In front of Wuchan Temple, with the cooperation of Lin Huang and Jun Chengcheng, in an instant, the heads of several martial marquis were cut off.

Subsequently, Lin Huang was like a spear that broke through thousands of armies, rushing towards the mountain gate of Wuzen Temple.

The people behind him followed, like an invincible sharp knife, straight into the heart of the enemy.

"All the martial marquis will attack together, kill this son, and they must not be allowed to rush into the Wuchan Temple! It only takes half an hour, and the blood marquis can break through the forest of three thousand steles and cut off the eighth detention!"

In front of the mountain gate of Wuchan Temple, there was a black-clothed Wuhou who roared coldly, and the whole person turned into a cloud of crimson blood mist, killing Lin Huang and others.

In the battlefield, looking at the black robes of the Blood Spirit Hall that came from the mountains and went forward one after another, as well as the many martial arts powerhouses that condensed into a river of blood, Lin Huang sneered, and his voice was as loud as a thunderous shock:

"Not long ago, Xie Qinghou ended the battle and cut more than 800 black robes in the Blood Spirit Palace. I want to give it a try today, can I also kill eight hundred black robes?"

On Wuzen Mountain, Lin Huang laughed loudly, his eyes were full of domineering color, and when the demon suppression knife in his hand was flipped, all the killing moves swept out, making the entire void air breath change greatly, revealing a palpitating atmosphere.

Lin Huang stepped on the corpse and walked forward, the long knife in his hand was stained with blood, and the whole person was cold and cold, revealing a ruthless aura, like a killing god walking on the battlefield of Shura.

Boom, boom, boom.

Prosperous......

In less than a quarter of an hour, the lush Wuzen Mountain has turned into a ruined wall, the ancient rocks and trees of the mountains have turned into powder, the mountains have cracked and blackened, and the blood has flowed down the mountain like rain.

The mountains were littered with the corpses of black-robed men.

From the foot of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there were thousands of people in the black robes of the Blood Spirit Hall who died here, all of them were stumps and broken bodies, and blood stained the mountain peaks red. There was a pungent smell of blood in the void, and there was no longer the Zen and charm that it once had.

In front of the mountain gate of Wuchan Temple, Lin Huang waved his arm and shook off the blood all over his body before he put away his knife and stepped into Wuchan Temple.

Wuzenji Temple is not big!

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, it only takes a quarter of an hour.

From the mountain gate to the back mountain, it only takes a quarter of an hour.

Even if it is the Divine General's Mansion, it will take half an hour to go from beginning to end. Therefore, this ancient temple that has stood for two hundred years in the East Spirit Realm is really not big.

It can even be said that it is pitiful for a small one.

But the temple is also very large......

It was so big that some people spent a few days, but they couldn't pass through the forest of 3,000 steles, and they couldn't enter the pagoda in the center of the stele forest, which emitted the sound of surging ancient bells.

Lin Huang led everyone all the way, looking a little tired and embarrassed. After all, they have just experienced a big war, and even if everyone is strong, they are also mortal in the flesh!

When Lin Huang had not yet approached the Three Thousand Stele Forest, he felt an astonishing blood aura, which made Lin Huang feel an extremely dangerous feeling in his heart for no reason.

"Boss Lin, ...... there"

Bai Xiaopang suddenly widened his eyes, and pointed to the southwest corner of the Three Thousand Stele Forest, with a shocked expression, obviously shocked by the scene in front of him.

Lin Cangxue looked at it, and her breathing also stagnated.

In front of the four of them, there is a forest of 3,000 steles.

A desolate land is full of dark steles, like three thousand tombs, with a wordless breath of dead silence.

At this moment, the Buddhist inscriptions engraved on each inscription are blooming with golden Buddha light, and the Sanskrit words around the inscription are shining, gathering under the sky, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

The ancient power of wishes, which fills the sky, seems to be able to suppress all evil spirits.

However, even though it is the power of Buddhism. At this moment, the forest of 3,000 steles is full of monstrous blood. A huge lake of blood was formed, enveloping the forest of three thousand steles.

