Above the sky, when the battle flag with clear characters appeared, all directions shook.

A terrifying killing aura swept through the universe, entrenched in all directions of the battle flag, like a dragon fighting wildly, looking down on the world.

Between heaven and earth, suddenly a song sounded:

"Dusty, sideburns like frost, who will be the king through the ages!"

"I heard that the erector wore a crown and took the Qiankun in charge. ”

"I don't see the common people suffering, and I will go up again. Endure the mountains and rivers to sink, and laugh like crazy. ”

......

Accompanied by the ancient and murderous war song, the Qingtian Martial Mansion suddenly shook the mountains.

I saw that under the aura cliff, countless black lights suddenly rushed into the sky.

In a flash!

A pitch-black iron army stood under the splendid dragon banner of the sun and moon.

"The heavens are dead, and the demons are high!"

"The sun and the moon sink in the west, and all living beings are lost!"

"The heavens and the earth are vast, and the eternals are boundless!"

"Give up my body and sprinkle my blood. Throw my head and erect my corpse! Lift the southern sky of the broken pillar and lift the overturned sky!"

......

Between heaven and earth, the war song is endless.

And the army under the blood-colored battle banner is also weathered.

They don't look like a thousand.

But it is a black oppressive piece, with the atmosphere of swallowing the universe.

Everyone, dressed in pitch-black iron armor and armed with spears, is murderous and war-inspiring!

The majestic momentum condensed by the army of thousands of people directly overshadowed the three divisions of the temple.

And behind that void, the Protoss Silver Feather Army, which had been quietly watching the changes, also had a commotion. Because, the edge of the army under the blood flag was actually aimed at them.

- The remnants of the Zuojia Ming Sect!

The army under the blood banner was led by an old man with weathered sideburns. But he was tall and tall, and his eyes were resolute.

Even though he is already dying.

But he ...... is still the young man who was in the sky in the smoke, and the fighting spirit was soaring.

And in that army.

There are many old men who look like rotten wood.

There is a middle-aged man with a resolute complexion.

A woman with long hair bound by red tassels.

There are young people with bright eyes.

Their gaze had already ignored the army of the three divisions of the Heavenly Punishment Temple, and looked at the Silver Feather Army in the rear.

Suddenly, the old man's arm shook and the spear pointed at the sky!

"Kill!"

In the rear, thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, and they roared so loudly that the wind and clouds collapsed. It also caused a big mountain in the Dewu Mansion to collapse.

"Today!"

The old man under the blood flag suddenly spoke, and his voice was like thunder, "With our blood, tell the world." The sun rises in the east, and the moon hangs in the sky. Just let me wait, start the first battle of the return of the Ming Sect!

When the old man's voice fell, the heavens and the earth shook.

I saw that the phalanx army composed of thousands of people, like a torrent of steel, swept through the void, ran over the army of the three divisions of the Xingtian Divine Temple, and headed towards the Silver Feather Army of the Xuantian Divine Clan.

......

When the Qingtian Martial Mansion is above, the flames of war are everywhere.

In the ancient forbidden land of the gods.

There is a gazebo made of dead wood.

In the gazebo, there was an old man.

No...... It wasn't an old man, the man looked more like a middle-aged man, except that half of his hair was as white as snow.

The other half of his hair was as black as ink.

The man stood in the gazebo with a scroll in his hand, looking up at the sky. A pair of eyes that seem to contain the changes in Unai.

He just looked at the sky.

Standing for a long time.

Then he smiled contemptuously, "Li Baiyi, the remnants of the descendants of the Ming Sect that you have hidden for hundreds of years have finally been found by me." Huangkou Xiao'er, do you really think that you can hide from the sky and cross the sea and manipulate the world? Without the relics of the Eleven Kings of the Heavenly Machine, what are you doing with the Xuantian Divine Clan, is it up to you?"

......

Agnosticly.

Li Baiyi was lying under the big willow tree.

Sleep out!

......

In a small mountain village.

