The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 166: 1 laugh like a demon

The horrible power of the Purple Kite Sword Master's obsession was thoroughly demonstrated after Lin Yun cultivated the Purple Kite Sword Art to the fourth level.

　　

　　 only one sword, only one sword.

　　

　　, the two major sects will come to kill Lin Yun's innate strong and half-step Xuanguan elders, and kill them all.

　　

　　The two hundred dead men died the most miserable, and they were frustrated on the spot.

　　

　　 As for the paintings of plums and blood, and the elders of the half-step entrance, they are not much better, not even a whole body is left.

　　

　　 From now on, there will be no Jin Yanzong and Xueyunmen separate rudders in Qingyang City.

　　

　　As a prefecture, the sub-rudder established by the three major sects is mostly close to one-third of the strength of this sect.

　　

　　Such a loss, I am afraid that it will not be able to recover for many years.

　　

　　 If Mingguang Pavilion is cruel, seizing this opportunity may not be able to dominate Qingyang County.

　　

　　 "Is this... all dead?"

　　

　　Ming Ye slowly walked forward, watching the scene where the blood was flowing into a river and the debris piled up into a mountain, and he couldn't help shaking.

　　

　　 In Qingyang County, the weak and the strong eat, the competition is cruel.

　　

　　Even the killing of the door, the tragedy happened from time to time. Ming Ye is a person who is used to big scenes.

　　

　　 The scene before him still shocked him greatly.

　　

　　 Purple Kite Sword Saint’s obsession and unparalleled strength really leave a deep impression on people.

　　

　　 The shock in Lin Yun's heart is also not small.

　　

　　 The terrifying strength of the Black Light Token still surpassed his estimation. That incredible sword was an eye-opener.

　　

　　 But even so, he doesn't regret it.

　　

　　If he doesn't use this black light token, there will still be three big sects fighting, even if he can save his life.

　　

　　Mingguang Pavilion’s disciples also have to die a lot.

　　

　　 People die like a lamp, Ming Ye is here to help him, so naturally he can't let these people who help him pay the price of their lives.

　　

　　 is unacceptable to him.

　　

　　 Lin Yun nodded and said softly: "Brother Ming, don't you want to clean the battlefield?"

　　

　　 All the corpses at the scene were the corpses of the two major sects. I don't know how many storage bags were left, and there were many mysterious soldiers.

　　

　　 together, it must be a huge fortune.

　　

　　 "Right, right."

　　

　　 Ming Ye woke up and turned around and said: "You guys, hurry up and clean this place, Uncle Ming, please take someone to the two sub-rudders."

　　

　　 The elite, dead men, elders, and principals are all dead, and the two rudders in Qingyang City must be left empty.

　　

　　Such an opportunity, not to accept it, obviously can’t justify it.

　　

　　"Brother Lin, your horse’s trauma seems terrible, but it’s not serious in fact. It may be Bai Lixuan’s three palms that really prevented it from standing up!"

　　

　　 Ming Ye swept his eyes, fell on the lying blood dragon horse, and sighed softly.

　　

　　 Mentioned Bai Lixuan, Lin Yun's expression could not help being gloomy.

　　

　　With the terrible blood power of the blood dragon horse, it is true that the trauma cannot cause a fatal blow to it, making it so depressed.

　　

　　 Lin Yun had guessed, the current situation of the blood dragon horse must have nothing to do with Bai Lixuan!

　　

　　What an identity Bai Lixuan is, the great evildoer of the Great Qin Empire, can be described as famous all over the world.

　　

　　With the strength of the seven orifices, against the existence of the ordinary basalt realm, there is a great chance of winning.

　　

　　With such a cultivation base and identity, such a heavy hand to a horse, makes Lin Yun extremely confused.

　　

　　 Don't give me a chance, this account must be cleared!

　　

　　"The internal injury is very serious. If you don’t mind, you can take it to the Mingguang Pavilion sub-rudder. The sub-rudder has a full-time animal trainer, and you should be able to recover after a period of recuperation."

　　

　　 Ming Ye paused, looked at Lin Yun, and suggested.

　　

　　"Then there will be brother Lao Ming."

