The master has an order, and the disciple should obey it!

On the space ferry, Lin Huang turned his head to look at Lu Donghuang, and a bright smile gradually appeared on his face.

Then Lin Huang let out a long roar, and his body rose from the ground, crashing headlong towards the silver space barrier above his head.

Rumble!

In the spatial passage, a roaring sound sounded violently.

On the ferry, before Lu Donghuang could react, Lin Huang had already disappeared. Looking at the violently fluctuating space at the moment, and the blood falling above his head, Lu Donghuang frowned violently, and the color behind him changed greatly, and then he slashed through the void with one palm and chased after Lin Huang.

......

Eight hundred miles away from HRE City, the tomb of the concubine!

Surrounded by mountains.

A mountain is like a dragon lying cross-legged, lying prone on the earth.

A flash like a tiger raising its head, entrenched in the mountains and rivers.

The other two mountains, one in front and one behind, stand side by side, like a gateway arch guard, guarding the mausoleum inside.

Beyond the giant mountains on all sides, it is surrounded by long rivers.

At this moment, Beilin Weiyang was standing on the top of one of the mountains, looking boredly at the inside and outside of the mountain.

Beyond the mountain is a wasteland of a flat river.

Inside the mountain, there is the inconspicuous tomb of the concubine.

The concubine's tomb is not high, but about three zhang.

From a distance, it was nothing more than a mound.

Not even a single monument.

It is far inferior to the princely tombs of the mundane world.

At this moment, around the concubine's tomb, there are eight appraisers from the Beilin Prison, standing in eight directions, each holding a compass in their hands, and a dazzling light emerges from the compass, which seems to be suppressing something in the concubine's tomb.

In addition to the eight life masters, there are hundreds of people from Beilin Prison around the concubine's tomb. Each of them was holding a pickaxe and digging the grave of the concubine.

It's just a mound three zhang high, but it seems to be poured with molten iron, which makes the people of the Beilin Prison who can reach the realm of hundreds of martial marquis dig for three hours, and only one gap is opened.

The moment the gap appeared, blood-colored spring water flowed inside.

"Sure enough, it's a treasure of feng shui!"

Looking at the blood-colored spring water bubbling out of the tomb, Bei Lin Weiyang pulled up his sleeve robe and slowly spoke. Then, Beilin Weiyang moved his gaze to the void, "The person I'm waiting for, why haven't you come yet...... Doesn't this seem like the king is very faceless?"

Before Beilin Weiyang's voice fell, there was a long rainbow in the void carrying the wind and clouds.

"Huh?"

Beilin Weiyang frowned, and then stood up, "It's not exquisite, I actually let Jun Qicheng come...... Do you think that I was only born in Beilin Prison and dare not kill Jun Chengcheng?"

After just a few breaths, the Changhong that came rapidly in the void paused, and the wind and clouds dissipated, revealing a red-clothed shadow, which was Jun Qicheng.

I saw Jun Chengcheng dressed in red, holding a three-foot Qingfeng, staring at Beilin Weiyang with fierce eyes, scolding in a coquettish voice, heroic and unparalleled, "Beilin Weiyang, come to fight!"

Bei Lin Weiyang smiled slightly, and between his hands, he stepped into the sky step by step, staring at Jun Chengcheng with a smile, "Why, Lin Huang is a turtle with a shrunken head, and he doesn't dare to fight, so you come to fight with me......?" I'm disappointed in him."

"Kill you, you don't need Brother Lin Huang!"

Jun Chengcheng stared at Beilin Weiyang with his eyes like torches.

"You're really a lawless little lady, I don't dare to kill you because you were born in the Xingtian Temple?

Beilin Weiyang walked casually in the void, his voice was gentle, but his eyes were extremely cold, "Die for the ethereal love...... Tsk, the women in this world are really as stupid as pigs! As everyone knows, you are just playthings that men use to vent their desires!"

Jun Chengcheng's face gradually became cold, and the murderous aura around her body became more and more intense, and she felt extremely disgusted when she said more to Beilin Weiyang at this moment.

