Chapter 1671: Wu Hengtian

It has been half a year since the end of the Jiuyu battlefield.
In the past six months, the ancient wilderness area has caused a lot of sensation, and I don’t know how many people trembled for Lin’s record in the nine-field battlefield.
The first person in the nine domain battlefield!
This title is as dazzling as a big day, but whoever knows the name of Lin Xun?
The world is out of my generation, and he is the peak of my generation!
This "he" is Lin Xun.
Whether it is the doctrine of hatred Lin Xun, or the big forces that are afraid of Lin Xun.
Anyone knows that in today's ancient wilderness, Lin Xun's climate has become a reality, and its edge is destined to be unmanned!
However, this does not mean that those who hate Lin Xun will fear and bow their heads.
After all, it is a long-standing ancient power. In the Zongmen, how can it be lacking enough to fear a saint?
However, as long as it is not stupid, no big force dares to start looking for Lin.
It may not be too embarrassing for Lin to find someone. But behind him, there are already many shadows of terrorist forces standing there!
For example, the Sun and Moon Temple, the origin of the gods, such as Xuan Jianzhai, Ziweishan Night and so on.
Because Lin Xun once worked in the battlefield of the Nine Fields, he defended the safety of the entire ancient wilderness camp and made a large number of outstanding saints of the younger generation.
Behind these younger generations of sages, there is almost a big force in the background!
If Lin Xun is killed, those who have been with him to kill the same field in the nine-field battlefield, may not be indifferent?
This is the place where the most riddled roads in the ancient wilderness are taboo!
Even because of this, many big forces that have hated and hosted Lin, still need to worry about whether Lin Xun will take the initiative to retaliate.
This is the influence!
It’s Lin’s search for a person, fighting for many years, the power of hard-boiled!
......
However, it is unexpected to everyone in the ancient wilderness area that in the six months of the end of the nine-field battlefield, Lin Xun’s such a bright and shining figure is like the evaporation of the sky, no news. Out.
Some people say that he is in retreat.
It has also been said that he is likely to have left the ancient wilderness and returned to the "lower bounds" because such things have happened in the past.
There are even people who say that Lin Xun knows that the front is too strong and easy to be attacked by Tianzhu, so he chooses to bury his name and keep a low-key retreat...
This of course seems ridiculous.
However, there are also reports that Lin Xun used the power of the Shenji Pavilion to go to the Great Wall of the Imperial Palace and turn it upside down.
It is a pity that this news, which is close to the truth, has spread to the ancient wilderness area and is considered by many to be absurd.
The reason is very simple, who is not clear, the Imperial Great Wall is the world of the quasi-Emperor monster?
Don't say that there is a true sacredness, that is, the saint king has gone, and he has to be a supporting role, let alone "the sky is overturned."
Sometimes, truth and rumors have always been so confusing.
In short, half a year has passed, and the discussion about Lin Xun has gradually calmed down.
During this time, there were still some fears, and I was worried that Lin would seek to retaliate against the big forces, and gradually forgot these things.
It is against this background that Lin seeks a group of people and opens the journey to the sunset valley!
......
Sunset over the valley.
The land of Jinwu Yimai is regarded as one of the famous "history of the holy" in the ancient wilderness area.
A golden brick stone piled up over the magnificent temple, a small golden eagle spread its wings, and the wings fluttered with a flame, and the gods were extraordinary.
In the temple, Wu Hengtian sat in the central seat, a man was in a daze, with a hint of gloom between the eyebrows.
When he hits the golden robe, he must be gray and his face is dry. It is the patriarch of Jinwu, the horror of a thousand years.
However, in recent years, Wu Hengtian has rarely paid attention to clan affairs.
"Small seven, small thirteen... your enmity will be reported to you after the father..."
Wu Hengtian murmured, with a trace of grief.
An old servant next to him saw this and could not help but sigh.
In the vast field many years ago, Wuwu Road, the son of Jinwuqi, and Wulingfei, the 13th Prince, were all killed by Lin Xun, and the strongest of Jinwu’s veins did not know how many were slaughtered.
Suffering from the pain of losing the child, the patriarch always feels painful when he thinks about it.
The old servant is very clear, how eager the patriarch is eager to kill the forest, but has not been able to seize the opportunity!
Especially in the past six months, with the rise of Lin Xun as the "first person in the nine-field battlefield", the name is the ancient wilderness area. This is no less than a heavy blow to the Jinwu Yimai.
At this time, even if there is hatred of Lin Xun, Jin Wu Yimai does not dare to act rashly!
It is precisely because of this that in the past six months, Wu Hengtian's mood has never been better, often a person is in a daze, a person is caught in a mood of hatred and compassion.
The son is killed, but unable to revenge, this is simply the most cruel torture!
"When the extinct domain ended, the ancestor elder Wuliyan attacked, but was shot by this son..."
"Beyond the city of Xuesang, the congregation of the saints gathers and traps this son. The sacrificial offerings of Wu Xitong are also involved. As a result, all the saints are destroyed by this son. The day is mourning for ten days, and the big snow sang city is dyed by blood. red……"
"Now, this child has become a true sacred, the crown is ancient, the momentum is in full swing, which Daotong dare to deal with him?"
Wu Hengtian was sitting there, and his look was uncertain. "And when I am a father, I want to revenge for Xiaoqi and Xiaosan, and when will I wait?"
The old servant advised: "The patriarch is mourning."
Wu Hengtian took a deep breath and grew up, the light was exquisite, the power was stunned, and there was no more grief between the looks.
At this moment, he showed the majesty of a family.
The old servant suddenly said: "The patriarch, there was news from a while ago, saying that Lin Xun had appeared in the Great Wall of the Imperial Palace and killed the first man of the Great Wall."
Wu Hengtian first was a glimpse, and then couldn’t help but laugh aloud: "If this son really has such ability, isn’t it necessary to respect him as the whole ancient wilderness? These ridiculous words don’t know which one is missing. It’s ridiculous!

