Looking at the sudden figure, the tears in Jun Chengcheng's eyes burst out of the embankment at once, and on the snow-white little face, all the anger and despair suddenly turned into grievances, just like a little girl who was bullied outside, and when she returned home, she pointed to Beilin Weiyang in the distance, "I can't beat him!"

Lin Huang showed a gentle smile on his face, and kissed Jun Qingcheng's forehead, "Then Brother Lin Huang can only help you...... Kill him!"

Jun Chengcheng was still full of grievances, but then as if he thought of something, his bloody hands tightly grasped Lin Huang's robe, "Don't! Brother Lin Huang, go quickly, you go quickly, ...... you go."

"Since you're here, you're not leaving. Xiao Tian'er, I believe in Brother Lin Huang. I'll make him kneel in front of you!"

Lin Huang hugged Jun Chengcheng tightly in his arms and hissed and laughed, but in the hissing voice, there was a suppressed monstrous anger.

In the distance, looking at the forest wilderness that suddenly appeared, Bei Lin Weiyang showed a bright smile on his face, "The shrunken turtle finally appeared, and the time was just right, but it was still just to send him to death!"

Then, Bei Lin Weiyang raised his eyebrows and looked at King Yue Ren in the distance, "Don't let anyone disturb this battlefield! Next, it's the duel between me and Lin Huang." It's a bit of an anticipation, it's been a long time since I've been so excited, and I hope it doesn't disappoint me."

In the void, Lin Huang gently put Jun Qicheng on the top of a mountain, and laughed in a low voice: "Wait for Brother Lin Huang, wait for Beilin Weiyang, I'll take you home!"

"You must not lie!"

Jun Qingcheng grabbed the corner of Lin Huang's clothes, shaking his teeth and worrying and threatening.

Lin Huang grinned, then slowly stood up, turning his head to look at Beilin Weiyang high above in the distance.

Then, Lin Huang swept the air with one foot. All the heart-rending lungs in the body completely turned into monstrous flames.

Every step Lin Huang took, the murderous aura around him became terrifying.

The wrath of the Heavenly Shura in the body was also doubled.

Eight steps later, Lin Huang had already stepped into the sky, and he was far away from Beilin Weiyang.

Then, Lin Huang waved his sleeves.

An instantaneous knife formed by condensing vitality appeared in front of him.

The snow was all over the world.

Dressed in the Great Dao Buddha Shengshura.

Dressed in the Sacred Body of Xuanwu.

Wearing a sixth-level sword formation comparable to the realm of the Martial Emperor.

Behind him, there was a black dragon roaring, looking down on the world.

Lin Huang waved his sleeves again.

Suddenly, within a hundred feet of his body, the murderous spirit was vertical and horizontal, and the fighting spirit was soaring. Three hundred rays of light fell from the sky, turning into three hundred pitch-black iron horses, holding guns and invincible in all directions.

Lin Huang held the knife in his hand, stood in the air, and after glancing at the concubine's tomb below, he showed a hideous smile. Then, Lin Huang flicked his fingers, and a copper plate in his hand flew towards Beilin Weiyang, "The flower on the other side has been auctioned out, and it is worth a copper plate! This king will not owe you anything!"

Beilin Weiyang caught the copper plate with one hand, shook it with five fingers, turned it into powder, and his face was a little gloomy, "If you refuse the gift of this king, you will pay the price!"

Lin Huang hissed and sneered, "Don't you want to kill this king, I'm here, it depends on whether you have the ability to take my head!"

Then, Lin Huang waved his sleeves again and ordered three hundred iron horsemen, "Protect the concubine's grave, and kill without mercy!"

"Whoa!"

In the void, the iron horsemen from the Great Fengqingtian Ancient Great Wall roared in unison, as if hearing the general's order, the spear swept away, and it rushed to the tomb of the concubine in the mountain col, sweeping away the hundreds of Wuhou gravediggers in the Northern Forest Prison, as well as the eight life masters.

Bei Lin Weiyang stared coldly at Lin Huang in front of him, without the slightest movement, as if he was observing Lin Huang, and only smiled after a long time, "If you have some words, let's wait until later." Now that's it...... It's so shriveled!"

As he spoke, Beilin Weiyang jumped and came towards the forest wilderness. And at the moment when Beilin Weiyang rushed out, the latter's six-winged seraphim also reappeared, heading towards the forest wilderness.

