In the Qinglong Mountain Range, the mountains and rivers that stretch for hundreds of miles are all shrouded by eight ancient pillars of light.

The astonishing aura spread over the entire heaven and earth, and the strong coercion made the martial artists under the Tianyuan realm tremble.

However, beyond the eight pillars of light, there were another one hundred and eight blood-colored banners. The banner was torn in the wind, forming a terrifying array, blocking the territory of a hundred miles.

Lin Huang looked at the one hundred and eight flags, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

On every windward flag, there is a huge 'Xue' character, which looks very domineering. It was not a large array in the conventional sense, but a large array of feng shui.

The array of feng shui fixed the entire territory in this vast space.

"Xue Shenji?"

Lin Huang muttered to himself and said guessingly.

He had seen Xue Shenji twice and knew that the latter was from the Great Domain. The means he possessed were far from being comparable to those of the Eastern Spirit Realm. Even Qin Xuance may not be able to lay out such an amazing feng shui array.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang couldn't help but think a little.

He learned from Ye Hongsleeve that the latter had the Martial King Pill in his hand, and even if it was the Martial Marquis realm, he could also break through the Treasure Pill of the Two Heavens.

Not only that, in Xue Shenji's hands, he also had a ground-level martial art at the very least.

And between him and Xue Shenji, he has long been endless, if he can rob it......

Then, Lin Huang and the others went towards the land of the locked dragon.

In less than half an hour, the three of them saw an amazing scene.

More than ten miles ahead, there is a deep mountain col, surrounded by more than 20 hills. In the center of the col is a bulge.

The bulging appearance looks like a dormant Canglong Mountain.

The mountains are surrounded by golden light, illuminating the void. The glorious and ancient aura poured out of it, like the roar of a giant beast.

And around the mountains, the eight pillars of light are connected with each other, like eight terrifying chains, forming a terrifying sealing array, guarding the mountains to death, or sealing them.

Land of the Dragon!

Everyone's eyes condensed, and they saw that Canglong Mountain was constantly vibrating, as if it was about to fly into the sky, and a mighty dragon roar came out of it, which was enough to pierce the golden cracking stone.

Feeling the ancient breath in the void, Lin Huang's qi and blood were rushing, and he couldn't resist the power of the dragon chant.

And on the hills around the land of the dragon, there are tents of all sizes.

Outside each tent, a flying flag fluttered.

Heavenly Thunder Sect!

Wind and rain building!

Valley of a Thousand Sounds!

......

More than twenty of the top forces in the Eastern Spirit Realm are all camped here, waiting for the death of the eight pillars of light and the appearance of the dragon vein.

Lin Huang glanced over, and then his gaze fell on the two mountains.

Regulus.

Drifting Snow Palace.

The mountains of the two major forces are close together, and among the many forces, they seem inconspicuous.

However, the word Xuanyuan on the Yin Yin Blue Blood Banner seemed to have infinite and terrifying power, making countless warriors here stop.

Xuanyuan Mansion has been silent for several years, is it finally going to strike again this time?

Then, the three of them jumped in the direction of the Drifting Snow Palace.

"Why are you here?"

The head of the Drifting Snow Palace here is Nan Yunlie. The strange old man looked at the three people who suddenly appeared, and was inevitably a little stunned, and then his face fell, and then he continued:

"The battle for the dragon vein involves a contest between martial marquis, do you know how dangerous this place is?"

"Mo said that there are more than twenty top forces here, even if the scattered martial artists gather together, no one can compete with them. Didn't you come here to cause trouble?"

Looking at the latter's angry beard, Lin Huang smiled and said, "Let's take a look, Elder Nan doesn't have to pay attention to us!"

Nan Yunlie snorted heavily, staring at Lin Huang with slanted eyes, and the ghost would believe what he said.

"I don't know who this senior is?"

Lin Huang shifted his gaze and landed on a withered old man in the main hall. In the depths of his dark eyes, he couldn't help but have a hint of jealousy.

The old man was dressed in a snow robe, his appearance was withered, and even though his breath was restrained, he still gave Lin Huang a feeling of being on the edge of an abyss.

"The old man knows each other!"

