Above the long sky, when the battle flag with bright characters appeared, everything shook.
A terrifying murderous aura spread across the sky, entrenched in all directions of the battle flag, like a blue dragon fighting wildly in all directions, looking down at the world.
Between heaven and earth, a song suddenly sounded:
"My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost. Who will be the king through the ages?"
"I heard that Shuzi wears a crown and controls the universe."
"If I don't see the common people in trouble, I will keep climbing higher. I will bear to make the mountains and rivers sink, and I will laugh like crazy."
…
Accompanied by that ancient and murderous war song, the Qingtian Martial Mansion suddenly trembled.
I saw countless black lights suddenly rushing into the sky under the spiritual energy cliff.
In an instant!
A pitch-black iron army stands under the splendid dragon flag of the sun and moon.
"The sky is dead and the evil spirits are on the rise!"
"The sun and the moon are setting in the west, and all living beings are lost!"
"The sky and the earth are vast and endless!"
"Give up my body and sprinkle my blood. Throw away my head and erect my corpse! Hold up the broken pillars of the southern sky and lift the overturned sky!"
…
Between heaven and earth, war songs are endless.
And the army under the bloody battle flag is also in shape.
They looked to be no more than a thousand people.
But it is a completely dark place, with the atmosphere of swallowing up the universe.
Everyone is wearing pitch-black armor, holding a spear, with surging murderous intent and fierce fighting spirit!
The majestic momentum gathered by the army of thousands of people actually directly overwhelmed the three divisions of the temple.
And behind the void, the Silver Feather Army of the Gods, who had been waiting quietly, also became commotion. Because, the sharp edge of the blood-flag army was actually aimed at them.
——The army of remnants of Zuojiaming Cult!
The leader of the army under the blood flag is an old man with weathered temples. But he has a tall and straight figure and a determined gaze.
Even though he is already old.
But he... was still the young man who was full of fighting spirit in the smoke of war.
And in that army.
There are many old men who look like rotten trees.
There is a middle-aged man with a determined look.
A woman with long hair bound by red tassels.
A young man with bright eyes.
Their eyes had ignored the three armies of the Xingtian Temple and looked towards the Silver Feather Army behind them.
Suddenly, the leader of the old man shook his arm and pointed his spear into the sky!
"kill!"
At the rear, thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, and the roar caused thousands of miles of wind and clouds to collapse. It even caused a mountain in the Wu Mansion to collapse.
"today!"
The old man under the blood banner suddenly spoke, with a voice like thunder, "With our blood, we tell the world that the Zuojia Ming Sect still exists in the world! The sun rises in the east, and the moon hangs in the sky. Let us wait and start the first chapter of the return of the Ming Sect.
One fight! Until death - without end!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the heaven and earth rumbled and shook.
I saw the phalanx army composed of a thousand people, like a torrent of steel, sweeping across the void, crushing the three armies of the Xingtian Temple, and heading towards the Silver Feather Army of the Xuantian God Clan.
…
When the Qingtian Martial Mansion was filled with flames of war.
In the ancient forbidden land of the gods.
There is a pavilion made of dead wood.
There is an old man in the pavilion.
No... that was not an old man, that man looked more like a middle-aged man, except that half of his hair was as white as snow.
The other half of his hair was as black as ink.
The man was holding a scroll, standing in the pavilion, looking up at the sky. A pair of eyes seemed to contain the changes in the universe.
He just looked at the sky.
Standing there for a long time.
Then he smiled contemptuously, "Li Baiyi, I have finally found the remnants of the descendants of the Ming Cult that you have hidden for hundreds of years. Huangkou kid, do you really think you can hide from the sky and control the world? Without the legacy of the Eleven Kings of Tianji, you Zuojia Ming Cult can take advantage of it."
Why do you want to fight against our Xuantian Divine Clan? It’s just you?”
…
In the unknown.
Li Baiyi was lying under the big willow tree.
A deep sleep!
…
In a small mountain village.
