Rumble!

The violent and boundless flowing light poured down the sky without restraint, scraping out bottomless gullies across the earth within a radius of dozens of miles.

But in the air, there were many mountains and various violent phantoms wrapped in shocking atmosphere, entangled with each other, as if the end of the world was in full swing!

Below, endless waves swept across, like stormy waves, covering the sky and the sun, and the waves were like dragons turning over the rivers and seas, rising and falling apart, swallowing the sun, moon, and clouds.

And in the waves, hundreds or even thousands of huge figures stand proudly like pillars, releasing a majestic aura and suppressing one side is beyond match.

"Brother Huang, you are no match for me, so you'd better retreat!"

In the air of Langya City, a short and strong middle-aged man with a slightly black face, looked at the middle-aged man who was about forty years old, wearing a brocade blue Confucian robe, with a clear face, slightly white temples, and a strange appearance, and persuaded him again.

"Han Zongqi, you and I have known each other for thousands of years, and we have fought for thousands of years. When did you give up halfway when you saw me?"

The man in Confucian robe shook his head and said indifferently, "Today, you and I will distinguish between superiors and inferiors, and will also eliminate life and death!"

"Why do you have to?"

The short and strong middle-aged man, Han Zongqi, flashed his lonely face and said softly, "We just want to live."

"Yes, everyone wants to survive!"

The man in Confucian robe recognized him surprisingly and nodded, "Striving your life, you and I are both making your life!"

"Brother Huang, is it worth it? You still have Bitao Pavilion behind you, and you have a long-lasting foundation. Are you not afraid of being destroyed in one go?"

Han Zongqi asked.

"There is nothing worth it or not, it's just whether to do it!"

The man in Confucian robe shook his head and said lightly, "The grudges and entanglements that have been around for thousands of years have actually not much to do with us, but there are some things that we always have to fight to see the real answer.

I am like this in Bitao Pavilion, isn’t it the same for your Han family and even the three families in Langya?”

"Haha, the three families in Langya?"

Han Zongqi laughed at himself and said in a low voice, "I know very well what happened back then. I don't want to say anything right or wrong about what my ancestors did.

But now, my Han family has paid so much and such a huge price, but you have tried every means to obstruct it.

Even the ancestor, my Han family has been worshipped for thousands of years, and has fulfilled all sincerity, and has achieved such a result?"

"No, you were wrong!"

The man in the Confucian robe said calmly, "Your Han family, including Xiao and Lu families, whether you gain or lose it depends on what you do.

As for that person... you never thought that if you had not protected him for thousands of years, how could you have the glory of your three families for thousands of years?"

"Hahaha!"

Han Zongqi laughed to the sky, hysterical, and burst into tears, and said self-deprecatingly, "Everyone says that our three families have been protected by that person for thousands of years, and we also bear the kindness of that person, but this does not mean that we must pay the lives of the entire clan to fulfill that person!"

"Ha, do you really think so?"

The man in Confucian robe shook his head, not without pity, but also felt a little disgusted, "We have known each other for thousands of years. I know very well what kind of person you are!

If what I expected was right, you three have been preparing for it many years ago.

Otherwise, I would not let the other ten companies go and create some unparalleled thirteen Langya companies.

Not to mention, you should know how disgusting the bullshit things you do each family are, and even the anger between man and god.

No matter what that person wants you to do, this does not mean that you can betray the human race and forget your ancestors..."

"Enough!"

Han Zongqi suddenly waved his hand and shouted angrily, "Huang Lang, I have been listening to your preaching. I have been listening to you for a thousand years, and I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore.

Since you are stubborn, I don’t need to be nostalgic. Today... you can stay here!"

"As you wish!"

In the middle age of Confucian robe, it is yellow waves. He smiled indifferently and waved his hands. The waves rose and fell, the sun was scattered, and the bright moon was in the sky.

"Ha, the bright moon in Bitao Pavilion!"

Han Zongqi let out a cold look, pointed at the empty floating sea surface with disdain, and said coldly, "We have fought for thousands of years. Your move has never beat me before. Today... huh?"

Just as Han Zongqi was about to take his trick and kill his old opponent in one go, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

The same is true for Huang Lang, frowning and looking at the undulating waves of nothingness.

Buzz!

But when the silver-white light suddenly appeared, a trembling and twisting crack broke out, and a very embarrassing figure jumped out of it.

"Uncle Han saves me!"

But as soon as the man appeared, he didn't have time to see what was happening around him, and shouted loudly and headed straight for Han Zongqi.

Buzz!

Immediately afterwards, the silver-blue light surged, turning into a vortex, spreading the chaotic space crack. A thin figure, holding the exquisite pagoda about a foot high and below, stepped out.

These two people are not others, but Lu Chuan and Shangguan Ming who are chasing in the void space.

"Haha, God helps me, Brother Huang, you will definitely lose today!"

Han Zongqi laughed loudly, waved a stream of light, swept away Shangguan Ming, and comforted him, "Don't panic, I'm here, no one can get on you!"

Not only that, when he took action, there was a huge phantom that suppressed the waves of thousands of feet, which suddenly flashed and smashed down towards Lu Chuan.

