Only at the moment when the young man in white appeared, the dark void was dispelled by the dawn.

The black-line cage on the battlefield set itself on fire, and the terrifying blood sacrifice array quietly dried up. Together with the blood crows flying wildly, they all turned into powder inch by inch and disappeared with the wind.

In the cold shell, Lin Huang looked at the eleven figures that appeared in the void and was surprised.

The eleven figures were not entities, but phantoms. However, the power to suppress the entire battlefield with just one thought is enough to make people look sideways.

Everyone is full of mystical and unpredictable atmosphere.

The young man in white is even more mysterious as the sea, and the snow-white robe is painted with patterns of mountains, rivers and stars, revealing an ancient atmosphere.

In the blink of an eye, ten withered old men followed behind the white-clothed young man, stepping into the vast void and looking down at the people of the Blood Spirit Palace.

"I have been loess for two hundred years, but I didn't expect the Blood Spirit Hall to become such a climate!"

The white-clothed young man scolded, his eyes as clear as lightning staring at the Shuanghou of the Blood Spirit Palace.

"Who are you, dare to ruin the good deeds of my Blood Spirit Temple!"

The Blood Yin Marquis frowned and reprimanded, his body rapidly accumulating strength, suspended in the void, and looked at the white-clothed youth.

The white-clothed young man smiled calmly, stepped in the void, his eyes swept over the countless black-robed people, looking at the broken and blood-soaked earth, there was a slight desolation and anger between his eyebrows, only when he waved his sleeve, he pulled up a spirit banner and swept towards those black-robed people.

In the blink of an eye, the black-robed man who was swept by the spirit banner didn't have time to let out a miserable scream, and the transformation turned into a cloud of black smoke, and his life was extinct.

The young man in white threw out the spirit banner with one hand, patted his sleeve, and then stared at the Blood Yin Marquis, and said calmly:

"Xuanyuan is phaseless!"

The calm voice spread in the void, but it made the faces of countless strong people on the battlefield change greatly, looking at the white-clothed figure like the wind, with an incredible look on their faces.

The palm of the Blood Yin Hou was suddenly clenched into a fist, and the secret path was sure enough.

"Xuanyuan Mansion meets Lord Wuxiang!"

Zhao Huangtu flew up, representing the people of Xuanyuan Mansion, and bowed to the white-clothed young man in the air.

In the cold body, Lin Huang was also shocked.

Xuanyuan Wuxiang, known as the most powerful critic in the Eastern Spirit Realm for thousands of years. More than two hundred years ago, after Cao Yangming unlocked the Land of Dragons, it was this person who summoned the ten major masters of the Eastern Spirit Realm to build the Land of the Locked Dragon.

And the eight golden locks that sealed the Yin Yang Valley were also from this person's hand.

At the beginning, Xuanyuan Wuxiang wanted to annihilate the Yin Yang Valley eternally in the void, but in the end, he was killed by Cao Yangming, and he was only one step away from complete success.

Lin Huang looked at the ten withered old men behind Xuanyuan Wuxiang, thinking that they were the ten great masters of life two hundred years ago.

"You haven't stepped into the realm of the Martial King, your body has long been ancient, how can your soul remain?"

The Blood Yin Hou asked gloomily, and there was a strange light flashing in his narrow eyes.

"The critic is the best feng shui in the world, why not nourish the soul with the power of the dragon vein?"

Xuanyuan Wuxiang chuckled, but he noticed the flickering gaze of the Blood Yin Marquis. With a wave of his arm, he pulled up the eighty-one spirit flags and displayed them behind him in turn, and then said with a smile:

"Do you want to escape from here, but have you asked me Xuanyuan Wuxiang?"

The Blood Yin Marquis's face was cold, but he didn't expect the latter to be so keen and powerful, and he said inwardly: "Ben Hou doesn't believe that you have a wisp of remnant soul, and you can still leave Ben Hou." A critic with the power of a chicken, he also wants to fight with Ben Hou?"

"Then let me see, two hundred years later, what power will these ghosts and ghosts have?"

Xuanyuan Wuxiang smiled lightly, and the eighty-one soul flags behind him suddenly hunted, only in the latter's robe flying, it was fiercely towards the Shuanghou of the Blood Spirit Palace.

"Go ......"

Unexpectedly, the Blood Yin Marquis did not have the slightest intention of fighting, and fiercely evaded the attack of the Soul Banner.

"Can you escape?"

