Stars suddenly appeared in Bai Xiaopang's eyes, and he immediately said in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner, "This is open, brothers, I will take the lead, don't worry about you in the back", said and paced with square steps, carried his hands behind his back, and walked towards the main hall with his head held high. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone's hearts trembled, and they immediately accelerated the pace of addition, "How can you let this kid take the lead?"

However, Yu Zhange is very leisurely, he is enough to be sure that with Jun Qinghan's mind, maybe he will be next to Bai Xiaopang, watching this kid go all the way.

Without Bai Xiaopang's singing, everyone was suddenly in a comfortable mood and struggled to move forward, but they suddenly found that the last eight steps were like a moat, making everyone feel like they couldn't reach it.

The corners of Jun Qinghan's mouth were cold and indifferent when everyone walked to the thirtieth step, he walked to the ninety-second step, and when everyone walked to the ninety-second step, he just took the last step, and there was a difference of half an hour during this period.

When the stone door opened, Jun Qinghan's face was solemn, and he stepped in cautiously, and what came to his face was a sense of vicissitudes and regret that had been precipitated for thousands of years.

In front of Jun Qinghan, in the center of the ancient hall, an erected ice coffin, which is frozen with the statue of this woman, graceful and gorgeous, from the petrified eyes, Jun Qinghan seems to be able to see a faint grievance and a thousand years of happiness and lovesickness hanging in the corners of his mouth.

Underneath the statue is a line of small and eye-catching letters:

For the king's life, for the king's dance, for the love and hatred of the king, a lifetime of suffering!

Jun Qinghan mourned in his heart, beside the ice coffin, there was also a stone statue, guarding the woman in the ice coffin for thousands of years, with shameful tenderness in his eyes and endless remorse! Looking at the ice coffin and the stone statue, Jun Qinghan suddenly bowed to them.

At the same time as the stone door of the main hall slowly opened, the stone statue next to the ice coffin began to appear a slight crack, Jun Qinghan watched the stone statue gradually unsealed, his steps fell slightly, and there was a trace of vigilance in his heart.

Suddenly, a leisurely sigh echoed in the hall: Mengqing cried, Mengqing danced, dreamed of repentance, and eternally lonely!

Jun Qinghan looked at the stone statue that began to be unsealed with some coldness in his heart, and he didn't have much sympathy or pity for him in his heart, the woman's thousand-year-old wait was not for his guilt, his remorse!

When the stone statue was shattered, Jun Qinghan quietly looked at the middle-aged man in the stone statue, dressed in white, conceited, full of snow, and regretful!

The closed eyes opened slowly, the man's eyes were blank, but there was tenderness, he opened his eyes in the face of Jun Qinghan, but he didn't seem to see Jun Qinghan, his body turned slightly, looking at the stone statue in the ice coffin, his indifferent face showed a smile, and he stroked the face of the stone statue woman through the ice coffin, and said softly and hoarsely:

"Mengxue, the mainland is in turmoil again, this time, I won't let you be lonely for a thousand years, I promised you, I will take you to the end of the world!"

Jun Qinghan looked at the man in white and sneered, and when he saw him, he seemed to see himself, "No one is there!"

Feeling the slight self-deprecation and ridicule behind him, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and looked at Jun Qinghan sharply, his thin lips poured out, with Sensen's killing intent, "You deserve to die!"

Jun Qing snorted, "What if I should die, it's not that I'm damned, it's that you're incompetent, otherwise how would I have gotten here?"

The middle-aged man's facial muscles trembled slightly, a trace of paleness appeared on his face, and he looked at Jun Qinghan and said with a slight question: "You slaughtered millions of living beings and opened the Pavilion of Hate Jun?"

The corners of Jun's mouth twitched, "Sort of, those millions of corpses and bones are built because of me, and millions of blood are shed because of me."

The middle-aged man suddenly sighed, "It seems that a thousand years have really passed, and the bloody storm has begun on this continent again", the man waved his robe, put his hands behind his back, looked at Jun and asked indifferently: "Do you want to seize the heavenly clothes and dust wind?"

"Yes", Jun Qinghan replied succinctly, but there was a slight ripple in his heart, "Presumably, the clothes and dust wind are the things of the person in front of him, and it is probably not easy to obtain them in his hands."

Sure enough, as soon as Jun Qinghan's words fell, the middle-aged man stared at Jun Qinghan with sharp eyes, and said lightly, "Why?"

"No, I want to take the heavenly clothes and the dust, so I'm here", Jun snorted lightly and coldly, and his tone was sonorous, not allowing anyone to put his beak, "Even if it is for the sake of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, I must take it."

"Ridiculous, who do you think you are? The sea of corpses and blood is just to wake me up, to tell me that the mainland is in turmoil again", the middle-aged man said lightly, as if a million blood woke him up.

A trace of coldness flashed on Jun Qinghan's face, looked at the stone statue in the ice coffin, and said sarcastically: "He has been waiting for you for a thousand years, and it seems that you still have to leave him."

