Outside the Great Xia Dynasty, the four of them were silent and rode the big white cat all the way to the direction of Wuzen Temple.

After all, parting is reluctant, but in life, there are a few things that can fulfill one's wishes. The only thing that can be done is to turn the sadness of parting into a driving force to move forward.

Lin Huang stayed in the Divine General's Mansion for half a month. Calculating the time, the eight-armed Shura Ding was almost at the Wuzen Temple.

In the Eastern Spirit Realm, the army of blood crows is becoming more and more powerful, and in just two months, it has snowballed, accumulating millions of soldiers and horses.

Millions of soldiers and horses are millions of puppets controlled by blood crows.

The Yin Yang Valley has not yet been born, but the calamity it can bring has already begun.

Its blood crow army is even more invincible. According to the news from Feng Wanli, the one who commanded the blood crow army was actually the ghost genius Song Zhimou.

Thinking about the latter, he was also controlled by the blood crow.

In the Eastern Spirit Realm, Song Zhimou's reputation is not outstanding. But Lin Huang knew that in his previous life, when Qin Xuance destroyed the Ten Dynasties alone, the only defeat he encountered was Song Zhimou.

This person is not an ordinary person!

In order to suppress the blood pressure army, Xuanyuan Mansion has already marched with an army of 600,000, and it is difficult to suppress the blood crow army that is like locusts everywhere.

And the major dynasties and dynasties in the Eastern Spirit Realm are still in a wait-and-see state, and they have never sent a single soldier.

On the way to Wuzen Temple, the four people who went all the way unexpectedly met the Wuzen Temple again.

The latter was dressed in a robe and held a Buddhist bead, but he was covered in blood, and his bare head had deep wounds, which looked particularly hideous.

However, the latter didn't seem to care about his injury, and after seeing Lin Huang and the others, he showed a relieved smile.

"Master, what happened to Wuzen Temple?"

Looking at the appearance of the blood-stained robe, Lin Huang couldn't help frowning, feeling quite bad in his heart.

"The Blood Spirit Hall has invaded the Wuchan Temple, and it is trapped in the Three Thousand Tablet Forest at this time!"

Ci Nan's face showed compassion, but there was a trace of murderous intent in his peaceful eyes, and then he continued: "Lu Han Lu Shishi, with the eight-armed Shura Ding, has rushed to the Wuchan Temple, and is also hiding in the forest of three thousand steles!"

"The Blood Spirit Hall is here for the eight-armed Shura Ding?"

Lin Huang was startled, and then asked.

"They don't know the secret of the eight-armed Shura Ding now, and they came to the Wuzen Temple to knock down the pagoda and completely cut off the eighth detention in the Yin Yang Valley!"

Lin Huang's complexion changed slightly, he helped up the martyrdom, and accelerated towards the Wuzen Temple.

The Blood Spirit Hall was trapped in the Three Thousand Stele Forest, and it was thought that it was the heroic souls of Xuanyuan Mansion who appeared and stopped the latter. But in time, something will happen, even Lu Han, who is under the protection of the Three Thousand Stele Forest, will inevitably die.

"Master Wu Zen ...... now"

The five of them sat on the big white cat at a gallop, and the long wind whistled past them. Lin Huang asked while treating Ci Nan's injuries.

"The master is seated!"

Ci Nan clasped his hands together, and his old face was full of regret.

Lin Huang couldn't help but mourn in his heart, looking at the direction of Wuzen Temple, his heart was like pressing a boulder, and he couldn't breathe. Ye Wuchan, who suppressed the Eighth Dao detention for more than 200 years and never walked out of the pagoda for half a step, finally sat down.

"The one who appeared in the Wuzen Temple, is it the Blood Spirit Marquis or the Blood God Marquis?"

Lin Huang then asked.

"If the Blood Spirit Marquis appeared, the poor monk would not have ended up in such a mess. The poor monk fought with the blood god marquis, and was defeated in less than thirty moves. And the latter doesn't seem to have gone all out, maybe he has already entered the realm of the Martial King!"

Ci Nan closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, looking helpless.

Lin Huang's heart was shocked, and with the current realm of mercy, he guessed that the Blood God Marquis had the realm of the Martial King, but he was afraid that it would be impossible to be fake. At the beginning, in the underground palace of Tianlong Mountain, the Blood God Marquis was breaking through the realm of the Martial King.

At that time, Lin Huang made a move and broke the latter's state, making the latter almost counterattacked.

Originally, Lin Huang calculated that it would take at least two years for the Blood God Marquis to re-enter the peak of the Martial Marquis and touch the realm of the Martial King. I didn't expect the latter to break through so quickly to become a martial king, it's unbelievable.