The next moment, Lin Huang turned into a blood line and shot out!

Wrapped in the snow drifting world, the sixth-level sword array, and the roaring black dragon, Lin Huang held the sword in his hand, and as soon as he made a move, he was slashed by the Heavenly Absolute God......

Sonorous and sonorous.

In the void, a violent Jin Ge resonance erupted, and countless sparks shot into the sky, as dazzling as lightning and thunder.

The two flashed everywhere in the void, constantly fighting and fighting, crisscrossing a hundred and ten miles of territory.

Seraphic Purification.

Seraph's Wrath.

Fallen Angels.

Kill the god with a sword.

Cross Yama.

The heavens are absolutely slashed.

A nasal passage three cuts.

Countless terrifying martial arts gradually appeared, and the constant confrontation and fighting caused the void to shake, the fire and electricity danced, and the wind and clouds collapsed for more than a hundred miles.

Below the void, the people of the three sects and five mansions looked at the void where the war broke out again, and they all felt stunned, and then shocked.

They were stunned that Lin Huang was so immeasurable that even the princess of the Heavenly Punishment Temple was defeated in the hands of Beilin Weiyang, and Lin Huang even had to go to die. They were also shocked that Lin Huang had such endless means to be able to fight with Beilin Weiyang for so long without falling behind.

Above the void, Lin Huang and Beilin Weiyang fought more than once......

And below the void, the three hundred iron horsemen were like a torrent of steel plunging straight into the concubine's tomb, but a back and forth collision was like mowing grass, killing all the hundreds of martial marquis in the Beilin Prison. Regarding this, Beilin Weiyang and Yueren Wang didn't even look at it, and they were extremely indifferent and ruthless.

However, the eight Critics who were outside the concubine's tomb were like shadows, and the torrent of three hundred steel was invincible, and it didn't hurt them in the slightest.

Above the void, King Yue glanced in the direction of the concubine's tomb, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Return!"

Lin Huang also glanced in the direction of the concubine's tomb, and after seeing the strangeness of the eight life critics, he directly recalled the three hundred iron horses.

Then, the three hundred iron horsemen returned and strangled towards Beilin Weiyang.

"This king is very curious, are you here for the tomb of the concubine, or for the king......"

In the middle of the battle, Beilin Weiyang hissed and laughed. With a wave of his hand, the latter threw out the six-winged fallen angel to compete with the three hundred iron horsemen, and he personally fought with Lin Huang.

"Who are you?"

Lin Huang just asked.

"Does it matter? The important thing is that you are dying, even if you are not dying...... Once the concubine's grave is opened, you will live in self-blame and guilt for the rest of your life!"

"Then you have to be able to open the concubine's grave!"

Lin Huang took out a knife like thunder, and Sen Leng said.

"There are ninety-nine eighty-one prohibitions in the concubine tomb, and sixty-seven have been lifted in the first few hours, I believe that it will not be long before the concubine tomb will no longer have prohibitions, and when the time comes...... Maybe you won't live to that time!"

Beilin Weiyang mocked coldly.

The corners of Lin Huang's mouth were slightly raised, as if he was powerless to refute, and he didn't answer Beilin Weiyang's words, but the speed of the knife in his hand was getting faster and faster, the murderous aura was getting stronger and stronger, and the strength was getting stronger and stronger.

......

Eastern Spiritual Realm.

Heavenly entrance.

Above the pass, there is a snow-white tent.

Beyond the pass, hundreds of thousands of troops were eager to advance.

In the snow-white tent, there are eighty-one lamps of Changming Palace.

Forty-nine compasses.

A chessboard.

There are three more people.

One of them, dressed in a snow-white robe, sat cross-legged in front of the chessboard, his slender fingers twisting the black and white seeds, and slowly falling.

One son fell, and the eighty-one palace lamps in the camp tent were instantly lit.

When the word fell, the forty-nine compasses rotated forward and backward, emitting a circle of mysterious light.

And on the chessboard in front of the snow-white robe, the nineteen lines crisscrossing each other also exude a shining light, just like the vertical and horizontal path between heaven and earth. Only at the moment when the snow-white figure stroked the chessboard with one palm, the chessboard instantly reflected a scene in the void of the concubine's tomb......