　　

　　 Lin Yun knew nothing about the treatment of monsters, so it was obviously better to hand them to a professional animal trainer.

　　

　　 After Lin Yun stepped forward to comfort him, a few people from Mingguang Pavilion came over and transported a chariot from the Blood Dragon Horse Platform.

　　

　　"Looking at this internal injury, I am afraid that it will not be able to recover in a short time. Brother Lin has to stay in Guangge for a few days. As for safety issues, I will ask my father to send him the elders of the Xuanwu realm."

　　

　　 For Lin Yun, Ming Ye is trying to make friends as much as possible now, and help if he can.

　　

　　 Its revealed potential is very likely to grow into an evildoer. If you persuade the family to take pictures of the strong in the Xuanwu realm, the problem should not be big.

　　

　　 Lin Yun pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

　　

　　 Try to consider the blood dragon horse, give it more time to recover, and not save future troubles.

　　

　　 "Go."

　　

　　 The two of them went to the sub-rudder location in Qingyang City together with the top of Mingguang Pavilion.

　　

After 　　 Banzhu incense, wait until the congenital warriors of Mingguang Pavilion, all retreat.

　　

　　In the North Point Plaza, a group of figures appeared from all over and landed on the auction floor.

　　

　　 Looking at the **** corpse, their faces were shocked, and there was a slight look of horror in their eyes.

　　

　　 "It's terrible... Lin Yun still has such a method, no wonder he dares to confront the two sects alone."

　　

　　"I think if it's not for the **** dragon horse, even if you don't use that treasure, Lin Yun will be able to come and go freely."

　　

　　"Now the two main sects are almost uprooted, the division of forces in Qingyang County, I am afraid that the cards will be reshuffled."

　　

　　 "Mingguang Pavilion picked up a big deal, and it is very likely that it will dominate Qingyang County in the future!"

　　

　　 "So, even if you are a domineering sect, you can never do too much..."

　　

　　 A group of people talked and looked around at the same time, hoping that the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion had missed something.

　　

　　 If you can pick up a storage bag from a half-step porch expert, it can be considered a windfall.

　　

　　 Among the many innate warriors, who is the most depressed.

　　

　　 must be the owner of the North Point Plaza. The half-step entrance to the North Point is the most aggrieved.

　　

　　The hard-working foundation, the black market that was finally established, is completely ruined today.

　　

　　 That's not a big deal. It was the broken arm that hit him the most.

　　

　　If he could give him another chance, he would definitely not choose to help the Black Wind and Three Demons auction some blood dragon horse.

　　

　　 "My lord, do you want to drive these people away..."

　　

　　A few of my men came over and looked at the crowd rumbling around at the auction house, slightly unhappy.

　　

　　 It doesn't matter if you search the Mingguang Pavilion once, and these idlers and others actually do the same.

　　

　　 "Forget it, this place has been abandoned, so quickly pack up some belongings and leave Qingyang City."

　　

　　 A frustration flashed in Beijiao's eyes, he had made up his mind and left overnight.

　　

　　, he broke his arm, unless he is promoted to the Xuanwu realm, it is absolutely impossible to continue to gain a foothold in Qingyang City.

　　

　　 three days later.

　　

　　 The North Point Plaza has been empty, and there are collapsed buildings everywhere, and the smell of blood is exuding from the auction floor, and it is everywhere.

　　

　　 Before that, the scenes of great excitement and great voices never returned.

　　

　　 is completely dead, and I can’t see any vitality when I look around.

　　

　　 It is hard to imagine that just three days ago, the hottest black market in Qingyang City became the tragic situation it is now.

　　

　　嗖!

　　

　　Three figures fell from the sky, and when they stood firm, they all frowned slightly.

　　

　　 the pungent **** smell made several people uncomfortable.

　　

　　The three of them are all wearing Blood Cloud Gate costumes, and the middle-aged man in the lead exudes an unfathomable breath.

　　

　　 If Ming Ye is here, he should be able to recognize this person.

　　

　　 is within the Blood Cloud Gate, the high-ranking elder of the Xuanwu Realm Yan Teng!

　　

　　His son Yan Tianrui died in the hands of Lin Yun, and it was also the **** hunting order he issued.

