If this is really the case...who do you think you are?
Whose fate is it for me? Qin Changsheng or Xiao Yishan?
Lin Huang moved his sleeves and said nothing for a while...
Then he smiled, what can fate do? It is just a shackle that binds the warrior. If the shackle is broken, it will be broken!
If you are afraid, you will never be able to break free from the shackles.
In the raging sea of fire, Lin Huang asked Luo Bingxin a lot of things... and the latter also said a lot of things...
For example, Qin Changsheng ran down to the Snowy Cottage alone, but got lost and returned to the Snowy Cottage in despair. Later, he met Xiaoxiao and stopped running away.
This is naturally not recorded in Qin Changsheng's notes.
And the woman Xiao Yishan liked back then...
And what happened when Zuo Jiaming taught Tuoba Fu.
The more we chat...
Lin Huang found more and more that Li Baiyi was showing off every day and was of no use. On the contrary, Luo Bingxin knew everything about the Zuojia Ming Cult.
"Aunt Luo...it's time for me to go!"
After a long time, Lin Huang finally stood up and couldn't help but speak.
The aura in his body had begun to become uncontrollable.
Luo Bingxin's expression condensed. He glanced at Lin Huang and said silently: "Let's go... keep walking..."
Lin Huang nodded.
"However, the world behind the plane gate is extremely dangerous, so be careful!"
Luo Bing thought.
"Aunt Luo knows where I'm going?"
Lin Huang frowned.
Luo Bingxin smiled, "Brother Xiao's realm is actually not that high. However, the long river of time he is walking backward is not the long river of time in the Cangqiong Continent, but the long river of time in the original world of the human race!"
Lin Huang knew it in his heart.
Afterwards, Lin Huang bowed to Luo Bingxin and left quietly.
In the sea of fire, Luo Bingxin looked at the departing figure and sighed quietly...
She silently closed her eyes and once again fell into the practice of countless years.
"I wonder which senior is protecting me all the time?"
After leaving the volcano, Lin Huang suddenly spoke.
But almost breathing, the void fluctuated, and a figure slowly walked out.
"Thirteen kills of Mingjiao, the fourth generation dragon leader Zhao Changgeng!"
It was an extremely mysterious figure, shrouded in black robes. Lin Huang could not tell the latter's origin, nor could he tell the latter's age from his voice.
"I wonder when did this start, senior?"
Lin Huang asked.
However, the latter did not answer.
Lin Huang smiled, and saluted Zhao Changgeng, "Thank you, senior, for your continued protection and for taking the trouble!"
“But it’s over here!”
Lin Huang looked at the mysterious figure, "Next, I want to feel the real life and death. I want to see the world of the evil tribe! I want to find the path of my human race!"
"Step into the Fuso Realm from the gate of the plane and escape death!"
The second generation dragon leader Zhao Changgeng said silently.
"If I die, I believe that Lord Grim or Li Chunfeng will be able to rise up one day. Please tell Master Li Baiyi for me. If I don't die... when I return, I will ignite the Ming Cult as he wishes.
Flag of the Clouds!"
Lin Huang laughed.
"..."
Zhao Changgeng was silent for a long time.
Then, he bowed to Lin Huang and said, "Thirteen kills of the Ming Cult, waiting for the leader to return!"
Lin Huang waved and smiled, then turned and left.
After walking a few steps, Lin Huang suddenly turned around. He looked at the dark figure and said, "Little Fatty Bai, Situ Huangfen, Song Changling, etc. have not really risen yet. I hope you guys from Thirteen Killers will bother!"
"and……"
Lin Huang paused for a moment, "Senior brother should have found the new generation of Thirteen Dragon Killers before leaving. I believe Lord Chang Geng will easily know who she is!"
Zhao Changgeng nodded, "The Thirteen Killers have been dormant for thousands of years and will protect the Ming Cult to the death in the dark night before dawn!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, then suddenly plunged into the vast sea of magma.
Above the sea, Zhao Changgeng, the second generation leader of the Thirteen Killers, also disappeared immediately.
In the surging sea of lava, the forest wasteland sank all the way.
He still remembers that when he first entered here, he almost lost his life.
If Ji Sansheng hadn't appeared, he wouldn't even have ashes left.
Facing the vast sea of lava again, with snow-white flames swirling around him, Lin Huang was like a giant kun swimming in the sea. Within half an hour, Lin Huang saw the bronze earth riddled with holes in a sea of scarlet.
A clanging sound.
The forest wasteland fell on the bronze earth, and despite the surrounding lava surging like a violent storm, he walked on the bronze earth full of broken and traumatized clothes and long sleeves.
The bronze earth still has no end in sight.
It doesn't know how many years it has been here, suppressing the plane gate.
It's a pity that it is dilapidated, like a hero in his twilight years!
Lin Huang squatted outside the crack in the bronze earth and looked at the world under the earth... For a moment, he could feel the extremely heart-stopping breath coming towards his face.
Lin Huang's whole body was sweating.
He clapped his hands, then stood up and turned to look around.
I saw a few pairs of eyes staring at him in the raging sea of lava...
Lin Huang frowned, and then said: "Although you are from the Xuantian Divine Clan, you can guard the gate of the plane and protect the peace of our human race. I, Lin Huang, pay homage to you!"
"This is not where you should be!"
A mysterious voice sounded in the huge sea.
"So here I am!"
Lin Huang smiled. He rolled up his sleeves and robes, took out the Knana knife, and pressed it against the bronze earth. "I once heard that three thousand years ago, Emperor Ai of the Ming Dynasty had the emperor's sword hanging on his waist, and one person was holding a spear. He attacked the evil tribe from here.
world!"
"Therefore, Emperor Ming Ai's life can only be characterized by the word 'sorrow'!"
There was a voice in Lin Huang's ears.
"How magnificent it is that the emperor died in the country! Even though he suffered great sorrow throughout his life, he never thought of falling. He kept fighting until he died!"
Lin Huang drew out his hand and slashed again, and then said: "Please close the sealing formation, I want to go down and take a look!"
"If you want to die, we can't help you!"
In the huge sea, someone sneered, "However, you only have one breath; after one breath, the sealing formation will reopen!"
In front of Lin Huang, a figure finally walked out.
The figure looked a bit burly, but not as old as Lin Huang imagined. He looked at Lin Huang, and then said: "The Emperor of the Xuantian Divine Clan... Di Yansheng!"
Lin Huang nodded slightly, feeling that the person in front of him was considered a semi-good person from the Xuantian Divine Clan he had met.
Emperor Yansheng didn't talk nonsense. He held up his palm and a divine machine ball suddenly spun in the air. Hundreds of thousands of red rays were emitted from it and fell on the ancient bronze earth.
The next moment, the bronze earth creaked!
Two seals hidden in the bronze earth began to appear...