Valkyrie

Chapter 1156
The sudden change surprised Huang Wuxu.

He was bitten by that head before he could withdraw the wooden phoenix chain that wrapped around Lin Huang's body.

On the viewing platform, thousands of people were shocked.

The Seven Profound Divine Phoenix, that is the legendary martial soul on the martial soul list.Unexpectedly... just like this, how many were eaten by a black head?
Many Saint Emperors frowned.

The murderous intent in the eyes is great!
On Tianjing Mountain, Lin Huang looked up at Huang Wuxu in the distance, "Your phoenixes are not very delicious!"

Huang Wuxu's eyes tightened, and there was an inconceivable look in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Lin Huang still had his hole cards up to now.

There was surging anger and resentment in his eyes, when would a scoundrel that he once looked down upon be able to crawl on his head and run wild.

While thinking, the ancient divine voice sounded between heaven and earth.

I saw Huang Wuxu opened his arms, closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was feeling the beauty of the world.

That voice is ancient.

pathos.

mystery.

Many elders of the Huang Clan stood up suddenly, looking at Huang Wuxu bathed in the divine voice in the void, their complexions changed drastically.

In the corner of the viewing platform, the masked middle-aged man stared intently.

On Tianjing Mountain, Lin Huang was a little puzzled.

He felt an unusual aura, that ancient voice, which made him feel sad and desperate, as if he saw the darkness of the end and the blood of the gods.

Shenyin...

It seems to have infinite magic power, making most of the audience on the viewing platform silent, fearful, and horrified!
"What kind of song is this, how come the old man has never heard of it!"

Behind the viewing platform, Ye Canglan asked Huang Lingsha beside her.

Huang Lingsha raised her head, with a look of loneliness on her face, "This is not some terrible divine comedy... this is the... sound of the phoenix clan's burial!"

"The sound of the burial?"

Li Taixuan raised his eyebrows.

But before Huang Lingsha could explain, Huang Wuxu floated up in the void.

It was he who floated up without the slightest effort.

He is like a feather, floating in the void.It seems to be tracing the source of divine music, going to the destination of the soul, and exploring the spiritual kingdom of heaven.

He flies in the sky!
Also disappeared from the void.

And the moment he disappeared, Lin Huang's expression changed.

I just felt a great momentum occupying the sky.

Behind the torrential cloud and mist, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him with murderous aura.

On the viewing platform, Huang Lingsha clenched the hem of her clothes tightly, with a worried expression on her face, "After the sound of returning to burial... it will be Shenhuang's returning to burial!"

"Before every phoenix of the Phoenix Clan is buried, it will send out the most powerful blow in this life! After a blow, it will either perish forever, or stand up from behind, and it will return from nirvana one day!"

"This blow...is very strong!"

Li Taixuan said, and then added: "It's comparable to a blow from the Holy Emperor!"

On Tianjing Mountain, Lin Huang's pupils shrank sharply.

Feeling the overwhelming coercion in the void, his figure gradually squatted down. He flicked his left hand and cut his right hand, adjusting his breathing.

clang clang...

In the next instant, there was the sound of the phoenix's long chant in the void.

Everyone looked up, only to see a divine phoenix shining on the world descending from the sky wearing the flame of Nirvana that set itself on fire.

It burns itself, delivering a mighty blow!
At the same time as Shenhuang was being buried, the forest barren on Tianjing Mountain sprang up like lightning.

The huge counter-shock force directly caused the dozens of steps of Tianjing Mountain to collapse.

In the void, two figures gradually rushed towards each other!

……

boom!
……

Between heaven and earth, there was a loud noise.

The monstrous flames swept across the world.

The smoke and dust all over the sky obscured everyone's eyes.

They couldn't see the Divine Phoenix that was buried in the world.

They also couldn't see Lin Huang rising from the ground holding two knives, they could only see the embers after the two collided...

this moment.

