The battle was about to begin, but Lin Huang couldn't help but wander thousands of miles away.
Back in the camp outside Langya Mountain, Qin Xuance said that Xiao Yishan appeared in Dongling Realm, and the latter apprenticed to Li Baiyi... It might be a big conspiracy.
Lin Huang thought again that Tuoba Fu, the leader of the Demon Cult a thousand years ago, owned a Buddhist relic!
Thinking of this, Lin Huang was finally sure...
In the middle of the game!
Lin Huang smiled helplessly, thinking that when Xiao Yishan said that he had unavenged hatred and unfulfilled great deeds, it was not a joke to fool Lin Huang. It seems that after leaving the Eastern Spiritual Realm, he must have a good understanding of the Zuojiaming Sect.
I hope Xiao Yishan’s status in the Zuojia Ming Cult is not too high. Otherwise, even if he has a hundred lives, he won’t be enough for others to kill him.
However, Lin Huang also understood that Xiao Yishan's status in the Zuojia Ming Cult was probably high rather than low.
Otherwise, Xiao Yishan, who was the disciple of Qin Changsheng, was just an ordinary martial artist. How could he create his own domination of the world and hunt down Emperor Yama like a dog walking?
With the instant sword, slash three million miles!
The more Lin Huang thought about it, the more he felt that Xiao Yishan had dug a big hole for him.
The kind that you are not afraid of not being able to get up.
Lin Huang figured it out. Being chased by Liu Cangsheng's Dongtian Divine Sect was just a piece of cake. Once people knew about the relationship between Xiao Yishan and his master and disciple, they would be... enemies of the whole world!
In this regard, Lin Huang was quite helpless, but he didn't have the slightest resentment in his heart. He just felt a bit bitter about Xiao Yishan dragging a little guy like himself into the situation.
Now that we're on the pirate ship, we can only...fuck him!
Looking back and thinking about it, I can say that there is also a sect behind Lin Huang, and it is the kind that covered the sky with one hand a thousand years ago.
On the sea of blood, Lin Huang came to his senses for a moment. Looking at the evil king in the void, there was nothing else in his heart except the boiling fighting spirit and the murderous intent of a wild dog that could not be restrained by a chain.
The greatest truth is to put aside all the things in your heart and kill this evil king.
Lin Huang's thoughts were flying, and he went back and forth several times, just in the space of his breath. The evil king in the sky was obviously in a trance, but he didn't say much, he just looked at Xuanyuan Tibing.
At this time, the killing intent was more than ten times stronger than before.
Yan Zangfeng once said that the so-called evil king is an external evil demon, not a monster on the mainland.
Thinking about it, the Evil King, who had lived for a thousand years, had many entangled grievances with the former Zuojia Ming Cult. Lin Huang was too lazy to think about it, because the consequences of the grievances were obvious. The Xuanyuan family suppressed the Evil King for a thousand years, and countless
For the first time, he beat the evil king until he looked like a turtle grandson.
At this moment, the Evil King looked at Xuanyuan Tibing as if he were looking at a dead person.
After the Evil King thought about it a thousand times, apart from the change in his eyes when he looked at Xuanyuan Tibing, he just said "very good".
But the word 'very good' connotes murderous intent and is as cold as a bone.
Xuanyuan Tibing’s eyebrows were slightly raised, his fighting spirit became even stronger!
Afterwards, the Evil King let out a roar in the sky, seemingly venting out endless hatred. His aura climbed steadily upwards, firmly suppressing Xuanyuan Tibing's head. The ten clones behind him also turned their gazes.
Targeting all the warriors here.
Above the sea of blood, many warriors slowly rose into the air and appeared behind Xuanyuan Tibing, lined up.
Yanzang Feng.
Xuanyuan Wuhen is called Xuannan.
The sword has no name.
Forest wasteland.
Lu Han.
…
The aura of confrontation is like two unparalleled ice and fire dragons, roaring and roaring.
"war!"
In the sky, Xuanyuan Tibing stomped the spear in his hand and took the lead in attacking, like a real dragon in this world, killing the evil king in the front and center.
