The night was silent and the rain was quiet.

The phantom of the War Saint on the mighty shore of the Great Lake was like a lighthouse about to be extinguished in the rainy night, and the light was dim.

The gray-robed old man who had been burned by the multicolored holy fire for a whole year was only a cracked skeleton that seemed to be shattered at any time.

In the void beside the War Saint Phantom stood an unusually tall man, who was none other than the head of Dongze's War Venerable, the Iron Prison Venerable.

He looked at the distance with his eyes, and after a long time, he sighed faintly: "My predecessors and I have the grace of knowing each other, so I will definitely do my best to keep the Dongze that my predecessors want to protect!!"

Time flew by again, and after the entire Dongze was in a tense preparation for battle, it had been two years since the fall of the War Saint before he knew it.

The War Saint Phantom has also dimmed to the point that there is only one virtual form left, and the bones of the War Saint's body are full of cracks, although the demon clan has been slow to move, but the entire Dongze is still able to perceive the calm pressure before the wind and rain as the War Saint Phantom dims every day.

ASEAN began to call on all war commanders to participate in the pre-war meeting, and Han Ming, the owner of Jintang Island, who is recognized as a strong and comparable to the war unification, naturally received an invitation.

It was Liuliu who received it on behalf of Han Ming, and the time was just three days later, but after receiving the invitation, Liuliu seemed very embarrassed and did not agree directly.

After all, Han Ming is now in lockdown, no one knows when he will come out, Rao is suppression of the rebellion on Jintang Island, and after he hurriedly missed a side, he disappeared, and it should be the most critical time.

Liuliu's vague attitude made the old Sanxiu who came to deliver the letter so angry that his face turned red, and he slapped the table and scolded: "Phew, I thought that the owner of Jintang Island killed Wei Hehe, he should be a great hero who stands up to the sky, but now it looks like he is just a shrunken turtle who retreats from battle, but I didn't expect that in addition to the owner of Fuming Island, I Dongze has such a brazen person!"

In the face of the old man's angry scolding, Liuliu reluctantly remained silent.

But it was Ning Haoran who plucked out his ears, and was a little impatient with the old man's allergic reaction, and said: "Hey, uncle, my family has said that our island owner is a dead pass, and he doesn't know when he will get out of the customs, so he doesn't dare to agree indiscriminately, you are indiscriminately spraying, you are relying on the old and selling the old, don't be blind if you haven't seen our island owner, it's all the fear and fear of the Dongze leader, and the infamy of the shrinking turtle, my master will never have it!" At the beginning, a hundred battle commanders wanted to loot the remains of the War Saint, and my master knew that he would die for a lifetime, but he still made a tough move with such a half-step battle venerable as that Po Zhen, spraying people, you have to find the right place to spray!"

"The whole Dongze, you don't inquire, what kind of image and status is my master in the hearts of those war commanders, saying that it is a retreat, that is a retreat, what's the point of lying to you?!"

Ning Haoran's words made the old man speechless for a while, his face turned red, he snorted coldly, and left.

"Now the people in ASEAN are becoming more and more discouraged, and this kind of old fool can still be sent out to deliver letters. Ning Haoran lay lazily on the seat, looking bored.

Liuliu took a sip of tea lightly and said: "This can't be helped, now we are in intense war preparations, and we need people to do everything, where will there be so many people available in ASEAN, naturally whoever is caught, it will be who." ”

"Don't talk about this, when will my master be able to get out, it looks like this War Saint Phantom won't last five or six days, why hasn't he come out yet!"

Liuliu sat on the seat dignifiedly, and after thinking of Han Ming, he couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and his eyes looked into the depths of Jintang Island, and shook his head gently.

After Ning Haoran saw Liuliu's appearance, he lamented: "This doesn't make sense, do you women like old men? I, a young, handsome, and talented man, are sitting here, and you only have feelings for my master, who only wants to cultivate, love, strange, strange?!"

Liuliu glanced at Ning Haoran with a murderous gaze, and said in a cold voice: "Ning Haoran, who do you say, love?!"

Ning Haoran immediately sat up nervously, scratched the back of his head with a frightened expression, and said, "What's the situation? What did I just say?!"

"Damn you!" Liuliu clenched his fists and took revenge on Ning Haoran, but as soon as his footsteps were raised, the entire Jintang Island suddenly trembled slightly, and then a powerful and unrivaled momentum spread out from the depths of Jintang Island.

"Owner!"

"Master?!"

Liuliu and Ning Haoran glanced at each other, and their faces showed happy expressions.

Han Ming opened his eyes faintly from the secret room, and after two years of retreat, he completely refined the Battle Saint Relic, and the rank was also promoted to the level of a ninth-order War King in two years!

This is still Han Ming's efforts to suppress it, not to let his strength rise too quickly, in case he accidentally steps into the battle command level, and let the thunder tribulation of the battle command level bomb the entire Jintang Island to ashes.

In two years, he was promoted to the third order, from the sixth-order battle king to the ninth-order war king, and during this period, there was also the assistance of the battle saint relic, and I have to say that Han Ming smashed the foundation of his battle king rank too strongly.

For an ordinary war king, refining a Battle Saint Relic and improving a great realm is basically stress-free, and the Holy Body will be faster, but Han Ming has been pressed to the third order.

At this time, the nine Dan patterns on the surface of the Qi Dan in his dantian were unusually clear and solidified, faintly containing the Dao rhyme, constantly attracting the rich Dao rhyme energy between the surrounding heaven and earth.

Moreover, in addition to the surging Yuan Qi Dao rhyme, there was also a mountain and river golden tripod and a devouring nebula suspended in his Qi Pill.

This is naturally the endowment of Han Ming's vitality, and the mountains and rivers have the effect of suppressing all things, whether it is the qi and blood or the vitality of the other party, or others, they will be suppressed by the Han Ming's vitality.

I didn't dare to directly take out the ancient character of Cutting Heaven to fight the enemy before, but now after the vitality is endowed with spirit, Han Ming is equivalent to copying the ability of the town character, although it is a low-level version, but the ability of the ancient character of Cutting Heaven, even if it is low-level, can exert the power of absolute suppression.

As for devouring the nebula, it naturally goes without saying, it can not only devour the opponent's martial arts power, but also feed back the body, which is definitely a coveted special effect ability.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, a torrent of breath rushing out of his body.

Even if he didn't deliberately urge his qi and blood, his whole body was still shrouded in a faint golden light, and the endless surging power in his body was like a wild beast, as if it was about to roar out at any time and place.

Click!

Han Ming's big hand squeezed fiercely towards the void, and the Dao rhyme, which had never been able to be mastered before, rolled in, and on top of his fist, it continued to condense and roll, leaking terrifying power.

The ninth-order battle king had been able to preliminarily control the Dao Yun energy between heaven and earth and bless the attack, and in this way, Han Ming's combat power had multiplied again.

Moreover, the power of one foot of Luo Ze and Xuanji Purple Palace Armor will be doubled again, after all, these two large arrays need to be urged by Dao Yun, and before Han Ming, he only had the Dao Yun of the Holy Body spontaneously condensed, and he could not fully exert the power of One Foot Luo Ze and Xuanji Purple Palace Armor.

Today, every piece of flesh and blood on Han Ming's body can burst out with terrifying power, and every move is as if he wants to break through the confinement of space.

He tried to grasp the void with both hands, but this time the ten fingers did not scratch the space to pieces, but slowly tore it apart.

The multicolored streamer-like spatial turbulence flowed within the rift, but it didn't give Han Ming the feeling of being extremely dangerous as before.