"Huh...... I'm just stating a fact. People in the world always like illusory surfaces and sweet words, and they always deceive themselves by covering their ears and stealing bells...... How sad it is! If you don't believe it, this young master will prove it to you, how you think you will rely on your whole life will not be saved in death! And I, only give you and him half an hour!"

As he spoke, Bei Lin Weiyang's arm waved suddenly, and the manic aura around him swept out like a river and sea. And behind him, a holy angel body gradually appeared, ten feet high, with snow-white wings on its back, waving, crushing the wind and clouds.

"Kill!"

In the void, Beilin Weiyang scolded, and the whole person instantly rushed out and killed Jun Qicheng.

"Killing Kendo!"

The long sword of Jun Qicheng swirled, and the hideous murderous aura rolled up, and the three-foot green blade pierced through the clouds like blood-colored thunder, stabbing towards Beilin Weiyang.

Bang!

In an instant, an earth-shattering bang rang out in the void.

Only between the collision between the long sword in Jun Chengcheng's hand and the voice of the angel, Jun Chengcheng's posture suddenly shook, and the real person flew out directly, spitting blood.

And Beilin Weiyang only took three steps back, and then stood up calmly.

He looked at Jun Chengcheng who flew out upside down, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Although you and I are tied for the Nine Great Divine Sons of the Continent, the gap between us is not calculated like this. You can't even block the punch of the two-winged Seraph, why are you fighting with this young master!"

Before Beilin Weiyang's words fell, Jun Chengcheng in the void had already raised his sword to kill again. The pale little face was full of determination, and the sword light in his hand was like a dragon, mixed with the power of the years.

"Hmm...... Slowing down?"

Beilin Weiyang felt the movement in his hand, and then smiled slightly, "Isn't it great to be able to control the years and slow down the flow of time? Angel Purification!"

When Beilin Weiyang's voice fell, the Seraphic Angel behind him gave birth to wings again, and he saw the four-winged Seraphic Angel waving his arm, and a dazzling white light suddenly fell from the sky, covering a hundred feet. And the moment the white light purified by the angel appeared, the power of the years in the entire space was completely slashed.

Jun Chengcheng's complexion changed suddenly, but at this moment, he had no time to make a move, so he could only kill Beilin Weiyang headlong.

Bang.

Looking at the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him, Beilin Weiyang's understated punch landed on Jun Qingcheng's shoulder, making a thudding sound, directly crushing the latter's shoulder bone.

"How's that punch going?"

Looking at Jun Chengcheng, who was knocked away again, Beilin Weiyang stepped forward and followed Jun Chengcheng like a ghost, with a demonic smile on his face, "Your appearance is just a mantis arm as a car, if this young master is not bored to wait, he will not bother to fight with you at all!"

As soon as Beilin Weiyang's voice fell, Jun Qicheng turned around and killed again.

Rumble!

There was another loud bang in the void, and Jun Qicheng retreated a thousand feet again.

Beilin Weiyang clapped his palms, "Fighting with this young master, don't say the gap between the realm and the martial soul, the killing technique of the Xingtian Temple was half cracked when this king was seven years old." What sword of judgment, what killing sword, what age martial spirit, it's nothing more than that! And you...... How much do you know about this young master!"

Jun Chengcheng was silent, but raised his sword again to kill Beilin Weiyang.

As Beilin Weiyang said, in the hands of Jun Qicheng, the killing techniques of the Xingtian Temple appeared one by one, but they were all cracked by Beilin Weiyang one by one. The latter was dressed in a holy and immaculate four-winged seraphim, like a god falling into the world, and every time he punched, he could knock the general into the air.

And at this moment, outside the four mountains of the concubine's tomb, the three sects and five mansions and many good deeds also appeared, and they looked at the scene in the void with shocked expressions.

They couldn't have imagined at all that although Beilin Weiyang and Jun Chengcheng were both the Nine Divine Sons of the Continent, when they fought, the gap was so big. No matter how Jun Chengcheng attacked, he was completely crushed by Beilin Weiyang's punch.

The red-clothed shadow in the void seemed to never be Beilin Weiyang's opponent......