In the Qinglong Mountains, the mountains and rivers stretching for hundreds of miles are all shrouded in eight ancient light pillars.
The astonishing aura filled the entire world, and the tyrannical pressure made all warriors under the Tianyuan realm tremble with fear.
However, outside the eight pillars of light, there were one hundred and eight red flags. The flags were torn in the wind, forming a terrifying formation that blocked a hundred miles of territory.
Lin Huang looked at the 108-pole flag and frowned slightly.
On every flag facing the wind, there is a huge "Xue" character, which looks very domineering. It is not a grand formation in the conventional sense, but a Feng Shui grand formation.
The formation of Feng Shui anchored the entire territory in this vast space.
"Xue Shenji?"
Lin Huang murmured to himself and said speculatively.
He had met Xue Shenji twice and knew that the latter was from a large domain. His means were far beyond those of people in the Eastern Spirit Realm. Even Qin Xuance might not be able to lay out such an amazing Feng Shui formation.
Thinking of this, Lin Huang couldn't help but have some thoughts.
He learned from Ye Hongxiu that the latter had the King of Wu Pill in his hand, a treasure pill that could break through the two realms even if he was in the realm of Marquis of Wu.
Not only that, Xue Shenji also had earth-level martial arts in his hands.
And he and Xue Shenji were already locked in a fight to the death. If they could pull off some robbery...
Afterwards, Lin Huang and others headed towards the Dragon Locking Land.
In less than half an hour, the three of them saw an astonishing scene.
More than ten miles ahead, there is a deep mountain col, surrounded by more than twenty mountain tops. And in the center of the mountain col, there is a bulge.
The raised shape resembles a dormant black dragon in the mountains.
The mountains are surrounded by golden light, shining all over the sky. The glorious and ancient aura pours out from them, like the roar of a giant beast.
And around the mountains, eight beams of light are connected, like eight terrifying chains, forming a terrifying seal formation, guarding the mountains, or sealing them.
The place where dragons are locked!
Everyone's eyes were focused, and they saw that the Canglong Mountain was constantly vibrating, as if it was about to fly into the sky, and the mighty dragon roar came from within, which was enough to penetrate gold and crack rocks.
Feeling the ancient aura in the void, Lin Huang's energy and blood surged, and he was somewhat unable to resist the power of the dragon's roar.
The hills surrounding the Dragon Locking Land were covered with tents of various sizes.
Outside every tent, there was a big flying flag.
Tianleizong!
Wind and Rain Tower!
Qianyin Valley!
…
More than twenty of the top forces in the Eastern Spirit Realm have set up camp here, waiting for the demise of the eight beams of light and the emergence of the dragon veins.
Lin Huang glanced over, and then his eyes fell on the two mountains.
Xuanyuan.
Snow Palace.
The hills of the two major forces are close to each other, making them inconspicuous among the many forces.
However, the word Xuanyuan on the Yin Yin Bi Blood Flag seemed to have infinitely frightening power, causing countless warriors here to stop.
Xuanyuan Mansion has been dormant for several years. Will it finally take action this time?
Then, the three people jumped up and headed towards the Piaoxue Palace.
"Why are you here?"
The leader of Piaoxue Palace here is Nan Yunlie. This strange old man looked at the three people who suddenly appeared, and was inevitably a little surprised. Then his face fell, and he continued:
"The battle for Dragon Vein involves a contest between Wu Hous. Do you know how dangerous this place is?"
"Not to mention the more than twenty top forces here, even if scattered warriors gather together, no one can compete. Are you here to cause chaos?"
Looking at the latter's angry beard and hair flying, Lin Huang smiled and said: "Let's just show it, Elder Nan doesn't need to pay attention to us!"
Nan Yunlie snorted heavily and stared at Lin Huang sideways. Only a ghost would believe what he said.
"I wonder who this senior is?"
Lin Huang moved his eyes and landed on a withered old man in the hall. There was a hint of fear in the depths of his dark eyes.
The old man was wearing a snow robe and looked haggard. Even though his aura was restrained, he still gave Lin Huang the feeling of being in an abyss.
"I'm a close friend!"
