In front of Wuchan Temple, with the cooperation of Lin Huang and Jun Qingcheng, in an instant, the heads of several Wuhou were chopped off.
Then, Lin Huang rushed towards the gate of Wuchan Temple like a spear that could kill thousands of troops.
The people behind him were like an invincible sharp knife, piercing straight into the enemy's heart.
"All the Wuhous take action together to kill this boy. They must not be allowed to rush into Wuchan Temple! It only takes half an hour for the Bloodhous to break through the forest of three thousand steles and cut off the eighth imprisonment!"
In front of the mountain gate of Wuchan Temple, Wuhou in black roared coldly, and his whole body turned into a bloody red mist, killing Lin Huang and others.
In the battlefield, looking at the black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace who were surrounded and killed by the mountains, and the many powerful Wuhou men who condensed into a river of blood, Lin Huang sneered, and his voice was as loud as thunder:
"Not long ago, Xie Qinghou killed more than 800 black robes in the Blood Spirit Palace in the final battle. Today I would like to give it a try. Can I also kill 800 black robes?"
On Wuchan Mountain, Lin Huang was laughing loudly, his eyes were filled with domineering looks, and as he flipped the demon-suppressing knife in his hand, all his killing moves were swept out, causing the entire void to change drastically, giving off a heart-stopping aura.
Lin Huang walked forward with his feet on the corpses, the long knife in his hand stained with blood, his whole person was cold and stern, exuding a ruthless aura, like a murderous god walking on the battlefield of Shura.
Boom boom boom.
Long...
The lush Wuchan Mountain was turned into ruins in less than a quarter of an hour, the rocks and ancient trees were turned into powder, the mountain was cracked and pitch black, and blood gurgled down the mountain like rain.
The mountains and plains are littered with the corpses of men in black robes.
From the foot of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, more than a thousand people in black robes from the Blood Spirit Hall were killed here. Their limbs were all broken, and the blood dyed the top and bottom of the mountain red. There was a pungent smell of blood in the void, and there was no longer the same thing as before.
Zen and charm.
In front of the gate of Wuchan Temple, Lin Huang waved his arms and shook off the blood all over his body before putting away his sword and stepping into Wuchan Temple.
Wuzen Temple is not big!
From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, it only takes a quarter of an hour.
It only takes a quarter of an hour to get from the mountain gate to the back mountain.
Even if it is the Divine General's Mansion, it would take half an hour to walk from start to finish. Therefore, this ancient temple that has stood for two hundred years in the Eastern Spirit Realm is really not big.
It can even be said that he is small and pitiful.
But Wuzen Temple is also very big...
It was so big that even if someone spent several days, they could not pass through the forest of three thousand steles, nor could they enter the pagoda in the center of the forest, which emitted the torrential sound of ancient bells.
Lin Huang led everyone along, looking a little tired and embarrassed. After all, they had just experienced a battle, and even though everyone was powerful, they were still mortal!
Before Lin Huang approached the Forest of Three Thousand Steles, he felt an astonishing blood energy, which made Lin Huang feel extremely dangerous for no reason.
"Boss Lin, where..."
Bai Xiaopang suddenly widened his eyes and pointed at the southwest corner of the Forest of Three Thousand Steles. His expression was shocked, and he was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him.
Lin Cangxue looked around and her breathing stagnated.
In front of the four people is the Forest of Three Thousand Steles.
A desolate land is covered with dark forest of steles, like three thousand tombs, exuding a silent atmosphere of death.
At this moment, the Buddhist inscriptions engraved on each side of the stele are blooming with golden Buddha light. The Sanskrit inscriptions around the stele shine, gathering under the sky, illuminating the heaven and earth.
The ancient power of aspiration stretches across the vast sky and seems to be able to suppress all evil spirits.
However, even though the power of Buddhist vows is overwhelming, at this moment, the forest of three thousand steles is filled with a huge amount of blood, forming a huge lake of blood, covering the entire forest of three thousand steles.
The blood lake rolled, and the pungent smell of blood swept across the world, killing all the wishes in the void.
And in the blood lake, there is a huge blood python.