Said, he strode out of the palace.
A towering tree of gods stands tall, and the branches are strong, and the whole body exudes a golden flame of flames. It is like burning, illuminating the vast sunset sun valley.
Fusang Tree!
A famous Shenmu, which was famous in the ages of Taikoo, was born in the source of the real fire of Sancha. Its trees pass through the sky, and its leaves are burning.
In the rumor, the land of sunset is on this hibiscus tree.
Fusang Shenshu is the treasure of the town of Jinwu, and the core mystery of the "Sun Jingjing" cultivated by the descendants of Jinwuyi is from the lines of the Fusang tree.
At the same time, the branches and roots of the Fusang tree are rare in the world, and they have a great help to the practice of Jinwu.
At the same time, from the Fusang tree, you can also extract the three real fires, this is the hegemony of the world!
Since ancient times, Fusang Shenshu has become a forbidden place for Jinwu.
Few people know that under this tree there is a prison that has been sealed by countless sacred sects.
Few people know that there is an extremely fierce existence in the prison.
With the help of countless sages of Jinwu, they have used all means to strike, torture, and temper...and they have not been able to kill them so far!
In the cage, the darkness is incomparably deep and dead.
Wu Hengtian came, his face was cold, and his feet were outside the Fusang Tree, and his eyes were far away from the bottom of the tree.
"You are still waiting for the little chop to save you? Unfortunately, he didn't dare to come, so I was waiting for half a year, and I didn't see this little chop."
He spoke and the voice came into the dark prison that was sealed.
boom!
In the fierce, dead prison, there is a fierce temperament like a real, like a dead god, awakening at this moment.
The sacred sacred tree, trembled at this moment, the golden light flowed, and the flames raged.
In the vagueness, in the dark prison, there was a figure sitting up, and a pair of crickets filled with endless fierceness and hatred.
But soon, he laughed: "As long as this is not dead, he will definitely come!"
Wu Hengtian looks cold and his heart is moving.
哗啦啦~
The golden whip that was banned by the rules of the ban, smashed down and beat the figure.
But he laughed and laughed, full of disdain and pleasure: "Old hair, when Lao Tzu gets out of trouble, this blood and hate accumulated since ancient times, Laozi will be returned one by one! By then, this sunset Tang Valley will be from ancient times Domain delisting!"
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The whip of the banned power is enough to make the saints suffer from the bone marrow, die and live, and suffer.
But that figure is a smirk: "How many times have you played Laozi, and I have remembered all of them in my heart, destroying these little things, Laozi will go to the empty road, and find the old hair of Mowu to continue to settle accounts!"
Mowu is the Emperor of Wuwu. It is the most outstanding and dazzling ancestor in the history of Jinwu, and is regarded as the greatest pride of Jinwu.
In the same way, the Emperor Wuwu is also an enemy who will not forget the figure until death!
Wu Hengtian's look became colder and colder, and there was some faintness in the faint.
This time, he originally intended to vent his inner feelings, but the words of that figure made his heart more and more angry.
However, when he wanted to continue to lash the figure, suddenly, an old servant hurriedly moved to the void.
"The patriarch, Lin found this child appeared!"
In a word, Wu Wutian’s scorpion burst into a cold smear, and his breathing was a little short.
Where?

This kills the small seven, the small thirteen small miscellaneous, finally appeared after half a year! This made his innermost suppressed hatred almost uncontrollable.

It’s just outside our sunset valley.

The old servant answered quickly.
"Ok?"
Wu Hengtian stayed, suddenly changed his face and changed his mind, realizing that something was wrong. "This little chop should not come..."
"Ha ha ha, come, finally, I know that this day is not far away, but I did not expect it, just today, really come!"
In the dark prison, the figure that sounded like a mad laughter.
Free and open, just like before the ages!