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Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden silence.

Heaven and earth are also full of monstrous murderous aura.

The vast army raised its head, and countless warriors looked up, only to see the young man above the bronze ancient Great Wall, white clothes stained with blood, but his breath was inexplicably powerful.

It is so powerful that it can be suppressed in all directions with just its breath.

Xuanyuan Tibing's expression was melancholy, revealing a little loss. If he walked out of the East Spirit Realm with Lin Changtian back then, maybe he should have this majesty now.

It's a pity that the thousand-year-old mission of the Xuanyuan family made him have to draw the ground as a prison and put on his shackles. Otherwise, even if Lin Huang is now revealing the Martial Saint Realm, where is the end of his Xuanyuan Martial Arts.

Above the sky, Lin Huang used the power of the possession of three thousand heroic spirits to enter the realm of martial saints, and then return to the peak of the realm of the year. Looking at the sea of blood in front of him, his eyebrows raised slightly.

With the wave of his hands, his big sleeves fluttered, like an immortal, stepping into the void.

Heavy snow is flying all around.

The vast world was covered by heavy snow at this moment, like a cage that imprisoned heaven and earth, trapping the sea of blood in the void.

Snowflakes fly and fall, but it is like burning the world's karma, burning mountains and cooking seas!

In the sea of blood, the angry roar of the evil king was heard. The snowflakes that covered the sea of blood were like a volcano, turning the sea of blood into nothingness bit by bit.

It has been suppressed for thousands of years, and it has been proud for thousands of years. But he didn't expect that when he had the best hope of escaping suppression, he actually attracted the Martial Saint Beilin Huang, who was covered by three thousand heroic spirits.

In the sea of blood, the essence of the evil king was once again condensed. The body was ten miles long, and the eyes like a lake of blood stared coldly at the immortal floating in the long air, and then rushed out.

Since there is no way to escape, there is only a glimmer of life in desperate efforts. Even if he dies, as long as he kills the son in front of him, he has made a great achievement, and maybe one day he will be reborn by the blood sacrifice.

Looking at the ten-mile blood crow that came like lightning, Lin Huang's expression remained unchanged, and he only blasted out with a punch.

Rumble.

With a punch falling, the ten-mile-long blood crow was smashed from the sky by the domineering punch, and smashed a big pit in the dry sea of blood.

Then, Lin Huang's arm was pushed into the void like a knife, and he instantly cut off a mountain of corpses several miles away. With a slight force on his five fingers, he grabbed the corpse mountain with one hand and threw it at the evil king in the sea of blood.

There was another bang, and the evil king had just raised his head when he was smashed down by a mountain.

"Blood refining heaven and earth!"

Under the mountain of corpses, the roar of the evil king suddenly sounded. I saw that the mountain of corpses that suppressed the evil king suddenly came to life, and thousands of corpses were killed in the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang pressed down with one hand, and the entire corpse mountain suddenly turned into powder.

Then, the evil king rushed straight up again, his wings like a sickle that stretched ten miles long, towards the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang threw another punch.

In the void, the newly emerging evil king was blasted away by a punch again, embedded in the dry sea of blood. Before he pulled himself out, he saw Lin Huang fall with another punch.

After one punch, it's ten punches, a hundred punches!

The power of the Martial Saint lies in the fact that every lap falling is like the collapse of a mountain. No matter how the blood crow has an evil art against the sky, in front of the real powerhouse, it is not enough.

After a hundred punches, Lin Huang directly dragged the evil king into the void, just like an ant holding a giant elephant, and the ant used both arms to directly tear the blood crow into two.

In the Yin Yang Valley, everyone was stunned and their hearts were stirring. I never imagined that there was such a powerful force in this world, which could compete with heaven and earth.

Even Xuanyuan's troops were defeated to the death, but after the three thousand heroic spirits of Lin Huang were clothed, such an astonishing reversal occurred.

The domineering power beat the evil king like a dead dog with one punch.

In the void, after the evil king was torn in two, he suddenly turned into two blood crows, one left and one right rushed towards the forest wilderness, and then the two blood crows split into four again.

It was then divided into eight ......

Until one hundred and twenty-eight blood crows appeared in the void, rushing towards the forest wilderness.

Looking at the overwhelming blood crows, Lin Huang smiled, and the Demon Suppression Knife suddenly appeared in the sky, and then the Nose Dao and the Shura Dao manifested out.

Between heaven and earth, the three swords of the nasal passage are reproduced, and the heavens and the earth are the gods and Buddhas.

......

The void is dead and silent, and the mountain breeze is gentle.

In the long air, Lin Huang put his knife into the sheath, and his expression was the same as usual. It's just that in the nasal passage under his feet, a corpse of a blood crow appeared and was buried in it.

Between heaven and earth, there is no evil king.

In the battlefield, the Eastern Leader warriors were like clay sculptures and wood carvings, and a monstrous wave was set off in their hearts. Rubbing his eyes, he couldn't believe the previous scene.

The thousand-year-old evil king, a nightmare-like existence, finally died and was buried in the forest barren avenue.

A thousand years ago, Xuanyuan Zheng could only suppress it.

More than 200 years ago, the evil king who Xuanyuan could not be banished without appearance was completely killed by someone today with a knife and all the causes and effects.

Those three thousand heroic spirits are so powerful, what kind of existence is it?

Even if the Eastern Spirit Realm is vast and infinite, compared to the territory of the entire continent, it can be regarded as an ancient well at best. The man in the well looked up at the sky, but it was only the size of a dustpan.

It wasn't until someone appeared at the mouth of the well that he realized that what he saw was not the whole world!

The people outside can easily block the wellhead, just like the evil king who was completely extinct at this time, blocked the wellhead for thousands of years, and was finally trampled to death.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Dongling martial artists looked at the forest wilderness with fluttering sleeves in the void, and I don't know how many people had a feeling, wanting to jump out of the dry well of the Dongling Realm and see how big the world outside the dry well was.

That's a good thing.

In the long sky where heaven and earth were restored to clarity, after Lin Huang killed the evil king with one sword, there was not the slightest joy on his face. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the sky......

For martial arts, first cultivate martial arts and then enter the Tao.

And above the avenue, there are still rules. However, that kind of mysterious and unpredictable thing, only after stepping into the realm of martial saints, can it be like a handful of quicksand, grasping it in your hand for a moment.

If there are no 3,000 heroic spirits clothed, it is like being blindfolded by the night, and naturally nothing can be seen. But now, in the midst of Lin Huang, he felt an extremely strong force charging towards him......

The Demon Suppression Knife, which had been put into its sheath, came out of its sheath again and lay in front of Lin Huang.

The reappearance of the Nose Passage and the Shura Path.

In the battlefield, countless people looked at Lin Huang as if he was facing a great enemy, all of them were a little inexplicable, and then frowned.

In Lin Huang's body, there seemed to be the angry will of three thousand heroic spirits coming out, not because the fluttering aura was extremely powerful, but because the powerful aura had been sealed for an unknown number of years, and it should not appear in the human world.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the entire Yin Yang Valley, and together with the Eastern Spirit Realm, it trembled twice.

Thousands of miles away from the original Shangguan Imperial City, Qin Xuance, who was sitting in a snow-white carriage, suddenly raised his head, and the compass in his hand that had followed him for many years was silently shattered just now.

"Can shatter the existence of the Eastern Spirit Realm?!"

Qin Xuance's eyes stabbed suddenly, and his hands holding the broken compass trembled slightly.

In just a few breaths, in the canopy above the Yin Yang Valley, someone suddenly forcibly tore open a crack in a domineering attitude......

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