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Emperor Fengdu's self-detonation caused the conscription of the army, his eyes were red, and the group was passionate and murderous.

Lin Hai ordered the whole army to attack, desperately rushed toward the reaper.

Vow to pay tribute to the undead of Emperor Fengdu with the life of the reaper! Suddenly, the battlefield fell into chaotic fighting.

Every second, a large number of people on both sides died, the battle was tragic and extremely tragic.

As the saying goes, the mourning soldiers will win! Conquering one side of the army, the more courageous the Vietnam War, all killed their red eyes.

The harvester side, where it can resist, suddenly began to collapse like a tide.

"I want to run, there are no doors!"

At the sight of Lin Hai, there was a crazy killer in his eyes, and he shouted.

"The Diyin Dragon Clan has not participated in the war, but when will it be!"

Boom! The sound of Lin Hai's words fell to the ground, and the blood sea was boiling in an instant.

Suddenly, the sky shook and the sky was dark, covered by the overcast dragon.

"Kill !!!"

The dragon of the earth-yin kills the sky and comes from all directions with an unstoppable momentum.

Like a pocket, all the harvesters are besieged and mad eaten.

Suddenly, a scuffle! The fighting continued for seven days and nights, and when the last reaper fell, the battlefield was quiet.

Lin Hai's eyes were cold, and he looked at the murderous soldiers with morale, and shouted loudly.

"In my blood, worship the capital!"

Uh! Lin Hai finished speaking, suddenly a drop of blood flew out of his finger, suspended in the void.

"In my blood, worship the capital!"

Thousands of armies shouted in unison, countless drops of blood flew towards the sky.

Soon, they all gathered together, releasing a fiery breath.

Buzz! Unconsciously, the blood of the people rolled and turned into the appearance of Emperor Fengdu.

Seeing this, Lin Hai knelt down on one knee, and the army also bowed towards the virtual shadow of Emperor Fengdu.

"Send the emperor, please rest in peace!"

"Send the emperor, please rest in peace!"

"Send the emperor, please rest in peace!"

... the sound was trembling, with tragic, countless eyes, looking at the virtual shadow of Emperor Fengdu, and he was grateful.

If not the Emperor Wudu, at the expense of himself, killed the Supreme Lord and most of the reaper.

I am afraid that today's winners are not everyone present.

boom! At this moment, the heaven and the earth suddenly oscillated, and a heart-rending law of power descended from the sky.

The Emperor Fengdu, whose blood had been transformed, was swept into the void by this force.

Subsequently, everything was restored to peace.

... A year later, in the Hall of King Qin Guang, Lin Hai looked at Leng Yueru, his face full of sadness.

"Yueru, why don't you recognize me?"

"I really knew it was wrong."

Leng Yueru had a pretty face like frost, and looked away, coldly.

"Lin Hai, let it pass in the past."

"I said, Leng Yueru is dead, I am Yin Wusha."

"Don't mention it again!"

Lin Hai's mouth moved, and he still wanted to speak, but he heard Leng Yueru sing coldly.

"Anu, drop off!"

The old woman came over with a stingy face and turned towards Lin Hai with a bad look.

"Underworld, please!"

"Ugh."

Lin Hai sighed, lost his look, and looked at Leng Yuru for a long time before turning to leave alone.

Answered in the Diyin Dragon Palace, Lin Hai directly entered the demon pot and lay on the wooden bed of Xian'er.

Leng Yueru and Lin Hai no longer recognize each other, just like a thorn, thorn in Lin Hai's heart.

Lin Hai was lost and suffering.

Xian'er walked incomparably and thoughtfully, gently massaged Lin Hai, soothed Lin Hai's trauma with silent care.

Ding Dong! Suddenly, Lin Hai's cell phone rang.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, it was Chen Yan who updated the information on the public account.

"The Ten Temples of the Spirit Realm have been set, and the order of the prefecture is gradually restored."

"Okay!"

Lin Hai sighed, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

After the order of the local government is completely restored, you can proceed to revive Mu Yingying.

Thinking of this, Lin Hai sent a message to Lin Jian.

Little confused fairy: Lin Jian, what happened to Mu Yingying's soul?

Lin Jian: Master, the soul of Mu Yingying, was previously sealed by Princess Chu Lin'er. Although affected by the slightest impact of the war, it has little effect, and can be awakened for up to six months.

Little confused fairy: protect her well, don't have any failures.

Lin Jian: Master is assured, unless Lin Jian is dead, otherwise Mu Yingying is foolproof! After finishing the conversation with Lin Jian, Lin Haigang had to chat with Xian'er.

Suddenly, there was a scream and it rang outside.

"what!!!"

"I know, I finally know !!!"

Lin Hai jerked up with a hint of fineness in his eyes.

It ’s the voice of Stygian Patriarch! Uh! Lin Hai's figure flashed, and he had left the wooden house.

Then, he saw the Sect Master Sage, holding the token of Master Yifan, laughing wildly.

"Styx, what do you know?"

Lin Hai approached Styx and asked Shen Sheng.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"No wonder this token feels so familiar."

"It turns out that there is the atmosphere of the Ashura!"

Asura?

! Lin Hai heard, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face shocked.

Nothing else, it is really because of the reputation of the Ashura, it is really too big! It was a race created by the Sect of the Stygian River, in which the soul of the war dead and the son of the blood **** were merged in the Lich.

Stygian ancestors created the Asura tribe and made great achievements.

Although it didn't make the Stygian ancestors sanctified, it also made it the first strong man under the saint.

However, the ancestral path of Stygian ancestors is far worse than Nüwa.

Therefore, the Asura tribe created by the ancestors of the Stygian River, the ferocious males of the males, and the females of the demon sang.

The human race created with Nuwa is not at the same level.

"Hahahaha!"

At this time, Stygian ancestors laughed even crazier.

"Think about it, the **** of King Dizang, sitting on the shore of the nether blood, spends the asura."

"It is said that **** is not empty, vowing not to become a Buddha, all living beings are exhausted, and the bodhisattva is justified."

"I was moved by the heart of his bodhisattva, but I didn't expect it to be a conspiracy against my Ashura!"

"By the time I found out, it was too late. The entire Asura tribe was sealed by him and disappeared!"

"Today, with this token, it is finally possible for Ashura to see the sun again!"

After speaking, Sect Master Zhe suddenly pleaded toward Lin Hai.

"Netherworld King, I'm never asking for people. I beg you today and let me go."

"I'm going to take my token to find my clan!"

Lin Haiwen listened, but his heart moved, his face hesitant.

This token was given to him by Master Yifan, saying that after three hundred years, it could resolve the holocaust of the earth.

However, now the holocaust is over.

But this token has not come in handy.

Moreover, up to now, the time is just right, it is three hundred years.

Is it true that the real holocaust has not yet begun?

Or is it that the prophecy of Master Yifan is invalid?

Lin Hai pondered for a moment, but more and more confused, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Okay, I promise you!"

As soon as his thoughts moved, Lin Hai released the Stygian ancestor directly.

Is it a blessing or a curse? What is the use of this token? It is also time to reveal it!