When Luo Binghong heard this, he immediately became furious and shouted loudly to Zong Yuehe:
"Zong Yuehe, why do you go to so much trouble to seize the position of the leader of the Soul-Destroying Altar?
Just attack me! Am I still afraid of you?
You should try to see who can destroy whose mansion today!"
"Damn it, this old immortal is bullying people too much, kill him!"
Among the crowd, the group of demon cultivators brought by Zong Yuehe were instantly ignited with anger by these words, and then a group of people swarmed towards the Grand Elder's Mansion of Luo Binghong.
The two sides immediately started fighting each other inside and outside the mansion. In just the blink of an eye, more than a dozen cultivators fell into a pool of blood.
This melee between the two forces, Zong Yuehe, the chief helmsman of the Soul Destruction Altar, and Luo Binghong, the great elder of the Soul Destruction Altar, continued to spread and even spread to the entire Xuanhu City, eventually turning Xuanhu City into a smoke-filled city.
Huge battlefield.
Naturally, all these developments were planned by Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin deliberately used the blood shadow and the head of Zong Yuehe's son to arouse his rage, and then deliberately left his breath on the box while hiding himself in the great elder's mansion.
If the disaster is diverted to the east, Zong Yue will naturally be led here.
Originally, Zong Yuehe and Luo Binghong were vying for the position of the leader of the Soul Destruction Altar. They were already at odds with each other. All they needed was Han Jiulin to add fuel to the fire, and the two parties would immediately fight to the death.
Amidst the sounds of countless fighting, Han Jiulin quietly left the mansion with the help of the Hidden Breathing Technique.
The streets of Xuanhu City have now become a purgatory. There is no place where cultivators are not fighting each other. When countless magical powers and magic weapons clash, many cultivators die in each other's offensive almost every second.
under.
Seeing this situation, Zong Yuehe was already riding a tiger. He had not expected that the situation would develop into such a chaos. Originally, he only came to ask for an explanation for Han Jiulin, but who knew that the two sides would end up disagreeing with each other.
A big fight has been made.
Zong Yuehe knew better than anyone else that it was not the time for him to start a war with Luo Binghong at this moment, because there was still Miss Xinyu's forces in Xuanhu City who were coveting the position of the leader of the Soul Destruction Altar.
If he and Luo Binghong fight so hard that both sides suffer losses, then Miss Xinyu will definitely take the opportunity to take action and come to reap the benefits.
However, he came with a fierce momentum, and the heads of Xueying and Aiko were still on the birthday banquet. If he stopped fighting, not to mention Luo Binghong would not agree, even his subordinates would feel that he was cowardly.
With no other choice, Zong Yuehe had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue the war with Luo Binghong.
And now that the war has begun, Zong Yuehe and Luo Binghong, two strong men in the King's Realm, naturally started a fierce battle in a different space.
There is an unwritten rule in the Shenwu Continent. If king-level warriors fight with each other in the city, they must enter a different space to fight.
Otherwise, with the power of the magical power exerted by a strong man in the King's Realm, the entire city may be destroyed in less than an hour.
As for the outcome of this fierce battle, Han Jiulin didn't care at all. He used the Hidden Breathing Technique to walk to a secluded place, and then quietly summoned the Yaju cub from the Spirit Beast Book, and then prepared to go.
Demon Cult Headquarters Black Dragon Cliff.
As soon as Han Jiulin ran out of Xuanhu City, he saw a familiar figure standing in the woods not far away.
"Captain Meng Yuqing, what a coincidence, I meet you again."
Han Jiulin recognized the man's identity at a glance as Qin Linxi, so he quickly jumped off Yaizhen's back, stepped forward and spoke to Qin Linxi.
"Unfortunately, I stood here specially to wait for you," Qin Linxi said lightly.
"Did you cause the commotion in Xuanhu City?"
Qin Linxi asked after listening to the sounds of fighting coming from Xuanhu City not far away.
Han Jiulin said: "Isn't this a birthday surprise for the sect leader?
How about it? Isn’t it very spectacular?”
"What a spectacular piece of shit. You are such a troublemaker. You are really not afraid of death... You actually dared to send the head of Xueying and Zong Yue's beloved son to his birthday banquet. What do you think?"
Qin Linxi originally thought that Han Jiulin was staying in Xuanhu City just to play a prank, but unexpectedly he revealed such a big trap. Now not only Feihong Hou Mansion wanted to kill him, but even the Soul Destroyer Altar was absolutely determined to kill him.
I want to crush him to ashes.
Qin Linxi's head was full of black lines, and she continued: "I came here to remind you that someone has laid a lot of ambushes at Black Dragon Cliff, waiting for you to fall into a trap. You'd better not go to Black Dragon Cliff.
Go and die!”
Han Jiulin said: "Is it someone from Feihonghou Mansion who wants to kill me?"
Qin Linxi heard this but did not answer.
Han Jiulin then said: "If you don't speak, you are acquiescing."
"Why do you ask so many questions?
Anyway, once that person attacks you, you will never have any chance of survival! As long as you don’t go to Black Dragon Cliff and return to Prince Qinglong’s Mansion, even that person will never be able to do anything to you!"
Qin Linxi looked at Han Jiulin and said sternly.
Han Jiulin smiled and said: "Thank you very much, Miss Meng, for your kindness, but you don't know that the murder back then was of great significance to me. I must go on this trip."
"What's more, the news that I possess the Beiming Divine Art has spread throughout the Canglan Empire. There are countless people who want to kill me, and there is no less than one more person. However, Han Jiulin still thanks Miss Meng for coming to tell me this.
Okay, farewell."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Jiulin formed a pair of "golden wings" behind his back, fluttered up, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Qin Linxi stared at Han Jiulin's leaving figure for a long time, then sighed softly, but frowned.
"Junior sister, what you do like this really makes me, senior brother, feel chilled...and if Master knows about this, I'm afraid even senior brother and I won't be able to save your life!"
In the night, Huo Nenglang slowly walked out from behind the big tree on the side, looked at Qin Linxi and said with a sneer.
Upon hearing this, Qin Linxi suddenly clenched the spear in her hand, stared at Huo Fulang and said coldly: "You actually followed me?"
Huo Fulang said: "Originally, I was just suspicious, but I didn't expect that junior sister, you would really like Han Jiulin. What do you think makes him better than me?
Why do you like him?"
"What are you talking about!"
Qin Linxi held a spear and shouted sharply at Huo Fulang.
"Okay, since junior sister you have no feelings for that boy, then senior brother I will go and take off his head and reply to the master's order."
As soon as Huo Nenglang finished speaking, he raised his hand to summon a huge pterosaur that was more than fifty meters high. This pterosaur was a sixth-grade spiritual beast, the Flying Dragon. It had the power to destroy a hill with every move it made. It was undoubtedly a spiritual beast.