In the void, in front of the little black dragon, a blue storm swept over, the billowing clouds and smoke spiraled, and in just a moment, it appeared less than ten feet away from everyone.
"Martial Saint?"
Lin Huang frowned slightly, and immediately stood on top of the black dragon's head in the front, his left hand already hidden in his sleeves, and said in a thunderous voice: "May I ask why you are blocking the road?"
"nameless!"
The green storm swirled, and a mysterious body voice came from within, but the latter was never seen.
Um?
Lin Huang frowned slightly, and the little black dragon at his feet had already arched its body, full of powerful energy, ready to strike with all its strength at any time.
The instant sword in Lin Huang's sleeve robe was already three inches out of its sheath.
now……
Lin Huang could think that most of the people blocking his path were people from the four ancient tribes!
It's just that it's not that simple to suppress him at the level of a martial saint.
The people behind Lin Huang were also ready to go.
At this moment, in the green storm, a mask formed by a blue whirlwind suddenly flew towards the forest wasteland, like an ancient beast biting the forest wasteland.
Lin Huang frowned, waved his big sleeves, and immediately brushed away the ferocious mask, and lowered his voice by half a minute, "Thirteen Kills with Earth Characters?"
In Qingsi Storm, there was no positive response, but he just said: "Ninth Kill asked me to tell you, after leaving the ancient battlefield, go to Zhongzhou, he will be waiting for you there!"
Um?
Lin Huang gave a puzzled hum, sheathed the Mosha knife in his sleeve robe, and began to think about it in his heart.
Zhongzhou is the Zhongtian Divine Realm!
The most central area of the entire continent...
There, there was the Haoran Academy of the Zuojia Ming Sect.
There is also the Xuantian Divine Clan.
And the ninth kill mentioned by Cyan Storm should be... Pei Xiufu!
"I wonder where your Excellency is..."
"This is not a question that smart people should ask!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, then nodded, "I already know the news!"
As soon as Lin Huang finished speaking, the green storm quickly disappeared.
Along with it, a strand of long hair from Lin Huang's shoulders fell in the wind.
Lin Huang's expression suddenly changed.
The other party actually cut off his own hair without any awareness of it. If he wanted to cut off his own head, it would be easy.
For a moment, Lin Huang felt that the movement of his hand hidden in his sleeve was a bit funny.
Maybe the other party has already seen through it.
Fortunately, the opponent is the Earth Character Thirteen Killer and is not an enemy.
"The ninth killer with the word "地"?"
"Who is it?"
Situ Huangfen and Bai Xiaopang asked one after another.
"Mr. Pei!"
Lin Huang gathered the line to transmit the message, but then he frowned.
Why did Mr. Pei suddenly go to Zhongzhou?
Do you still want to let yourself go?
The latter has stayed in Qingtianwu Mansion for most of his life, why did he suddenly leave...
"Shall we go to Zhongzhou?"
Situ Huangfen asked, his eyes gleaming with light.
Zhongzhou!
It is the place where martial arts is most prosperous in the entire continent.
There is the legendary Xuantian Clan.
There are warriors from all over the world who have believed in the Zhongzhou martial arts altar for tens of thousands of years. Those who can reach the top of the martial arts altar can be regarded as outstanding figures in the world.
In addition, there are countless martial arts sects and aristocratic families.
There are many parties.
There are strong men running amok, and countless formation masters have been named honored guests!
There is a vast range of martial arts, and you can see many powerful martial arts on the martial soul list.
…
There is a paradise for warriors!
"Go back to Qingtian Martial Mansion!"
"Go back to Wu Mansion quickly!"
At this moment, Lin Huang and Song Changling spoke at the same time. As they finished speaking, the little black dragon suddenly let out a roar that shook the mountains and rivers, and its mighty and huge body disappeared directly into the sky, crossing the space and heading towards the Qingtian Martial Palace.
.
"Didn't you tell me you were going to Zhongzhou? Why are you going back to Qingtianwu Mansion?"
Bai Xiaopang jumped up on the little black dragon. His grandma's. There are many warriors in Zhongzhou, so there must be many such good-looking young ladies. Bai Xiaopang has already begun to daydream about the future.
