The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1127: The pavilion master’s plan to secure the world
Chapter One Thousand and Twenty-Six
The voice of the princes, the peak of great perfection, the sword intent, the sacred purple jade **** bamboo flute.
Playing a light sword technique, I asked, where does the flower start?
Under the full night, who dares to answer!
The sound of Xiaoxiao sounded like an angry shout from the emperor's emperor.
All the stars of the astral realm shrouded by the sword intent, their faces changed dramatically, and they were enveloped by the boundless sword power before they could think about it. Under the oppression of the voice of the prince, they felt like common people facing the emperor.
The pressure is shrouded, like walking on thin ice.
Chang! Cang! Cang!
The group of people who killed the past fiercely stopped one after another, unable to get close to Lin Yun. Under the shroud of this Xiaoyin, one by one he drew out his weapons, and all kinds of killer moves were released continuously.
On the eaves, there is a continuous flash of sword light, and everyone is facing an unimaginable sword force.
It looks like there is a flying fairy from the sky, walking on the moon with a sword, and flying in front of them. Those immortals wield exquisite sword skills with the flute music.
The artistic conception is magnificent and immense.
And each mastered the sword intent of the Great Perfection at the peak of the sky. For a time, this came from the many masters of the astral realm in the Tianxing Pavilion. Without exception, they were all suppressed, and Lin Yun played a flute sound, unable to advance or retreat, his face was pale and embarrassing.
Others watched this scene, they were all dumbfounded, and their mouths opened in surprise.
How is this possible?
The silver voice, dressed in silver fir, covered in moonlight, under the great full moon. Standing on the edge of this eaves, just playing the flute in his hand, suppressed all dozens of masters of the astral realm.
Even if you are a venerable person in the Divine Pill Realm, even if you have an incomparable advantage in one-to-one, you want to suppress so many people at the same time.
Basically it is impossible, unless it is the peak powerhouse of the **** pill realm, there is such a chance.
But the current situation, but it really appeared in front of everyone, it was incredible and unbelievable.
"This..."
Ye Ziling, who came from a distance, has always been arrogant, and her frosty face also showed a touch of movement.
The sound of Xiao Xiao is dim, and the meaning of sword is like a fairy.
Wearing a silver shirt and long hair shawl, under the full moon, the style of the funeral of the **** made the entire Cangxuan Palace amazed. Even the leaders of the Cangxuan Demon Realm's Demon Dao forces were shocked and unimaginable.
Is there such a splendid enchantment in the world?
Ye Ziling's eyes flashed with a different color, and for a while, a strong curiosity was born.
Curious about what kind of face is hidden under that silver mask.
Everything is very long, but in fact it is nothing more than a sparkle, and Lin Yun just closed his eyes. His Xiaoyin just asked, where did the flowers start.
He has some expectations. Someone can answer it and guess what he thinks like Luo Hua did.
After all, there are still too few confidants in this world.
Unfortunately, no one dared to answer after all, and no one answered.
For a time, Lin Yun Xiaoyin became a little lonely, and he clearly stood on the eaves. But the misty Xiaoyin is flying higher and higher, creating an illusion in the dimness.
He is only a short distance away, but he seems to be flying to the sky with the sound of the flute, flying to the moon.
Floating Cloud is not my intention, and it has only been ten thousand years.
Where did the flowers come from? Where did I come from.
The empty mountains and rivers are overflowing, and Konoha Feng Xiaoxiao.
The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as melancholy.
Lin Yun’s flute sound is changing, and the artistic conception of the dust sword technique is played in the flute
Become more and more majestic. For a while, there are vast rivers around the empty mountain like a giant dragon, and for a while, fallen leaves are scattered on the top of the empty mountain with the lonely wind.
How light the flower is, like a dream. How thin the rain is, as melancholy in autumn.
In the past, the dust sword technique used swords to perform, which is more than magnificent, but lacks the delicateness. But under the playing of Xiaoyin, it has reached an unprecedented level of detail, and every note is filled with melancholy.
The masters of the astral realm who were shrouded in Xiaoyin were **** stabled by sword light in a short while.
Sword light, blood, petals, everything looked gorgeous under the moonlight.
It's just those screams, which makes people feel some chill.
Without everyone's reaction, Lin Yun's Xiaoyin changed again, becoming passionate and trembling.
No one dares to answer!
The flute in my hand, the sword in my heart, tell this man what the world has, where the flowers start and where I come from.
I came from heaven!
Flower from the palm of your hand!
There is nothing in the world, as a gift of white horseshoes.
Puff!
In an instant, every xiaoyin bloomed, and several figures were shaken out. Blood flew across, countless astral realm masters, being beaten up terribly, one by one desperately resisted, but there was no resistance.
It's terrible!
The flute sound after the change is like a dragon in the sky, and every flute sound is like a majestic dragon's tail sweeping from the sky.
Boom! boom! boom!
The silhouettes of people were hit and thrown out like garbage.
The middle-aged fat man in Tianxing Pavilion, his face was completely black, he couldn't care much anymore, and he quickly said loudly: "Let's shoot together and get him!"
He wants to let those who are deterring other forces in the Divine Pill Realm, at the same time, use force to break the skill and directly suppress the imprisonment Lin Yun.