When Lin Huang was about to leave, he only heard more and more bustling voices outside the courtyard. And Lin Huang also felt a lot of strong atmosphere.

Lin Huang frowned slightly, and then slowly walked into the courtyard.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he felt that all eyes were directed at him. Although there is not much murder, it is full of hostility.

The incident of Lin Huang and Beitangxiu fainting at the entrance of the village has already spread throughout the village.

Everyone naturally knew that Lin Huang was an outsider.

They also knew that this little-known kid didn't know what kind of means he could make Beitangxiu faint.

Kitado Show......

That's the man who guards the great god in the village.

Feeling the hostility of everyone, Lin Huang straightened his back. After taking a deep breath, he walked towards the crowd to leave the village.

"Can't let him go...... I'm going to kill him!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke, not shouting or agitating, but just saying something flatly.

And when the words fell, the man also walked out.

He was shirtless, and there was dirt in his feet. Carrying a hoe is blocking the way of the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang frowned, and stepped back.

He felt it in the man in front of him...... Realm of Martial Saints!

Is this a freak from a village.

Anyone who walks out casually has the realm of martial saints.

"Ahem......"

At this moment, Beitangxiu walked out of the room, he glanced at the middle-aged farmer at the gate of the courtyard, and said calmly: "It's all gone!"

"No way!"

The middle-aged man carrying the hoe was stubborn, and when the hoe fell barefoot, he was about to smash Lin Huang's head.

Clang.

Before Lin Huang could move, the hoe was grabbed by Beitang Xiuyi, "Can't you hear what I said...... Afterwards, I'll go to some old people and explain!"

"In the village, there has never been a stranger! The ancestor also left a rule that no outsiders were allowed to leave alive!"

Outside the courtyard, an aunt with a big waist stood up, and she said with a spatula in one hand, "Beitangxiu, you are so kind to a woman, you are not as good as an old lady, how can you protect the great god!"

"Why don't you sacrifice him to the great god!"

Someone suggested.

Beitangxiu's brows furrowed more and more, and then coughed violently, "When, if I Beitangxiu's words, I can't count?"

"Beitang Xiu, even though you are a descendant of Beitang. But rules are rules, and we are not targeting anyone in this matter, but just following the will of our ancestors. If this son has bad intentions and lets everyone know about this place after he goes out, do you want your Beitang lineage to be completely cut off, and you want the entire clansmen in the vast sea and abyss to be buried for your thoughts?"

In the crowd, an old man stood up, holding a cane in his hand, trembling and settling in the Beitang show. Then he spoke:

"Even if I wait for death, what is it? But if the great god dies, you and I ...... They will all be sinners for the ages!"

In the courtyard, Lin Huang's mind became more and more tense.

As a few people fanned the flames, he felt that there were several powerful killing intent rings around him, ready to give him a thunderous blow at any time.

And Beitangxiu clenched his fists, and his face turned blue with anger.

He knew that here he was not even a nominal leader. He just carries the glory of the guardian god on his back.

If there is no forest here, everyone will respect him.

But the emergence of forest famine...... The rules of the village have been touched.

Lin Huang had lost the opportunity to leave before, and now if he wanted to leave, it was no longer something he could completely decide.

"Woo......"

Just as everyone was confronting each other, an amazing roar suddenly sounded in the small mountain village.

The voice was full of pain and violence.

Lin Huang frowned slightly, listening to the voice, his mind was in a trance for a moment.

"Great God...... The great god has been revived!"

Suddenly, someone spoke, their face full of surprise.

And the people who originally paid attention to Lin Huang also changed their faces at this moment and looked at the place of the ancestral temple in the mountain village.

Lin Huang's mind moved slightly, and his heart became more and more curious.

...... What is the great god in the mouths of everyone?

However, the curiosity in Lin Huang's heart suddenly stopped. For he heard a loud voice:

"The revival of the great god must require soul replenishment. Send this kid to the ancestral temple and sacrifice it to the great god!"