Chapter 1198

The sky is still dark. No one can see through the things outside the black fog. It's like knowing that it's day and night, but you have to be bound in a dark dungeon.

This is something that Zhao Sanjin can't stand. Even though he knows very well that the black fog emitted by the ancestors of the demon sect can't tear it open easily, Zhao Sanjin still doesn't mean to give up.

Holding the black fog in the sky with both hands, but it seems that the misty fog is so practical at the moment, which makes Zhao Sanjin only feel that what he holds up is really a piece of heaven and earth.

Therefore, Zhao Sanjin's body kept falling until the torch light in Zhao Sanjin's line of sight became more and more dazzling. His heart was suddenly surprised and said, "the power of the black fog is not what he can stop."

"What good is it for you to destroy the whole foreign Wulin?" Zhao Sanjin looked as gloomy as water and looked coldly at the old master of the magic door who was laughing wildly at the moment.

"It seems that the inheritance in the treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor didn't wake you up, and you didn't understand the words of the nine clawed Golden Dragon thoroughly!" the ancestor of the magic door still laughed, looked at Zhao Sanjin and slowly added: "Destroying the foreign Wulin is just to wipe out the humiliation I received 300 years ago. After 300 years of humiliation, you can't imagine without your own experience!"

Zhao Sanjin was noncommittal about this, but it was so. Zhao Sanjin still attacked him impolitely and said, "everything is just your own fault."

"That's right!" the master of the devil door nodded noncommittally and said with a smile: "I was to blame at the beginning. Today's me, so I have to double it back and take back the glory that should belong to me!"

At the moment, it seems that the ancestor of the demon gate has been dazzled by the hatred three hundred years ago. Therefore, whether he speaks or does things, he seems crazy!

"Exterminate the outer Wulin, you will have nowhere to hide!" Zhao Sankin's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. He looked coldly at the old master of the magic door and scolded.

"Nowhere to hide?" the ancestor of the magic gate laughed, looked at Zhao Sanjin with a funny face, and said, "the Heavenly Emperor treasure house is so big that it is not as big as my magic ancestor's shelter? A hundred years later, a thousand years later, the Heavenly Emperor treasure house is a new foreign Wulin, ha ha ha..."

Zhao Sankin was stunned by the words of the devil's father. He was shocked for a moment. He really didn't expect that the devil's father had already figured out a way out for himself, so he would make such a move so recklessly.

"The treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor is what people like you can touch?" Zhao Sankin snorted coldly and said with a smile: "it's just wishful thinking!"

"It's very good that you can have the whole Wulin to bury you in the era of becoming a king and defeating an enemy. As for the treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor, it's now open. It doesn't matter whether you are a predestined person or not."

The master of the magic gate laughed. Although he couldn't see Zhao Sanjin's face, he could imagine Zhao Sanjin's angry look at the moment. He couldn't help but feel funny and added: "But I can promise you, the treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor. I'll build it for you. Of course, I'll do my best for you. I'll burn some for you!"

"Damn it!" Zhao Sankin roared angrily and tried his best to disperse the black fog above his head, but no matter how strong his strength was, there was still no change.

This made Zhao Sanjin show a bitter smile.

"Go and say goodbye to your family. Don't make senseless resistance. Compared with 300 years ago, the Lord of Qianshan mausoleum mercilessly sealed me under the magic abyss, I'm still determined to you!"

The master of the magic door smiled, but he fell to the ground first. Zhao Sanjin, who was still standing in the air, was stunned at the moment. He really didn't know what to do.

For a moment, Zhao Sanjin fell into a dull state. He just stared at the flames of Lin Qingqing's position. Xia Lingmo and Liu Yingying, who were still waiting in the Qianshan mausoleum, and so many brothers of sun Feihu, came to mind.

Once the black fog falls, Zhao Sanjin knows that there are so many of them, no one can escape. Death will be their only way out.

"No!" Zhao Sankin shouted fiercely, which he absolutely didn't want to see. Before entering the outer Wulin, Zhao Sankin said the most to them, that is, what attitude did you enter the outer Wulin today? When you left, it was still intact.

Zhao Sanjin didn't want to break his promise, so Zhao Sanjin couldn't let the plan of the devil's ancestor come true.

"It's a last ditch struggle!" the master of the magic door smiled and said, "can you resist the power of the way of heaven?"

Clenching his teeth, Zhao Sanjin was very angry. His mind and back struggled for a long time against the black fog. However, the result brought to Zhao Sanjin was still the same!

"Third brother! Come down!" on the ground, came Lin Qingqing's voice, which was both distressed and anxious with a crying cavity!

"No..." Zhao Sanjin was still unwilling to compromise and dared not compromise. He was afraid that once he let go, the whole waiwulin would be completely destroyed

Zhao Sanjin wants to let go of many things, but he doesn't dare to let go. It's like now that the lives of countless people in the Wulin are all in the hands of Zhao Sanjin alone. How can he let go?