The lake of blood rolled over, and the pungent bloody breath swept through the heavens and the earth, killing all the wishes in the void.

And in the midst of that lake of blood, there is a huge blood python.

The blood python is more than 100 zhang long and three zhang thick. Bright red as blood. The body of the snake surged in the lake of blood and the forest of steles, causing the blood to roll up, and all of them headed towards the pagoda in the center of the forest of three thousand steles.

Lin Huang raised his head, and as far as his eyes could see, he saw that the terrifying blood python stretched out half of its body, and its head was as huge as half of the stupa, and the latter roared at the stupa, causing the entire blood lake to be turbulent.

The blood python had a ten-zhang long snake letter, dripping with sticky blood, and stared at the people in front of the pagoda coldly and viciously.

If you talk about the entire 3,000 stele forest, there is still a place that has not been attacked by the blood lake and the giant python, there is no stupa that has stood for less than 200 years, and under the stupa, the people who are protected by the monstrous Buddha's light.

Under the stupa, the Tzusheng of Wuzen Temple sat cross-legged, looking compassionate and painful, and extremely pale. The string of prayer beads in the latter's hand was constantly being plucked, and it seemed that it would break at any moment.

However, around Cisheng, there is a golden Buddha Gang.

is like Wuhou Tiangang, but it is integrated into the monstrous Buddhism.

It was also this golden Buddha Gang that blocked the invasion of the Blood Lake and the attack of the giant python in the Blood Lake.

In the golden Buddha, in addition to Cisheng, who was almost exhausted, there was also a young man in sackcloth. The latter pinched the seal with both hands, and one mysterious rune after another permeated his body, constantly blending into the heavens and the earth.

Outside the golden Buddha Gang, there were thirteen dead people.

It was thirteen Xuanyuan Mansion Iron Horsemen.

And it's thirteen martial marquis!

They are not from the Xuanhuang Four-character Battalion of Heaven and Earth, but an iron horse in Xuanyuan's Mansion, guarding the safety of Xuanyuan's troops and never appearing.

At the beginning of the tomb of King Wu, Lin Huang saw the Xuanzi battalion in Shen Qingshan's hand explode and attack the Bloody Marquis with a jade shattering array.

And the jade shattering array is from the Xuanyuan Mansion Jade Shatter Army!

The existence of the Jade Shattered Army, in the Eastern Spirit Realm, has always been a legend.

Because in the clan rules circulated in Xuanyuan Mansion, only when the Xuanyuan clan is facing the catastrophe of extermination, or when the Eastern Spirit Realm is in danger, will this jade broken army appear, as the last force of Xuanyuan Mansion.

For hundreds of years, even if Xuanyuan died without a body, he had never seen the Jade Shatter Army walking on the land of Dongling.

And today, Lin Huang looked at the past from afar. I saw the thirteen Shenwei Iron Riders wearing pitch-black armor, covering the Yama mask, and holding the Xuanyuan clan flag, and I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart.

He didn't know it was the Jade Shatter Army.

But Lin Huang knew that it must be the Jade Broken Army.

Rather for broken jade, not for the tile!

It's a pity that Lin Huang has not seen the demeanor of the legendary Jade Broken Army, but they died in Huangquan in order to protect the Mai youth in the golden Buddha Gang.

But even if he died, the thirteen jade shattered armies stood as thirteen pitch-black sculptures.

Between the thirteen sculptures, a large array of unparalleled slaughter was constructed, with the Xuanyuan clan flag as a spear, constantly attacking and killing the giant python.

Rumble!

Bang.

On the hillside, Lin Huang looked at the scene not far away, frightened and moved, sad and murderous.

The blood lake and the giant python must have been transformed by the blood god Hou. Just to push it to the pagoda and kill the young man in Mai who was hiding an eight-armed Shura Ding.

And the compassion of the Wuzen Temple, with a compassionate heart, boiled oil and lit the lamp to guard the landing cold.

The Thirteen Jade Broken Army, at the cost of their lives, built a large attack and killing array, wanting to kill the giant python.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Huang's expression was as cold as a knife, and his eyes revealed a piercing edge. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the forest of three thousand steles......

(End of chapter)