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly at Jun Qinghan in a gaffe: "Who said that I was going to leave Mengxue, I will never let her down again in this life, I woke up, but this world is about to cause chaos, I want to find Linglongxin, replace Mengxue's dead lovesickness, and save Mengxue."

"Linglong heart?" Jun Qinghan's breathing stagnated slightly, and a trace of blood flashed in his eyes, "The body of the fallen god must have a delicate heart, and now there are already people who have the idea of fighting it again", and his heart was suddenly vigilant.

The middle-aged man looked at the blood light in Jun Qinghan's eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly, "Cloud Demon Pupil, are you from the Yun Clan?"

Jun Qinghan looked at the middle-aged man, puzzled, and immediately asked: "The rise of the Yun Clan was eight hundred years ago, and you have been petrified for thousands of years, you can't know about it."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said with a little desolation: "Why do I know? Why don't I know? What has happened in the past thousand years that is not expected?"

Jun Qinghan stared at the middle-aged man, his body trembled, "Who is this person? What does this mean? Expected? Could it be that this thousand years have been a game set up by anyone?"

At the same time as setting off a huge wave in Jun Qinghan's heart, a faint suspicion suddenly came to mind, "You are actually invisible!" I saw the middle-aged man say in some surprise, looking at Jun Qinghan's eyes became very weird, and with a light tap of his toes, Jun Qinghan stood in front of him in a blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed slightly, he revolved around Jun Qinghan, and whispered softly in his mouth, "Cloud Clan Bloodline, Hidden Clan Bloodline, Snow Clan Bloodline, Nirvana Dragon Soul, Snow Drifting Mountains and Rivers Tears, Remnant One Soul and One Soul", as he spoke, his voice unconsciously raised, and it seemed to have a faint excitement.

The man said unintentionally, but Jun Qinghan set off a huge wave in his heart, "He can actually see through himself, his whole body is covered by the master, and he can see through, at least he has to be a strong man with a white flag."

"Who are you?" Jun Qinghan asked suspiciously and vigilantly.

The middle-aged man replied to the question: "You actually cultivated the Void Flag, and you reversed the cultivation of the body of the gods, no wonder...... No wonder you want to seize the heavenly clothes and dust wind, no wonder millions of living beings died in vain because of you", a smile gradually appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Wow...... This hall is so big!" As the two of them talked, a terrible scream suddenly came to mind.

The middle-aged man's ears moved, his brows furrowed, his sleeves waved, and he was about to throw Bai Xiaopang out, Bai Xiaopang was happy to feel that he was crossing the arc in the air, and his mouth was full of laughter.

"Bang!"

Buttocks, fell on the stairs, Bai Xiaopang stood up unscathed, rubbed his ass ambiguously with both hands, and kept muttering, "Did I say something wrong? Why did you throw me out? Isn't that big hall big?"

The people who were still on the steps watched Bai Xiaopang roll down not far behind him, their expressions changed slightly, and there was a hint of vigilance in their eyes when they looked at the hall, "I was thrown out like this, and I still had my feet in the sky."

Yu Zhange glanced at Bai Xiaopang with a pale face, and then looked at the hall worriedly, "What about Jun Qinghan?" Thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and stepped out towards the ninety-seventh step.

In the main hall, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand at Jun Qinghan and instantly pulled him into another space, and at the same time, the stone statue in the main hall that was originally shattered was restored again in one breath.

In the middle-aged man's space, Jun Qinghan looked at the man with a cold face, and asked sharply, "Do you want to take it?"

The middle-aged man looked at Jun Qinghan in a daze, and suddenly smiled, "Who in the world dares to take away the cultivation of the Void Banner?" Don't worry, I have no malice in pulling you into my space."

"Why is that?"

"I'll give you the clothes to protect you from the dust, and you help me find a delicate heart", the man said indifferently.

"No!" Jun Qinghan refused, and said without hesitation: "Since you know that I cultivate the body of the fallen god, you must know that the body of the falling god requires a delicate heart, how could I hand him over to you, and I can't get the heavenly clothes and dust, and the other two different blue flags." ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand and stopped Jun Qinghan's words, "Exquisite heart, seven exquisite hearts, if each heart is put into red tears, it will evolve into another exquisite heart, so if you find a delicate heart, it is equivalent to finding seven exquisite hearts",

"I wonder now, would you like to?" the man asked with a smile.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, stared at the man's eyes, and after a long time, he replied solemnly: "Deal!"

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled indifferently and stood with his hands in his hands, "Boy, you are right, no matter what the reason, I will not leave Mengxue behind."

While the two were talking, everyone had successfully climbed the hundred-step stairs, and with everyone, Bai Xiaopang stroked his ass and walked into the main hall, and said cautiously, "Wow...... This hall is so big!"

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed suddenly, and his eyes flashed with sparks of rage...... (To be continued.) )