Chapter 471: Qin Changsheng will not be seen for thousands of years
There is actually nothing else outside Dongling. There is only a golden chain formed by Buddhist inscriptions, and an unbudded locust tree branch.
However, these two things can already block half of the most powerful people in the world.
With the Buddhist text and locust tree branches here, the two of them can travel across thousands of miles in an instant. Although neither of them can push through the clouds and mist and see the scene in the Eastern Spirit Realm, it doesn't matter.
They don't even need to care who the person in the Eastern Spirit Realm is, as long as the idiot shows up with the body in the end, that's enough.
The two of them were confident that even if the Yang Jianren Tu appeared, they could block it for a while.
The mainland is unknown.
Li Baiyi was still sitting under the willow tree, looking at the chessboard in front of him and the Yin Yang Valley reflected in the chessboard, and suddenly sighed.
The sunspot in his hand that had not fallen for a long time finally went towards the chessboard. He had been making stones for thousands of years, how could there be only one Xiao Yishan?
If he really thought that two old guys were guarding Dongling, they ruined a good game of chess for him.
It's just a pity that the man who died in a battle thousands of years ago really disappeared between heaven and earth. Otherwise, how could he still not appear with his true love and nature?
"I can't see you anymore..."
Li Baiyi felt lost and walked towards the chessboard with one piece.
"Why……"
At this moment, in the hundred-mile abyss of Yin Yang Valley, a sigh suddenly sounded, just like Li Baiyi's melancholy sigh.
Then there was a bang.
When the Evil Saint's wings were like knives, cutting through the mountains and rivers, and crushing the forest and wilderness. Suddenly, the latter's body was punched into the sky.
In the battlefield, everyone who was originally heartbroken suddenly widened their eyes and stared into the abyss of a hundred feet in disbelief.
What kind of power could have knocked away a generation of holy kings?
When everyone was confused, they saw a seemingly ordinary man suddenly flying out of the abyss, holding Lin Huang, who was seriously injured and weak, and slowly flew out.
The man waved his hand gently and put a scroll into Lin Huang's storage ring.
And the three thousand Xuanjia troops also walked out of Lin Huang's body, looking at the phantom that suddenly appeared in the void, their expressions were unprecedentedly excited.
Even a bit fanatical!
It's like faith.
I saw that the three thousand heroic spirits knelt down together, put one hand on their left shoulder, lowered their heads and shouted, "Xuanziying pays homage to Lord Longshou!"
"Um!"
The young man in the shadow holding Lin Huang let out a soft hum. With a wave of Mai, he rolled up the three thousand heroic spirits and said calmly: "Go back, you have been waiting for a thousand years. Waiting for a while longer is nothing."
.The sun rises over the east mountain, and one day it will make a comeback!"
"I will obey the order of Lord Longshou!"
Three thousand heroic spirits shouted in unison, and their faces under the cold iron armor still could not contain the excitement deep in their hearts. Then they walked towards the ancient bronze Great Wall without any hesitation, and in the blink of an eye there was no trace again.
On the battlefield, Lin Huang was already scarred, but he managed to hold on until now. Looking at the middle-aged figure beside him, his heart was filled with waves.
It was just a shadow after death, just a ray of remnant soul.
He's not middle-aged, but he can't be called young either. He looks to be in his thirties.
The man is dressed in coarse linen clothes. He is not very handsome, but his whole body is full of charm. There is a trace of vicissitudes in the slanting sword eyebrows.
The dark eyes seemed to be full of sorrow, but there was purity and sincerity that could never dissipate.
He is not particularly tall, but his majestic and majestic posture is like standing on the top of a mountain with his hands behind his back, pointing out the mountains and rivers of the world. Or he is stepping on a Kunpeng and traveling between heaven and earth.
Well...the latter has a bald bird missing from its feet.
Lin Huang looked at the waist of the man in coarse linen clothes. It was a belt made of dragons. There seemed to be a knife missing from the waist, which made the man's temperament imperfect.
What's missing is a big rusty iron knife called Setsuna!
"Second senior brother?"
Lin Huang raised his head, looked at the shadow beside him, and called out tentatively.
"Scream louder!"
