The van that crosses

"How long will it take to repair the space wormhole?" Hun Miesheng said blankly, looking at the fighting saints in front of him.

"Returning to the Hall Master, there seems to be a special force interfering, making the space in the wormhole chaotic. It will take about...three days to completely stabilize it."

A fighting saint responded quickly.

"Hmph, let's rush over directly." Hun Miesheng snorted coldly, and disappeared into the sky in a stream of light.

Seeing this, the rest of the people immediately turned into streams of light and chased after Hun Mie Sheng.

At their speed, it would take about a day to fly directly there, but it would only take less than an hour if they passed through the space wormhole.

As soon as Hun Miesheng heard the news, he immediately led the three fighting saints to the space wormhole connecting the northwest region.

But I found a space wormhole for some reason, the space is messed up and cannot be used.

Several Dou Sheng and some Dou Zun who are proficient in space were called to come to repair it. After a whole night, it still couldn't be repaired.

Now, he can only rely on himself to rush to the Dead Soul Mountain Range.

……

On the Zhongzhou Continent, the big forces that can be called the name, or the family forces, all rushed towards the Undead Mountain Range.

They also encountered the same problem as the Soul Palace, that is, the space wormholes are all scattered in space and cannot be used, so they can only come here at their own speed.

However, those hidden transcendental forces have yet to come.

Those who came were all those affiliated forces. Of course, the strongest one was the Soul Hall.

……

Three days passed in a flash.

Zhou He is sleeping on the van.

boom!A loud noise exploded right next to Zhou He's ears.

All of a sudden, Zhou He woke up.

"Ah~~~! What's wrong?" Zhou He yelled and sat up from the bed.

Then, through the opened rear compartment, he saw a figure in the distance surrounded by black flames.

"This is... Void Swallowing Flame?" Zhou He recognized this kind of flame at a glance.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Hun Miesheng shouted expressionlessly.

You know, this place is already within 500 meters of the giant sword.

It can be said that it is very close.

This is the fifth time that Hun Mie Sheng has entered here.

Relying on his Zihuo that swallows flames in nothingness, and his own treasures, he can barely stay within 500 meters for a quarter of an hour without being damaged.

He has been looking for opportunities inside, and when he entered again, he found this strange iron box.

In the iron box, there was actually a person sleeping.

Even he, a five-star fighting saint, who possesses nothingness swallowing flames and a body of strange treasures, can hardly stop here. This guy seems to have been there for a long time.

"Soul Miesheng?" Zhou He's eyes fell on him.

"Huh? Who are you? Do you know me?" Hun Miesheng showed a trace of solemnity on his face.

Zhou He didn't talk nonsense to him, and grabbed him immediately.

"You... Senior, Senior, I am the Lord of the Soul Palace... ah..."

Before Hun Mie Sheng could speak, he immediately cried out in pain.

The next moment, Zihuo who swallowed nothingness was stripped out by Zhou He.

After waiting for a while, I didn't hear the system prompt.

"Sure enough, Zihuo is useless." Zhou He pouted.

And Hun Miesheng was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant because he lost the protection of Void Swallowing Flame.

However, he is still a five-star Dou Sheng at any rate, and he can hold on for a while, so he won't die.

Zhou He also searched his soul for the first time.

"Sure enough, their souls have been tampered with. The soul race hides too deeply." Zhou He frowned.

Afterwards, Zhou He released his divine sense, covering a radius of a hundred miles.

There are already crowds of people outside.

Defined by cultivation, layer by layer, all are human beings.

In the innermost part, there are fifteen fighting saints.

There are also dozens of semi-sages, more than a hundred Dou Zun, and more than 500 Dou Huang.

Going down, there are simply too many to count, and they are all here to watch the excitement.

In this scene now, there are really as many Dou Zun as dogs, and Dou Sheng is walking all over the place.

Zhou He frowned again.

He originally thought that there would be a strong man carrying the strange fire coming, but no one came.

The death of the soul does not count, after all, it is just a useless fire.

Zhou He lowered his head, glanced at Hun Miesheng who was about to lose his vitality, thought for a while, deleted a little bit for him, and added a little memory.

At the same time, he returned Zihuo who had swallowed nothingness and swallowed flames, so as not to let him die here, and then kicked the ice lump out.

……

"what is that……"

"Hall Master, Hall Master, what's wrong with you?"

The fighting saints in the Hall of Souls immediately discovered Hun Miesheng who had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

Quickly caught Hun Miesheng, and immediately used battle energy to melt the ice.