It's too late, the Xiaoyin is like a wave higher than the other, reaching an unprecedented peak in an instant.
Lin Yun opened his eyes suddenly, endless brilliance bloomed on him, and silver light beams burst out. The silver hair of his shawl spread like a waterfall.
One thought, the dust is scattered, and the mountains and rivers are broken!
Countless ice crystal flowers glowed with silver luster, bursting out of Lin Yun's body, like fairy flowers in full bloom, bursting with unimaginable dazzling light under the full moon.
Crack!
The Astral Realm master who fell under this Xiaoyin, immediately cut the body guard star element with the ice flower flying like lightning, and the flesh was chopped into many fragments like a picture scroll.
The left and right limbs are broken, broken in fours and fives, blood splattered, and the common people are gone.
Boom!
Those who have flown in the Divine Pill Realm, under these mighty powers, their expressions have changed before they get close. Each slapped a palm in mid-air, there was a loud noise, and the air wave shook the sky.
One by one, the powers of the **** pill realm, qi and blood surged, and they were directly sent out.
Wait until the Xiaoyin is gone and the sword light fades.
Above the towering eaves, the burial boy put down his jade flute, and the ice flowers are dazzling. Under this kind of light, the majestic and full moon above his head seemed to be reachable from a distance when viewed from a distance.
At this moment, the picture seems to be forbidden.
Those sacred pill realm venerables who were flew away are still falling slowly in the air, making Lin Yun seem independent.
He is like a fairy in the moon palace. When he speaks, he is the voice of a prince. He is not to be approached.
"Pavilion Master, there are already two songs, one song for Xiaoyin has changed heads, you can make a lot of money with this extra song." Lin Yun looked at the middle-aged fat man, and the corners of his mouth simultaneously raised a smile.
He is counting the time in his heart, Xiao Bingfeng’s
The formation should be almost ready.
The middle-aged fat man was dumbfounded, completely stunned, and even Lin Yun didn't even react to what Lin Yun said.
More than him!
All the people in Cangxuan Demon Realm who saw this scene caused great waves in their hearts. They looked at Lin Yun with a pair of eyes, dumbfounded, unbelievable.
Even the Venerable of the Divine Pill Realm retreated. Where did the burial boy come from?
When he woke up, the middle-aged fat man completely lost his mind. He roared and roared endlessly.
The silver saints in his hand bloomed with light, and the activation of the holy patterns one after another, there were terrifying visions blooming behind him, and the Shengwei shocked the sky for a while, directly blasting many people around him.
When his holy light bloomed to the extreme, he waved his hand and threw the silver spear directly at Lin Yun.
Crack!
The silver spear carrying the prestige of a hundred sacred patterns instantly broke into the void, as if the layers of the world were being pierced through.
Where you go, it's ruined.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts are sinking, this pavilion master really lost his mind. Even the saint soldiers went out to sacrifice, and if they didn't go back, the saint soldiers would be given to the opponent for nothing.
But the power of this holy soldier is indeed terrifying, and it makes people feel extremely jealous at a long distance.
Many people around the middle-aged fat man were caught off guard and vomited blood and flew out.
I can't imagine how Lin Yun could stop this blow.
Even if you can withstand the blow, if you are lucky enough to not die, you will suffer severe damage.
No...
Ye Ziling's expression changed slightly, and he almost couldn't help but blurt out, not knowing why. Her heart hurt suddenly, and she didn't want the other party to be buried under the blow.
Suddenly, something weird happened~IndoMTL.com~The ancient lines on Lin Yun's face appeared, and a bright moon gradually rose, and this bright moon overlapped with the full moon in the sky in an instant.
Wow!
The mercury-like light escaped, the silver moon was in the air, and the radius of a thousand miles was instantly shrouded in moonlight. The ground was covered with silver frost, and the moonlight spread out like a lake from Lin Yun's feet, forming an unbelievable circle.
It is the silver moon mask, the vision that can bloom on the night of the full moon, the silver moon is in the sky!
His!
The holy soldier rushed into this area, immediately as if sinking in a lake of mercury, becoming extremely slow.
All the coercion is constantly weakening under the washing of moonlight.
When he arrived in front of Lin Yun, all the sharpness had disappeared, and he stretched out his hand to hold the Saint Soldier in his palm. Play with it for a while, pull a smile from the corner of his mouth, and put it in the storage bag.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a fat middle-aged man, sending the Saint Soldier by himself.
The fat man's mouth opened wide and turned into an o-shape, and eggs could be easily stuffed in, and his jaw dropped in surprise.
This...this...how is this possible?
The middle-aged fat man shivered. There was no anger or killing intent at this moment, only fear spreading in his heart.
Is this guy the devil?
Lin Yun accepted the holy soldiers, and under the moonlight, he laughed loudly: "The pavilion master made a wonderful plan to secure the world. A song of Xiaoyin will buy people's heads, and a song of Xiaoyin will be exchanged for the Holy Soldiers. Tianxin Pavilion is worthy of a place of business, Qingshan Stay here, the green water will flow forever, we will have a period later, hahaha!"
In the bohemian laughter, Lin Yun turned around and rose into the air. He opened his hands and plunged directly into the silver moon.
The person watching was shocked, and his figure just got into the middle of the moon and disappeared.
Only laughter echoed in the world.
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