It was surprisingly quiet on the viewing platform.

Hundreds of thousands of people held their breaths and stared intently at the smoke and dust in the void that hadn't dissipated for a long time, their hearts beating extremely fast.

Their pupils gradually dilated.

One side is an understatement, the peerless arrogance who is expected to cross the eighty steps of Tianjing Mountain.

On the other side, at the cost of burning their lives, it is comparable to a blow from the realm of a holy emperor to bury the divine phoenix!

Everyone was silent.

After half a quarter of an hour, everyone's pupils shrank sharply.

A young man in white came out slowly.

There was blood on him.

There are scars.

But...he came out!

And in the hands of the young man, there is still a person being held at this moment.Carrying a dying person... Huang Wuxu!

Silence in the void.

Dead silence.

Then an incomparably violent sound erupted, sweeping through the entire void like ocean waves.

All the members of the Phoenix Clan got up, their faces were extremely ugly, they stared at the forest waste in the void, with hatred and terrifying murderous intent in their eyes.

"This kid, there are too many enemies!"

Jun Xingshi laughed.

"It's someone else's enmity with brother Lin Huang!"

Jun Qingcheng is very partial.

"He wants to step down from the God of War Arena today... It's difficult!"

Jun Xingshi said suddenly.

"Huang Wuxu has already been defeated!"

"Aren't there still four young emperors?"

"Ok?"

Jun Qingcheng's complexion suddenly became serious, and her expression was very unnatural, "Father means that the four young emperors will make a move?"

"Even the burial of the phoenix of the phoenix clan can be blocked, and the climate is gradually becoming stronger. This is comparable to the power of the holy emperor's blow. The four young emperors can sit still, and the people behind them will not let Lin Huang grow up." !"

The Jun Xingshi analyst said, and then he shook his head, "It seems that today's battle of the Holy Emperor is unavoidable!"

With that said, Jun Xingshi looked in the direction where Li Taixuan and the others were.

There... Li Taixuan and others have disappeared without a trace.

In the void, Lin Huang calmly landed on Tianjing Mountain, he held Huang Wuxu who seemed weak and boneless in his hand, and threw him out like trash.

But at the bottom of Tianjing Mountain, the battle is still going on.

Because of the existence of Tianjing Mountain, the people of Huangtian Palace have been suppressed a lot here, and in addition to the harvest of nearly two waves of forest waste, the strength of the two sides is barely equal.

But only barely.

Over time, the Desolate race would be defeated.After all, there were more than 120 holy kings in Huangtian Palace before, so they couldn't be wiped out easily.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Huang coughed slightly, tore off his robe, and tied Shan Na Dao to his palm!
Then, with a long roar, Lin Huang swooped down from Tianjing Mountain.

"Belongs to the Desolate Race, retreat!"

Lin Huang's voice faintly rang in everyone's ears.

During the interval of the battle, only Lin Huang was seen falling from the sky like a cold spear.Holding two knives and wearing an immortal body, he was like a butcher, savagely slashing at the holy kings of Huangtian Palace.

And with the appearance of the forest famine, the originally somewhat scattered formation has also undergone great changes.

Behind Lin Huang, Ye Wushuang was on the left, Bai Shen was on the right, Lin Cangxue raised his sword and Song Changling was in the middle.

The five of them formed an offensive and defensive body almost instantly, piercing through the formation of Huangtian Palace like sharp knives.

Immediately, more and more disciples of the Huang race joined in, forming a seamless offensive and defensive trend led by Lin Huang!

In an instant, the Huangtian Palace was in chaos.

On the viewing platform, everyone could only see Lin Huang holding a pair of knives at the place thirty steps down from Tianjing Mountain, as if killing a demon king. He went up and down, leading the people of the Huang clan to scatter Huangtian Palace and reap the heads of the Saint King!

And this moment.

Yao Likong of Wan Yao Temple slowly stood up!
(End of this chapter)