The movement here also attracted the eyes of the other fighting saints.

After a while, the ice cubes melted, Hun Miesheng trembled uncontrollably, his eyes couldn't be opened, but at last he didn't die.

"Quickly, input Dou Qi to the Hall Master."

Several fighting saints immediately input their fighting energy into Hun Miesheng.

After about a quarter of an hour, Hun Miesheng finally regained some vitality, and his body was no longer so stiff.

"My lord, what happened?"

"Hallmaster, is it too dangerous inside? Even you..."

"Go, go back immediately." Hun Miesheng ignored them, stood up as soon as he resumed his actions, and was about to lead people away.

"Hall Master, the opportunity here..." said the old man Mu Gu.

"Huh?" Hun Miesheng gave old man Mu Gu a hard look.

This glance almost scared the old man Mu Gu to death, he quickly stepped back a few steps, not daring to say more.

In the Hall of Souls, Hun Miesheng said the same thing, no one dared to refute, and they followed Hun Miesheng and prepared to leave.

"Hallmaster Soul, are you ready to leave now?" At this moment, a figure stopped Hun Miesheng and the others.

"Get out." Hun Miesheng shouted with a cold expression.

"You, a little three-star Dou Sheng, are you also acting presumptuously here?" A Dou Sheng behind Hun Miesheng stepped forward, his whole body unreservedly bursting out.

"Hehe, Lord of the Soul Palace, could it be that you have got some kind of opportunity, so you want to leave urgently?" The fighting saint didn't panic at all.

Swish swish!

Seven or eight fighting saints stood behind that person, it seemed that they had reached an alliance.

"Master Soul Palace, please tell me what you got in it."

"This opportunity is not something that only one of you, the Soul Palace, can take by yourself."

Hearing what these fighting saints said, the other fighting saints who were watching also gathered around by coincidence.

"You guys, are you looking for death?" Hun Miesheng glanced around coldly.

"Master Soul Palace, don't say anything else, you must have gained something in it." A fighting saint said slowly.

The rest of the fighting saints didn't speak, and they didn't have any hind legs, just watching Hun Miesheng.

"You...you, you are courting death, courting death!" A battle saint from the Hall of Souls immediately yelled angrily.

"Haha..." Hun Miesheng suddenly laughed out loud.

His smile stunned everyone.

"You want to know? Well, then I'll tell you." Hun Miesheng said, "There is a chance to become an emperor!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened in an instant.

"Hallmaster... this... this..." A fighting saint from the Hall of Souls also looked at Hun Miesheng in disbelief.

"It's okay, the patriarch just told me through the Void Swallowing Flame that within a day, he can lead the masters of the clan to descend." Hun Miesheng sent them a voice transmission.

The Zihuo in Hun Mie Sheng's body is related to the body of Void Swallowing Flame.

When Zihuo was taken away by Zhou He, he already knew about it.

And when Hun Miesheng was recovering, Emperor Hun Miesheng and Hun Miesheng learned about the situation here through Void Swallowing Flame.

"Yes... is it true?"

"Great, the patriarch and the others are here, this opportunity must belong to my soul clan."

The fighting saints in Soul Hall became extremely excited.

"Master Soul Palace, is what you said true?"

"The opportunity to become emperor? Are you sure you are not talking nonsense?"

Hearing about the opportunity to become emperor, those fighting saints were all overwhelmed, and they all scrambled to ask Hun Miesheng questions.

Just then, the ground began to shake.

"Om..."

There was a trembling sound.

Immediately afterwards, the swords of everyone within a thousand miles began to tremble.

"What happened? What happened?"

"My sword, my sword trembled."

"Me too, I can't suppress it..."

"Look, what is that!"

Someone felt something, and looked up at the towering giant sword.

I saw the hilt of the giant sword emitting a dazzling blue light at this moment.

The next moment, the endless cold air was instantly absorbed by the hilt of the sword.

In just a short while, all the cold air within a radius of a hundred miles disappeared.

The mountains, rivers, trees, and beasts that had been frozen had all melted at this moment.

"Ching!" A dragon's chant resounded through the sky.

Then, a phantom flew out from the giant sword.

When everyone saw the phantom clearly, everyone was a little sluggish.

It was a dragon, a divine dragon with a light blue halo on the scales all over its body.

The dragon chant just now came from him.

Accompanied by this dragon chant, there was a powerful aura that instantly swept across the entire northwest region.

"Good... so powerful."