Walking among the forest of three thousand steles.
Went to Wuzen Temple.
Looking back at the Qingshan Ancient Temple.
Lin Huang smiled silently, feeling a little sour in his heart. The grudges and friendships in this world are indeed the most complicated.
There is no Xuanyuan Wuxiang in the world, and there is no Mo Wulei either.
Two hundred years have passed since the Qingshan Ancient Temple. Ye Wuchan is no longer the same Ye Wuchan as before, but he is still the same Ye Wuchan. However, the latter has been guarding the Eastern Spirit Realm for more than two hundred years and is finally tired.
This time when I entered Wuchan Temple, I learned about the two hundred years of grudges, why Lin Changtian came here, and how to crack the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
But Lin Huang couldn't be happy after all.
It's not that the world is peaceful as usual, it's just that some people are carrying a heavy load and moving forward.
Now that the Yin and Yang Valley is born, a great disaster is about to come. I don’t know how many people have sacrificed for this, whether it is Xuanyuan Tibing or the Tiandi Xuanhuang Four-Character Camp.
Or is it Yan Zangfeng?
Lin Huang held Jun Qingcheng's little hand and walked side by side with Lin Cangxue. For the first time, he truly thought about what is the morality and character of a warrior.
"Go back to Xuanyuan City!"
After leaving Wuchan Temple for hundreds of miles, Lin Huang just spoke. His face was full of confidence and determination. He was young and energetic, so there was no need to be sentimental.
In this vast world, becoming a strong person is the way to go!
Only becoming stronger is the eternal truth.
The Yin Yang Valley is about to be born, and he must obtain the relics of the Buddha and God in the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron as soon as possible and enter the realm of Wuhou as soon as possible in order to protect himself.
In the rolling mountains, the four people moved forward quickly, heading towards Xuanyuan City...
Half a day later, not long after the four of them left the Qinglong Mountains, Lin Cangxue suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Huang turned around and asked in confusion, only to see Lin Cangxue raised the Thirteen Kill Token in her hand, and then said: "There is news from Feng Wanli that the Seventh Killer is chasing Jiang Licheng!"
Lin Huang paused and showed surprise.
Not only was he surprised that Jiang Licheng appeared again, but he was also surprised that the Seventh Killer was chasing the latter.
Jiang Licheng had disappeared since the tomb of King Wu, and the entire family had disappeared without a trace. The seventh killer actually dug out this hidden poisonous snake.
Moreover, although Jiang Licheng is far inferior to Xuanyuan Tibing in terms of strength, he is still ranked second on the Wuhou Ranking, and his strength is not trivial.
The seventh kill can actually hunt down the latter?
Afterwards, Lin Huang's mind sank into the Thirteen Kill Tokens. Looking at the news delivered by Feng Wanli, his expression changed and he felt quite unhappy.
Eleven kills: Jiang Licheng fled eastward along the Qinglong Mountains and passed the Snow Dynasty!
"go home!"
Lin Huang held the token tightly, and his figure disappeared from the spot, heading towards the direction of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Jiang Licheng fled to the east and had passed the Snow Dynasty. According to Lin Huang's calculations, with the latter's terrifying speed, it would not take seven days to appear in the Great Xia Dynasty.
On the official road, the big white cat had already grown to a size of three feet, revealing its true form of ferociousness. Carrying four people on its back, it quickly headed towards the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Boss Lin, I don't want to go home!"
Bai Xiaopang muttered, the latter seemed to be fascinated by the colorful world outside and didn't want to go back to the Great Xia Dynasty.
Lin Huang, however, turned a deaf ear and didn't care about Little Fatty Bai's coquettish posture. He even really wanted to kick the latter down so that the big white cat could run faster.
"I...should I go too..."
Jun Qingcheng raised her head and stared at Lin Huang shyly, holding the corners of her clothes with her little hands, looking a little nervous.
Lin Huang suddenly smiled, which made Jun Qingcheng furious.
After a long time, Lin Huang finally spoke: "Jiang Licheng ranks second on the Wuhou Ranking. With the strength of the seventh-killer, I'm afraid I still can't kill Jiang Licheng!"
