The night is deep, the chariots are flying in the sky, and the nine bronze dragon heads are vivid. Between the movement and stillness, nine real dragons can be vaguely roaring, roaring, flying, carrying the chariots, cutting through the sky, and in an instant, it will be thousands of miles.

This is the famous Kowloon Chariot in Zhongnan Dojo. It seems ancient and decadent, but it is more than one level higher than the infamous Dawei and Two Realms Shuttle of the Law Enforcement Department.

On the chariot, four people sat cross-legged, including the two Supreme Elders of the Frozen Sword Saint, Hong Ying, and Zhongnan Dojo. The one with red hair and white eyebrows was Fire, and the one with white hair and red eyebrows was Fire. These two were both people who were saged hundreds of years ago and were quite famous.

"Look, I regret it, I'm disappointed. I know I'm wrong. I've said I've heard me and listened to me. You don't believe me, now I know. Humph, it's too late, but I have a lot of them. If you apologize to me sincerely, I will forgive you with mercy."

Hong Ying was chattering non-stop, and the frown of the Frozen Sword Saint and others was beating.

"Shut up!"

"Noisy!"

Liehuo and Huo Lie scolded each other at the same time, and their palms moved, and they couldn't help but want to strangle Hong Ying to death.

"Enough." The Frozen Sword Saint shouted softly, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Hong Ying, "You are right this time. But we are two days late. Do you think Lin Huang will still be in Daqian County?"

Hong Ying bit the lollipop, "Don't worry, I just calculated my fortune. It's a good day to get married tomorrow and seek revenge."

The Frozen Sword Saint was stunned, then understood Hong Ying's words and nodded, "The Hong family's Yi Dao, of course, it's not wrong."

"Start up, you must arrive in Daqian County by noon tomorrow."

Then the entire chariot fell into silence, and it took a long time to hear Hong Ying say quietly: "But Daqian County, that's not a good place."

"I know." The Bingfeng Sword Saint said calmly, with a restrained murderous intent, and said lightly, "But Lin Huang is not dead, I feel uneasy."

"I declare first that if I want to take action in Daqian County, I will not be with me." Hong Ying bit the lollipop in one bite, his tone firm.

"You don't need to take action. We're enough for just a junior."

"I can kill him with one hand."

Huoli and Liehuo snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"Lin Huang must die." The Frozen Sword Saint was determined and there was no doubt.

Daqian County, Nancheng.

Lin Huang walked out of the cemetery, walked along his childhood memories, and through the streets and alleys of Nancheng. The King of Chunqiu did not dare to escape and followed honestly, "You are not really going to attend the wedding, right?"

The King of Spring and Autumn found the topic and asked, but when Lin Huang refused to answer, he laughed strangely, "Maybe he can still sit at his ex-boyfriend's desk."

"Chen Ruo said, my former classmates would attend, and if they wanted to break it, they would break it clean."

Lin Huang said his words very calmly. His mood is getting more and more profound now, and he vaguely grasps the key to surviving the human disaster.

"The human disaster is the world disaster. If you cut off the past, you will definitely be able to survive the human disaster."

Lin Huang murmured softly, he felt that the reason why he had not been able to survive the disaster was because the past of the world had not been really cut off. In addition to Chen Ruo and his parents, those who still exist in their memories and those pasts also need to be cut off.

Acquaintance is fate, and if you have fate, you must be killed. Otherwise, how can you overcome the disaster and kill the world?

The King of Spring and Autumn Annals was not clear and wanted to make jokes, and saw Lin Huangmingliang looking at him without any trace of human emotions, "Did you think of the answer I want?"

The King of Chunqiu felt a stern and said honestly: "I have said everything I should say. I even told you about lifting someone else's skirt when I was a child. I really don't know."

"I can't kill me, or is it my fault?"

"Brother, you have to reason."

Lin Huang's eyes were like lightning, as if he could see through people's hearts. He was silent for a moment and nodded, "You did not lie."

"How could I lie? Besides, with your wisdom, can I deceive you?"

The King of Spring and Autumn was overjoyed and said repeatedly.

"Since you don't know anything, just help me do something and exchange your life."

Lin Huang didn't bother with him much, and there must be something strange about the King of Spring and Autumn, but Lin Huang realized that he had already touched the key to becoming a god at this moment, and had no intention of pursuing it. He spoke indifferently and made arrangements for the King of Spring and Autumn.

"What's the matter?" asked the King of Chunqiu alertly.

"You will know tomorrow." Lin Huang waved his hand, his expression faintly, and his voice was a little illusory, "When did there be so many murals on this long street?"

"How do I know? You haven't said what you want me to do yet..." King Chunqiu covered his mouth, and then realized that Lin Huang was not talking to him.

His eyes swept across the walls of the long street, and then he realized that countless murals appeared on both walls at some time. The painting style was dark, like a picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night, painting countless twisted figures, pain, despair, and all kinds of sinister emotions, as if they were falling into the underworld forever, making the King of Spring and Autumn aura numb.

At the end of the long street, a hunched figure held a charcoal pen in his hand and moved slowly. Every step he took, there was a pain, and a twisted figure appeared in the mural.

"Although the world is hard, there is no despair." Lin Huang spoke lightly and looked at the man.

The man paused for a moment, then continued to paint, with a few strokes of despair, darkness, pain, and twisted figures appeared on the wall, with a low voice and darkness, "But there are hundreds of thousands of souls who keep saying despair and pain to me. What can I do? I have to draw it out and let you see it."

Lin Huang looked at the man carefully, and said with a blank expression, "It's a disaster, it's also fate. It's the sea of ​​suffering and the paradise of paradise. They just lack a lamp."

As he said that, Lin Huang blinked his fingers, and in an instant, the figures in the murals in the long streets became a lamp.

"Holding a beacon in hand to illuminate the underworld. It turns out that this suffering is also a blessing, and this disaster is also a fate."

The man stopped painting and looked up at Lin Huang for the first time.

The figure that seemed to be hunched and rotten was a picture-like woman nodding at Lin Huang, "You are not bad."

After saying that, the figure of the woman, along with the murals on the long street, disappeared like a bubble, and the bustling sounds came again.

"I met an expert." The King of Chunqiu frowned and walked up to Lin Huang.

"How tall is it?" Lin Huang asked casually, thinking about the sudden appearance of the woman.

"It's very high, at least taller than me, maybe taller than you." The King of Spring and Autumn said seriously.

Lin Huang pondered for a moment, nodded, and had an answer to the identity of the visitor.

"Also. You didn't hide your whereabouts. I'm worried that your enemies will come to you soon. And you have so many enemies, maybe the one you just came to survey the situation. Let's leave quickly. It's too late. I'm really afraid that I can't leave."

When encountering such a thing suddenly, the King of Spring and Autumn Annals was inevitably worried.
Chapter completed!