The violent aura brought about was unparalleled and solemn, and the murderous aura spread out. It actually brought about the power of thousands of troops with just one phantom.

"The Peak Spiritual Cultivator!"

Lu Chuan's eyes were slightly condensed, and without thinking, he shook his hand and threw out the Purgatory Tower, and in a moment it turned into a huge peak of thousands of feet, blocking the phantom.

Although Han Zongqi just had a random attack, Lu Chuan had seen the power of the three peak Lingji cultivators in the Netherworld Palace. The opponent was definitely not weaker than these three strong men.

"Haha, Brother Han is as always, and he can't change it until now, one big and one small problem!"

But before the two clashed, Huang Lang suddenly waved his hand, rolling thousands of feet of waves, rolling like thunder, instantly annihilated the phantom attack, and said with a faint smile.

"Shangguan Ming is really good at running!"

Lu Chuan's heart was slightly sunk. This was also a peak spiritual cultivator, and his face couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. "Why didn't these two old monsters go to the cracks in that space to fight?"

Now, Lu Chuan has seen that all the great cultivators of Lingji have gone to the space gap between Langya Blessed Land and the outside world.

Unexpectedly, there were two old monsters who were fighting in Langya City.

"Brother Huang, I advise you not to take action!"

Han Zongqi smiled and shook his head, not without any playfulness, "But now, it's too late to say anything. You're afraid you don't know who this kid is, and who he is chasing!"

"Um?"

Huang Lang frowned slightly, looked at Lu Chuan, feeling a little familiar, and looked at Shangguan Ming, who was so shocked and soared to the other side, feeling a little familiar.

Unfortunately, as the leader of the sect and a peak Lingji cultivator, one of the top classes under the power of the cave heaven, naturally he would not pay attention to the God-Tangling Immortal.

Although Shangguan Ming is already a great cultivator of Lingji, he has only just entered this realm and has not yet made much reputation in the entire human race.

Even if I mention it, at most I will add a sentence, the son of Shangguan Ce who is completely unspoken!

So much so that even though he had heard of the names of the top Lingji cultivators like Huang Lang, they had never taken the left ear to the right ear to the heart.

But Han Zongqi was different. One was the son of his old friend and the other was the family enemy. Even though this enemy was very weak and never cared about his heart, he remembered it.

"But the Lord of Bitao Pavilion, Huang Lang and Huang Pavilion Master in front of you?"

Shangguan Ming didn't know if he had received Han Zongqi's instructions, or had really recognized Huang Lang, he sorted out his clothes and bowed politely, "My younger generation Shangguan Ming, my father Shangguan Ce, has heard his father mention many times before that Lord Huang is a world-renowned master, but he has never been able to visit him."

"Oh, it turns out that he is Brother Shangguan's son, no wonder he is so outstanding!"

Huang Lang's eyes flashed slightly, and he was neither cold nor hot.

With his strength, it is naturally obvious at a glance that Shangguan Ming was a great cultivator of Lingji in the early stage, but he was chased by Lu Chuan, a peak god, and almost had no way to go to heaven and earth. There was nothing to say.

The evaluation of "excellent" is still based on the face of the supreme saints such as Shangguan Ce. Now it sounds like it is even a little ironic.

If it were in normal times, there would naturally be nothing above Guan Ming's cunning.

Unfortunately, he lost to Lu Chuan twice in a row, and both were extremely embarrassed. Now he was seen by two peak Lingji cultivators and ridiculed in person. He was as arrogant as Shangguan Ming. How could he bear it?

“Huhu…”

Shangguan Ming's chest fluctuated violently, and he forced a smile and said, "Young Master Huang's slightest cultivation level is not worthy of such a ridiculous praise from this young master.

However, this son is cruel and ruthless, poisoning the vast majority of ordinary people in Langya for their blessings, and doing all kinds of things that both humans and gods are angry. The younger generation dared to ask Lord Huang to take action and kill this beast to prove that our human race is bright and bright in the world."

"Oh!"

Huang Lang laughed and shook his head, his eyes full of playful thoughts.

With his experience, he ate more salt than Shangguan Ming ate. At least, this trick could not be hidden from his eyes.

Not to mention, after Shangguan Ming interrupted, Huang Lang could remember Lu Chuan.

Although he did not fully see through Lu Chuan's foundation, the Lord of Bitao Pavilion had learned a little vague information about Lu Chuan through certain channels.

Not to mention that there is no hatred between the two sides, even if there is one, how could Huang Lang take action now?

"Master Huang, don't be deceived by this beast. He is a cult from the Nether Palace. He has cultivated himself to not transform bones. I wonder how many human flesh and blood, flesh and souls have been refined. As a great monk of the righteous path, do you really want to see this beast confusing all living beings?"

Shangguan Ming was angry, but his face was righteous. He raised his hat without hesitation.

If it were usual, he would never, and even dared not provoke the peak Lingji Cultivator easily. Even as the legitimate son of aristocratic family, this identity gave him many innate advantages, but he also knew how to judge the situation and would not make enemies at will.

But now it's different.

Han Zongqi and Huang Lang are obviously dead. Shangguan Ming still needs the protection of the former, and the two families have had a friendship before. He will naturally not make mistakes on how to choose.
Chapter completed!