Time is like running water, passing by in a hurry without even noticing.
In just a few days, the battle for the top position in Piaoxue Palace has already entered the battle of the top sixteen, and the top ten inner disciples are about to be born.
Lu Han held Axiu's golden gun in his hand and slowly stepped into Xuanyuan Mansion.
In the Forbidden Land of Piaoxue, Lin Huang was dressed in bloody clothes, holding a demon-suppressing knife, and left the Demon Beast Prison with scars all over his body.
Behind him were the corpses of monster beasts, tens of thousands of them, stacked enough to form a small mountain.
The void is filled with the smell of blood.
Lin Huang looked up at the space in front of him where vitality was raging, raised his eyebrows, straightened his messy black hair, and stepped in.
…
At this time, a great hall appeared among the vast mountains.
The main hall is bright red in color and is located on the top of the mountains. It looks like a huge and ferocious beast crawling on its belly, peeping at the land of Dongling with its fangs and claws. It is intimidating to people.
Outside the main hall, countless bloody robes stood still, and a cold aura emanated, covering the entire towering mountain like a curtain of rain, giving the entire mountain a murderous aura.
At this moment, a young man in blue shirt stepped into the huge bloody palace with a compass in hand.
There is nothing in the huge hall. There are only a few huge pillars supporting the entire hall. The huge pillars are engraved with crow patterns, and the blood-red figures reveal endless murderous intent.
Above the main hall is the Blood Crow Throne.
On the throne, there was a ball of blood squirming.
"Are you Mr. Shen Ji?"
A cold aura suddenly emerged from the blood. Even though it had no form, it sent shivers down the spine of Mr. Shenji, feeling like a pair of terrifying eyes were peering at him in the dark.
"nature!"
Master Shenji waved his sleeves, with a slightly proud smile on his handsome face, and said: "I wonder which prince in the Blood Spirit Palace you are?"
"Jie Jie Jie... Since Mr. Shen Ji is very knowledgeable and proficient in celestial phenomena and destiny, don't you know who I am?"
A terrifying laughter came from the blood.
But Master Shenji smiled conceitedly, "There are four major Blood Marquis in the Blood Spirit Palace, among which the Blood Marquis has been destroyed. So the one who appears at this moment is naturally the weakest Blood Marquis among the other three Wu Marquis!"
The blood surged rapidly, and then suddenly headed towards Master Shenji...
Master Shenji smiled with his hands behind his back and did not dodge.
When the blood pierced Master Shenji's eyebrows, he stopped instantly and was suspended in the void. A sharp voice came from inside: "You are really a sharp-tongued boy. I don't know if the compass in your hand is yours."
Do you have a good mouth?"
“You’ll know once you try it!”
Master Shenji smiled coldly, and continued: "I can help you find the Dongling Dragon Vein, and even help you find several other imprisonments that seal the Yin and Yang Valley!"
"Tell me your purpose!"
The Blood Spirit Marquis chuckled.
"There is a relic in the Eastern Spirit Realm, I need to get it!"
Master Shenji said bluntly.
"Relic? What is that?"
The Blood Spirit Marquis asked doubtfully.
"You don't have to worry about anything. It's just that after I find the relic, the Blood Spirit Palace must help me get it," Master Shenji sneered.
In the void, the mass of blood was no longer flowing, as if it was thinking.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the voice of Blood Linghou came from the bloody water: "I have doubts about this condition. If you want me to agree to it, it's easy. Find the dragon vein first!"
"As long as you find the dragon vein, I will believe in your ability. Otherwise..."
"make a deal!"
Master Shenji smiled slightly, with strong confidence on his face. The compass in his hand began to emit a mysterious light, and then said: "It is said that you have an ancient scroll of mountains and rivers, which can be handed over to me!"
"That ancient mountain and river scroll may not be true!"
Blood Spirit Hou Dao.
Master Shenji smiled proudly, "Even if it is fake, it still has its value! As long as I, Xue Shenji, am here, it will be easy to cut off the imprisonment of Yin Yang Valley!"
…
Xuanyuan Mansion!
Qin Xuance sat cross-legged in the courtyard, looking at the three radiant compasses in front of him, and then looked up at the stars in the night sky, his eyebrows slightly condensed, and then he chuckled.
"How dare you disturb the stars in the Eastern Spiritual Realm? I wonder what you are capable of, against our own Qin Xuance!"
After saying this, Qin Xuance made a gesture of control, turning the three compasses suspended in mid-air in front of him. While the white clothes were flying, a frivolous and domineering aura of a scholar filled the air.
