condensed into the three knives of Abi Dao in the void, heading towards the sea of fire.
The sea of fire roared, instantly annihilating Lin Huang's life and death skills.
Immediately, a tunnel appeared in the sea of fire, leading to the bottom of the volcano.
Lin Huang let out a gentle breath, and his figure surged past. Within a moment, he appeared in the world of fire at the bottom of the volcano.
As soon as he stepped into that world, Lin Huang saw a huge Suzaku figure floating in the golden flames at one end of the sea of fire.
The Suzaku's flesh and blood has now been eliminated, leaving only its skeleton. The skeleton is also mottled with cracks, and golden flames are flowing on it, as if it is healing with the help of that golden sea of fire.
Under the huge Suzaku figure, a woman was sitting cross-legged.
The woman was dressed in white, with icy muscles and jade bones, and a pretty face. She looked to be no more than thirty years old. In the sea of fire, she gave people a sense of tranquility and coldness.
However, the woman's face was unusually pale.
Lin Huang focused his gaze and found that the aura around the woman was very disordered, and she seemed to be seriously injured.
Lin Huang was slightly shocked. Luo Bingxin had disappeared since a thousand years ago.
She thought she was being healed in the lava of this volcano, but a thousand years later, the latter's injuries are still so serious. What kind of disaster did she suffer back then?
The unfamiliar aura she felt appeared, and the woman in white who was sitting cross-legged slowly opened her eyes.
"You know how to use the three swords of Abi Dao... to live forever?"
The woman's voice was cold and she looked at Lin Huang calmly.
"Senior brother... he ascended to the throne not long ago and ended his reign!"
Lin Huang's voice seemed a little suppressed, and he continued: "Master is now in the Wolf Juxu Divine Domain!"
The woman frowned slightly.
"You have the aura of the Buddha's relics!"
The woman continued.
Lin Huang nodded and said nothing more.
"Why are you here?"
The woman's eyes fell on Lin Huang, looking at the latter carefully, "You also have the aura of the Phoenix clan... are you doing it to get my Suzaku inheritance, or for the Suzaku Burning Heaven Scripture!"
"also?"
Lin Huang frowned slightly, with some doubts in his eyes.
However, Luo Bingxin did not reply at all.
Lin Huang walked up to Luo Bingxin and sat down cross-legged, "I have met Xue Tianjun, the leader of the Vermilion Bird Tribe. I have seen the remnant soul of the leader of the Qinglong Tribe in the Western Heaven Buddha Kingdom. I have met Lu Lu in the Qingtian Martial Mansion in the outside world with the volcano above my head.
The remains of Master Shenzhou!”
"As I said before, I came here just to take a look at Aunt Luo!"
When Lin Huang talked about Xue Tianjun and others, Luo Bingxin's cold expression suddenly fluctuated violently...