Time is like flowing water, only inadvertently, it is rushing.

In just a few days, the battle for the chief of the Drifting Snow Palace has entered the battle of the top sixteen, and the top ten of its inner disciples are also about to be born.

Lu Han held the Axiu golden gun in his hand and slowly stepped into the Xuanyuan Mansion.

And in the snowy forbidden land, Lin Huang hunted in bloody clothes, held the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand, and left the Demon Beast Prison scarred.

Behind him, there were the corpses of demon beasts, thousands of them, stacked on top of each other to form a small mountain.

The void was filled with the smell of blood.

Lin Huang looked up at the space in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and after straightening out the messy green silk, he stepped in.

......

At this time, among the vast mountains, a large hall appeared at some point.

The main hall presents a bright red color, located on the top of ten thousand mountains, like a huge and fierce giant beast crawling, looking at the Dongling earth with teeth and claws, making people daunted.

Outside the main hall, countless blood robes stood quietly, and a cold aura emanated out, enveloping the entire majestic mountain peak like a rain curtain, making the entire mountain exude a murderous aura.

At this moment, a blue-shirted young man stepped into the blood-colored giant hall with a compass in his hand.

Inside the giant hall, there was nothing. Only a few huge pillars support the entire hall, and the crow pattern is engraved on the huge pillars, and the blood-red figure reveals infinite killing power.

Above the main hall is the throne of the blood raven.

Above the throne, a cloud of blood wriggled.

"You're the Genius?"

In the blood water, a cold breath suddenly emerged. Even though it didn't have any form, it also sent chills down the back of the god machine, and he felt that a pair of terrifying eyes were peeking at him in the dark.

"Naturally!"

With a wave of his robe, he smiled slightly proudly on his handsome face, and said, "I don't know which prince in the Blood Spirit Hall Your Excellency is?"

"Truly...... Since the son of the god machine is rich and proficient in the celestial phenomena, doesn't he know who Ben Hou is?"

In that bloody water, there was a terrifying laughter.

The Divine Machine Boy smiled conceitedly, "There are four major blood marquis in the Blood Spirit Palace, among which the blood marquis has been destroyed. Then what appeared at this moment was naturally the weakest Blood Spirit Marquis among the remaining three Martial Marquis!"

The blood surged rapidly, and then suddenly headed towards the Divine Machine......

The god machine smiled and did not dodge.

When the blood water pierced into the eyebrows of the god machine boy, it stopped instantly, suspended in the void, and a sharp voice came from within it: "It's really a sharp-toothed boy, I don't know if the compass in your hand has your mouth powerful?"

"Try it and you'll know!"

The Divine Machine Boy smiled coldly, and continued: "This Childe can help you find the Eastern Spirit Dragon Vein, and even help you find several other detentions that seal the Yin Yang Valley!"

"Tell me about your purpose!"

Blood Spirit Hou said with a smile.

"There's a relic in the Eastern Spirit Realm, I need to get it!"

The god machine boy said bluntly.

"Relic?

Blood Spirit Marquis asked suspiciously.

"You don't have to worry about anything, just wait for Ben Gongzi to find the relic, and the Blood Spirit Hall must help Ben Gongzi get it", Shenji Gongzi sneered.

In the void, the ball of blood was not flowing, as if it was thinking.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the voice of the Blood Spirit Hou was heard in the blood water: "This condition is doubtful, if you want this Hou to promise you, it's simple, find the dragon vein first!"

"As long as you find the dragon vein, Ben Hou will believe in your ability, otherwise ......"

"Deal!"

The god machine smiled slightly, his face showed a strong confidence, and the compass in his hand began to exude a mysterious light, and then said: "It is said that you have a scroll of mountains and rivers, which can be handed over to this son!"

"That mountain and river scroll is not necessarily real!"

Blood Spirit Marquis.

The Divine Machine Boy smiled proudly, "Even if it's fake, it still has the value of its existence! As long as I, Xue Shenji, am here, it will be easy to cut off the detention of Yin Yang Valley!"

......

Xuanyuan Mansion!

Qin Xuance sat cross-legged in the courtyard, looking at the three shining compasses in front of him, and then looked up at the stars under the night sky, his eyebrows condensed slightly, and then chuckled.

"How dare you disturb the stars of the Eastern Spirit Realm? I don't know what you are capable of, enemy Qin Xuance!"

After speaking, Qin Xuance commanded ten times, turning the three compasses suspended in the air in front of him, and between the white clothes flying, there was a scholar's arrogant and domineering momentum permeating out.

......

In the snowy forbidden land, Lin Huangpan has been sitting in the Yuan Qi Prison for six days.