…
In the forbidden land of falling snow, Lin Huang has been sitting cross-legged in the Vitality Prison for six days.
After six days of struggle, the restless vitality in Lin Huang's body finally calmed down. The young man waved his palms and felt the rich vitality in the void, looking slightly disappointed.
When entering the vitality prison, the surrounding vitality rushes into the body crazily, causing the vitality in the body to plunder like wild beasts.
Coupled with Lin Huang's illusory state, the vitality in his body became increasingly manic, almost treating Lin Huang's body as a fighting arena.
Fortunately, at the last moment, the Heavenly Shura inside his body let out a roar, and the evil energy inside swept out of the Xuanhai, and he was able to suppress the raging vitality inside his body.
To Lin Huang's disappointment, he entered Baoshan and returned empty-handed.
If he enters here in good condition and his realm is not empty, he can definitely use the Yuan Qi Prison to attack the two small heavens.
But the maximum he can achieve now is to stabilize the realm of the seventh heaven of the earth.
It is impossible to go further.
Thinking of this, Lin Huang sighed in his heart and realized that he had missed the realm of the third heaven.
Xuanling Pill has the effect of breaking through the two realms.
At that time, Lin Huang was chased by the Blood-clothed Marquis and had to break through the realm of life and death. As a result, most of the power of the Xuanling Pill was wasted, and he only broke through the first level of heaven.
It also caused one’s own realm to be inflated.
When entering the Yuanqi Prison in the Snow Forbidden Land, as long as you can withstand the pain of the Yuanqi being plundered, you can enter the second heaven again.
Lin Huang, however, was unable to break through because of his illusory realm, so he could only stabilize his current realm.
Calculated in this way, the realm of the third heaven has been wasted by Lin Huang.
"Why……"
Lin Huang sighed and shook his head, stood up and walked towards the Martial Arts Prison.
When entering the martial arts prison, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and Lin Huang entered a martial arts space.
In the space, the momentum is like a mountain, like a river, like thunder, like a river sea, the waves are magnificent and boundless.
Lin Huang opened his eyes and saw that the surrounding void was full of sword light, covered with knife marks, long arrows chasing souls ten miles away, fist marks covering the rocks, and snowflakes falling all over the sky.
"This is……"
Lin Huang was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that the Martial Arts Prison was not as dangerous as he had imagined, or even not at all.
The sword light, knife marks, arrow shadows, and fist marks in this space are all for warriors to gain insights.
Martial arts prison is a place where you can learn martial arts.
In this space, Lin Huang felt his dominance.
Just when Lin Huang was overjoyed, an old voice suddenly sounded in the space, "Only by fully understanding a martial art can one escape from the prison of martial arts."
Lin Huang was stunned for a moment, then smiled. Although he was not a genius like Lin Cangxue, it was not too difficult for him to master a martial art.
When Lin Huang sat down cross-legged, the surrounding environment changed again. The previous sword light, fist shadow and many other martial arts disappeared...
There are only two martial arts left:
In the sky where the snow was falling, an overlord came down from the mountain, sweeping across the world and taking control of half of the world.
And on the other half of the country, there is an emperor, with feet on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, with the sword of kingship hanging on his waist, ruling the world with his hands behind his back!
Dominance!
King picture!
Lin Huang's eyes narrowed, and he instantly recognized the martial arts represented by the two figures, one for hegemony and the other for king's plan.
Together they will become King Tu’s hegemony!
As for martial arts dominance, Lin Huang had already practiced it.
As for Wang Tu, Lin Huang had seen the Mo brothers use it before.
It's just that Wangtu Hegemony cannot be integrated into one body for cultivation, otherwise the collision of two completely different auras will kill a strong man in the Wuhou realm.
Now that Lin Huang has practiced hegemony, he can no longer practice Wangtu.
Thinking of this, Lin Huang smiled slightly. This martial law prison could no longer trap him, because... he had already reached the halfway point of understanding the hegemony.
In the illusory martial arts prison, Lin Huang held the demon-suppressing knife in his hand, and the hegemony came out with a slash.
In the martial arts prison, the sharp light of the sword flashed, accompanied by the roaring sound, like an overlord descending from the mountain, killing everyone in all directions.
Um?
However, there was no change in the martial law prison after one strike, and the hegemony that was cut out was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves.
"Hegemony can't split the martial law prison?"
Lin Huang gradually furrowed his brows, looking at the Overlord and the Emperor in the heavy snow. His mind was spinning, and finally his eyes fell on the Emperor, and he murmured:
"Could it be that we still need to understand Wang Tu?"