When the early morning light broke through the earth and the darkness dispersed, the forest wasteland in the void of Wuzen Temple was covered with dew, and a long sigh fell in front of the pagoda.
Jun Qingcheng has left, and Yin Yang Valley is about to be born.
The Eastern Spirit Realm must be a catastrophe.
The only thing Lin Huang had to do next was to cut through the natural chasm in front of him and step into the realm of Wuhou.
In front of the pagoda, Lin Huang glanced at Bai Xiaopang and Lin Cangxue, and then said: "I need to practice in the pagoda for a while!"
Lin Cangxue nodded calmly. Lin Huang wanted to practice, and she also needed to practice, to truly enter the realm of Wuhou.
Little Fatty Bai, on the other hand, was scratching his head and was very reluctant to stay in this place where birds didn't poop. There was no colorful world outside that could make people happy physically and mentally.
"If you dare to go down the mountain, I will break your legs!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and stared at Xiaopang Bai seriously.
"hey-hey……"
Little Fatty Bai rode on the big white cat and moved his buttocks, "This place is pretty good. If you don't go down the mountain, you won't be able to go down the mountain!"
Lin Huang snorted twice, nodded towards Lin Cangxue, and then stepped into the pagoda.
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In the pagoda illuminated by the Buddha's light, Linhuang sits in the center. The vitality around his body is like an elf leaping, tightly wrapping an ancient Buddha relic.
Lin Huang's expression was peaceful, like a Buddha who was neither happy nor sad. He looked at the dazzling relics of the Buddha in front of him, and slowly moved his slender fingers.
The relics rotated in the palms of the hands, and the runes all around shone, filling the air with one after another of heart-stopping auras.
In the mysterious sea, Tian Shura looked stern, sitting cross-legged on the dark sea, looking up at the sky, as if he was expecting something.
call……
Suddenly, Lin Huang let out a long sigh of relief and clenched his fingers with force, causing the Buddha's relic to neigh violently and turn into a stream of light, which followed Lin Huang's arm and merged into the mysterious sea.
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The rivers flow and time never stops!
In the ancient temple deep in the mountains, after the recent war, the peace and tranquility of the past have been restored again.
In front of Wuchan Temple, Ci Sheng was wearing a snow-white monk's robe, sitting cross-legged in front of the mountain gate and chanting Buddhist scriptures, but his mind could not be quiet. He knew that in the pagoda on the back mountain, a person with deep evil thoughts was about to be born.
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But there was nothing he could do.
Outside the pagoda, Lin Cangxue was dressed in white and sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a three-foot green blade in front of her. With her eyes closed and her palms waving, she attracted the energy from all directions into her body.
On the other side of the pagoda, a fat man weighing more than 400 pounds was sleeping soundly.
But the world outside the ancient temple in the mountains is already experiencing a sudden storm...
One month after Lin Huang entered the pagoda.
Under the vast night sky, the inner territory of the Qinglong Mountains began to smell of deathly silence. The trees were silent, the birds and animals were silent, and only vaguely, the cry of crows suddenly sounded, which was terrifying.
That is a harbinger of death.
In just a few breaths, the sound of crows was loud, like the cries of thousands of demons, making the forest trees tremble and all beasts crawling.
Over a hundred miles of sky, dark clouds suddenly gathered.
Suddenly, a pillar of blood shot straight into the sky, and the bloody light dyed the entire continent red.
In the Tiance Tower of Xuanyuan Mansion, the sleeping tiger suddenly sat up in shock and rushed into the sky with its clothes closed. Looking at the bloody pillar on the horizon, his figure swayed slightly.
The eyebrows are slightly condensed, just like the mountains are dormant, and the knife-carved face reveals a hint of desolation.
There is also a touch of determination of a brave man to die.
That night, Dongling Realm was shaken.
Countless warriors looked at the blood-red sky above their heads and the faint sound of crows crying in the void, and they couldn't help but feel their souls shake.
Yin Yang Valley is born!
In just a few breaths, Xuanyuan Tibing, who rushed out of Tiance Tower, let out a long roar, and the sound penetrated the Beiyan Dynasty like thunder:
"Where is Xuanyuan's army?"