"Son, come down. My father wants to talk to you!" not only Lin Qingqing, but also Dongfang Haotian on the side, finally opened his mouth.

At this moment, Zhao Sanjin finally knew what real despair was. Until he gave up or insisted, he could not change the final result.

Therefore, Zhao Sankin fell to the ground and stood in front of Lin Qingqing and Dongfang Haotian. However, he did not dare to look directly into the eyes of so many people for no other reason, just because Zhao Sankin failed to save them. He was ashamed!

"Silly boy, you've done well. The outer Wulin is going to be extinct. All this is fate!" he gently touched Zhao Sanjin's head. Dongfang Haotian's face didn't show much bitterness, but his love as a father was undoubtedly shown.

"Yes, third brother, you've done your best!" Lin Qingqing wiped the blood from the wound on Zhao Sanjin's face, laughing like a flower.

"Qingqing, do you blame me?" to tell you the truth, in addition to Zhao Dengxian and Dongfang Haotian's parents, what Zhao Sanjin cares about most is Lin Qingqing and Xia Lingmo and Liu Yingying who are still in Qianshan mausoleum.

What kind of eyes will others look at themselves now? To tell the truth, Zhao Sanjin doesn't care or care, but Lin Qingqing's idea, Zhao Sanjin is particularly concerned. Therefore, as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhao Sanjin asked.

"Qingqing is already very happy to experience so many things with the third brother. She won't blame you." Lin Qingqing smiled sweetly and snuggled gently on Zhao Sanjin's shoulder, as if time could freeze at this moment.

"Silly girl, the third brother owes you in this life!" Zhao Sankin smiled twice without reason. Looking at the dark fog in the sky, he said slowly.

"If there is an afterlife, I certainly won't bear you!" Zhao Sanjin smiled, then slowly took Lin Qingqing out of his arms, looked at Lin Qingqing who was slightly choking, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After a while, Zhao Sankin turned his eyes on them. Dongfang Haotian had them. Please shout and say, "father!"

"Take care!" Zhao Sanjin didn't give Dongfang Haotian a chance to reply. After the sound fell, his eyes suddenly became firm and felt the ancestor of the magic door thousands of meters away.

Zhao Sankin's body flashed and jumped to the ancestor of the demon gate.

"Since you want to settle down in the treasure house of the emperor of heaven, I will help you now!" Zhao Sankin laughed. His violent character didn't seem to be much worse than the ancestors of the devil family at this moment.

"What do you want to do?" I don't know what medicine Zhao Sanjin sells in the gourd. The ancestor of the magic door looked at Zhao Sanjin in surprise and asked.

"Just give you a ride, don't be nervous!" Zhao Sanjin smiled. With his amazing perception, he still flew to the ancestors of the magic door. At the moment, no one can perceive except Zhao Sanjin himself.

Zhao Sanjin smiled and looked back at Lin Qingqing and his party before getting close to the ancestor of the magic gate. Even though he knew that he couldn't see each other at all, even so, he was at ease with Lin Qingqing's direction!

Everything is just a reason to comfort yourself. Zhao Sanjin is the same.

With a flash of his body, Zhao Sanjin jumped to the ancestor of the magic door, and took advantage of the moment when the ancestor of the magic door was distracted, Zhao Sanjin threw himself on the ancestor of the magic door.

"What do you want to do? Let go!" at the moment, Zhao Sanjin locked the demon gate tightly, and the ancestor shouted with a gloomy face.

"Let go?" Zhao Sankin laughed. Looking at the thought of such a naive ancestor of the magic door, he said with a smile: "from today on, the treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor is your grave!"

"The law of space!" around Zhao Sanjin's body, suddenly a burst of blue light came out, and the dazzling light shone brightly around him. In this boundless night, it looked like a God coming to the world, which looked quite magical.

"The law of time!" Zhao Sanjin shouted again. At the next moment, behind the blue light, the white light superimposed, which made Zhao Sanjin's position more dazzling.

"No......" when things have developed to this point, how could the ancestor of the demon family not understand what Zhao Sanjin wants to do?

Using the laws of time and space at the same time, the ancestor of the magic door has suddenly sobered up. Zhao Sanjin clearly holds the idea of dying together.

"You can't do this, let go of me!" the dark fog of the devil's ancestor slapped Zhao Sanjin's body, but Rao was so, and he couldn't let Zhao Sanjin's arm loose.

Zhao Sankin snorted coldly and shouted angrily, "get up!"

Zhao Sanjin's voice fell, and a comfortable smile was outlined at the corners of his mouth. His eyes fell to the location of Lin Qingqing, the thousand mountains thousands of miles away, and Zhao Sanjin's wriggling corners of his mouth slowly said, "I, Zhao Sanjin, will not be a hero in the world all my life, because I..."