The man in coarse linen clothes said with a smile on his face, like the spring breeze.
Lin Huang laughed loudly while vomiting blood. He reluctantly stood up and bowed respectfully to Qin Changsheng, "Lin Huang has met senior brother Changsheng!"
The man in linen glared and patted Lin Huang on the shoulder, "Are you so serious? You're a little pedantic!"
Lin Huang scratched his head, with a smile on his face, and continued: "Senior brother looks better than the one in the portrait!"
The man in sackcloth laughed loudly, "Junior brother, you are indeed very discerning and sincere. You can tell from the first glance that you are not a liar!"
Lin Huang secretly thought that indeed, just like what he imagined, he was a somewhat narcissistic, uneducated and pretentious person.
This is very Qin Changsheng!
At this moment, countless warriors on the battlefield were staring at the phantom in the void, with doubts and a little shock on their faces.
Evil Saint, how can this person still talk and laugh like this?
The strange thing is that the evil saint in the void seems to have been beaten to the sky? It has not appeared for a long time.
"Junior brother, the three-knife attack you just did with the Abi Dao was a little bit off. The way you held the knife was a little wrong. The feeling of the blow is still not as handsome as that of my senior brother!"
Qin Changsheng said with a warm face.
Lin Huang was immediately choked...
Qiangu Qin Changsheng is really extraordinary.
I don't know when the wind and clouds surged in the void. Qin Changsheng, who still wanted to teach Linhuang Dao, frowned slightly, looked up into the void, and then sighed.
Under the sky, a middle-aged man in white clothes is sitting in a wheelchair, his temples are slightly frosty white, holding a sunspot in his hand, and appears in the void.
The middle-aged man in white looked at the man in linen below, his calm face constantly trembling. His vast eyes seemed to be filled with excitement for the first time.
"You've been dead for a thousand years, and you still show up?"
As soon as Li Baiyi opened his mouth, he became furious. There is no way to plan the world, and his magnanimity is simply ruining the scenery.
Qin Xuance also looked at the immortal-like Li Baiyi, sighed again, forced a smile on his face, and said with a smile:
"We haven't seen each other for a thousand years, why are you like this bird?"
"none of your business!"
"It's none of my business. Anyway, I've been dead for more than a thousand years. You, Li Baiyi, are useless. You haven't found me even after searching for a thousand years. My junior brother is still very good. He has become the third level of Abi Dao."
"Knife, you see, it revived me instantly."
Qin Changsheng smiled.
"That's all you're telling me?"
Li Baiyi was furious.
Qin Changsheng waved his hand and looked more serious, "You are already like this, with the chess piece still in your hand. Do you really think you are so great? Is it worth it to lose both legs for my life?"
"When you went your own way, why didn't you think that I would lose my legs?"
Li Baiyi snorted coldly.
Qin Changsheng's face darkened, and then he sighed: "Tell me, how many shackles and curses are there in your body? Can you still bend down? How many times do you owe God's punishment?"
Li Baiyi's mouth was slightly astringent, but his face was cold, "Does it have anything to do with you, a dead man?"
Qin Changsheng was helpless, with his big sleeves fluttering, he stood proudly in the sky, looking up at the clear sky and earth, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, "Before today, I had something to do with you, but after today, I will have nothing to do with it. So, just
Let me see how many things you have done to harm people in the past thousand years!"
After saying that, Li Baiyi's expression changed drastically. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man in white under the willow tree jumped out, trying to stop Qin Changsheng, but fell directly to the ground.
Even if the latter could act naturally, how could he rush to the Eastern Spirit Realm in an instant to stop Qin Changsheng.
What's more, Qin Changsheng has already pointed out the sky above Yin Yang Valley, pointing directly to the sky.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color in horror, and countless ink clouds gathered, turning the Eastern Spiritual Realm into a dark night. Among the ink clouds, thousands of thunders roared, like dragons flying wildly, trying to destroy the person who had only a trace of his soul left in the world.
Tianjiao, completely destroyed.
Under the ink clouds, Qin Changsheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the sea of ink clouds and thunder above his head. His whole body was radiating with light, like a sun dispelling darkness between heaven and earth, swaying like an immortal to welcome the coming of divine punishment...