Lin Huang will never forget that figure in purple.
Liu Cangsheng!
Liu Cangsheng, the young master of Dongtian Divine Cult.
Qin Xuance had said before that a powerful person from the great domain or someone with an invincible destiny appeared in the Eastern Spiritual Realm. Lin Huang was prepared, but he never expected that it would be Liu Cangsheng.
His lifelong enemy!
At this moment, Liu Cangsheng stood on the giant's shoulders, bathed in the divine glory of half of the dragon's veins, like a young god.
Lin Huang lay in his cold body, his soul struggling to control his body, but it was like a fly shaking a tree.
"Is this fate..."
Lin Huang's soul sneered, full of unwillingness and resentment, and then headed towards Tian Shura.
When Liu Cansheng appears, he must come for Long Yuan.
How could he let Liu Cangsheng take action against Jun Qingcheng?
The soul buried alive in the body roared unwillingly. The power of the soul was like thousands of torrents, sinking into the heavenly Shura, vowing to fight against the curse of heaven until the last moment.
Boom.
Boom.
Between heaven and earth, giants move, and mountains and rivers tremble.
The light around Xuanyuan Wuxiang disappeared, and the figure formed by the condensed ray of residual soul was almost transparent. He raised his eyes and looked at the figure slowly approaching in the distance, his face full of regret.
He was only one step away from killing the three blood princes, but at the last moment, a young man with an invincible destiny scolded him away from the sky full of borrowed stars.
Thousands of people on and off the battlefield were all turning their heads to look at the giant coming like a mountain.
The three blood princes also gathered their bodies again, and looked at the edge of the battlefield with their bodies riddled with holes, with a look of surprise on their faces. No matter who it was, they all escaped disaster.
Otherwise, they would never be able to escape Xuanyuan Wuxiang's killing.
"Who are you and why are you disturbing my Eastern Spirit Realm?"
Xuanyuan Wuxiang was suspended in the void, and his calm voice was full of scolding.
On the giant body, the purple-clothed young man's Zhanzhan eyes swept over the crowd, his body slowly hung in the void, and his voice sounded like he was looking down on all living beings:
"Liu Cangsheng, the Son of God of the Great Realm!"
Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar among the crowd.
The word 'Great Domain' attracted everyone's attention like a demon, and 'Son of God' revealed the identity of the young man in purple. His words, gestures and gestures all conveyed a supreme grace.
"Liu Cangsheng?!"
On the top of the mountain, Jun Qingcheng whispered the words Liu Cangsheng, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the sword in his hand revealed a terrifying murderous intention... Someone once said that Liu Cangsheng is a bad person!
Over the battlefield, Liu Cangsheng swept across the crowd, and then his glance fell on Jun Qingcheng. His eyes couldn't help but light up, as if his heartstrings were stirred, and then he pointed at Jun Qingcheng and said:
"Hand over Long Yuan, and I promise you a lifetime of glory!"
Under the sky, Jun Qingcheng directly drew his sword and shot towards Liu Cangsheng.
"Marquis Wu?"
Looking at the girl in red who was about to kill him, Liu Cangsheng was a little confused. Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled. He kicked the giant slave who wanted to take action and said jokingly: "It's a little pepper, I like it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Cangsheng turned into an afterimage and headed towards Jun Qingcheng.
Boom.
In the void, two peerless figures collided, and countless sword energy filled the ten miles of void, causing endless sharp auras to appear in all directions.
Liu Cangsheng wore a sword and walked forward in the sky, looking at the cold-looking girl in red with a smile.
A bright moon appeared behind Jun Qingcheng, and a peerless fairy figure danced from under the bright moon. Its figure was like a dragon swimming in awe, and in a subtle way, it was the sword river that annihilated Liu Cansheng's body.
Um?
Liu Cangsheng was slightly stunned, and then he waved his hand to gather the Jianhe River again, without taking the girl in red in his eyes at all.
"The Forbidden Time!"
