Outside of Dongling, there is actually nothing else. There was only a golden chain formed by Buddhist texts, and a branch of a locust tree that had not budded.

But just these two things can already block half of the world's powers.

The Buddha and the locust branch are here, and the two of them can come across thousands of miles in an instant. Although neither of them could clear the clouds and see the scene of the Eastern Spirit Realm, it didn't matter.

They didn't even have to care who that person in the Eastern Spirit Realm was, as long as that idiot showed up with the corpse at the end, that was enough.

The two of them are confident that even if the Yang Ren Tu appears, they can block it for a while.

Continental agnostic.

Li Baiyi was still sitting under the willow tree, looking at the chessboard in front of him, and the Yin Yang Valley reflected in the chessboard, and suddenly sighed.

The sunspot in his hand that had not fallen for a long time finally headed towards the chessboard. He has been a son for thousands of years, how can there be only one Xiao Yishan?

I really thought that the two old guys were guarding outside Dongling, so they ruined a good game of chess.

It's just a pity that the man who died in World War a thousand years ago really dissipated between heaven and earth. Otherwise, how could the latter not appear if it was affectionate and sexual.

"I can't see ......"

Li Baiyi was stunned, and walked towards the chessboard.

"Hey......"

At this moment, in the hundred-mile abyss of Yin Yang Valley, a sigh suddenly sounded, just like Li Baiyi's melancholy sigh.

Then there was a bang.

When the wings of the evil saint are like knives, cutting through the mountains and rivers and the earth, crushing the forest and the wilderness. Suddenly, the latter's body was punched into the air.

In the battlefield, the people who were originally like ashes suddenly widened their eyes and looked at the abyss in disbelief.

What kind of power actually knocked a generation of Saint Kings away?

Everyone was puzzled, and they saw a seemingly ordinary man suddenly fly out of the abyss, holding the seriously injured and powerless Lin Huang, and slowly flew out.

The man waved his hand lightly and put a picture scroll into Lin Huang's storage ring.

And the three thousand Xuanjia soldiers also walked out of Lin Huang's body, looking at the phantom that suddenly appeared in the void, their expressions were unprecedentedly excited.

Even a bit fanatical!

It's like faith.

I saw that the three thousand heroic spirits actually knelt down in unison, put one hand on their left shoulder, bowed their heads and shouted, "Xuanzi Camp to meet Lord Longshou!"

"Hmm!"

The phantom middle-aged man holding Lin Huang hummed softly, and when Mai waved, he rolled up the three thousand heroic spirits, and said calmly: "Let's all go back, wait for a thousand years, and it is nothing to wait for a while." The sun rises in the east mountain, and there will be a comeback one day!"

"Obey the orders of Lord Dragonhead!"

The three thousand heroic spirits shouted in unison, and the faces under the cold iron armor still couldn't contain the excitement in their hearts. Then he walked towards the Bronze Ancient Great Wall without any hesitation, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

On the battlefield, Lin Huang was already scarred, but he fought hard to hold on to the present. Looking at the middle-aged phantom beside him, his heart was full of turmoil.

It was just a phantom after a person's death, just a wisp of remnant soul.

It's not middle-aged, but it's not a young man, and he looks like he's in his thirties.

The man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and he was not very handsome, but his body was full of weather. In the sword eyebrows flying obliquely, there is a trace of vicissitudes.

The dark eyes seem to be full of sorrow, but there is purity and sincerity that can never be dissipated.

is not particularly tall, but the posture of standing is like a negative hand on the top of the mountain, pointing out the mountains and rivers of the world. Or step on the Kunpeng and travel between heaven and earth.

Well...... At the feet of the latter there was a bald bird.

Lin Huang looked at the waist of the man in coarse linen, a belt made of a dragon. There seems to be a knife missing from the waist, which makes the masculinity imperfect.

There is a big rusty iron knife, called Moment!

"Second Senior Brother?"

Lin Huang raised his head, looked at the phantom beside him, and shouted tentatively.

"Louder!"

The man in coarse linen said with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze.

Lin Huang laughed while vomiting blood, and reluctantly got up and bowed respectfully to Qin Changsheng, "Lin Huang has seen Senior Brother Changsheng!"