Without waiting for Nan Yunlie to introduce him, the old man opened his eyes and looked at Lin Huang, and his voice was still hoarse.

In the tent, Lin Huang and the others all looked frozen.

Yan Zhijiao, the palace master of the Drifting Snow Palace for three generations in the past. It is a genuine martial arts powerhouse, and he has not appeared for more than 20 years.

I didn't expect it to appear here now.

"Don't be surprised!"

Yan Zhijiao's gaze wandered on Lin Huang and the three of them, and a peaceful smile appeared on his shriveled face, "The reason why the four major sects are in the Eastern Spirit Realm is fundamentally the foundation they contain. The old man is just one of the several martial marquis in the Drifting Snow Palace. Now that the dragon vein is in the world, the other three major sects have also had a martial marquis!"

"I've seen Yan Lao!"

It wasn't until this moment that Lin Huang reacted and bowed to the latter.

"Since you've come to the land of the dragon, let's take a good look. But you must be cautious in your actions, there are hundreds of martial marquis here, don't be arrogant and lose your life!"

Yan Zhijiao pointed at Lin Huang, his expression was calm, although he was admonishing, he did not reprimand.

Lin Huang smiled and nodded.

"Elder Nan, I don't know how long it will take for this Dragon Locking Land to open?"

Lin Huang asked.

Nan Yunlie suddenly frowned and shook his head, "It's hard to say, in three months, more than a hundred array masters and more than sixty life critics have gathered here, and many of them are Feng Shui masters, but they have only broken the outer seal so far."

"And only when the eight pillars of light sealed in the inner layer dissipate, the land of the dragon lock will be opened!"

"Maybe tomorrow, or maybe months!"

Nan Yunlie frowned.

Lin Huang's expression froze, and he raised his eyes to look at the mountain of Xuanyuan Mansion, and then moved his gaze and landed on a mountain far away.

There were no flags on the mountain, but there was a blood-colored tent, and it looked very eerie.

Along the way, Lin Huang had already heard that in the blood-colored tent, there were people from the Blood Spirit Palace......

After staying on the top of the mountain of the Drifting Snow Palace for half an hour, Lin Huang headed towards the top of the mountain of Xuanyuan Mansion.

On the top of the mountain, every soldier is holding a blood spear in his hand, his expression is solemn, and three encirclements have been formed inside and out, guarding a snow-white tent.

"Who's coming?"

On the top of the mountain, a fierce reprimand sounded.

Only the moment Lin Huang appeared, he felt the iron-blooded killing qi surging, and it was like the water of the Hanhai, suppressing him so much that he could not breathe.

Xuanyuan Mansion, Xuanzi Camp.

"The forest of the Drifting Snow Palace is barren, see Qin Xuance!"

Lin Huang said with a smile, in the face of the largest group of soldiers in the Eastern Spirit Realm, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. Don't say that the leaders of the four-character battalion are all in the realm of Wuhou, even if they are these soldiers in front of him, Lin Huang does not dare to underestimate them.

People who dare to blow themselves up without saying a word, Lin Huang is still a little stunned!

Not long after, in the camp tent of Xuanyuan Mansion, a fiery figure came out, and the big red robe was hunting and flying in the void, like a boiling flame.

"Boy, why are you wading through this troubled water?"

The red-robed figure smiled, a smile evident in his deep eyes.

"I've seen the teacher!"

Lin Huang smiled, and it was none other than Murong Yan, the staff master of Xuanyuan Mansion, who spoke. The latter has rushed to the land of the dragon lock since Lin Cangxue achieved nirvana.

"It's terrible!"

Murong Yan shook his head, "I just made a big fuss about the war of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, escaped the pursuit of hundreds of Tianyuan, and dared to come to the land of the Locked Dragon, I really thought that I was only a thousand-year-old king, and I couldn't die, right?"

Belch......

Lin Huang scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

This is a parable......

Ding.

At this moment, in the snow-white tent behind the two, a piano suddenly sounded.

The two turned their heads, only to see Qin Xuance dressed in white and looking like jade, holding a guqin in his arms, staring at Lin Huang coldly. In the dark eyes, there is a long-awaited light......

(End of chapter)