In the void, Xue Tianjun held the golden skeleton with an excited expression.
However, the skeleton showed no reaction at all.
After all, he is a person who has been dead for thousands of years, and his bones are left in the world, but there is no trace of his intelligence.
Seeing this scene, the white-clothed Holy Emperor of the Xuantian God Clan in the void frowned deeply and finally confirmed the origin of the golden skeleton.
——Lu Shuai, Lu Shenzhou!
The leader of the Xuanwu tribe of Zuojiaming sect.
Then, the mysterious magic from the white-clothed Holy Emperor surged out from his body, condensing into a dazzling spear, and whizzed towards the golden skeleton.
"roll!"
Xue Tianjun was instantly furious.
Just as he roared fiercely, a Meng Zhang Divine Sword suddenly came out of its sheath and headed towards the Holy Emperor in white.
Then, Xue Tianjun stood up, stared ahead with cold eyes, and said in a low voice full of cruelty, "You dog of the gods, do you really think that I, Xue Tianjun, don't exist?"
The Holy Emperor in white frowned, with a sneer on his face, "Xue Tianjun, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"
As soon as the words fell, several huge auras suddenly appeared in the world. For a moment, the light shone, and figures appeared around Xue Tianjun in a radius of a hundred miles.
There are eight ways!
"I wonder if Divine Monarch Meng Zhang, the leader of the White Tiger Tribe, who was seriously injured in that battle a thousand years ago... can still escape from death in our hands!"
The Holy Emperor in white sneered and paced in the sky with his hands behind his hands, "Master Tianshu's calculation is indeed good. Killing the Qingtianwu Mansion will inevitably attract the strong men of the Zuojia Ming Sect who have been hiding for thousands of years. It's just...
The result was even more surprising than we imagined. I didn't expect that Lu Shenzhou's body would be hidden here, and you, Xue Tianjun, would be forced to show up!"
"I couldn't die back then, and I can't die today! I have Wang Yifeng in front of me, and Li Baiyi behind me. Who is he, Emperor Tianshu, worthy of scheming?"
Xue Tianjun snorted coldly, and just as Meng Zhang swung the magic sword, a fantasy white tiger suddenly appeared behind him, majestic and majestic, like a mountain in the Nine Heavens.
That's still a tiger with nipples.
However, it is majestic and domineering. With his roar and hiss, it causes the mountains and rivers to turmoil, wind and thunder bursts, and a wild sea of thunder is set off around the body. If you enter it, you will die!
"He is worthy of being the divine Lord Meng Zhang who wears the white tiger destiny... However, the white tiger back then has passed away, and now it is just a breast tiger holding up the facade. I don't know if it will die like a wild dog!"
The Holy Emperor in white sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he started to kill Xue Tianjun. At the same time, the seven Holy Emperors surrounding Xue Tianjun also rushed away like thunder.
…
The mysterious realm of Taixuan.
When Xue Tianjun was alone in the sky above the Qingtian Martial Mansion, fighting against the eight holy emperors of the Xuantian Divine Clan, Lin Huang was still in the Taiji battlefield.
At this time, Bai Xiaopang's inner demon also followed Lin Huang.
But the soul in Little Fatty Bai had already left the ancient battlefield and returned to his physical body after experiencing the endless abyss!
In a dark secret room.
Little Fatty Bai was playing with the big white cat and the little turtle in boredom, feeling lonely and worried. Next to him, Song Changling, who was full of sour smells, woke up. Little Fatty Bai was so disgusted that he didn't want to talk to him.
The entire secret room had been sealed when everyone left.
Bai Xiaopang listened to the movement outside the secret room, his heart was like a cat's paw, he wished he could go out and fight for three hundred rounds with those who broke into the Taixuan secret realm.
Buzz.
While Fatty Bai was in a daze, the little turtle carrying the big white cat on his back and crawling slowly shivered all over and made a buzzing sound.
Fatty Bai frowned, "You are carrying a turtle shell, why are you shaking? Are you afraid of the cold or something like that!"
The little turtle shuddered again.
