Valkyrie

Chapter 1280
There was too much breath in that soaring anger.

Murderous.

anger.

compassion.

Hatred.

And... the breath of the avenue.

From the initial resistance, Lin Huang gradually began to accept, letting the anger flow through his body!

He began to feel the power of anger.

Bit by bit.

Thread by thread.

It was an extremely slow process.

Because he still needs to resist the possibility of anger hitting his own sea of ​​consciousness, and let himself be enchanted, and he also needs to keep the anger in his body to peep at its breath.

Between heaven and earth, there is endless anger!

Countless people were ups and downs, howling, and fearing in the anger of the savior...

Even the members of the Desolate tribe felt extremely hopeless.

But there are always some people who start to seize the opportunity.

Especially those warriors who have already stepped into the realm of the Holy Emperor. They have traveled against the long river of time, have rich knowledge, and have witnessed countless mysteries.

It's not just Lin Huang who is feeling it alone.

Many holy emperors are feeling it.

It's a pity that other members of the Desolate Race couldn't comprehend it, because their realm was too low to bear the terrifying power of unscrupulous anger raging in their bodies.

They can only fight hard.

After being reminded by Lin Huang, only Lin Cangxue, Lord Grim, and Ye Wushuang could barely comprehend.

Even if Song Changling had the aura of Confucian grandeur to protect his body, he couldn't.

The anger gushed out, lasted for half an hour, and then receded like a tide.

Lin Huang shook his head...

The time is too short, he can't fully comprehend it, and can only wait for the next savior's wrath.

Vaguely, Lin Huang had already seen the direction.

The direction to get rid of the shackles of black mountains and white waters.

Just as the savior's anger dissipated, everyone heard terrible roars coming from the black mountains and white waters.

Lin Huang got up and stood on a hill, frowning slightly.

He saw the king realm strongman of the evil race, and he started to rampage with anger all over his body. He seemed to have lost his mind and started to kill all directions.

Regardless of whether it was the evil race or the human race, he killed them indiscriminately.

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

If the evil race can comprehend the anger of the savior, it would be terrible.

But looking at the current situation, these evil races are also trying, but in the end they couldn't resist the savior's anger, completely lost their minds, and became a monster who only knew how to kill.

Such a monster does not need to be dealt with by the human race, the evil race will take action and kill it.

And after the anger, hundreds of years passed by the people of the Huangzu.Some members had already started to falter. He looked at Lin Huang and everyone, with a helpless and sad smile on his face.

It seems... not only their bodies are getting old, but their hearts are also getting old.

They began to feel sad for spring and autumn, and their expressions were desolate!

Lin Huang is silent...

At the moment, he is powerless to change anything, he can only look for a chance to survive in this Abyss of Emperor Suppressing God.

The Desolate tribe was brought out by him.

He was also the one who brought them into the Emperor God Abyss...

Although everyone didn't complain a word, Lin Huang still blamed himself very much in his heart.If there was no thought of going around to the rear of the evil clan, there would not be the current catastrophe.

However, he blamed himself but did not regret it!

Achievements and opportunities are often accompanied by narrow escapes.

Now, they can only wait quietly and work hard to preserve their strength...

As long as everyone can survive, there is still hope for everything.

Time passes day by day.

The black mountains and white waters seem to have no end, trapping everyone and all the evil races.

Lin Huang suppressed his temper and asked Song Changling to tell everyone about the beautiful, progressive, and passionate things on the mainland every day. He only hoped that everyone would not despair in this endless darkness.

No matter what kind of desperate situation you face, you must be full of hope. This is the truth he realized in those ten years, and it is also the power of will!

As for Song Changling's words, whether the seeds can be planted in everyone's heart depends on their will and good luck.

"Nine Emperors..."

Half a month later, that incomparably ancient voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

Not long after, there was a vast sea of ​​anger covering the entire black mountains and white waters.

Lin Huang's spirit was shaken, and he stepped out of the vitality shield of the Huang clan, and met the soaring anger with his flesh and blood!

This time...he didn't even resist anymore.

Let the monstrous anger shake his own sea of ​​consciousness and impact his soul.

He's out of time.

He must understand as soon as possible.

Otherwise, everyone in the Desolate Race will die of old age here, and even if he survives in the future, everything that happens here will become a nightmare for his whole life and a demon in his heart on the road to greatness.

"what……"

In the jungle, after only a few breaths, Lin Huang suddenly let out a roar.

The next moment, he was boiling with anger, and his whole body was bleeding with blood-red anger, as if the god of killing had descended into the world.

His eyes were red, without any emotion.

he turned his head...

Looking at the people of the Desolate tribe, the bloodthirsty and desire to kill made him walk towards the people of the Desolate tribe step by step.

His eyes first fell on Lin Ping'an.

From the latter, he felt an extremely refreshing atmosphere, like an extremely delicious dish.

He wants to kill.

He wants revenge.

He wants to wash away the monstrous resentment in his heart with blood.

He wants to vent the grievances in his heart with the fear of the world!

The next moment, Lin Cangxue stood up, dressed in white and calmly walked to Lin Huang, and walked to Lin Huang's knife.

Just like in the East Spirit Realm, Jun Qingcheng walked under Lin Huang's knife; in the Taixuan Realm, Huang Lingsha walked under Lin Huang's knife...

Lin Huang hesitated a little.

But he no longer hesitated to drop the knife.

A bang.

Lin Cangxue finally raised the long sword in her hand and blocked the ruthless Shan Na Dao...

However, Lin Cangxue was no longer able to contend with the current forest shortage. With one blow, Lin Cangxue vomited blood.

"Jun Moxiao, Ye Wushuang, stop him!"

"Song Changling!"

"Thank you Qinghou!"

Under the defeat, Lin Cangxue called out four names in succession.

In the next moment, Jun Moxiao shot out his spear like a dragon, and the hidden sword mountain in Ye Wu's hands fell from the sky.

Song Changling recited the Confucian sacred scriptures, enveloping the desolate forest with a majestic aura.

Xie Qinghou's body is full of Buddha's radiance, and the ancient Buddha's voice is deafening, directly hitting people's hearts!
Lin Huang was furious, and all the martial arts in his body were released, and he went to kill everyone.

Lord Grim's complexion changed drastically, and he fired out all fourteen spears, almost resisting Lin Huang's attack with the final killing power.

At this moment, Lin Huang's complexion changed.

Suddenly, there was a roar in his body...

Then, Lin Huang's body was once again surrounded by a layer of anger.

It was an incomparably dark rage.

In just a few breaths, the blood-red and pitch-black anger in Lin Huang's body became entangled and began to fight each other.

Everyone frowned, looking at the extremely strange Lin Huang with confused faces.

All of a sudden... Lin Huang appeared behind him with the Martial Soul of Heavenly Shura. The moment the Wuhun appeared, it was directly enlarged to a thousand feet.

He seemed to be without sanity.

There seems to be a broken idea.

With his hands behind his back, his eyes penetrated the black mountains and white waters, and looked at the mysterious and ancient building. He spoke angrily, like a god scolding the world:

"You are presumptuous!"

(End of this chapter)