Chapter 1202 Killing Intent

And on the towering stone ridges one after another, huge corpses were bound with iron chains.

These bones have been aged for a long time, and all of them have shown a white and cold light.

But even so, it is still possible to see the posture of these bones before they died.

Without exception, they all roared to the sky.

Xue An stood in the void, looking around the entire world, the anger in his eyes gradually boiled.

Because he could see that these bones were all Chinese gods!

Sure enough, it's still a step late!

In fact, Xue An was already mentally prepared for this.

After all, when Ji Huan followed Lihen Tianjun to the Divine Prison, there were very few living Chinese gods left, not to mention that more than a thousand years have passed now.

But no matter how prepared he was, when he saw the bones of so many Chinese gods.

Xue An's heart was still full of killing intent.

The mighty power even caused a crack in the space around him.

This kind of power also made Ji Huan speechless.

At the same time, I saw that god's eye flying straight towards the strange mountain located in the middle of the God's Domain.

Xue An followed closely behind and landed on the top of the peak.

Then I saw this god's eye began to circle around vigorously, as if a little anxious.

And Ji Huan couldn't help trembling at this time: "Master... my lord, when I came here with Lihen Tianjun, I entered another dimension from here! But at that time, he used a set of extremely complicated handprints. You just went in, you..."

Ji Huan originally wanted to say that if he didn't have Lihen Tianjun's set of unseal techniques, he wouldn't be able to get in at all.

But before he finished speaking, he saw Xue An's face was as cold as ice, he took a step forward, then clenched his palm into a fist, and slammed it out.

Boom!

There was an extremely dull sound.

Then I saw cracks appearing in the void, as if countless seals were being broken, and with a crisp sound like firecrackers, a huge entrance began to take shape.

Xue An said coldly: "There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved with a single punch. If there is, it means that your strength is not enough!"

With that said, Xue An stepped into it.

The divine eye naturally also flew into it.

Ji Huan was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva. He looked at the entrance of the space blasted by Xue Ansheng with some shock, and then looked at the endless corpses around him. He couldn't help shivering, and then hurriedly stepped into it. .

The inside was still shrouded in layers of fog, but under the guidance of this divine eye, it did not cause any obstacles to Xue An and others, and they passed through it easily.

When the extremely empty and dead wilderness appeared in front of everyone, Xue An saw at a glance the dozens of black towers in the middle of the wilderness, and... the thin figure in the middle of the chains of the towers.

Seeing this scene, Xue An raised his eyebrows, and with no wind in his body, he took a single step, crossed the wilderness, and came to the tower.

The black chains extending from the tower are like poisonous pythons, binding the young man in the center layer by layer.

The young man lowered his head, his face was covered by his messy hair, but through the gap, one could still see the shocking scars on the young man's body layer upon layer.

Xue An didn't speak, but just watched quietly.

at the same time.

Xiaotian also arrived.

At this moment, his eyes sometimes showed pain, and sometimes he fell into confusion again.

Because he felt that there seemed to be an instinct driving him to approach this boy.

At this time,

Xue An slowly took a deep breath, cupped his hands full of respect, and said in a deep voice: "Xue An, a junior of the Chinese family, has met Erlang Shenjun!"

There was no response, and the boy lowered his head quietly like a lifeless corpse.

There was a look of sadness and grief in Xue An's eyes.

He could see that the famous Erlang Shenjun was at the end of his strength at this moment, and even had to sleep most of his consciousness, only relying on a very weak energy to protect his heart veins and spiritual consciousness, so he was very sensitive to everything in the outside world. There is no response.

Thinking of this, Xue An gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed, and he planned to input part of his spiritual energy there.

At this moment, I saw the divine eye anxiously surrounding Yang Jian's body, its light flickering, and it seemed to be urging this noble boy to wake up as soon as possible.

Finally, seeing the golden light shimmering on the dozens of high towers, Hou Yang Jian's chest began to heave slightly.

At the beginning, the ups and downs were small, but soon, it became violent.

Then Yang Jian let out a low sigh and slowly raised his head.

The disheveled hair was loosened, revealing the noble and unparalleled face below even though he was imprisoned.

It's just that at this moment, his eyes are closed tightly, and the vertical eye on his forehead is also shriveled and dim.

Even at this moment, he is too weak to perceive everything around him through his divine sense.

But even so, he still showed a sneer, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Lihen Tianjun, are you here again?"

It is obvious that they regard Xue An and others as Lihen Tianjun.

Xue An didn't speak, and everyone was silent about it.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet.

A strange look appeared on Yang Jian's face, "Why? Don't say anything? What are you thinking of reaping from me this time? Or are you getting more and more afraid, and finally plan to do it?"

The tone is full of sarcasm.

Xue An finally sighed softly, "Shenjun Erlang, I am not Lihen Tianjun!"

Xue An said this sentence in pure Chinese.

As soon as this sentence came out, Yang Jian was shocked, because he recognized Xue An's accent, and his face couldn't help showing excitement, "You...you...."

Xue An nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Shenjun, I am a descendant of the Chinese race, Xue An!"

"Young Chinese... are you really a junior of the Chinese?" Yang Jian had a look of surprise on his face.

Xue An knew that he still couldn't believe it, so he waved his hand casually.

The divine eye flew straight to Yang Jian, and impatiently blended into Yang Jian's forehead.

The return of this divine eye caused Yang Jian to tremble all over his body. His already parched body began to greedily absorb the rare divine power, and the scars on his body began to gradually heal.

In an instant, half of his injuries were healed, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing Xue An standing in front of him, Yang Jian was finally convinced that it was not Lihen Tianjun who did it. .

This made his expression gradually become agitated, but when he opened his mouth to speak, his expression suddenly changed, he looked anxiously at the distant sky, and then said anxiously: "Young student, go quickly! It is Lihen Tianjun people! They're coming!"

At this moment, Xue An also raised his head to look at the rippling sky, and then smiled faintly, "Go? Why are you going? Now that I have found you, they are the ones I am waiting for!"