Chapter 695

The land of Dongying shook violently, waking countless Dongying martial artists and ronin, who looked toward Linghu Mountain, their expressions changing drastically, incredibly flustered.

Some Dongying martial artists and ronin even knelt on the ground, praying for forgiveness from the huge shadow of the Eight-Headed Great Snake.

"This land of Dongying... truly has great oddities!"

"The entire land of Dongying is shaking. This kind of power... how terrifying?! How can such an existence still exist in Dongying?!"

"..."

The martial artists from Shenzhou and the group of experts all showed grave expressions, their faces very ugly.

They had originally thought that Dongying was just a small place, and that the appearance of existences like Jue Wushen and the Fist Dao God was already a stroke of luck. As a result, not long after, another terrifying aura came, even more terrifying than Jue Wushen and the Fist Dao God.

Could a tiny land of Dongying... be so terrifying?!

"Jue Wushen and the Fist Dao God are dead! The Dongying Imperial Palace is destroyed! Now even... the Eight-Headed Great Snake has appeared?!"

"Who exactly is it that could make the Dongying Old Emperor release the Eight-Headed Great Snake?!"

A tall and burly figure with bulging muscles looked toward Linghu Mountain with a grave expression. "The Dongying Old Emperor... is related to my Great Plan of a Thousand Autumns. If he falls here, I'm afraid..."

After pondering for a moment, the tall figure finally moved and headed toward the Dongying sacred mountain Linghu Mountain.

At the same time, just as this tall figure set off, in another secret place, the Xuanhua Ship, in the Hidden Sword Stream.

"Tianyin! Shenren!"

A middle-aged man wearing blue clothes, with several braids tied behind his head and a round face, looking quite ordinary, walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Disciple is here!"

A dark-skinned figure wearing a metal mask bowed and responded.

Immediately after, another figure also stood out to respond.

These two figures were Hayato Tianyin and Hayato Shenren, who possessed the bloodline of the Amaterasu God and were known as the Sons of God!

"The Dongying Emperor is related to the Great Calamity of a Thousand Autumns and cannot fall! You two go to Linghu Mountain and see what exactly happened?!"

The round-faced middle-aged man looked at Linghu Mountain and said gravely.

"This..."

Hayato Tianyin's expression changed slightly, somewhat reluctant.

Hayato Shenren was the same!

Although they were far away, they could still sense the terrifying fluctuations coming from the Dongying sacred mountain, Linghu Mountain!

Facing their master's words, they could naturally guess that this was their master doing it on purpose, letting the two of them go to test the situation in Linghu Mountain.

"You possess the bloodline of God! I think... you will definitely be able to turn bad luck into good!"

Just then, the middle-aged man's mouth curled, and he said lightly.

Once these words were spoken, it was like thunder exploding in the minds of Hayato Tianyin and Hayato Shenren.

They looked at each other involuntarily, their eyes filled with terror, as if filled with shock and disbelief.

They possessed the bloodline of God and thought they had hidden it very well, but they didn't expect it to be broken in one word, almost making them lose their composure.

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly falling on the two of them, but he did not speak.

"Respectfully follow Master's orders! The two of us will definitely bring the Dongying Old Emperor back to the Xuanhua Ship!"

Hayato Tianyin's eyes changed constantly, filled with fierce light, ruthless killing intent, and hidden resentment... but eventually, he returned to calm.

Go!

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said indifferently.

After the words fell, Hayato Tianyin and Hayato Shenren bowed and galloped toward Linghu Mountain.

"Linghu Mountain erupts, the Eight-Headed Great Snake reappears, the Great Calamity of a Thousand Autumns has changed... Brother! Will you appear this time too?!"

After Hayato Tianyin and Hayato Shenren left, the middle-aged man lowered his head slightly and whispered to himself.

A moment later, the middle-aged man moved his feet and had already disappeared from where he was.

Linghu Mountain!

*Bang! Bang! Bang... Bang! *

Li Changsheng flicked his fingers continuously, like bombs exploding in the void. One ray of light after another, like stars, shattered the seven snake heads of the Eight-Headed Great Snake, blood mist filling the sky, incredibly foul-smelling.

"Eight-Headed little snake! Is this your means?! Nothing more than this!"

"If you have no other means, then you can only... go die!"

Li Changsheng stood in the void, rubbed his fingers, looked at the only remaining snake head of the Eight-Headed Great Snake with interest, and smiled.

Although he was smiling and his voice was soft, giving people a feeling of a spring breeze, in the eyes of the Eight-Headed Great God, it was like the smile of a devil!

The gentlest tone, speaking the most ruthless words... nothing more than this!