Lin Yun only saw a few hundred Holy Realm Saint Lords at the moment. In fact, there were more than a thousand Holy Realm powerhouses coming one after another.

There are many saints in the ancient wilderness alone, and the huge Eastern Wasteland has the power of powerful saints, let alone how many.

Counting the demonic forces and some wandering evil cultivators, the number of saints is even greater.

I couldn't see it before, firstly because I couldn't reach the level, and secondly because there were no great changes in the world at that time.

If he didn't have the strength and trump card to fight against the Holy Realm, he wouldn't have ventured into the Burial Mountains, and he wouldn't have seen such a big scene.

If the strength is never reached, it will never be seen.

The great changes in the world are easier to understand. In the past, there were not so many treasures in the Kunlun Realm, which were worthy of adventure for the powerful in the Holy Realm.

But things are different now. Whether it is the legendary Blood Fruit of God and Divine Fire, or the ancient sects buried under the mountains, there are countless inheritances.

Phew!

At the crack in space, a holy king fell, the holy blood spattered, and the holy image was torn into powder.

"The fifth-level holy king still can't get in!"

"Judging from the situation in the past few days, although the ban has been loosened, saints above the fourth level are still unable to enter."

"The first-level saints can enter, but it is extremely difficult. The safest ones are the second-level saints, the third-level saints and the fourth-level saints."

"As for the Half-Saint, he will die if touched. There is no way for the Semi-Saint to come to this place."

Looking at the dead holy king, various sounds came from nearby.

Lin Yun activated his holy energy and flew towards the crack in space among the crowd, without fear at all.

"That person seems to have only half-saint cultivation?",

"Are you dazzled? The pressure in the space, without the support of the Saint Yuan, the half-saint will die."

"Maybe."

…

Lin Yun's appearance did not cause too much trouble. After all, there were too many people, and not many people paid attention to him.

Even if I notice it, I will wonder if I saw it wrong.

"It seems, okay."

In the eyes of others, the pressure of space could tear a half-saint apart, but Lin Yun passed through it easily.

This pressure is worse than the second peak of Blood Prison Mountain, and it is not difficult for Lin Yun at all.

It's just that the interior of the Burial Mountain Range has long since changed, and the view is all scarlet.

At the moment, I don’t know where I was teleported by the space crack.

He saw red clouds everywhere in the sky and on the ground. Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and after seeing clearly, he said in surprise: "Blood Crow!"

The blood crows formed by the condensed sins in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tombs are now everywhere, and they take the initiative to attack every living creature they see.

In the past, Lin Yun's dragon veins could deal with the Blood Crow, but now his strength has skyrocketed, reaching an extremely terrifying level.

Many of the bosses have semi-saint cultivation, and a few Blood Crows even have the strength of a saint, which is simply unbelievable.

"Why did these blood crows fly out of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tombs?" Xiao Bingfeng said strangely.

Lin Yun had no time to answer her, because a team of blood crows had already charged over.

"The Wrath of the Blue Dragon!"

Lin Yun activated the rules of the holy way, and then struck out a palm. Wind and thunder gathered in his palm, and a terrifying vortex quickly formed.

Whoosh!

The whirlpool immediately crushed the group of blood crows, and Xiao Bingfeng also took action from the side to quickly eliminate the remaining blood crows.

Ten miles away.

A young man in black, with lotuses blooming at his feet, showed no signs of panic when faced with the attack of hundreds of blood crows.

"Fire Jade Dragon Lotus!"

The young man in black changed his handprints, and the lotus under his feet turned wildly while flames burst out. He flicked it away with his fingers.

Bang!

Every time he flicked his finger, a fire dragon roared away, and soon all the blood crows were burned to ashes.

"What a powerful method."

Lin Yun blinked and said softly.

"This is a very ancient secret technique." Xiao Bingfeng marveled and said: "In ancient times, there was an ancient family famous for cultivating lotus. When the young members of the family become saints, they can get a sacred lotus, the Fire Jade Dragon.