Unexpectedly, there were two things that didn't make sense.
Lin Huang didn't explain much, and kept his brows furrowed.
If he alone felt something was wrong, it might just be an illusion. But Song Changling also felt something was wrong, which was unusual.
"Qingtian Wufu... something must have happened!"
Song Changling lowered his voice and said, "The ancient battlefield has opened. There are elders from the three sects and five mansions accompanying the disciples, except for the Qingtian Martial Mansion. The people of heaven and earth are killed three times in three words. They are all dragons that see the beginning but not the end. If
How could he show up so easily when nothing major happened, just to tell Lin Huang to go to Zhongzhou?"
"Let us go to Zhongzhou, but we won't be allowed to return to Qingtianwu Mansion!"
Song Changling explained his thoughts.
"Sit tight!"
Lin Huang reminded the people at his feet, then squatted down and patted the black dragon's head, "Xiao Hei!"
Suddenly, the black dragon roared again, speeding up again, like a shuttle rushing forward through the silver space barrier, towards the Qingtian Martial Palace.
…
When Lin Huang and others rushed to Qingtian Martial Mansion frantically.
Eastern Emperor Territory.
Outside a space ferry flowing with silver light, three figures suddenly appeared.
The leader of the group is dressed in white and is as beautiful as snow.
The blue hair is like ink.
His eyes were soft and his expression was calm. Under the glow of the setting sun, he gave people a unique feeling, like white clouds or an abyss.
Among the bustling crowd and countless warriors coming one after another, he looked very weak.
However, anyone can quickly see him as long as they look into the sea of people.
He didn't say a word, didn't make a move, but he could not be ignored by anyone.
“It’s more lively than I thought!”
The young man in white gathered up his snow-white cloak decorated with bright red mandala flowers and said softly.
Behind the young man in white, there is a young man wearing a green cloak.
He was completely wrapped in a cloak, so tightly that no one could see him. He was just a soul.
And on the back of the young man in green cloak, there was an old woman.
Her body was thin and withered, like a withered crabapple flower. Her face was wrinkled and covered with deep and shallow wrinkles. Her long hair was the color of frost white.
The old woman didn't know whether she passed out or fell into a deep sleep, making it impossible to know that she was still blind.
No one would know that just a few years ago, she was a beautiful girl.
"Aning..."
The young man in green cloak stooped a little to make the old woman behind him feel more comfortable, "We are out of the Eastern Spirit Realm, I will make you feel better!"
"I want... I want steamed buns... my head..."
Behind the green cloak, the old woman said intermittently with an angry voice.
The young man's figure suddenly trembled, and his eyes were suddenly filled with tears of the soul. He still remembered that before he met Yan Zangfeng, he would grab a few white-faced steamed buns every day, which would make the dirty girl behind him look extremely bright.
smile.
That smile was the sunshine that illuminated his life in countless dark years.
"It's...cold..."
The old woman suddenly coughed violently.
The young man suddenly felt some warmth on his back, and his heart ached even more, knowing that the woman was vomiting blood again.
The young man in white took off his cloak and put it on the old woman. There was a look of regret in his eyes, "Find a place to stay first. You take care of Aning. I'll go and see how to get to Taixuan Territory!"
The three people, among the slightly crowded crowd, slowly left the ferry connecting to Dongling Realm.
Before they could find a place to stay, they suddenly stopped when they passed a stone arch bridge on both sides of a large river.
In front of the three of them, at the top of the stone bridge, stood a monk wearing snow-white monk robes.
The monk looked at the rolling river in front of him, so that the young man in white could only see the monk's profile.
Handsome.
It's so beautiful that it's almost eerie.
The young man in white turned his head and glanced at the young man in green cloak, and secretly compared the two of them to see which one was the evil one who shamed thousands of women in the world.
The monk in white didn't have any beads in his hand.
But there was a jug of wine.
The other hand of the monk in white is holding a bright red and delicate oil-paper umbrella in this extremely clear weather.
Um?
The expression of the young man in white suddenly changed, "A monk holding an umbrella is lawless..."