"Gang leader, the shrine is mysterious and unpredictable. The terrifying figure who claims to be a god is extraordinary. For this plan, we, the World Society, can only speed up the pace of the conquest."

"In order to deal with that mysterious god, we must first defeat Wushuang City. According to secrets, in the past, the Demon King passed down the Holy Heart Jue technique, the master of Tianmen, to the three emperors."

"If the gang leader can achieve such unparalleled feats, his strength will definitely increase greatly. When the time comes, we will secretly fight back and defeat the Immortal God in one fell swoop." After pondering for a moment, the Ni Bodhisattva spoke again.

Since his fate has long been connected with Xiong Ba's, he will naturally try his best to assist Xiong Ba and make suggestions for him.

"What you said is right, Ni Bodhisattva. It coincides with my gang leader's idea. A few days ago, I ordered someone to send a secret message to Tianmen. Maybe there will be a reply soon."

"Hmph, Immortal God, you have such an arrogant tone. I will let you know when the time comes, how powerful I am!"

At the head of the hall, the white-haired tyrant's eyes flickered and were extremely sharp, speaking word by word.

And just when Xiongba and Ni Bodhisattva were discussing the general situation of the world, a figure in white came to the Tianxia Meeting silently.

In the eyes of the world, the tightly guarded Tianxiahui is like a copper wall. In Lin Hao's eyes, it is like his own backyard, where he can come and take what he wants as he pleases.

After just an hour, he had explored the entire Tianxiahui terrain clearly, and even in one of the most luxurious halls, he sensed an unusually powerful aura of the Three-Point Returning Divine Art.

There is no doubt that that person is the white-haired Xiongba!

"Yes, the realm of refining gods is perfect. I didn't expect that after being deposed, Xiongba could still achieve what he has achieved today. It's really rare."

"It really fulfills the saying, three parts comes from strength and seven parts comes from hard work!"

Lin Hao's figure stood on the top of a pavilion in Tianxiahui, his white clothes fluttering. At this time, he seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, blocking out all atmosphere.

Even if a strong man passed by below, he would not be aware of his presence at all.

In the desperate situation of Qiwu, escaping into nothingness, it is mysterious and unpredictable. At this time, in the hands of Lin Hao, the power of this peerless martial arts has been brought to its extreme.

"Hey, this breath is... Feng Wuxiang!"

At this moment, Lin Hao's eyelids moved slightly, and suddenly he felt a very special aura.

To be precise, it was the appearance of a human figure.

The man was wearing a light blue robe, his hair was disheveled, his temperament was smart and elegant, and he exuded a wind-attribute aura, making him look extremely extraordinary.

"Nie Feng!" Lin Hao stood on the top of the pavilion, with his hands behind his back, looking at the light blue figure that was gradually approaching, and chuckled at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!