Outside the elegant firewood, the man picked up Beitang Qing'er and smiled dotingly.

Then, he turned his head to look at Lin Huang and said, "No matter who you are and why you appear in this place. It's not for you to come here!"

Listening to the voice, Lin Huang could tell that it was a middle-aged man, and there was an extraordinary bearing in his calm voice.

Lin Huang could feel the man's gaze, and he was peaceful.

But there is a hidden murderous intention.

It seems that for people on the outside, it is naturally repulsive.

Lin Huang coughed twice and nodded: "I'll leave!"

As he spoke, Lin Huang walked outside.

"Wait a minute!"

The man suddenly spoke.

Well?

Lin Huang turned back suspiciously.

I saw that the man was holding Beitang Qing'er, handed it to the woman, and then appeared in front of Lin Huang, and said, "I don't want you to remember this place, so ......"

Lin Huang's face froze, and then he stepped back and bowed on guard, "You want to wash away my memory?"

"Not bad!"

The man spoke.

"Daddy......"

Beitang Qing'er in the back spoke.

"Xiao Qing'er rest assured, Daddy won't hurt him. You know, it's for his good to send him away and wash away his memories!

The man smiled back, then approached Lin Huang, and continued: "I feel your resistance, if it were me, I wouldn't let people wash away my memory." But now that you've stepped into this place, you'll have to pay a price!"

"I can still choose to fight!"

Lin Huang took a deep breath, waved his arm, and slashed his palm.

"Fighting?"

The man snorted suddenly, and then said, "I'll personally send you out of the village!"

As he spoke, the man stepped forward and climbed onto Lin Huang's shoulder, looking very natural, as if they were two people with a very good relationship.

However......

Lin Huang was horrified.

With his current strength, even in the face of an ordinary martial saint, he can move twice. But in the hands of the middle-aged man, he didn't move at all.

High-level Martial Saint, or rather...... Holy King!

Lin Huang couldn't imagine what a mysterious mountain village this was. Its ancestors were able to escape the power of the rules of the ancient battlefield and come to this vast abyss. A little girl in the mountain village has a powerful power comparable to that of the Martial King. And the seemingly peaceful middle-aged man next to him is also so powerful.

At this moment, Lin Huang was like a walking corpse, under the middle-aged man, he had no power to resist.

"My name is Kitado Shu!"

The middle-aged man said jokingly, and then climbed on Lin Huang's shoulder, slightly forced......

Suddenly, Lin Huang only felt that the world was spinning.

There seemed to be a mysterious power that poured into his body. That power was extremely terrifying, causing the defense system of his whole body to collapse and collapse in an instant.

And Lin Huang himself was also taken by Beitangxiu towards the entrance of the village.

Lin Huang sank in a fog, and finally gradually lost consciousness.

......

Well?

In the endless trance, Lin Huang's ears seemed to sound with a sound of surprise. Then he lost consciousness completely.

......

When Lin Huang lost all consciousness.

The battle in the ancient battlefield is endless.

When hundreds of thousands of people outside the ancient battlefield were watching, on the other side of the Taixuan Domain, a major event quietly happened.

In this battle of the king, in the Taixuan Domain, the three sects, six mansions and nine gates, plus the domain main building, all had a large number of disciples rushing to the ancient battlefield.

Among them, each faction has an elder in the clan to lead the team to protect the safety of the disciples under the sect.

Only Qingtian Martial Mansion.

There were many disciples who left the Qingtian Martial Mansion, but they did not go to the ancient battlefield.

And the elders in the Martial Mansion, except for a few exceptions, all stayed in the Qingtian Martial Mansion. Even Pei Xiufu, who regarded Lin Huang as his apprentice's grandson, and Lu Donghuang, who regarded Lin Huang as a son, did not follow Lin Huang's side.

And the Qingtian Martial Mansion didn't know when, it was already filled with an extremely depressing aura.

Until one day!

The clouds of the Nine Heavens drooped down, turning into billowing black smoke that drowned the Qingtian Martial Mansion for eight hundred miles.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be the sound of thousands of armies roaring and roaring, which made the mountains and rivers turbulent for a while, and all beasts were terrified.

"Qingtian Martial Mansion, harboring the remnants of the descendants of the Demon Sect......! When the Manchu is exterminated!"

Above the clouds of the Nine Heavens, a mighty voice like thunder sounded, full of the majesty of the emperor, like an irresistible force of heaven and earth falling down, causing thousands of disciples in the Dewu Mansion to spit blood.

"Lord of the Palace, meet again!"

In the back mountain of Qingtian Martial Mansion, a soothing voice sounded. Then I saw a long rainbow rising from the ground and soaring into the sky.

Changhong dispersed, revealing Pei Xiufu's proud figure.

Dressed in white clothes and white hair, with a comfortable look.

And not far in front of him, it was the Lord of the Xingtian Divine Temple, who was wearing iron armor and standing in Yuanyue, the Monarch of the Punishment World!

Appearing in the Qingtian Martial Mansion again, Jun Xingshi did not have the gentle courtesy of the previous time. In its place, there is a chilling coldness in the world.

He stepped on the giant beast, and there was an iron-blooded banner waving in the wind behind him, and on top of the battle flag, there were eight blood-forged killing characters:

——Inspect the common people and enforce the law on behalf of the sky!

And behind Jun Xingshi, the Heaven Survey Division, the Law Enforcement Division, and the Adjudication Division, the three divisions lined up, and the murderous aura was like a sea, and a substantial blood cloud was formed in the void.

Not only that, but after the three divisions of the temple. There is even a vast army of snow, which is an army of silver armor and feathers.

They lined up above the nine heavens, as if they were coming with the mighty kingdom of God, looking down at the ants below.

Pei Xiufu looked up at the army in the distance, and suddenly laughed loudly, "It turns out that this is the legendary Silver Feather Army of the Xuantian Divine Clan! Qingtian Martial Mansion...... Teachable!"

Jun Xingshi's eyes were slightly condensed, and there was a majestic murderous intent in his eyes, "Harboring the remnants of the descendants of the Demon Sect, Pei Xiufu, do you have anything to say?"

Pei Xiufu looked at Jun Xingshi and shook his head calmly. Then he laughed out loud: "The Qingtian Martial Mansion belongs, and it is only a battle to the death!"

"Where is the spirit of the Martial Mansion?"

Pei Xiufu let out a long roar and fell to the ground like thunder.

"In!"

In the Qingtian Martial Mansion, there are 10,000 people. Then, I saw a series of figures swept into the sky and appeared behind Pei Xiufu.

Pei Xiufu glanced back at everyone in the Martial Mansion, and then held a long sword in his hand, pointed directly at the monarch's punishment world, and scolded: "The Qingtian Martial Mansion was established for thousands of years, and it was also established in the great wars of the world thousands of years ago. It has witnessed a thousand years of history, and witnessed the black and white of right and wrong thousands of years ago. Fair...... Feel at ease!"

Jun Xingshi's expression was cold and unchanged, looking at Pei Xiufu who was laughing in front of him, and the people of the martial arts behind Pei Xiufu. Jun Xingshi raised his palm indifferently......

"No mercy!"

Only when the palm of Jun Xingshi's hand fell, the three divisions of the Xingtian Temple suddenly rushed out, and the mighty army, like a long steel dragon sweeping thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, crushed towards the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

"Kill!"

Pei Xiufu let out a long roar, and the long sword in his hand roared fiercely, killing the monarch and the world.

In an instant, a battle broke out in the Dead Clan!

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