If bitterness can be described by taste, then the bitterness of Linlong now can be described by Coptis chinensis.

Han Sanqian frowned strangely: "What does it mean?"

"Do you know who are buried here?" Linlong said with a wry smile.

"I don't know." Han Sanqian shook his head.

"Let me talk about Cheng Yongshi first. Two hundred million years ago, the sea of ​​eternal life was not the true god family, and Cheng Shiyong was one of the three true gods in the eight directions. As for Liang Han, he was also the famous god of clearing the wasteland in the eight directions, as well as Fu Juntian and the third true god in the Fu family."

"There are also the last few people who are even more famous. Each of them was once a storied figure in the world, with a great reputation. Han Sanqian, is this the waste in that person's mouth?"

Linlong shook his head and smiled bitterly. Anyone here is an important figure when taken out, and he is also a very famous true god in the world.

Han Sanqian was also completely standing there. He could not have thought that the bunch of waste that the voice mentioned was actually these big guys.

It’s not that Han Sanqian has piao, nor that they can’t lift the knife anymore, but that Han Sanqian has never thought of it.

"Haha, I didn't expect that in the world of the Bahuangtian Book, there was the place where so many true gods fell last." Linlong said incrediblely.

"How could they be here?" Han Sanqiandao.

"Maybe, for them, becoming the true god of the eight directions also means that they are invincible in the eight directions. Therefore, things outside the Eight Wilderness Heavenly Book may be their pursuit, but unexpectedly, this place has become the place where their lives end." Linlong shook his head and sighed.

"No wonder the true gods in the world of the eight directions always disappear without realizing it. Perhaps, even their families don't know why they suddenly disappeared."

Han Sanqian sighed.

But in addition to lamenting for them, Han Sanqian's heart suddenly felt like he was pressing against a mountain.

The more confused and confident I have just now, I am so helpless and confused.

So many big shots are hanging here. How confident is Han Sanqian to get out of here?!

"Han Sanqian, I feel so cold." Linlong quietly looked at Han Sanqian.

Linlong had no confidence when he saw so many tombs of the great gods.

"I also feel." Han Sanqian was extremely embarrassed.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely cold.

I don’t know if it’s the coldness around the tomb or the heart dragon with one dragon on each person.

After a moment, Han Sanqian smiled softly: "Then I have to play with it to the end."

Seeing Linlong puzzled, Han Sanqian said: "What does so many great gods want to come here? It means that these Eight Desolate Heavenly Books may not be as simple as recording the names of the real gods. They must have something transcendent, so they will follow them."

"You said for sure. But the problem is, they all died here, you..." Linlong shook his head.

These ancient true gods are far more powerful than any true god now, and even more exaggerated, they can fight three, because the spiritual energy of the eight directions has become thinner for thousands of years, and the further they go, the more difficult it is to cultivate to a higher level. Secondly, the true gods are also divided into unknown and those with outstanding military achievements.

Especially for true gods such as Zhang Juntian, they are all unparalleled war gods who wiped the demon clan.

"Haha, 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, Han Sanqian has to go out alive. The grave here will never have a place for him.

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

"Come on." Han Sanqian looked at the sky in the cracks of the bamboo forest with confidence.

Almost at this moment, the storm was about to come, and the wind and clouds in the sky changed, and the dark clouds rolled in. It was so bright that it was already very bright, but now it was like day and night.

In the bamboo forest, the hands were beginning to be deep and fingerless, and the blackness was extremely terrifying.

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

Han Sanqian looked at several graves. The grass shook lightly, and the fallen leaves on the grave moved from afar. Then, ghost hands stretched out from the grave, grabbed the ground, and slowly crawled out with his broken body.

"Oh no!" Linlong felt a chill in his heart. Those who crawled out of the tomb were obviously the souls of the dead true gods. It was obviously difficult to deal with them!

Han Sanqian was also sweating in his palms. He had never fought with the True God. He knew nothing about the power of the True God. Although these were all dead souls, Han Sanqian knew nothing about what kind of ability they had or how much energy they had inherited during their lifetime.

After fucking Pangu axe in his hand, Han Sanqian no longer cared about so much and directly launched the attack first.

In just a moment, Han Sanqian fought with the ghosts in the bamboo forest.

A few minutes later, Han Sanqian suddenly had a look of his eyes, and he suddenly closed his body, and then rushed towards the top of the bamboo forest with an incredible posture.
Chapter completed!