After six days of struggle, the restless vitality in Lin Huang's body finally calmed down. The young man waved his palm and felt the rich vitality of the void, a slight look of disappointment.

When he stepped into the Yuan Qi Prison, the surrounding Yuan Qi frantically poured into his body, causing the Yuan Qi in his body to rage like a fierce beast.

Coupled with the vain realm of Lin Huang, the vitality in his body is becoming more and more manic, and he simply treats Lin Huang's body as a fighting ring.

Fortunately, at the last moment, the Heavenly Shura in his body let out a roar, and the evil qi in it swept out of the Xuanhai Sea, and only then did he suppress the raging vitality in his body.

What disappointed Lin Huang was that he entered Baoshan and returned empty-handed.

If he entered here in a good state, and there was no vanity in the realm, he could completely use the Yuan Qi Hell to impact the two small heavy heavens.

But the maximum limit he can do now is to stabilize the realm of the Earth Yuan Seventh Heaven.

If you want to go further, it's impossible.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang sighed even more in his heart, realizing that he had missed the realm of the Three Heavens.

The Xuanling Pill has the effect of breaking through the realm and the two heavens.

At that time, Lin Huang was chased and killed by the Bloody Cloth Marquis, and he had to break through the realm of life and death, causing the power of the Xuanling Pill to be wasted eight or nine times out of ten, and only broke through the realm of one heaven.

It also caused his own realm to be vain.

And entering the Yuan Qi Prison in the Snowy Forbidden Land, as long as you can withstand the pain of the Yuan Qi raging, you can enter the two heavens again.

Lin Huang could not break through because of the vain realm, so he could only stabilize the current realm.

In this way, the realm of the Triple Heaven was wasted by the forest wilderness.

"Hey......"

Lin Huang sighed and shook his head, got up and walked towards the Martial Law Prison.

When he stepped into the Martial Law Prison, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and Lin Huang then entered a martial arts space.

In the space, the momentum is like mountains, rivers, thunder and rivers, magnificent and boundless.

Lin Huang opened his eyes, only to see that the void around him was full of sword rays, full of knife marks, long arrows chasing souls for ten miles, fist marks covered with mountains and rocks, and snowflakes falling all over the sky.

"It's ......"

Lin Huang was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, he didn't expect that the Martial Law Prison was not as dangerous as he imagined, or even without any danger.

The sword rays, knife marks, arrow shadows, and fist prints in this space are all used for the martial artist's perception.

Martial Law Prison, the place of understanding martial arts.

In this space, Lin Huang felt the hegemony.

Just when Lin Huang was overjoyed, an old voice suddenly sounded in the space, "Only after understanding a martial art can you get out of the martial law prison."

Lin Huang smiled slightly, and then smiled slightly, although he was not a genius like Lin Cangxue, but it was not too difficult for him to understand a martial art.

When Lin Huang sat down cross-legged, the surrounding environment changed again, and many previous martial arts such as sword rays and fist shadows all dissipated......

There are only two remaining martial arts:

In the void where the snow is flying, there is an overlord who comes down from the mountain, sweeps in all directions, and rules over half of the world.

On the other half of the country, there is an emperor, stepping on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, hanging the sword of the royal road at his waist, and ruling the world with his hands!

Br!

Wang Tu!

Lin Huang's eyes stared, and he instantly recognized the martial arts represented by the two figures, one was the hegemony and the other was the king.

Together, it is the king of the hegemony!

And the hegemony of martial arts, Lin Huang has long been cultivated.

As for Wang Tu, Lin Huang saw the Mo brothers use it.

It's just that Wang Tu dominates the industry, and it can't be integrated into one to cultivate, otherwise the two completely different breaths will collide, and the powerhouse of the Wuhou Realm will also die.

Since Lin Huang has cultivated the hegemony, he can no longer cultivate Wang Tu.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang smiled slightly, this martial law prison could no longer trap him, because ...... His comprehension of hegemony has long been more than halfway.

In the illusory martial arts prison, Lin Huang held the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand, and the hegemony slashed out.

In the martial arts prison, the snow bright sword flashed, accompanied by a roaring sound, like an overlord descending the mountain and slashing the Quartet.

Well?

However, there was no change in the Martial Law Prison after the sword, and the hegemony that was cut out was like a stone sinking into the sea, without setting off the slightest wave.

"Hegemony can't split the martial law prison?"

Lin Huang's brows gradually furrowed, looking at the overlord in the heavy snow, and the emperor, his mind was condensed and swirling, and finally his eyes fell on the emperor, and muttered:

"Could it be that you still need to understand Wang Tu?"

(End of chapter)