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"Bang!" Lin Aotian summoned his Nine Lion Heavenly Spear when Qing Luan was close to the range of the Three Kings of the Netherworld, Qing Luan felt the fluctuation of energy and turned his head to look at Lin Aotian violently, Lin Aotian nodded and signaled Qing Luan not to worry, Qing Luan smiled confidently and stopped his steps and approached the stone seat again.

"Rockica. The secret puppet that had been motionless almost made a sound of bones rubbing against them at the moment when Qing Luan approached them, and the eyes that had been closed opened suddenly, Qing Luan was startled by this sudden change, and quickly stopped his steps and his whole body was stiff and motionless. "Click. There was another numbing sound, and the secret puppet sitting cross-legged slowly stood up and walked towards Qing Luan stiffly, Qing Luan's already nervous little face was red, holding his breath and not daring to make a sound, the three secret puppets came to Qing Luan and slowly raised their hands to grab Qing Luan, but Qing Luan didn't dare to move in the slightest! The secret puppet's sturdy arm was raised in front of Qing Luan's eyes, and Qing Luan could almost see the hairs on the secret puppet's hands. Lin Aotian almost used the martial arts in his body to the extreme! As long as the secret puppet dared to hurt Qing Luan, he would definitely rush forward as soon as possible. Finally, the three kings of the Netherworld stiffened after touching the secret energy outside Qing Luan's body, and their expressionless faces showed a touch of awe! The three kings of the Netherworld almost unanimously saluted Qing Luan's stiffness, and then slowly turned around and returned to their original position and sat down cross-legged, their dim eyes closed again. Qing Luan finally breathed a sigh of relief after the Three Netherworld Kings sat down, patted his chest lightly, and beckoned to everyone behind him, and his figure jumped onto the stone seat. Lin Aotian and the others were also relieved after seeing that Qing Luan was safe and sound.

Qing Luan stood in front of the stone seat and looked at the relief carving on the stone seat stupidly. Directly above the relief, there are solemnly engraved the words "Xuanming God of War", and the lifelike portrait on the relief is this Xuanying God of War! Qing Luan admired the superb skills of the carving person in his heart, the portrait was dressed in light battle armor, with a combat helmet on his head, although the portrayal of the face was not angry but could make people feel a trace of danger, the figure in the relief held his right hand on his chest, and carved a thing similar to the shape of a flame on his palm, holding a serpentine sword in his left hand and naturally pointing down, and his legs seemed to jump up one after the other. On the left side of the portrait are several words engraved with dragons and phoenixes. "The relics of the Xuan Netherworld, the god of war left behind, the non-dead, the soul does not come out, the relics must be paid, the blood of ten thousand people must be paid, and the secret of the Netherworld must fight with the Xuan Ming. When Qing Luan read the last word, an ominous premonition suddenly rose! When he looked down, he found that the stone slab he was stepping on was lower than the stone slab around him, as if a certain mechanism had been triggered. When Qing Luan put his eyes back on the relief again, the figure on the relief slowly squirmed, as if resurrected! It was only at this moment that Qing Luan realized that the legs of the figure were not jumping high but running! Looking at the gradually enlarged portrait, Qing Luan's back was instantly wet with cold sweat, and Qing Luan screamed and threw off his steps and ran towards everyone. "Run, that statue is resurrected!" Qing Luan's shout, which everyone heard, was stunned at first, with a puzzled face, but no matter how stupid anyone was when they saw Qing Luan's panicked appearance, they knew that something was wrong! A breath of almost despair came from the direction of the stone seat, and fear permeated everyone's hearts. The huge temple gate was so small at this moment that the people of the alliance were almost desperately squeezing out.

Lin Aotian quickly grabbed Qing Luan, who ran over, and jumped out of the door, "What happened?" Lin Aotian asked anxiously. Qing Luan breathed a sigh of relief and said in fear: "The Xuanying God of War... The Xuanying God of War has been resurrected!" Lin Aotian was stunned and asked in surprise after hearing this: "Resurrection?" Qing Luan nodded eagerly, and just as he wanted to speak, he suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, Lin Aotian quickly lifted Qing Luan and jumped forward, narrowly avoiding the attack behind him. A white light swept towards the open space outside the hall, and some weaker people along the way were directly shocked into a blood mist by this collision, and the higher strength was too late to dodge and was knocked to pieces. Outside the hall was a mess and miserable. The white light swirled strangely in the clearing, and turned into a figure!

Lin Aotian pushed Qing Luan aside and stared at the figure transformed by the white light in shock. The man was dressed in white battle armor and gave people an indestructible feeling, a gorgeous battle helmet, a face with clear eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, although it seemed random, but that trace of danger could not be concealed. Lin Aotian stared at the white figure and asked Qing Luan on the side, "He is what you call the Xuanming God of War?" Qing Luan nodded in fear. Lin Aotian took a few steps forward and looked at the Xuanming God of War and asked cautiously: "I didn't know that the predecessors of the Xuanying God of War fell here, so I took the liberty of breaking in and asked the seniors for forgiveness." The Xuanying God of War raised his eyebrows and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hehe, it's an honor! You and I have never met you, but you can say my name." Lin Aotian looked at the people around him who were wailing incessantly, gritted his teeth, hugged his fist at the Xuanming God of War and said: "The Xuanying God of War is famous all over the world, who in the world doesn't know? After hearing this, Xuan Ming looked up to the sky and laughed: "Oh, no, no, no, why do you have to leave since you are here? I accidentally let those guys go last time, so you can stay here for me today." Lin Aotian glanced around and shouted, "Is there anyone else who can fight?" As soon as Lin Aotian said this, except for a few sect heads, the rest of the people were cowardly and cowardly moved aside, fearing that they would be miserable.

Lin Aotian looked at the heads standing beside him and said in a deep voice: "Presumably you can also feel his strength, we may not be able to defeat him in a joint battle, but our goal is to just consume him, he is just an afterimage sealed by the Xuanying God of War on the stone seat, as long as we drag him down, he will become weaker and weaker, everyone be careful!" Everyone nodded solemnly, and summoned their respective magic weapons with a knot of handprints. The big war, on the verge of breaking out...