Xuanyuan Wuxiang muttered to himself, and then recalled the eighty-one soul flags and handed them to the ten old men behind him, "Please also ask your seniors to take action and wipe out the demons on the battlefield!"

The ten old men nodded, and they drove the spirit banner towards the black robe on the battlefield.

Then, Xuanyuan Wuxiang fell on Qin Xuance again, and said calmly: "Can you borrow the flesh for a use?"

Qin Xuance nodded, then closed his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Xuanyuan Wuxiang turned into a streamer and disappeared into Qin Xuance's eyebrows.

On the top of the broken and blood-soaked mountain, Qin Xuance suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was as clear as the sea, full of a deep and mysterious aura. He raised his eyes to look at the two fleeing figures, his face wide-eyed.

Then, Xuanyuan Wuxiang stepped into the void with one foot, wrapped in eight hundred golden ancient characters.

"Forbidden!"

Xuanyuan Wuxiang's thin lips spit lightly, and before the words fell, there were eighty-one big characters flying out of his body, submerging into the mountains and rivers.

Thundered.

Suddenly, the earth cracked and an endless brilliant glow emerged, blocking the heaven and earth, and instantly rebounding the galloping Blood Yin Hou.

The Blood Yin Marquis's complexion changed greatly, and he felt that this entire void was under Xuanyuan Wuxiang's will.

"The shade of the sky!"

The Blood Yin Hou lowered his head and turned into a shadow. Then the shadow dissipated and disappeared into the void.

On the other side, the Blood Spirit Marquis also turned into a pool of blood, hidden in the blood-soaked earth.

In the void, Xuanyuan stood without a negative hand, feeling the two breaths that disappeared suddenly, his expression remained unchanged and smiled, and when his arm waved, hundreds of golden characters disappeared into the mountains and rivers.

"The stars shine!"

"Mountains and rivers self-immolation!"

If Xuanyuan has no appearance, it is like the law of heaven and earth. As the words fell, in the sealed space, an ancient holy light descended, like stars shining on the earth, dispelling all the gloom between heaven and earth.

The mountains, rivers and the earth suddenly burst out with raging karmic fires and burned bloodstains.

In the void, two screams suddenly came out, and the Blood Spirit Marquis and the Blood Yin Marquis reappeared in shape, spitting blood from their mouths, and they were all a little embarrassed.

"Xuanyuan Wuxiang, you dare to kill me. The Blood Spirit Hall will definitely kill your Xuanyuan Clan!"

The Blood Yin Marquis shouted frantically, staring at Xuanyuan Wuxiang viciously.

Xuanyuan Wuxiang's expression was calm, unmoved by the threat of the Blood Yin Marquis, and he spit out two words again:

"Shou Shou!"

As soon as the words fell, countless large characters flew out of Xuanyuan Wuxiang's body, forming two huge golden soul flags, heading towards the Shuanghou of the Blood Spirit Palace.

The Blood Yin Hou's complexion was changing, and he fled violently in the void.

The two golden flags seem to have their own will, and they will not give up if they don't kill the lives of the two. kept following the two of them, chasing after them.

On the battlefield, countless warriors looked at the scene in the void, and they were all shocked. I didn't expect the legendary Xuanyuan Wuxiang to be so powerful.

Unexpectedly, with the power of the stars and mountains and rivers, the two marquis of the Blood Spirit Hall were killed so embarrassed.

Lin Huang was also a little shocked, it turned out that the legendary critic really had the strength to move mountains and seas and borrow the image of heaven and earth. In comparison, Qin Xuance's previous methods were not worth mentioning.

Thundered.

In the void on one side, the screams of the Blood Yin Marquis and the Blood Spirit Marquis sounded. The two were eventually cut off by the golden spirit flags that cut off most of their lives.

At this moment, the Blood Yin Hou and the Blood Spirit Hou were embarrassed, their bodies were dripping with blood, and their frightened eyes were full of viciousness.

"Where I have no Xuanyuan to be with, there is no reason to wait for the respite of demons!"

Under the long sky, Xuanyuan stared at the two of them calmly, and all the ancient golden characters around him flew out and disappeared into the vast void.

"Mountains and rivers are in rebellion, to bury demons!"

Xuanyuan spat out his words, causing the mountains and rivers to collapse and the void to shake.

However, at this moment, something happened suddenly, and I saw that in the void that was originally blocked by Xuanyuan Wuxiang, a figure suddenly walked in, dragging half of the dragon vein that had escaped before......

(End of chapter)