　　

　　 "All dead... Really all dead, not alive."

　　

　　 "It's miserable."

　　

　　 The two subordinates next to Yan Tianrui pinched their noses to identify their identities among the decomposed corpses.

　　

　　 "Elder Yan, this should be the corpse of Senior Brother Xuetu..." On a piece of mutilated flesh, one person stopped and said.

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui only glanced, but he was too lazy to move.

　　

　　 Feeling the intent of the sword in the air, he is secretly surprised that the inheritance of the Purple Kite Sword Saint has really been taken by that kid?

　　

　　 "Are you sure that kid is still in Mingguang Pavilion?"

　　

　　 Yan Teng didn't mention Lin Yun's name. The vengeance of killing his son was not shared. He was afraid that he could not help it.

　　

　　"Yes, but the basalt realm experts of Mingguang Pavilion have also arrived. It is not easy to break into the sub-rudder of Mingguang Pavilion."

　　

　　 "It doesn't matter... He will come out sooner or later, I have patience."

　　

　　 Yan Teng's eyes flashed a sinister look like a snake, and the look made people shudder.

　　

　　bang!

　　

　　 At this moment, a corpse suddenly fell for no reason and appeared in front of the three.

　　

　　 "Who?"

　　

　　 Yan Teng's face changed drastically. With his strength, he didn't even sense that anyone was here.

　　

　　 "Is the elder of the basalt realm of Jin Yanzong!"

　　

　　 When the three of them saw the appearance of the owner of the corpse, their complexions suddenly changed, especially Yan Teng, a cloud of haze flashed in their hearts.

　　

　　 Jinyanzong’s elder of the Xuanwu Realm, should be the same as him, also inquiring about the situation.

　　

　　 The opponent's strength is higher than the others.

　　

　　 Such a person, unexpectedly did not know when, has become a corpse.

　　

　　 "Who the **** is it, come out to me, don't pretend to be fools!"

　　

　　 Yan Teng's face was sullen, and he looked around, his body continued to accumulate momentum, and his whole heart raised his throat.

　　

　　ding.

　　

　　ding. .

　　

　　ding. . .

　　

　　 No one answered him, only a flute sounded abruptly in this North Point square. The sky and the earth are everywhere, in all directions and pervasive.

　　

　　 Xiaoyin is alluring, sometimes lingering, sometimes stirring, and sometimes seductive...The tune is changeable, like a magic sound, which makes people painful.

　　

　　 Yan Teng's two subordinates, covering their ears, looked savage and painful, and kept crying.

　　

　　bang!

　　

　　 After half a cup of tea, the qi and blood in the two people's bodies were violent, boiling, unprovoked, and exploding out of thin air.

　　

　　 Yan Teng only feels that the aura in his body is disordered, chaotic, and the internal organs are constantly churning under the vibration of the flute. Xiaoyin enters the soul, even more painful, it feels like the head is about to explode.

　　

　　 Sora is powerful and weak, but he can't perform at all.

　　

　　 "Don't blow it up, please show up, seniors, to bypass the next nasty life."

　　

　　 Yan Teng felt terrified, and instantly understood that he had provoke an extraordinary existence.

　　

　　Trying to stay awake~IndoMTL.com~ Begging for mercy.

　　

　　 But the sound of the flute didn't stop, but it became more tormenting. Yan Teng rolled on the ground in pain, letting out a wailing cry.

　　

　　 By this time, he didn't want to survive, he just asked the other party to give him a happy life.

　　

　　 After being so tortured for half an hour, Yan Teng on the ground opened his eyes wide, bleeding from seven holes, but there was no vitality.

　　

　　 A girl in red appeared slowly, pinning the flute to her waist.

　　

　　 looked at the dead Yan Teng with no expression on his face. That delicate face seemed to make people tremble at the moment.

　　

　　 dignified basalt realm powerhouse, it's unclear just like this.

　　

　　 "Brother Yun, it's really not worrying."

　　

　　 His eyes narrowed slightly, like two crescent moons, and his mouth pursed with a smile. It was very different from what Lin Yun saw.

　　

　　 is like a white fox face, with a smile like a demon!