Then, the ten clones behind the Evil King charged, flew across the sky in an instant, and killed him.
The warriors lined up behind Xuanyuan Tibing laughed to greet the enemy.
Around the sea of blood, formation masters set up formations to arrest the Evil King's clone.
There is a Yin Yang family that vomits blood and changes the Feng Shui fortune of this place.
Tens of thousands of warriors joined forces to kill the Evil King's clone in an impassioned manner.
There are also millions of troops formed in formation, like an indestructible bronze mountain, defending against the evil king's charge.
In just a blink of an eye, Xuanyuan raised his soldiers and spears like dragons and phoenixes, and handed them to the evil king.
Yan Zangfeng has a knife in his hand, and with heavy snow falling all over his body, he fights three evil king clones alone.
Lin Huang also held two swords in his hands, leading Lin Cangxue, Bai Xiaopang and Lu Han to kill an evil king's clone. Just as his body moved, heavy snow flew around Lin Huang's body, and the heavenly Shura inside his body roared with fighting power.
Instantly stacked eight times.
Lin Cangxue's sword has not yet been unsheathed, and the sword intent is overwhelming in all directions.
Little Fatty Bai's body was covered in golden light, and his precious body was glowing. The big white cat under his feet had already turned into a black killing beast, as ferocious as a devil.
Lu Han pointed his spear at the sky, and with terrifying thoughts, he directly borrowed the third level from the sky and entered the eighth level of Wuhou.
The Four Great Wu Hous surrounded and killed the Evil King's clone!
In the void, the evil king's clone, who was targeted by Lin Huang, looked at the four humans rushing towards him. They were not as big as one of his own feathers, and couldn't help but sneered. Even though he was the weakest evil king's clone, he could only
The realm of the third heaven of King Wu.
But facing the four Wuhou humans, it was still the goshawk hunting down the ants.
The difference between princes and princes is like a chasm!
The Evil King's clone's wings waved, and with the force of landslides and ground cracks, they landed on Lin Huang...
Um?
The Evil King's clone was slightly startled. It clearly hit the ant at the front with its palm, but unexpectedly it turned out to be an afterimage. The latter crawled along the pole and landed on its wings. Then the Evil King's clone sneered and turned around.
Like lightning, it rushed towards the three people behind.
In an instant, Lin Huang was thrown out.
Bai Xiaopang was hit head-on by the evil king's clone, and countless cracks appeared in his golden treasure body. As soon as they met, his chest collapsed. On the contrary, it was the gluttonous ferocious beast that had not yet grown up under Bai Xiaopang's feet that bit him.
A hair on the mouth of the Evil King's clone.
It only takes a few breaths before and after, and the judgment is made!
The evil king's clone turned back and looked leisurely at the four human reptiles who knew nothing about the world. The smile on his face became more and more mocking. As he flapped his wings, he slowly transformed into a human form. His skin was frighteningly pale, and there was a trace of blood all over his body.
The femoral yin is cold.
Like an old eunuch who is handsome but extremely perverted.
“A small worm shakes a big tree, how can you be so respectable as to overestimate yourself?”
The evil king's clone opened his mouth and looked at Lin Huang and others in a cultured manner, with a cold and cold look in his eyes, without any human emotion.
In the void, Lin Huang supported Little Fatty Bai and looked at the Evil King in front of him, "You are indeed a dog whose balls were broken by Lord Tibing, but your orchid finger looks like a pig's trotter.
It’s a bit of a disgrace to the scenery!”
"court death!"
The evil king's clone was furious, and flicked his fingers in the air, and countless red threads formed by blood appeared on his fingertips, flying densely and intertwined towards everyone.
In the blink of an eye, red threads filled the sky, like countless intertwined cages, entangling the four people...
"I would like to see if the blood can still seep out after cutting your flesh into pieces and sewing them together with silk threads!"
In the void, the Evil King's clone walked forward on a fine net made of intertwined red silk threads, leaning over and staring at the forest wasteland in a playful manner.