Outside the elegant Chai Fei, the man picked up Beitang Qing'er and smiled lovingly.
Then, he turned to look at Lin Huang and said: "No matter who you are and why you appear here. This is not where you should be!"
Listening to the voice, Lin Huang could tell that it was a middle-aged man, with an extraordinary bearing in his calm voice.
Lin Huang could feel the man's gaze, neutral and peaceful.
But there is a hidden murderous intention.
It seems that he is naturally repelled by outsiders.
Lin Huang coughed twice and nodded: "I'll say goodbye now!"
With that said, Lin Huang walked outside.
"Wait a moment!"
The man suddenly spoke.
Um?
Lin Huang turned back in confusion.
The man was seen holding Beitang Qing'er and handed it to the woman. Then he appeared in front of Lin Huang and said: "I don't want you to remember this place, so..."
Lin Huang's expression hardened, he stepped back and bowed on guard, "You want to erase my memory?"
"good!"
The man spoke.
"Daddy..."
Beitang Qing'er from behind said.
"Don't worry, Xiao Qing'er, dad will not hurt him. You know, sending him away and erasing his memory is for his own good! He will only regard everything as a dream!"
The man turned around and smiled, then approached Lin Huang and continued: "I feel your resistance. If it were me, I wouldn't let anyone wash away my memory. But since you have stepped into this place, you need to
Pay a price!"
"I can still choose to fight!"
Lin Huang took a deep breath, and while waving his arms, he was ready to make a decision with his palm.
"fighting?"
The man suddenly snorted and then said: "I will personally take you out of the village!"
As he said that, the man stepped forward and climbed onto Lin Huang's shoulders. He looked very natural, like two people who had a very good relationship.
However……
Lin Huang was horrified.
With his current strength, even if he faced an ordinary Martial Saint, he could move twice. But in the hands of a middle-aged man, he could not move at all.
A high-level martial saint, or... a holy king!
Lin Huang could not imagine what kind of mysterious mountain village this was. His ancestors were able to escape the power of the rules of the ancient battlefield and come to this vast abyss. The little girl in the mountain village was as powerful as King Wu.
Power. And the seemingly peaceful middle-aged man next to him is also so powerful.
At this moment, Lin Huang was like a walking corpse, unable to resist under the middle-aged man's body.
"My name is Beitang Xiu!"
The middle-aged man said jokingly, then put his hand on Lin Huang's shoulder and exerted a slight force...
In an instant, Lin Huang felt like the world was spinning.
There seemed to be a mysterious force pouring into his body. The force was extremely terrifying, causing his whole body's defense system to collapse in an instant.
Lin Huang himself was also led by Beitang Xiu towards the entrance of the village.
Lin Huang sank into a fog, and finally gradually lost consciousness.
…
Um?
In the endless trance, Lin Huang seemed to hear a sound of surprise in his ears. Then, he completely lost consciousness.
…
When Lin Huang lost all consciousness.
There was endless fighting in the ancient battlefield.
While hundreds of thousands of people outside the ancient battlefield were watching, on the other side of the Taixuan Territory, something big happened quietly.
In this battle for the title of king, in the Taixuan Domain, a large number of disciples from the three sects, six mansions, nine gates and the domain main building rushed to the ancient battlefield.
Among them, each force is led by an elder from the clan to protect the safety of its disciples.
Only Qingtian Wufu.
Many disciples left Qingtian Martial Palace, but did not go to the ancient battlefield.
As for the elders in the Wu Mansion, except for a few, they all stayed in the Qingtian Wu Mansion. Even Pei Xiufu, who regarded Lin Huang as his disciple, and Lu Donghuang, who regarded Lin Huang as his son, did not follow him.
Lin Huang's side.
I don’t know when the Qingtian Martial Mansion began to be filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere.
Until one day!
The clouds in the sky drooped and turned into billowing black smoke, covering the Qingtian Wu Mansion that stretched eight hundred miles.
Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be the sound of thousands of troops roaring and roaring, causing the mountains and rivers to turmoil and all beasts to be terrified.
"The Qingtian Martial Mansion harbors the remnants of the demon sect's descendants! His crime... the whole manor should be wiped out!"
Above the clouds in the sky, there was a mighty and thunderous voice, full of the majesty of the emperor, falling down like the irresistible power of heaven and earth, causing thousands of disciples in the Martial Mansion to vomit blood.
"Master Jun, we meet again!"
In the back mountain of Qingtian Wu Mansion, a soothing voice sounded. Then a rainbow rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky.
The rainbow dispersed, revealing Pei Xiufu's proud figure.
White clothes, white hair, and a cheerful look.
Not far in front of him was the master of Xingtian Temple, Yuan Tingyue, wearing iron armor—Jun Xingshi!
Appearing again in the Qingtian Wu Mansion, Jun Xingshi lost the gentleness and courtesy he had shown before. Instead, there was a coldness that made the world tremble.
He stepped on the giant beast, and behind him was a large iron-blooded flag fluttering in the wind. On the battle flag, there were eight large characters of killing made of blood:
——Inspect the common people and enforce the law on behalf of heaven!
Behind Jun Xingshi, the Tianxian Division, Law Enforcement Division, and Judgment Division formed an array, filled with murderous intent like a sea, and actually formed a substantial blood cloud in the void.
Not only that, behind the three divisions of the temple, there was an army covered in white snow, an army with silver armor and feathers.
They lined up in the nine heavens, as if the Kingdom of God had arrived with the mighty power of heaven, looking down at the ants below.
Pei Xiufu looked up at the army in the distance and suddenly laughed loudly, "It turns out that this is the legendary Silver Feather Army of the Xuantian Divine Clan! Qingtian Martial Palace...be taught!"
Jun Xingshi's eyes narrowed slightly, with majestic murderous intent in his eyes, "Having the remnants of the demon sect's descendants, Pei Xiufu, do you have anything to say?"
Pei Xiufu looked at Jun Xingshi and shook his head calmly. Then he laughed loudly: "The Qingtian Martial Palace belongs to the only thing that can only be fought to the death!"
"Where is the character of Wu Mansion?"
Pei Xiufu let out a long roar, like thunder falling to the ground.
"exist!"
In the Qingtian Wu Mansion, tens of thousands of people gathered in unison. Then, silhouettes were seen flying into the sky and appeared behind Pei Xiufu.
Pei Xiufu turned around and glanced at everyone in the Wu Mansion, then he held a long sword, pointed directly at Jun Xingshi, and scolded: "The Qingtian Wu Mansion has been established for thousands of years, and it was also established in the great battles a thousand years ago. It has witnessed
Thousands of years of history have witnessed the right and wrong of thousands of years ago. Justice...is in the heart of the people!"
Jun Xingshi's expression was cold and unchanged, looking at Pei Xiufu who was laughing in front of him, and the people in the Wu Mansion behind Pei Xiufu who were filled with fighting spirit. Jun Xingshi raised his palm indifferently...
"Kill without mercy!"
Just as Jun Xingshi's palm fell, the three divisions of the Xingtian Temple suddenly rushed out, and the mighty army, like a long steel dragon sweeping across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, rushed towards the Qingtian Martial Palace.
"kill!"
Pei Xiufu let out a long roar, roared fiercely with the sword in his hand, and killed Jun Xingshi directly.
In an instant, a battle broke out to annihilate the clan!