Then it suddenly accelerated its speed and ran on its four short legs, even faster than a rabbit. In just a few breaths, it hit the wall of the secret room with its head.
"You idiot!"
Little Fatty Bai cursed and laughed, holding his fat body, trying to pick up the little turtle and teach him a lesson.
However, when he walked to the corner, he found the little turtle...
...gone!
Fatty Bai immediately grabbed his chin with both hands, his face full of surprise.
…
Corpse Stairs.
The forest wilderness has climbed up again, and the fragile soul is like a flickering candle in the wind, which seems to be extinguished at any time.
In the murderous aura that filled the sky, the soul was riddled with holes countless times, and was forcibly blended together by Lin Huang countless times.
At this moment, Lin Huang felt like he was back at the foot of the thousand-foot cliff, with his weak body facing the torrent of ice thousands of feet, suffering unspeakably.
When Lin Huang reached nine thousand eight hundred steps, he stopped again.
The broken soul has become extremely illusory, and if he goes any further, he is afraid that he will really die. He must stop and let the soul power recover before he can continue climbing.
"Brother Lin Huang..."
At this moment, Jun Qingcheng's voice suddenly sounded in Lin Huang's ears.
Lin Huang suddenly turned his head and saw Jun Qingcheng's figure suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs, coming in a hurry.
The girl's face is as beautiful as the snow, so stunning that it makes people enchanted. She is dressed in red clothes and looks particularly lively. She is holding a pink peach blossom in her hand, half-hiding her face, and staring playfully at the forest wasteland.
Lin Huang was a little surprised, and then walked towards Jun Qingcheng, but before he took two steps, he stopped, his brows slightly furrowed, and his voice was cold:
"I have successfully understood the ruthless way of heaven, and yet I still want to confuse my mind?!"
As soon as Lin Huang finished speaking, he had already drawn the Zhan Li Jue.
The moment Lin Huang drew his sword, Jun Qingcheng's figure disappeared on the stairs. The next moment, Jun Qingcheng came like thunder and appeared in front of Lin Huang.
That peach blossom had already turned into a sharp sword, carrying the aura of destruction and heading towards Lin Huang's soul body.
However……
When the tip of the sword was only three inches away from Lin Huang's eyebrows, it suddenly stopped.
It’s not that Jun Qingcheng is soft-hearted.
But she can't take another step forward!
On Jun Qingcheng's chest and abdomen, against the instant knife, blood gurgled down his clothes...
Gradually, Jun Qingcheng's body turned into clouds and smoke, slowly dissipating into the void.
"Ahem!"
Lin Huang coughed slightly. Now his soul was already broken. If he forcibly killed the restored feelings in his heart, it would be even worse!
On the stairs, Lin Huang crossed his legs and started to rest his soul.
"Xiaohuang..."
At this moment, Huang Lingsha's voice suddenly sounded in Lin Huang's ears.
Lin Huang raised his head indifferently, looking at the gentle and compassionate figure in front of him, with a murderous look on his face.
The next moment, Lin Huang drew his knife and came out...
Not long after, Lin Huang heard voices again, one after another.
"younger brother!"
"My child..."
"Xiaohuang!"
"Lin Huang!"
…
Along with the sounds coming one after another, figures appeared one after another on the corpse stairs.
Lin Cangxue.
Lin Taiqing.
Pei Xiufu.
Xie Qinghou.
Lu Han.
…
Those people came one after another, but Lin Huang remained unmoved from the beginning to the end, with an increasingly murderous and violent aura on his face as he swung out his sword one after another.
Then, the people who appeared on the corpse stairs disappeared one after another like clouds of smoke.
finally……
There is no one on the corpse stairs anymore.
Lin Huang was coughing violently. His body had become extremely illusory and could go out at any time. After using up his last bit of strength, Lin Huang sat down cross-legged and continued to rest.
…
However.
Lin Huang couldn't concentrate for more than a quarter of an hour when a gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Lin Huang to stand up suddenly. In an instant, both his sword and Zhanli Jue were unsheathed.