At the gambling table at the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall in Da Feng, Lin Huang was stunned for a moment.
"Let's go!"
Lin Huang took the instant knife and was about to leave.
"You still owe us nine lives!"
Someone from behind started shouting.
"When you need me, just call me and I'll come over!"
Lin Huang dragged Xiaopang Bai, who was unwilling to get off the gambling table, and forced him to leave the place.
This group of people...does everything serious every day.
Gambling money on the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall? I’m afraid there’s something wrong with your brain!
Lin Huang took out his clothes and put them on himself... But I was able to control my heart and didn't fall into this trap.
With that said, Lin Huang and Bai Xiaopang disappeared.
"Sect Master, these two people are gone, you come and take over!"
On the Great Wall, someone spoke.
However, Shen Baiyue waved her hand to express her refusal. He looked at the two people leaving in the distance with a sigh in his eyes.
Then he was carried onto the gambling table by a group of people.
"Old Lin, why are you leaving! I can make a comeback in the next round. I have been in control of the Great Xia Dynasty for more than ten years. I am proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. There has never been such a shameful time!"
Bai Xiaopang reluctantly followed Lin Huang.
"If you bet again, you won't even have a wife!"
Obviously, Lin Huang lost worse than Bai Xiaopang.
"Didn't I have none in the first place?"
Bai Xiaopang said speechlessly.
Lin Huang ignored him at all and continued walking along the ancient Great Wall...
Although he wasted a few days, Lin Huang seemed to be much younger.
It seems that since the battle in the Snowy Region and the rebirth of the Great Xia Dynasty, he has never been so unbridled. The world is nothing more than this.
Rarely decadent!
"Old Lin... wherever we are going now, if there is no place to go, let's go back. You see, these people are like puppies and can easily be killed by the evil tribe. If we stay there, we can protect their lives!"
Little Fatty Bai still misses her.
Lin Huang did not answer the latter, his eyes gradually deepened.
The evil tribe invaded, and the Cangqiong Continent changed day by day.
In just a few days, earth-shaking changes can occur.
And there is not much time left for him.
…
Sky Continent.
After the quasi-emperor of the Xuantian Divine Clan died in battle, the situation suddenly became intense.
Although the human warriors began to rush towards the place invaded by the evil clan, it could be said that the whole clan was in an uproar. However, the evil clan... also became more active than before.
Even the evil tribe outside Zhantian City and in the endless icebergs of Xuanwu God's Domain are still standing still.
But as soon as it moved, it would be an extremely fierce war.
But in other places, there was smoke billowing. In nearly one-third of the places, a war broke out!
Under the monstrous smoke, the human race was powerful, but it was much weaker than the evil race, making it difficult to compete with the evil race.
In the war-torn places everywhere, blood surged, and corpses began to pile up.
The evil tribe has broken through the defense line outside the White Tiger God's Domain, crossed the Tianshen Pass, and is approaching the Feng Qingtian Ancient Great Wall three million miles away.
In the Qinglong Divine Realm, the evil tribe had broken through the defenses of the ancient Great Wall three times, but was blocked back by the humans each time.
But the price is the corpses of human beings, piled up like mountains under the ancient Great Wall of Feng Qingtian!
At this moment, on the battlefield of blood-soaked corpses, figures appeared in the eyes of the human warriors.
In the north of the mainland, in Zhuxian City, which is 300,000 miles away from Zhantian City, a young man in linen clothes and bare feet, holding a spear, sat on the towering city wall.
He was covered in blood and had hideous scars on his face. He looked down at the evil tribe's camp outside Zhuxian City with an expression like an eternal iceberg.
Next to the young man in Mai, there was also a young man holding a gun.
Behind the two men, there are three thousand white-clothed troops, ready to fight and defend Zhuxian City to the death!
…
In the south of the continent, there was a young man, holding a mahogany sword. He was dark-skinned and dull by nature, and he walked inconspicuously on the blood-stained battlefield.
Around the boy, the evil and human armies collided with each other.
Blood is like rain.
Bodies exploded.
Countless screams and roars could be heard.
As for the young man, he was as quiet as ever. He waved the mahogany sword in his hand lightly, and was surrounded by sword swords. A strong man from the Saint King Realm of the Evil Clan rushed towards him, and he was directly hit to death by the swords.
An evil clan Saint King Realm powerhouse is coming to kill you.
The young man fired seventeen swords in a row and chopped off the evil emperor's head.
He was still moving forward on the Shura battlefield, not in a hurry, but killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace behind for thousands of miles!
…
Cangqiong Continent, Song Family!
The storm was about to come and the mountains and rivers were in turmoil. However, all the disciples of the Song family returned under the order of the patriarch!
Song Hanshan, who is wearing a snow-white mink fur and has entered the realm of the Holy King twice, has been sitting in the Song Family Shenwu Hall for more than thirty days!
In the main hall, there are loud sounds every day, the sound of the ruler, the sound of the Master, and the sound of three thousand students reciting... Among the vast and vast sounds, there are the sounds of Jian Jia and Cang Cang.
There is a soul coming back.
There is Bei Ming and there are fish.
There is rise and fall and people suffer.
There are those who only respect Confucianism.
There are thousands of troops and horses avoiding the white robe.
There are those who steal the country.
There are heroes regardless of where they come from.
We will grow old together in this life.
…
Song Hanshan had only been in charge of the Shenwu Hall for three days, but he was already unable to suppress the awe-inspiring aura in the hall. The awe-inspiring light rose into the sky, illuminating an area of 100,000 miles.
…
On the mainland, the Xingtian Temple has disappeared!
A woman in red walked gently into a village under the setting sun and looked at the inconspicuous old men at the beginning and end of the village.
They bowed and passed one by one.
Finally, the woman in red walked to the ancestral hall, kowtowed three times, and took off the mask that symbolized the thirteen dragon-slaying heads of the Ming Cult.
The mask was ferocious, slowly covering the woman's snow-white face.
Like a female Rakshasa!
Half a day later... the three thousand evil tribes in Moye City in the Qinglong Divine Realm were slaughtered by a female Rakshasa!
…
The sun rises and the moon sets.
Time flies.
In just one month, Cangqiong Continent has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Evil tribe invades.
There are warriors from the race who die generously.
There are human geniuses who rise up amidst blood and adversity, gradually showing their leadership.
Everything can change in a day.
But all over the mainland, there are always two figures flashing up.
They come down like gods from heaven.
After taking away a quasi-emperor's head, it disappeared like a white rainbow piercing the sun...
Lin Huang!
This name once again appeared in the ears of Cangqiong Continent warriors. The young man who could only suppress the four young emperors in Zhongzhou was now able to kill the quasi-emperors!
One sword cuts across a million miles, and one slash cuts a thousand miles to take the head!
Days like this...
one day.
Three days.
seven days.
Half a month.
…
Until a month later!
Lin Huang raised his head and looked north at the Xuanwu God Realm, "The defense line of the Xuanwu God Realm has been broken through!"
Um?
Bai Xiaopan was stunned for a moment, he didn't feel it.
"Has the Great Emperor appeared?"
Bai Xiaopang asked.
Lin Huang shook his head, and his hoarse voice revealed a trace of uncontrollable fighting blood, "The real fighting has begun!"
"Let's go and kill the beast?"
Bai Xiaopang said.
At this moment...the void shook.
Under the Cangqiong Continent, the figure of the God Clan Emperor Cangtian once again appeared...