In the vast Qinglong Mountain Range, the big white cat turned into a giant beast of ten zhang in size, and its limbs were full of shocking power. Each time it flew out of the air, the Gumu Mountain Range quickly retreated, and it flew rapidly towards the Wuzen Temple.

And on the night of the second day after Lin Huang and the others saw the mercy, there was a sudden big earthquake in the East Spirit Realm.

Under the vast dark sky, the invincible figure of Xuanyuan once again appeared, so that everyone in the East Spirit Realm looked up and saw the majestic figure.

In more than ten years, this is the second time that Xuanyuan has manifested the void and appeared in front of the world.

Under the void, Xuanyuan raised the green silk of the soldiers, and his expression was unparalleled, and when the latter raised his hand, it was to attract the wind and clouds between heaven and earth, and also made all the martial artists in the East Spirit Realm hold their breath and look up.

"I am the thirty-second generation descendant of Xuanyuan Mansion, Xuanyuan soldiers!"

Under the bright moon and sky, the sound of Xuanyuan's troops spread for millions of miles, like the mighty thunder of the nine heavens, covering every corner of the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Lin Huang listened to the sound in his ears, and his heart was shocked. Thousands of miles away, and its sound can be heard, I don't know what kind of realm Xuanyuan has reached.

Or maybe there's some mysterious trick.

"Today, the catastrophe has fallen. In the east, there is the Blood Spirit Hall to slaughter the common people, and in the west, the army of blood crows slaughters the city and destroys the country, causing the world to be hated and all beings to be displaced!"

"In the Valley of Yin and Yang, there is still an evil king. The scourge of its evil king is enough to make our generation of warriors sink for life. It's enough to make me the earth of the East Spirit, and there will never be the light of day!"

"Xuanyuan's mention of soldiers is a myth in the world, and in the face of the disaster of Yin and Yang Valley, he does not dare to win. There are even blood crow tribes, restraining my Xuanyuan army and slaughtering my Dongling people!"

"Today, Ben Hou sent a military message, I don't know the Dongling Monarchs, my generation of hot-blooded people, but there are people with Ben Hou to kill the Dongling Demons. Whether you are a court general, a warrior in the rivers and lakes, a famous place in the mountains and fields, or a thief in the rivers and oceans, a scholar of Confucianism and Taoism, or a drama in the building, those who are willing to help my Xuanyuan clan will be greeted by Xuanyuan!"

"Xuanyuan Tibing, thank you here!"

Up and down in the sky, the sound of Xuanyuan raising troops was like a mighty thunder, resounding endlessly. The righteousness in the world in the figure of Naba Lie is dignified and arrogant, and it is even more fascinating.

Even though the figure of the manifestation of the sky disappeared for a long time, the Eastern Spirit Realm was completely boiling.

Countless famous martial artists looked up, their hearts were inexplicably agitated, and they only felt that there was a force in their bodies, and they wanted to vent and go to that world.

In the middle of the night, a white-clothed Confucian threw a pen, spent all his belongings to buy a domesticated demon beast, and headed towards Xuanyuan City.

There was a drama to stop the stage, and those wearing red makeup rushed to Xuanyuan City.

There are court generals who order troops at midnight and wave their troops out of the city.

There was an old man, who sat up quietly, looked in the direction of Xuanyuan City and burst into tears, and walked out of the dilapidated hut with crutches.

There is a woman in the green building, who wrestles the piano and holds the sword and goes out of the building!

The old eunuch of the decayed dynasty suddenly opened his eyes, stepped out of the palace, stepped out of the city gate, and stepped towards Xuanyuan City.

There are also prison maniacs who look up to the sky and howl, killing people and escaping from prison. There are ten evil thieves who look up to the sky and ponder, and then pour out of the nest and rush to Xuanyuan City!

......

A piece of paper mentioning the soldiers made the blood boiling in the East Spirit Realm. Countless warriors, literati, and famous generals are all heading towards Xuanyuan City, like a river flowing into the sea.

Like an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops come to meet each other.

This is the myth of the world, this is the Xuanyuan Army, and this is the Xuanyuan family that has guarded the Eastern Spirit Realm for thousands of years.

In the Divine General's Mansion, Lin Beichen woke up in the middle of the night. His head was full of white hair and frost, and he looked old. But this night, the old man's rickety back seemed to be a lot straighter, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows melted, making him look extraordinarily high-spirited.

It seems to be remembered that he once held a spear in his hand and straddled a fierce horse to fight the world.

"Where is Zhao Changfeng?"

The old man let out a hearty roar, shaking the gods and generals. Shocked outside the gate of the Divine General's Mansion, the man who had already ordered troops rushed into the mansion......

(End of chapter)