When Lin Huang was about to leave, he heard more and more bustling sounds outside the courtyard. And Lin Huang also felt a lot of tyrannical aura.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, then slowly walked into the courtyard.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he felt that all eyes were directed towards him. Although there was not much murderous intention, they were full of hostility.
The news that Lin Huang and Beitang Xiu fainted at the entrance of the village had already spread throughout the village.
Everyone naturally knew that Lin Huang was an outsider.
They also knew that this little-known boy could actually make Beitang Xiu faint by some means.
Beitang show......
That is the person who is the guardian of the village.
Feeling the hostility of the crowd, Lin Huang straightened his back. After taking a deep breath, he walked towards the crowd to leave the village.
"We can't let him leave... we have to kill him!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke, not shouting or inciting, just talking about one thing calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man also walked out.
He was shirtless, and there was still dirt in his feet. He was carrying a hoe, blocking the way to the forest wasteland.
Lin Huang frowned and stepped back.
He felt in the person in front of him... the realm of the Martial Saint!
Is this a village freak?
Anyone who walks out has the realm of a martial saint.
"Ahem..."
At this moment, Beitang Xiu walked out of the room. He glanced at the middle-aged farmer at the door of the courtyard and said calmly: "Let's all disperse!"
"no!"
The middle-aged man carrying the hoe became stubborn, and when he dropped the hoe with his bare feet, he was about to smash Lin Huang's head.
A clanging sound.
Before Lin Huang could make a move, the hoe was grabbed by Beitang Xiu, "Can't you hear what I said... Afterwards, I will go to some old people to explain!"
"There has never been a stranger in the village! Our ancestors also left rules and no outsiders were allowed to leave alive!"
Outside the courtyard, a tall and round aunt stood up. She held a spatula in one hand and said, "Beitangxiu, you are so kind to a woman, even worse than me. How can you protect the great god!"
"Why not, just sacrifice him to the great god! Kill two birds with one stone!"
Someone suggested.
Beitangxiu frowned more and more, and then coughed violently, "When will I, Beitangxiu, run out of things to do?"
"Beitangxiu, even though you are a descendant of the Beitang lineage, rules are rules. We are not targeting anyone in this matter. We are just following the will of our ancestors. If this child has evil intentions, let everyone know when he gets out.
We all know this, do you want your Beitang lineage to be completely cut off, and do you want the entire clan in the vast ocean to be buried with you just because of your slightest thought?"
Among the crowd, an old man stood up, holding a cane in his hand, scolding Beitangxiu tremblingly. Then he continued:
"Even if I'm waiting to die, it doesn't matter. But if the great god dies, you and I... will become sinners through the ages!"
In the courtyard, Lin Huang's mind became increasingly tense.
With just a few people fanning the flames, he felt several powerful rings of murderous thoughts surrounding him, ready to strike him with a thunderous blow at any time.
Beitangxiu, on the other hand, clenched his fists and turned blue with anger.
He knew that here, he was not even a nominal leader. He just carried the glory of the guardian god.
If Lin Huang were not here, everyone would respect him.
But Lin Huang's appearance...has violated the village's rules.
Lin Huang had lost the opportunity to leave before, but now it was no longer entirely his decision to leave.
"Woo..."
Just as everyone was confronting each other, an astonishing roar suddenly sounded in the small mountain village.
That voice was full of pain and violence.
Lin Huang frowned slightly. Listening to that voice, his thinking was in a trance for a moment.
"Great God... Great God has revived!"
Suddenly someone spoke, his face full of surprise.
The people who were originally paying attention to Lin Huang also changed their expressions at this moment and looked towards the ancestral temple in the mountain village.
Lin Huang's mind moved slightly, and he became increasingly curious.
...What exactly is the great god that everyone calls him?
However, Lin Huang's curiosity suddenly stopped. Because, he heard someone shouting loudly:
"The great god must replenish his soul when he revives. Send this boy to the ancestral temple and offer sacrifices to the great god!"