Before Nan Yunlie could introduce him, the old man opened his eyes and looked at Lin Huang, his voice still hoarse.
In the camp, Lin Huang and others all had frozen expressions.
Yan Zhijia, the master of Piaoxue Palace three generations before Piaoxue Palace. He was a genuine and powerful Wuhou who had not appeared in the world for more than 20 years.
I didn't expect to appear here now.
"Don't be surprised!"
Yan Zhijiao's eyes turned to Lin Huang and the other three, and a peaceful smile appeared on his withered face, "The reason why the four major sects stand in the Eastern Spirit Realm is the foundation they contain. I am just a few warriors from Piaoxue Palace.
Just one of the marquises. Now that Dragon Vein has appeared, the other three major sects also have Wuhou born!"
"I've seen Mr. Yan!"
Only at this moment did Lin Huang react and bowed to the latter.
"Since you have come to the Dragon Locking Land, let's take a good look. But you must be cautious. There are hundreds of Wuhou here. Don't be arrogant and risk your life!"
Yan Zhi pointed at Lin Huang with a calm expression. Although he was warning, he was not reprimanding.
Lin Huang smiled and nodded.
"Elder Nan, I wonder how long it will take for this dragon-locking land to be opened?"
Lin Huang asked.
Nan Yunlie suddenly frowned and shook his head, "It's hard to say. In three months, more than a hundred formation masters and more than sixty command masters gathered here, including many Feng Shui masters. However,
So far they have only broken the outer seal."
"And only when all the eight light beams of the inner seal dissipate, will the Dragon Locking Land be opened!"
"Maybe tomorrow, or maybe as long as several months!"
Nan Yunlie frowned.
Lin Huang's expression calmed down, and he raised his eyes to look at the top of the mountain in Xuanyuan Mansion. Then he moved his eyes and landed on a mountaintop far away.
There was no flag on that mountain, but there was a bloody tent, which looked very gloomy.
Along the way, Lin Huang had already heard that in the bloody tent were the people from the Blood Spirit Palace...
After staying at the top of Piaoxue Palace for less than half an hour, Lin Huang headed towards the top of Xuanyuan Mansion.
On the top of the mountain, there was dense iron armor. Every soldier held a bloody spear in his hand and looked solemn. Three encirclements were formed inside and outside, guarding a snow-white tent.
"Who is coming?"
On the top of the mountain, the voice of domineering scolding rang out.
The moment Lin Huang appeared, he felt the iron-blooded killing energy surge, like the water of the vast sea, suppressing him to the point where it was difficult to breathe.
Xuanyuan Mansion, Xuanzi Camp.
"In the deserted forest of the palace with falling snow, meet Qin Xuance!"
Lin Huang said with a smile. Facing the largest group of soldiers in the Eastern Spirit Realm, he did not dare to show any slightness. Not to mention that the leaders of the Four Character Battalion were all in the Wuhou realm. Even the soldiers in front of him, Lin Huang
Don't dare to underestimate it.
Lin Huang was still a little frightened by the people who dared to blow themselves up without saying a word!
Not long after, a fiery figure walked out of the tent of Xuanyuan Mansion. The red robe was flying in the sky, like a boiling flame.
"Boy, why did you come to this muddy water?"
The red-robed figure smiled, with a smile evident in his deep eyes.
"Meet the teacher!"
Lin Huang smiled, and the person speaking was none other than Xuanyuan Mansion's staff formation master Murong Fen. The latter had rushed to the Dragon Locking Land after Lin Cangxue's Nirvana.
"It's really life-threatening!"
Murong Fen shook his head, "I just fought a big war between four sects and ten dynasties, escaped hundreds of Tianyuan's pursuit, and dared to come to the Dragon Locking Land. I really thought I was a thousand-year-old bastard who couldn't die, right?"
Well……
Lin Huang scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
This metaphor...
A ding sound.
At this moment, a piano sound suddenly sounded in the snow-white tent behind the two of them.
The two of them turned their heads and saw Qin Xuance, dressed in white and as graceful as jade, holding a guqin in his arms, staring coldly at Lin Huang. In his dark eyes, there was a long-awaited light...