On the top of the magic mountain, the young man rolled up his big sleeves in white clothes and moved forward in a relaxed manner.

However, the evil warriors who blocked him did not leave, but followed them from a distance. If anything went wrong, they could kill them in an instant.

And Lin Huang didn't care.

In just half a day, Lin Huang walked through most of the Wolf Juxu Divine Realm.

Until he stopped for the third time.

In front of him, there is an ancient magic mountain!

However, that magic mountain is different from other magic mountains. It is not darkened by blood and turned into black after years of wind and frost, but is truly black.

The entire magic mountain is covered with dark red veins.

It was like an ancient sacrificial pattern, full of mysterious and terrifying power.

It looks extremely majestic, but it is not as unreachable as imagined. It seems that anyone can climb it.

However, the group of evil tribes behind Lin Huang stopped a hundred miles away, as if they did not dare to get closer.

Lin Huang stretched out his palm, stroking the power of the law of the avenue that could not be seen with the naked eye in the void, and glanced back at the evil tribe.

Then he sneered, rolled up his sleeves and raised his head to look at the withered figure on the top of the mountain...
Chapter completed!