Lin Huang said anxiously.

"I feel the remaining pressure of the gods!"

Moment said.

"The pressure of the gods..."

Lin Huang's heart stirred, "Why can't I feel it?"

"As a frog at the bottom of a well, it is a great blessing to be able to bathe in the sunshine. Do you still want to see the sun?"

Moment said calmly.

Lin Huang felt that he had been insulted again.

Since the moment was unreliable, Lin Huang quickly looked at his Xuanhai...

Then one of his feet was grabbed by an undead spirit.

Wu Hou's dead soul was struck with one palm, which was undoubtedly a disaster for Lin Huang at this moment.

Lin Huang's expression changed slightly, and he jumped into space instantly.

However……

Lin Huang still stayed where he was and didn't move.

Lin Huang used the art of reversing time again...

He stayed on the ground and didn't move.

Three thousand world……

Useless.

All heavens are eternal...

Can't use it.

Everlasting injustice...

This martial spirit simply disappeared.

…

I tried it dozens of times in a row, but it was useless every time.

There was a snap.

Lin Huang was directly hit by a giant palm, and half of his body was planted into the soil.

"Um?"

"I'm not dead!"

Lin Huang was in a trance, and was surprised to find that he was still alive.

"This Wuhou Necromancer is quite good!"

Lin Huang thought this way.

Then his head was severely stepped on... and the upper half of his body was buried in the ground.

There is only one pair of eyes left on the ground.

At this moment, the dead spirit squatted down and looked at Lin Huang expressionlessly, with some curiosity in his eyes...

Lin Huang closed his eyes and quickly searched for the figure of the ancestral phoenix in his body.

However……

This martial spirit has also disappeared.

If his head is kicked away by Wuhou's undead spirit, it will be difficult for him to be resurrected, even if he has left the blood of Nirvana.

Who knows what kind of secrets there are in this Emperor-Suppressing Abyss.

Simply...

The dead spirit seemed to be a little out of his mind. He didn't even think about killing Lin Huang. Instead, he drove Lin Huang directly into the soil with another kick like hammering a nail.

When Lin Huang couldn't see his head and was buried in the soil, the dead spirit felt a little bored, patted his butt and left.

Lin Huang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. If his immortal body had not retained some power, making his physical strength comparable to that of the Tianyuan realm, he would have been kicked to death by Wuhou's undead spirit.

But even so, his physical body has been completely broken.

But even so, Lin Huang was... somewhat grateful that the undead did not kill him.

"Am I a little perverted?"

Lin Huang laughed at himself in his heart.

"Be serious!"

At this moment, the voice of the moment sounded.

Um?

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows in the dirt with difficulty.

"When we entered the fourth area, many warriors and evil tribes had already entered the battlefield... They are expected to arrive in the fourth area soon, or even appear here soon!"

"The aura of the gods remains here, and every time someone captures it, it loses it...and..."

"And what?"

Lin Huang asked more seriously.
Chapter completed!