To be on the safe side, Wang Quanquan went to the Zhongfeng Hall to contact Sanxian Island, and learned that Bai Hao was indeed entrusted by his master to snatch the sword grid back from Hei Shoujiao's hands.

The old guy had already calculated everything and helped him a lot, but the royal authority always felt like being manipulated.

This feeling is not uncomfortable, but it is hidden unpleasant.

At the end of the call, Li Changsheng asked his apprentice to concentrate on cultivation, and Hei Shoujiao's plan was clearly revealed, once the incident happened, the entire Shura Realm could collapse, and only strong strength could protect himself in the chaotic war.

It is a matter of life and death, and the king has always listened to persuasion, and Di Xin told him about the sacrificial refining method, all he needs now is time, but can the black head Jiao give time?

……

Time flies, and it is a few years.

Wang Quanquan completely integrated the green jade sword grid into the divine soul, but after all, it was only a sword grid, unable to perform sword moves, and its shape remained unchanged, and it was not even affected by the transformation spell.

Things stalled again, but the atmosphere in the Shura world became more and more tense.

From time to time, there were strange noises and vibrations in the sky, accompanied by various roars, as if a big demon had been born.

For the first time in nearly 10,000 years, the sky was gray, and behind the clouds was nothingness, with neither the sun nor the moon nor the stars.

A figure flew through the sky, holding a black chain, coming and going.

The king doesn't want to get to the bottom of what happened, he has to come.

Di Xin left Lingyun, if he guessed correctly, he was very likely to join the Black Shoujiao side, if Wang Quanquan couldn't find a way to go back, even these old Lingyun people would become a member of the Spirit Extermination Army.

He has no affection for the so-called Holy Spirit, but if he says that the day is changed, it will only create a new chaotic world after all.

Wang Quanquan sat on the edge of a cliff, and there was a whirring wind in his ears, and a figure came to stand beside him, and said in a slightly immature voice:

"Uncle, what do you want?"

In a few years, the original boy has grown into a teenager, and his eyebrows are becoming more and more similar to Lu Yushan.

Everyone said that this child was not picked up at all, but Lu Yushan's illegitimate son outside.

Wang Quanquan patted the flat position next to him and said:

"Guizong, what are you cultivating now?"

"Qi refining period."

"It's so stupid, uncle, I'm at your age, and I've already built a foundation."

The boy sat down obediently and remained silent.

Wang Quanquan thought that it had hurt his young self-esteem, and said:

"It's okay, take your time, one day, you can also reach your father's realm."

The child suddenly raised his head, "Uncle, what do you think of this big battle in the end?" ”

"Who did you hear about going to war?"

"The elder and my father have been talking about it for the past few days, and it seems that there is a big disagreement."

Speaking of this, the boy lowered his head and whispered:

"I don't want my father to be involved, and I don't want him to be on the opposite side of the Holy Spirit."

"Why?"

The boy was silent again.

There was a loud bang in the sky, the usual sound that would stop for a moment, but this time it lasted for a long time, and the sound became louder and louder.

A gray-black cyclone rose into the sky, and the sky that had finally cleared up was covered again.

The depression like a black cloud crushing the city spread in all directions, and a rampant laughter sounded from the sky:

"It's been 10,000 years, I'm healthy again, and I'm finally out."

The young man's face changed, and he suddenly got up and said:

"The god of the army is healthy again."

It was the first time Wang Quanquan had heard this name, and he just wanted to ask, but the young man beside him disappeared.

His eyes widened and he muttered:

"You told me this is the Qi Refining Period?"

……

In the western land, an arm broke through the earth.

The palms of the hands were dark and old, and the armours were tattered, but the power that burst out seemed to have broken through the barriers of thousands of years.

As the arms stretched out, the four sides of the earth seemed to be under some kind of traction, and they all retreated backwards, and a deep pit soon formed in the center.

An old man with white hair and gray beard sat cross-legged in the pit, burly, with torn armor all over his body, and a hidden terrifying aura on his body.

Suddenly, a teenager appeared above him.

The old man opened his eyes, looked up at the young man, and said with a fierce gaze:

"Bai Hao, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, the old man is getting old, and your kid is getting more and more tender."

The boy did not speak, but raised his hand, and the white spear appeared in his palm.

The old man, who was the second evil god of antiquity, stood up slowly, twisted his muscles and bones, and the armor on his body was visibly beginning to heal.

After a while, the old man's legs suddenly exerted force, the ground sank again, and thousands of troops and horses suddenly appeared around him.

The old man opened his hand, and thousands of phantoms gathered in his palm, and finally condensed into a horse chopping knife.

The old man named "Youkang" did not look at the young man in the sky, he stroked the sword and said:

"Old man, we can fight together on the battlefield again."

A strange aura was born on Youkang's body, and the thousands of miles of land centered on it turned into scorched earth in an instant.

Inside, all the birds and beasts were burned to ashes by the invisible cremation.

This fire is the fire of war.

The war was in full swing.

The pupils of the young man in mid-air contracted, and the other party had been imprisoned for 10,000 years, and he still had such strength.

Treating the old man who was second only to himself, he didn't dare to hide the slightest secret, his eyes closed and opened, and his body instantly changed into an adult.

Wearing white armor on his body and riding a white horse under him, how heroic.

An invisible bloody killing intent spread, spreading for thousands of miles in an instant, faintly confronting the scorched earth below.

After cultivating to reach the Holy Immortal Realm, the competition is no longer about cultivation, but about their respective realm forces.

The power of the realm, also known as the power of the realm, casts momentum with its own strengths and forms a realm around the body.

The world can be big or small, weak and strong, the only thing that remains unchanged is that I am invincible in this world!

Invincible is the invincibility that takes the life of the enemy, and the invincibility that cannot be killed.

……

Killing gods, slaughtering living beings, piling up corpses like mountains, and accumulating blood into a sea of blood, only then can they get a fierce name.

The god of war, a lifetime of horses, pointed by the sword, not a single inch of grass.

On fighting alone, Kang is not Bai Hao's opponent, but he can be placed on the battlefield of tens of millions of people, he can mobilize his fighting spirit for his own use, the bigger the battle, the stronger the strength.

In the battle of destroying the spirits, the battle power of the god of war was lifted to the level of the Holy Spirit, so it could kill and injure the two Holy Spirits.

The white-armored young man stood on his horse and said coldly:

"Youkang, you have been imprisoned underground for 10,000 years, how can you still maintain your current cultivation?"

The old man stood with his knife in his hand, looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Bai Hao, who do you think provoked the war between the three immortals and the two realms in the past 10,000 years?

The old man has never starved himself, unlike you, who is willing to be a dog that will not bite for the sake of a false name, and now you are no longer as good as the old man. ”

With that, the scorched earth around him suddenly expanded from thousands of miles to thousands of miles, instantly overpowering the killing realm in the sky.

……

In the distance, the black head Jiao, who had caused the situation in front of him with his own hands, frowned slightly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that Bai Hao still has a back hand, otherwise the other party can't ignore him all these years.

The arrow is ready to be sent, and now is no longer the time to be timid.

Hei Shoujiao made up his mind in his heart, and flew towards the center of Shura, where several ancient gods of good and evil were imprisoned.

…… (End of chapter)