In the void, Xue Tianjun hugged the golden skeleton with an excited expression.

However, the skeleton did not react in the slightest.

After all, it is a person who has been dead for thousands of years, and the bones remain in the world, and where is the slightest wisdom.

And the white-clothed Holy Emperor of the Xuantian Divine Clan in the void also frowned deeply when he saw this scene, and finally confirmed the origin of the golden bones.

- Lu Shuai, Lu Shenzhou!

The leader of the Xuanwu Department of the Zuo Jia Ming Sect.

Then, the white-clothed Saint Emperor came out of the sky with a mysterious method around him, condensing a dazzling spear, and with a roar, he was killing towards the golden bones.

"Get out!"

Xue Tianjun was instantly furious.

Only before he roared, a Meng Zhang divine knife suddenly came out of its sheath and headed towards the white-clothed Holy Emperor.

Then, Xue Tianjun got up, staring at the front with cold eyebrows, his low voice was full of tyranny, "Protoss lackey, is it true that I Xue Tianjun doesn't exist?"

The white-clothed Saint Emperor frowned, with a sneer on his face, "Xue Tianjun, we've been waiting for you for a long time!"

As the words fell, several great breaths suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, and only at the moment when the light shone, figures appeared around Xue Tianjun within a radius of a hundred miles.

There are eight ways!

"I don't know that the Meng Zhang Divine Monarch thousands of years ago, the leader of the White Tiger Tribe, was seriously injured in that battle back then, and now he is ...... But you can still escape in the hands of us!"

The white-clothed Holy Emperor sneered, and he paced in the sky, "Lord Tianshu's calculation is really good, killing the Qingtian Martial Mansion will inevitably attract the powerhouses of the Zuojia Ming Sect who have been hiding for thousands of years. It's just that...... The results were even more surprising than we could have imagined. I didn't expect that the corpse of Lu Shenzhou was hidden here, and it forced you Xue Tianjun to appear!"

"The emperor couldn't die back then, and he can't die today! I have a king's legacy in front of the Ming Sect, and Li Baiyi in the right rear, what kind of thing is his emperor Tianshu, and he is worthy of calculation?"

Xue Tianjun snorted coldly, and only between the swings of Meng Zhang's divine sword, a phantom white tiger suddenly appeared behind him, majestic and majestic, like a Nine Heavens Mountain.

That's still a milk tiger.

But it is majestic, domineering, and roaring, causing turmoil in the mountains and rivers, wind and thunder, and a wild sea of thunder around the body, and death if you enter it!

"It is worthy of Meng Zhang Shenjun wearing the life of the white tiger...... However, the white tiger of the year has passed away, and now it is just a milk tiger supporting the façade, so I don't know if it will die like a wild dog!"

The white-clothed Holy Emperor sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he was killing Xue Tianjun. At the same time, the Seven Great Holy Emperors surrounding Xue Tianjun were also like thunder, plundering and killing.

......

It's too mysterious.

When Xue Tianjun was alone in the sky above the Qingtian Martial Mansion, fighting the eight holy emperors of the Xuantian Divine Clan, Lin Huang was still in the Taiji battlefield.

At this time, Bai Xiaopang's heart demon also followed Lin Huang.

And the soul in Bai Xiaopang has already left the ancient battlefield and returned to the flesh after experiencing the endless abyss!

In a dark secret room.

Bai Xiaopang is bored playing with the big white cat and the little turtle, worrying alone and lonely. Song Changling, who was full of sour and rotten gas, woke up beside him, and Bai Xiaopang didn't want to talk to him in disgust.

The entire chamber had been sealed off by the time everyone left.

Bai Xiaopang listened to the movement outside the secret room, his heart was like a cat's paw, and he couldn't wait to go out and fight three hundred rounds with those who rushed into the Taixuan Secret Realm.

Airplanes.

When Bai Xiaopang was in a daze, the little turtle crawling slowly with the big white cat shivered all over his body and made a buzzing sound.

Bai Xiaopang frowned, "You are carrying a turtle shell, what are you shaking, are you afraid of the cold or what!"

The little turtle shuddered again.