A faint voice sounded in the void.
When Liu Cangsheng's sword river condensed, the air froze, and then there was a peerless figure in red that swept towards Liu Cangsheng like a rainbow.
Bang.
Liu Cangsheng's expression changed slightly, and he took a hundred steps back. The hand holding the sword was still a little numb. At that moment, he actually felt a sense of danger.
"Who are you?"
Liu Cangsheng was suspended in the void, staring at Jun Qingcheng calmly.
Jun Qingcheng remained silent and killed Liu Cangsheng again.
"It's really a bit presumptuous. He's nothing more than a barbarian genius, and he dares to compete with this young master!"
Liu Cansheng chuckled softly, and as he waved his purple sleeves, a sword wheel appeared behind him. The sword wheel rotated and fired out countless flying swords, forming a vast sword net that enveloped Liu Cansheng.
Liu Cangsheng walked forward with his hands behind his back, wearing a sword net, looking at Jun Qingcheng who was attacking with one sword after another, with an elegant and calm smile on his face.
Keng Keng Keng Keng.
The network of hundreds of swords blocked all Jun Qingcheng's killing methods. It was like an indestructible strangulation formation, annihilating all attacks...
While Jun Qingcheng was fighting against Liu Cangsheng, the Blood God Marquis and others focused their attention on the ten-foot-tall giant, looking at the half of the dragon vein wrapped around the latter's waist, with strong desire in their eyes.
The giant's eyes widened and he stared fiercely at the Blood God Marquis and others. His aura as terrifying as the sea suppressed the entire audience.
"King Wu?!"
The Blood God Marquis and others looked shocked and felt a strong pressure, but the desire in their eyes did not diminish.
The power of heaven and earth borrowed from Xuanyuan Wuxiang is their nemesis. But facing ordinary warriors, their magical skills are strange enough.
Even a strong Martial King may have a chance.
In the field, the Blood God Marquis and others looked at each other, then nodded, leading dozens of Wu Marquis and thousands of warriors controlled by the Blood Crow, and surrounded and killed the giant.
Rumble.
In the Qinglong Mountains, a war broke out again.
The ferocious slave roared and punched down hard, crushing dozens of warriors and creating a huge pit with one foot, enough to bury hundreds of people alive.
…
At this moment, the dozens of old men who had followed Xuanyuan Wuxiang could no longer carry the soul-calling flags. Their decayed bodies became increasingly transparent in the void, and finally turned into clouds and disappeared.
From beginning to end, they didn't say a word, but they wiped out most of the black robes in the Blood Spirit Palace at the cost of losing their souls.
On the top of the mountain of Xuanyuan Mansion, Xuanyuan Wuxiang's figure is almost invisible. He stares at the broken and devastated earth, countless warriors who fell to their death, and the people who fought bloody battles. There is a trace of helpless loneliness in his handsome and deep face.
Then, Xuanyuan Wuxiang cast his gaze on the unconscious Qin Xuance, with a slight smile on his lips, and then pointed out a stream of light, which disappeared into Qin Xuance's eyebrows.
All he had learned throughout his life was passed on to the latter at this moment.
The illusory body then rose into the void, looking back at the Xuanyuan Mansion thousands of miles away, overlooking the mountains, rivers and land, and all the things in the world. The murmuring voice revealed a touch of sentimentality of the years:
The world is long and the years are vast.
There is hatred in the mountains and rivers, and there are disasters in the world.
Without talent or talent, it is difficult to help the building collapse, and the righteousness of the world will continue!
I only hope that my land in Dongling will be clear and peaceful forever. I hope that in my hometown of Jianjia, he will drink without complaining about his sorrow!
Descendants of the Xuanyuan clan, bid farewell to the heroic spirit of Xuanyuan, and bid farewell to the world and the common people forever!
After finishing his words, Xuanyuan Wuxiang stood facing the east wearing a bloody sun and moon flag, his broken soul drifting away with the wind...