The lotus is considered an extremely rare holy lotus."

"If this family still exists, it belongs to the Li tribe, one of the eight imperial clans. I wonder if this young man has anything to do with the Li tribe."

They were ten miles apart, but the man in black obviously heard what Xiao Bingfeng said and looked back at the two of them.

At first he didn't pay much attention, but after a while he frowned slightly and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

His eyes quickly swept over Lin Yun and Xiao Bingfeng, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The eight imperial clans, the Jian clan, the Mo clan... the Xiao clan, and the Li clan has been added." Lin Yun murmured to himself.

The eight imperial families are very mysterious, and he has indirect contact with three of them.

The Master is from the Jian clan, Thousand Years of Fire is from the Mo clan, and the white-haired swordsman who I once fought against is from the Xiao clan.

Now I see another one!

After the great changes in the world, these people will probably be born sooner or later.

"Why don't we arrest him and ask him to find out what these so-called imperial clans are up to?" Xiao Bingfeng said fearlessly.

Lin Yun shook his head and said: "This man is very cautious. There is no need to make enemies with him. Let's go to the Six Holy Cities first."

The Six Holy Cities were once controlled by the Six Holy Lands. After the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, they were jointly attacked by the Blood Moon Sect and the Demon Spirit Clan, and all the forces of the Six Holy Lands were driven out.

Lin Yun wanted to see what was going on there.

When he arrived, he found that the Six Holy Cities were in ruins.

Only the altar in the center of the city is still there, but the altar is shrouded in a layer of black mist, and countless bones lie on the ground within a radius of a hundred miles.

Lin Yun could tell at a glance that some kind of ceremony had been held here, but the ceremony ultimately failed.

In addition to the people in the Holy Land, the corpses on the ground also contained some monks wearing blood armor. Those blood armors looked quite familiar.

Other than that, the city was completely silent without a single living person. The Blood Moon God Sect and the Demon Spirit Clan were nowhere to be seen.

Lin Yun looked at the blood armor and had a bad feeling in his heart. This seemed to be... the holy armor of the Blood Letter Camp.

Looking up towards the altar, I saw a crack in the ancient altar. There was a beam of light above the altar, and a black mist surrounded it.

roar!

Under the altar, waves of terrifying roars could be vaguely heard, as if they were suppressing some terrifying existence.

"Lin Yun, this altar has the sword intention of reincarnation."

Xiao Bingfeng suddenly said.

Lin Yun also noticed some clues, and the confusion in his eyes became even stronger.

What the hell is going on here?

"Would you like to go over and have a look?" Xiao Bingfeng said uncertainly.

She has always been fearless, but she also noticed the weirdness here and didn't dare to go there unscrupulously.

Lin Yun stared at the altar. There were obvious signs of fighting on the altar, and there seemed to be something in the cracked gap.

His intuition told him that the altar was in danger now.

Even if there is the reincarnation sword intention inside, one cannot act rashly.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, suddenly turned around and said, "Friend, I have been following you for so long, please show your face."

His eyes were fixed on a broken wall somewhere.

"Is there someone? Why didn't this emperor notice..." Xiao Bingfeng said in surprise.

After a moment of silence, a young man in black walked out of the shadow of the corner, it was the man he had just seen.

"As expected of the buried beauty, the sword's power is really impressive." The young man in black said without changing his expression.

"You recognize me?"

Lin Yundao.

"The shadow of a famous tree. In Kunlun today, who doesn't know the famous Burial Boy?" The young man in black spoke calmly, as if he was only telling a very common thing.

He had just heard Xiao Bingfeng's words and wanted to leave directly, but when he turned around, he felt that Lin Yun's face looked familiar.

Only then did I remember that this person was Mr. Burying Flower, the personal descendant of Yaoguang.
To be continued...