surnamed Wang

To be on the safe side, Wang Bingquan went to Zhongfeng Hall to contact Sanxiandao, and learned that Bai Hao was indeed entrusted by his master, and snatched the sword back from Hei Shou Jiao.

The old guy had already planned everything out and helped himself a lot, but Wang Gangquan always felt like he was being manipulated.

This feeling is not uncomfortable, but there is a faint feeling of discomfort.

At the end of the call, Li Changsheng asked his apprentice to devote himself to cultivation, and the plan of the Black-headed Jiao has been revealed. Once the incident happens, the entire Shura world may collapse, and only tyrannical strength can protect himself in the chaos.

Wang Gangquan has always listened to persuasion in matters of life and death, and Di Xin told him the method of sacrificial refining. All he needs now is time, but can the black-headed dragon give time?

……

Time flies, and it is several years in a flash.

Wang Bingquan completely integrated the sapphire sword frame into his soul, but it is only a sword frame after all, unable to perform sword moves, and its shape remains unchanged, and it is not even affected by the transformation technique.

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

There were strange noises and vibrations from the sky from time to time, accompanied by various roars, as if a big monster was born.

For the first time in nearly [-] years, the gray sky became clear. Behind the clouds and mist was nothingness, neither the sun nor the moon nor the stars.

A figure flew across the sky, holding a black chain, coming and going in a hurry.

Wang Gangquan didn't want to get to the bottom of what happened, what should come will come.

Di Xin left Lingyun, and if he guessed right, he would most likely join the Black-headed Flood Dragon's side. If Wang Gangquan couldn't find a way to go back, even these Lingyun old people would become part of the spirit-destroying army.

He doesn't like the so-called Holy Spirit, but if it's another day, it will only lead to a new chaotic world.

Wang Gingquan was sitting on the edge of a cliff, with the whistling wind coming from his ears, a figure came to stand beside him, and said in a slightly immature voice:
"Master, what are you thinking?"

In a few years, the boy at that time has grown into a teenager, and his eyebrows are more and more like Lu Yushan.

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

Wang Gangquan patted the flat place beside him, and said:
"Guizong, what are you doing now?"

"The gas refining period."

"How stupid, sir, I have already established a foundation at your age."

The boy sat down obediently and remained silent.

Wang Gangquan thought it 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, "Master, what do you think will happen in the end of this war?"

"Who did you hear that there was going to be a war?"

"The elders have been talking with their father for the past few days, and it seems that there is a big difference."

Speaking of this, the boy lowered his head and whispered:
"I don't want my father to get involved, let alone stand against the Holy Spirit."

"why?"

The boy fell silent again.

There was a loud noise in the sky, which usually stopped for a while, but this time it lasted for a whole stick of incense, and the sound became louder and louder.

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

The depression like black clouds pressing down on the city spread in all directions, and a wild laugh sounded from the sky:

"It's been 1 years, I'm healthy again, and I'm finally out."

The young man's expression changed, he stood up suddenly and said:
"The military god is healthy again."

It was the first time for Wang Gingquan to hear this name, and just as he was about to ask, the young man beside him suddenly disappeared.

He widened his eyes and murmured:
"You told me this is the Qi refining period?"

……

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

The palms are dark and old, and the gauntlets are dilapidated, but the burst of power seems to have broken through thousands of years of barriers.

With the arms stretched out, the ground in all directions seemed to be pulled back by some kind, and they all retreated, and a deep pit soon formed in the center.

An armored old man with white hair and gray beard sat cross-legged in the pit, with a burly figure and broken armor all over his body.

Suddenly, a young man appeared above him.

The old man opened his eyes, looked up at the young man, and said with hale and hearty eyes:

"Bai Hao, I haven't seen you in ten thousand years. The old man is getting old, but you are getting younger and younger."

The boy didn't speak, but raised his hand, and the white spear appeared in his palm.

The old man who was the second evil god in ancient times stood up slowly, twisted his muscles and bones, and the armor on his body began to heal visible to the naked eye.

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

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

The old man named "Youkang" didn't look at the boy in the sky, he stroked the sword lightly and said:
"Old buddy, we can fight on the battlefield together again."

A strange aura emanated from Youkang's body, and the thousands of miles of land centered on it instantly turned into scorched earth.

All the monks, birds and beasts, were turned into ashes by the invisible fire.

This fire is the fire of war.

As far as the flames of war are concerned, there is devastation everywhere.

The pupils of the boy in mid-air constricted for a while. The opponent had been imprisoned for ten thousand years, yet he still had such strength.

He didn't dare to hide anything from the old man whose rank was second only to him. He closed and opened his eyes, and his figure instantly transformed into a man.

Wearing white armor and riding a white horse, how heroic.

An invisible bloody murderous intent spread, spreading thousands of miles in an instant, faintly forming a counterweight to the scorched earth below.

After the cultivation reaches the Holy Immortal Realm, the competition is no longer the cultivation, but the strength of each.

Boundary power, also known as domain power, uses its own strengths to forge momentum and form a boundary around the body.

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

Invincibility is the invincibility that takes the life of the enemy, and it is also the invincibility that cannot be killed.

……

Killing gods, slaughtering creatures, piled up corpses like mountains, and piled up blood into seas, only to gain a fierce reputation.

The god of war, a soldier and horse all his life, no blade of grass grows at the point of his sword.

In terms of fighting alone, Kang is no match for Bai Hao, but on a battlefield with tens of thousands of people, he can mobilize his fighting spirit for his own use. The bigger the battle, the stronger his strength will be.

In the Battle of Exterminating Spirits back then, the battle power of the Army God was raised to the level of the Holy Spirit, so that one of the two Holy Spirits could be killed and the other injured.

The young man in white armor stood on the horse and said coldly:

"You Kang, you have been imprisoned underground for ten thousand years, how can you maintain your current cultivation?"

The old man stood leaning on the knife, looked up to the sky and said with a smile:
"Bai Hao, who do you think started the tens of thousands of years of war between the Three Realms of Yangcang and the Three Immortals?
The old man has never starved himself, unlike you, who is willing to be a dog that will not bite people for a false name, and now you are no longer as good as the old man. "

After saying that, the surrounding scorched earth suddenly expanded from thousands of miles to thousands of miles, instantly overwhelming the killing field in the sky.

……

In the distance, the black-headed flood dragon who personally caused the situation in front of him frowned slightly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that Bai Hao still has a backup, otherwise the other party wouldn't be able to ignore him all these years.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Now is not the time to be timid.

The Black-headed Jiao made up his mind, turned around and flew towards the center of Shura - where the ancient gods of good and evil who are famous on the list are locked up.

... (end of this chapter)