"Young Master!"

Everyone in Mingzong was shocked. When the Holy Lord Shuntian looked back, his legs and feet were trembling.

How is this possible?

Too fast!

Everything happened so quickly that almost the moment Lin Yun finished speaking, the burial flower flew out.

When we look back, Huang Jingyu is already dead and cannot die again.

Without giving them time to shock, the four burial flowers bloomed together, and the terrifying power exploded directly.

Bang!

Then he saw flesh and blood splattering, and Huang Jingyu broke into hundreds of pieces of flesh and blood. Now he was completely dead and his corpse no longer existed.

Liu Yunlan's reaction was quick, but she had only time to close her eyes and her face was stained with blood.

The Saint Lord Ziying and Saint Lord Wuhuan reacted the fastest and almost instantly sacrificed the supreme holy weapon.

But Lin Yun had expected that the moment the Supreme Holy Artifact appeared, his thumbs pressed on his middle finger with both hands, opened his bow left and right, and then pushed it out violently.

Swish!

After a blink of an eye, the overwhelming sword energy was pushed out.

The sword energy is not fatal, but it is because there are too many people. The two holy kings Ziying and Wuhuan can only protect themselves for the time being.

Swish!

After the sword light was shattered, Lin Yun soared into the air and the burial flower flew over like lightning.

It was like a flowing light flying, Lin Yun's body fell slightly, and he just stepped on the body of the Burial Flower Sword.

Others stepped on the burial flowers in the air, stood with their hands behind their backs, staring at everyone from a high place.

Huh!

The sound of breaking through the air came out, and under such cold gaze, the burial flowers carried him away like lightning.

"Chasing!"

"Why don't you do it?"

The Holy Lord Shuntian woke up from his grief and shouted angrily at Ziying and Wuwan.

Wuhuan's face turned red, she was really frustrated, and she was embarrassed to speak.

Lin Yun came prepared and had no choice but to do it. By the time he realized that he had already left.

The most important thing is that when he was walking on the sword, he was actually facing them, his gaze and sharpness were too terrifying.

Ziying sighed and grabbed the Holy Lord Shuntian and said, "Stop chasing him, he will go to the Desert Valley again. Do you still have the courage to jump down?"

The angrily Holy Lord Shuntian was like being watered by a basin of cold water, and he was foolishly on the spot.

Right!

If he jumps again to the God Valley, will he still dare to jump?

The answer is definitely not.

He skipped once, and even the Supreme Holy Artifact could not be stopped. If Ziying hadn't taken action, she would have died inside.

thump!

The Saint Lord Shuntian knelt down and cried bitterly, crying sadly: "My husband's reputation has been ruined by a young child for his lifetime. Now that the young master has died, how can he explain to the Saint Lord?!"

He was so angry that he was powerless and finally collapsed.

Swish!

Liu Yunlan stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood from his face, and then opened his eyes, which were closed, and his face was dull.

Staring at the empty ground, his eyes showing a sarcastic look.

This was a loss for Huang Jingyu to make plans, thinking about how to keep a low profile and how to indulge in the burial mountain range before pursuing Lin Yun.

But he didn't expect that Lin Yun had no intention of letting him go.

It would be fine if you didn't meet it. If you encounter it, then you will be waiting to intercept you.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

After a while, I remembered the words "Wasty" Huang Jingyu said to be dead when he saw Lin Yun being suppressed by Tianlun Tower.

He shook his hand and said, "I'm so damn."
Chapter completed!