"exist!"
In the pitch-black night, millions of roars suddenly gathered together, shaking the sky and causing the mountains and rivers to tremble.
Everywhere in Dongling, no matter the martial arts masters, ordinary people, or the great scholars in the court, or the grass in the rivers and lakes... all of them can't sleep at night, and they suddenly feel that the world is about to collapse.
On the top of Piaoxue Palace, the one-armed middle-aged man looked at the bloody pillar in the distance and sighed with his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.
An ancestor from Qianyin Valley rushed out of the secret room with a horrified look on his face.
Tianleizong.
Wind and Rain Tower.
The ten great dynasties...
Half a quarter of an hour after the blood pillar appeared, Qin Xuance in the Tiance Tower condensed his expression, looked up at Xuanyuan Tibing in the void, and said loudly: "Yin Yang Valley is above the dragon head of the Qinglong Mountains!"
In the void, Xuanyuan Tibing nodded slightly, and the overwhelming fighting spirit instantly filled the world.
This night.
Born in the Yin Yang Valley of the Eastern Spirit Realm.
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In the ancient pagoda, Lin Huang's whole body was covered with dust. The latter's face was calm, but his body was already in turmoil, and he had encountered the most dangerous thing in his life.
The third Buddha relic is not as easy to integrate as imagined.
When the golden Sanskrit characters surrounding the relics of the Buddha and God disappeared, the true form of Heavenly Shura was revealed in the mysterious sea.
In the mysterious sea, the two heavenly asuras were like water and fire, and they fought together.
The entire pitch-black Xuanhai became a battlefield for Heavenly Shura, and the terrifying aura filled the air, causing damage to Linhuang's meridians and shattering of muscles and bones.
The little black dragon had already escaped from Xuanhai in fear.
Lin Huang did not expect that it would be so difficult to fuse the third Buddha relic. He originally thought it would only take a few days. However, he did not expect that there would be no progress for a full month.
Instead, Tian Shura severely injured himself.
Outside the pagoda, Lin Cangxue closed her eyes and practiced, her body quietly suspended in the void, falling into an ethereal realm.
Little Fatty Bai fell asleep and couldn't wake up.
There is no sun or moon when practicing in the mountains, but the world outside is already in chaos.
Ever since the soaring blood pillar appeared that night, the Eastern Spirit Realm has completely changed.
People from the Blood Spirit Palace who had disappeared for a long time appeared like locusts in various places in the Eastern Spirit Realm, constantly sacrificing the lives of living people, absorbing soul warriors, and turning them into puppets.
In the Eastern Spirit Realm, an army of puppets that had already been formed seemed to gain more power overnight. The mountains and rivers wherever they went were stained with blood, and not even a blade of grass grew.
In just seven days, an army of millions of puppets actually broke through the imperial city of Shangguan Dynasty.
And there seems to be something strange happening in Fengyu Tower and Tianlei Sect!
In the rivers and lakes, countless forces showed their ferocious faces, attacking all directions, exterminating families and sects, and turned into minions of the Blood Spirit Palace.
However, in just seven days, Dongling Realm went from being peaceful to being in a bloody and dangerous state.
Many literati and scholars sang songs and cried, wailing endlessly. They only felt that a great disaster was coming, the world would collapse, and the Dongling warriors would treat everyone like dogs.
Among the four major sects, Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower seem to be turning their backs on Dongling!
The Shangguan Dynasty was once so arrogant, but an army of millions of puppets directly trampled through the imperial city.
The battle of Yin Yang Valley has not yet begun, but the top forces in the Eastern Spiritual Realm have begun to attack each other and destroy the city walls. Who else can save the Eastern Spiritual Realm?
Is it really just Xuanyuan Tibing alone?
Or is it the martial arts myth Yan Zangfeng from seventy years ago?
If it could really be done, how could the Xuanyuan family end up in a situation where the Nine Meridians were only passed down?
In the Dongling Realm, people were crying and howling everywhere.
But when everyone felt that the end was coming and Wuwei was filled with grief and anger, millions of soldiers and horses gathered on the yellow sand three hundred miles outside Xuanyuan City...