Lin Cangxue raised her eyebrows and stared at Lin Huang in confusion.
"Jiang Licheng will appear in the Great Xia Dynasty in seven days, and I killed his two sons in King Wu's tomb. Maybe Jiang Licheng already knows about this!"
Lin Cangxue's face suddenly turned cold. In the Great Xia Dynasty, the warriors in the Tianyuan realm could only be counted with one palm. If Jiang Licheng really rushed towards the God General's Mansion, a hundred thousand troops would not be able to stop the latter.
Little Fatty Bai was silent, thinking of the majestic and scoundrel old man at home. He couldn't help but look sad. He secretly tugged at the corner of Jun Qingcheng's clothes and said shamelessly: "Sister-in-law, please lend me some money!"
Jun Qingcheng's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, but then she smiled and nodded as if she had eaten honey.
Bang.
Little Fatty Bai was kicked by Lin Huang...
Five days.
The four of them rode a big white cat and traveled 70,000 miles, finally arriving at Yongxue Pass.
Back then, the Linhuang Daxia Dynasty went to Piaoxue Palace and followed Jia Wanjin's caravan. It was here that they were intercepted and killed by Fengyu Tower and Tianlei Sect.
It was also here that Lin Huang discovered Jia Wanjin's terrifying strength.
After closing the Snow Gate, Lin Huang's expression became increasingly solemn through the collapsing snowdrifts in front of him and the powerful sword intent that had not dissipated in the void.
This place obviously experienced a war not long ago.
Except for Jiang Licheng, it is difficult for anyone in the Dongling Realm to send out such a powerful sword intent.
Five days have passed. At the speed of the big white cat, it will take at least five days to get from here to the Great Xia Dynasty. And Jiang Licheng only needs two days to reach the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Jiang Licheng has disappeared!"
Lin Cangxue held the Thirteen Kill Token in her hand and said with an uneasy expression.
"The fifth kill, the seventh kill, the eighth kill, and the eleventh kill are all chasing Jiang Licheng, and several others are also coming one after another!"
Lin Cangxue continued.
"No matter what, let's go back to the Great Xia Dynasty first!"
Lin Huang spoke calmly, clenched his fists and disappeared into the snow. Lin Cangxue, on the other hand, asked Thirteen to kill several other people and rushed directly to the Daxia Dynasty.
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Daxia Dynasty.
The fiery red light penetrated the dark clouds and shrouded the tall and heavy palaces. Under the dusk and sunset, the thick and majestic mansions seemed somewhat peaceful and silent.
In a small courtyard of the mansion, the old man was lying in a rocking chair under an old locust tree, with gray hair and his eyes closed in deep thought.
On the stone table next to the old man, there are three glasses of wine and a cup of tea.
The heat in the tea cup has dissipated, and no one can drink from it.
Among the three wine glasses, only one was empty.
Although the courtyard where the old man lives is spotless, it lacks a bit of freshness. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. The old man only comes to take a look when he is free and lonely.
The old man was lying on the rocking chair, looking at the rusty spear on the locust tree branch above his head. He couldn't help but laugh hoarsely, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.
That spear was the weapon he used before he was thirty years old. It had been enshrined in the Sutra Pavilion. But more than thirty years ago, it was stolen by Lin Changtian and hidden in the old locust tree.
It’s just that the weapons are rusty. The young man who once spent a lot of money at a young age, drunkenly whipped famous horses, ran rampant in large and small dynasties, and acted like a playboy has been gone for eighteen years.
Not only the young man in my memory left.
Together with the little girl who was as cute as a porcelain doll when she first met, calling her grandpa crisply, and the baby who coughed constantly even in his infancy, they have been gone for several years.
In the huge palace of the Divine General, he was the only old man with gray hair guarding an old locust tree.
The former God of War of Great Xia has finally grown old.
The famous general who was not afraid of guns and arrows and marched forward on the battlefield finally understood what fear was. He didn't know if he would ever see that little brat and his grandchildren again in his lifetime...