The man in sackcloth glared and patted Lin Huang's shoulder, "Is it so serious? It's a little pedantic!"

Lin Huang scratched his head, with a smile on his face, and continued: "Senior brother is better looking than the one on the portrait!"

The man in sackcloth laughed, "Little junior brother, you are really as wise as a torch, and you are very sincere, you are not a liar at first glance!"

Lin Huang secretly said in his heart Sure enough, as he imagined, he was a somewhat narcissistic and uneducated person who pretended to be literary and artistic.

This is very Qin Changsheng!

At this moment, countless martial artists on the battlefield were staring at the phantom in the void, with doubts and a little shock on their faces.

The evil saint is above, how can this person still talk and laugh like this?

But it's strange that the evil saint in the void seems to have been beaten out of the sky, and it hasn't appeared for a long time.

"Little junior brother, you just made a little bit of a nose passage three knives, the way you hold the knife is a little wrong, and the feeling of splitting out is still not as handsome as senior brother!"

Qin Changsheng said with a warm face.

Lin Huang was suddenly choked......

Qin Changsheng through the ages is really very unusual.

In the void, I don't know when the wind and clouds are surging. Qin Changsheng, who still wanted to teach the Great Dao of the Forest Desolation, frowned slightly, looked up at the void, and then sighed.

Under the sky, a middle-aged man in white sat in a wheelchair, his temples were slightly frost-white, and he held a sunspot in his hand, manifesting in the void.

The middle-aged man in white looked at the man in sackcloth below, his calm face trembling constantly. In the vast eyes, it seemed that for the first time, excitement poured out.

"It's been dead for a thousand years, and you still know about it?"

As soon as Li Baiyi opened his mouth, he was furious. Where is there still a strategy for the world, and the bearing of a thousand years is simply a spoiling scenery.

Qin Xuance also looked at Li Baiyi, who looked like a fairy, sighed again, barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and scolded with a smile:

"I haven't seen you for a thousand years, how did you become like this bird?"

"It's your business!"

"It's none of my business, I've been dead for over a thousand years anyway. You Li Baiyi is useless, and you haven't found me after looking for a thousand years, or my little junior brother is amazing, and he has practiced the three knives of the nasal passage, you see, it will wake me up at once."

Qin Changsheng said with a smile.

"That's all you tell me?"

Li Baiyi was furious.

Qin Changsheng waved his hand, his expression was a lot more serious, "It's already like this, and he still has a chess piece in his hand." Do you really think you're amazing? For the sake of my life, it's worth it to waste my legs?"

"When you insisted on going your own way, why didn't you think that I would lose my legs?"

Li Baiyi snorted coldly.

Qin Changsheng's face was slightly gloomy, and then he sighed: "Let's talk about it, how many shackles are in the body, how many curses are there, can you still bend down, and how many times do you owe God God?"

The corners of Li Baiyi's mouth were slightly astringent, but his face was cold, "Does it have anything to do with you, a dead man?"

Qin Changsheng was helpless, his big sleeves fluttered, he stood proudly in the sky, looking up at a clear world, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, "It had something to do with me before today, but it won't be after today." So, let me see how many harmful things you've done in the past thousand years!"

After that, Li Baiyi's face had changed greatly. Unknowably, the white-clothed middle-aged man under the willow tree threw himself out, trying to stop Qin Changsheng, but fell directly to the ground.

Even if the latter was able to act naturally, how could it be that in an instant, the true body rushed to the Eastern Spirit Realm to stop Qin Changsheng.

What's more, in the sky above the Yin Yang Valley, Qin Changsheng had already pointed it out with one hand, pointing directly at the sky.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color in a terrifying way, and countless ink clouds gathered to turn the Eastern Spirit Realm into night. In the ink clouds, thousands of thunders roared, like a wild flying dragon, wanting to completely kill the Tianjiao who had only a trace of remnant soul left in the world.

Under the ink clouds, Qin Changsheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the sea of ink clouds and thunder above his head, shining brightly, like a round of sun dispelling darkness between heaven and earth, fluttering like a fairy to welcome the coming of heaven's damnation......