The blood python is more than a hundred feet long and three feet thick. Its whole body is as red as blood. The snake's body surges in the blood lake and the forest of steles, causing the blood to swirl and move towards the pagoda in the center of the forest of three thousand steles.
Lin Huang raised his head, and wherever he looked, he saw the terrifying blood python stretched out half of its body, and its head was as huge as half a pagoda. The latter roared at the pagoda, causing the entire blood lake to tremble.
The blood python has a ten-foot long snake letter, dripping with sticky blood, and stares at the people in front of the pagoda coldly and viciously.
If there is one place in the entire Forest of Three Thousand Steles that has not been attacked by the Blood Lake and the Giant Python, there is still one place that has not been attacked by the Blood Lake and the Giant Python, nor the pagoda that has stood for less than two hundred years, and the people under the pagoda who are protected by the overwhelming light of the Buddha.
Under the pagoda, Cisheng Wuchansi sat cross-legged, with a look of compassion and pain, and extremely pale. The string of beads in the latter's hand was constantly being moved, and it seemed that it would break at any time.
However, around Ci Sheng, there is a golden Buddhist temple.
For example, Wuhou Tiangang is integrated with the monstrous Buddhist teachings.
It was this golden Buddha Gang that blocked the invasion of the Blood Lake and the attack of the giant python in the Blood Lake.
In the golden Buddhist temple, in addition to Ci Sheng, who was almost completely exhausted, there was also a young man in linen sitting cross-legged. The latter was holding the seals with both hands, and mysterious runes were filled with streams of mysterious runes all over his body.
Integrate into the space between heaven and earth.
Outside the golden Buddhist altar, there are thirteen dead people.
Those are thirteen Xuanyuan Mansion iron cavalry.
And there are thirteen Wuhou!
They are not from the Xuanhuang Four-Character Camp of Heaven and Earth, but an iron cavalry from Xuanyuan Mansion who protects the safety of Xuanyuan Tibing and has never appeared in the world.
Back in King Wu's Tomb, Lin Huang saw the Xuan Ziying in Shen Qingshan's hand detonate, and used the Jade Shattering Formation to attack the Blood-clothed Marquis.
And that Jade Broken Formation came from Xuanyuan Mansion’s Jade Broken Army!
The existence of the Jade Broken Army has always been a legend in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Because according to the clan rules circulated in Xuanyuan Mansion, only when the Xuanyuan clan faces the catastrophe of annihilation, or when the Dongling Realm is in danger, will the Jade Broken Army appear as the Xuanyuan Mansion's last desperate fight.
For hundreds of years, even when Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, the Jade Broken Army was never seen walking on the land of Dongling.
And just today, Lin Huang looked over from a distance. He saw the thirteen divine cavalry wearing pitch black armor, with Yama masks covering their faces, and holding the Xuanyuan clan flag, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
He didn't know that it was the Jade Broken Army.
But Lin Huang knew that it must be the Jade Broken Army.
It’s better to be broken into pieces than to be broken into pieces!
It's a pity that Lin Huang has never seen the legendary Jade Broken Army, but they died trying to protect the young man in sackcloth in the golden Buddha's canopy.
But even though they were dead, the Thirteen Jade Broken Army stood into thirteen pitch-black sculptures.
Between the thirteen sculptures, an unparalleled killing array was constructed, using the Xuanyuan clan flag as a spear to continuously attack and kill the giant python.
boom!
Boom.
On the hillside, Lin Huang looked at the scene not far away, feeling frightened and moved, filled with grief, anger and murderous intent.
The blood lake and giant python must have been transformed by the Blood God Marquis just to push them to the pagoda and kill the young man in sackcloth who was hiding the eight-armed Shura Cauldron.
And that compassionate person from Wuchan Temple, with a compassionate heart, burned oil and lit a lamp to protect Lu Han.
The Thirteen Jade Broken Army built a large attack formation at the cost of their lives, hoping to kill the giant python.
Looking at the scene ahead, Lin Huang's expression was as cold as a knife, with a piercing edge in his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he headed towards the forest of three thousand steles...