Seeing that Linlong was puzzled, Han Sanqian smiled and said: "So many great gods have come here, what do you mean? It means that the Eight Desolation Book may not only be as simple as recording the name of the true god, it must have something transcendent, so , will make them follow suit.�

"You said yes, but the problem is, they all died here, you..." Linlong shook his head.

These ancient true gods are far more powerful than any of the current true gods, and even some exaggerated ones can fight three, because the spiritual energy of the eight-direction world has become thinner and thinner for thousands of years, and the further back, the harder it is to cultivate. high level. Secondly, true gods are also divided into those who are unknown and those who have made great achievements in battle.

Especially for Zhang Juntian and other true gods, they are all unparalleled gods of war who can wipe out the demons.

"Hehe, it took them a long time to see it, and what about me? There is nothing in this world that can stop me, Han Sanqian." Han Sanqian smiled confidently.

No matter how difficult it is here, Han Sanqian will go out alive, and there will never be a place for him, Han Sanqian, in the tomb here.

Because Su Yingxia and Nian'er were still waiting for her.

"Come on." Han Sanqian looked confidently at the sky in the gap between the bamboo forests.

And almost at this time, the mountain rain was about to come, the whole sky changed, and the black clouds rolled over the top. It was still very bright just now, but now it is like day and night.

In the bamboo forest, hands and fingers also began to disappear, and it was extremely dark.

At this moment, Han Sanqian heard the rustling of falling leaves in the bamboo forest.

Han Sanqian fixed his eyes and saw that in several tombs, the grass swayed gently and the fallen leaves on the tombs moved. Then, ghost hands stretched out from the tombs, grabbed the ground, and dragged their own remnants. The body slowly crawled out.

"Oops!" Linlong felt a chill in his heart. Those who climbed out of the graves were obviously the souls of the dead true gods. It was obviously difficult to deal with them!

Han Sanqian's palms were also sweaty. He had never fought against a true god, and he knew nothing about the power of a true god. Although these were dead souls, what kind of abilities did they have, or how much energy did they inherit from their lifetime? Three thousand one knows nothing.

With the Pangu ax in his hand, Han Sanqian no longer cared so much, and directly launched the attack first.

In just a split second, Han Sanqian fought those ghosts in the bamboo forest.

A few minutes later, Han Sanqian's eyes suddenly moved, and he slammed into his body, and then, with an unimaginable posture, he rushed to the top of the bamboo forest.

"Han Sanqian, what are you doing?" Lin Long wondered.

Han Sanqian smiled and rushed straight into the air. After passing through the bamboo forest, he jumped to the top of the bamboo forest.

"it is as expected."

Han Sanqian smiled lightly, and in the next second, holding the Pangu ax in his hand, he aimed at the dark clouds above his head and chopped off with the axe.

The golden light of Pangu's ax immediately hit the black cloud, forcibly cutting a hole in the black cloud, and at this moment, the sunlight above the black cloud passed through there and sprinkled to the earth.

When the sunlight returned to the earth, the black air in the bamboo forest began to slowly dissipate.

"It's not the dead souls of the true gods at all, it's just an illusion created by you, isn't it too boring?" Han Sanqian smiled grimly, and then jumped down again.

Aim at that piece of bamboo forest, use Pan Gu's ax to be one axe.

The bamboo forest fell to the ground with a bang, and the sun also poured into the bamboo forest. At this time, those dead souls, after a scream, were wiped out on the spot.

When everything was peaceful, Linlong still hadn't recovered from the shock. He really didn't understand how Han Sanqian could destroy those dead souls in an instant.

How did he think that breaking the dark clouds above his head would solve the crisis? !

Han Sanqian smiled slightly, glanced at Linlong, and then pointed to the first tomb: "How about a favor?"

"What are you doing?" Linlong asked strangely. JrNovels.com