Then it sped up violently, and ran on four small short legs, even faster than a rabbit. In just a few breaths, he hit his head against the wall of the secret room.

"You bastard!"

Bai Xiaopang scolded and laughed, holding his fat and round body, wanting to pick up the little turtle and teach him a good lesson.

However, when he walked to the corner, he found the little turtle......

...... It's gone!

Bai Xiaopang suddenly grabbed his chin with both hands, his face full of surprise.

......

Staircase of corpses.

Lin Huang had already climbed up again, and his fragile soul seemed to be extinguished at any moment in the wind, like a flickering candle flame.

In the murderous aura in the sky, the soul was riddled with holes countless times, and it was forcibly mixed together by the forest wilderness countless times.

At this moment, Lin Huang was as if he had returned to the original time at the foot of the Qianzhang Cliff, and his weak body was facing the Qianzhang Ice Torrent, and he was miserable.

When Lin Huang walked to nine thousand eight hundred steps, he stopped again.

The broken soul has become extremely illusory, and if I go any further, I am afraid that the soul will really be scattered. He had to stop and allow his soul strength to recover before he could continue climbing.

"Brother Lin Huang......"

At this moment, Lin Huang's ears suddenly sounded the voice of Jun Qicheng.

Lin Huang suddenly turned his head, only to see that under the stairs, the figure of Jun Qicheng suddenly appeared, and he came in a hurry.

The girl's face is like the first snow, and she is so amazing that she is extremely intoxicated. Dressed in red, he looked particularly lively, holding a pink peach blossom in his hand, half-covering his face, staring playfully at Lin Huang.

Lin Huang was a little surprised, and then walked towards Jun Qicheng, but before he could take two steps, he stopped, his brows condensed slightly, and his voice was cold:

"This king has already comprehended the ruthless Heavenly Dao, and he still wants to mess with my mind?!"

When Lin Huang's voice fell, he had already pulled out the decision.

And the moment Lin Huang drew his sword, Jun Qicheng's figure disappeared on the stairs. In the next moment, Jun Qicheng came like thunder, and instantly appeared in front of Lin Huang.

That peach blossom had already turned into a sharp sword, carrying the breath of destruction, towards the soul of Lin Huang.

However......

When the tip of the sword was only three inches away from Lin Huang's eyebrows, it suddenly stopped.

It's not that Jun Chengcheng has relented.

It's that she can't take a step forward!

In the chest and abdomen of Jun Qicheng, against the instant knife, blood gushed down his clothes......

Gradually, Jun Chengcheng's body turned into clouds and smoke, slowly dissipating into the void.

"Ahem!"

Lin Huang coughed slightly, now that his soul was broken, it would be even worse to forcibly kill the restored feelings in his heart!

On the stairs, Lin Huang went down cross-legged and began to recuperate his soul.

"Little Wasteland......

At this moment, Lin Huang's ears suddenly sounded the voice of Huang Ayasha.

Lin Huang raised his head indifferently, looking at the gentle figure full of compassion in front of him, with a murderous aura on his face.

In the next moment, Lin Huang drew his knife......

Not long after, voices sounded in Lin Huang's ears again, one after another.

"Brother!"

"My child ......"

"Xiao Huang!"

"Lin Huang!"

......

With the sound of the coming voices, figures also appeared on the stairs of the corpses.

Lin Cangxue.

Lin Taiqing.

Bae Xiufu.

Xie Qinghou.

Lu Han.

......

Those people came one after another, but Lin Huang was unmoved from beginning to end, his face was accumulating more and more murderous and vicious, and he slashed and swung out one by one.

Subsequently, the people who appeared on the stairs of the corpses also dissipated one after another.

Finally......

There was no one on the staircase of the corpses.

Lin Huang coughed violently, his body had become extremely illusory, and it would be extinguished at any time. After exhausting the last trace of strength, Lin Huang sat down cross-legged, and then recuperated.

......

However.

Lin Huang couldn't concentrate for a quarter of an hour, and a gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Lin Huang to get up suddenly, and in an instant, the knife and the slash were all unsheathed.

"Little Junior Brother ......"