"Yun'er."

Ling Yan's hissing sound resounded throughout the underground palace. The Qinghong Sword in his hand seemed to feel Ling Yan's breath, and the entire sword body trembled involuntarily. A loud noise suddenly appeared on the underground palace. A huge hole was seen when he came. A person looked like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily into the underground palace. Three figures behind him slowly landed in the underground palace.

At this moment, everyone felt a huge pressure coming towards them like a mountain. The three of them were extremely weird in costumes, as if they were intentionally covering their faces, which was somewhat similar to the masked man.

The purpose is Shan Guang, who has been waiting outside the trial for a long time, and the two behind him are also elders of the Poison Sect. When they come this time, the Qinghong Sword is bound to win.

"Master."

Yun Lan and Cangkong spoke at the same time. Who is the Taoist under the purple-clothed Taoist robe? He was in a very embarrassing moment. He struggled for a long time before climbing to Ling Yan. Zi Yun in Ling Yan's arms closed her eyes, but she could no longer call out the word "Dad".

"Teacher...Master"

Ling Yan's voice began to tremble, his eyes were filled with a blank look, and tears at the corners of his eyes seemed to be unable to bear to slide down. His head was scattered, so how could he look like a spiritual practitioner?

Taoist Zilai couldn't bear to see such a scene. Yun Lan and Cangqiong walked up to them and looked at Zi Yun's corpse for a long time.

"Zilai, your master and apprentice are here today." The person who spoke was Shan Guang. The masked man stood next to him without speaking, as if he was thinking about something.

Taoist Zilai looked at Shan Guang. The strength of the Poison Sect was far from comparable to that of Chongxiao Sect. He could not defeat the three powerful people in the Spirit King Realm even if he had great skills. At this moment, it turned out that it was the disaster he calculated, and even his daughter could not be spared, and even his disciples might stay here.

Taoist Zilai looked at the black dots on the palm of his hand. The spiritual power of this person from the Poison Sect was indeed vicious. Although his strength was not as strong as him, the poison contained in his spiritual power was extremely domineering. If it were not for all his strength to suppress it, he would have turned into a pool of blood at this moment. Although the black dots in the palm of his hand had been suppressed, they had a faint spreading trend. If this continues, he will definitely die here.

"don't want."

Ling Yan roared again, and saw that Zi Yun's body was gradually burned out by the flames. Bai Zhi's fire fox actually carried fire poison. How could Zi Yun bear such a vicious attack? Ling Yan felt bitter in his heart. Why was it her? If she didn't fight for the Qinghong Sword, how could she be sneak attacked by Bai Zhi?

"No!"

However, no matter how good the Taoist Zilai was in a good mood, he could not bear the pain of bereavement. The black dots in the palm of his hand suddenly spread, and Taoist Zilai burst out blue veins, trying to suppress the explosive virulence.

Shan Guang and the masked man standing in the distance did not take action. They were watching the pair of masters and apprentices with interest. The more than one hundred people didn't even dare to get close at this moment. The pressure of the Spirit King Realm came, and many spiritual cultivators with levels lower than the Spirit Illusion Realm even died instantly. How could they have fun in this scene? The Spirit King Realm powerhouses who were unseen in the past have now seen four at one time, which is enough to be a topic of conversation.

The purple rhyme turned into stars, and Ling Yan couldn't catch it no matter how much she grabbed it. She saw a small part of the light actually entered the Qinghong Sword. Ling Yan was extremely excited at this moment, "Yun'er, have you decided to stay?"

No answer.

Taoist Zilai sat on the ground to circulate his spiritual power. If he could not suppress the poison as soon as possible, he would probably stay here. Cangqiong and Yun Lan stood in front of Taoist Zilai to protect him.

"I'll give you a good fortune, alas."

The sound of old age came from the underground palace again, and Shan Guang was naturally extremely unhappy, but the person who left the trial was obviously far above him. Even if it was just an obsession, it would be more than enough to solve him.

Ling Yan was surrounded by green light, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around the underground palace suddenly gathered. Shan Guang's face did not change. He actually felt Ling Yan's aura soaring, first level of Linghua Realm, ninth level of Linghua Realm, first level of Soul Realm... Lingwang Realm!

"No, this is impossible." Shan Guang's eyes were full of horror, and the masked man beside him seemed extremely calm. When he could not seize the Qinghong Sword, he felt that everything was full of strangeness. It seemed that from the beginning, the person who left the trial calculated the belonging of the Qinghong Sword.

The green light dissipated, and underneath the head was Ling Yan's eyes that were as cold as an ice cave.

"Die."

Ling Yan's voice was extremely calm, as if he was declaring an extremely ordinary thing.

Ling Yan suddenly swung a sword energy from the Qinghong sword in his hand, and the ground broke wherever the sword energy passed.

More than ten White Fox Sect disciples who were planning to escape in the distance happened to meet this sword energy, carrying the pressure of the Spirit King Realm, and no one could resist the momentum. In just a moment, they were covered in blood and had not even screamed, so they stayed in this underground palace forever.

"It's your turn."

Ling Yan turned around and looked at the people in the Poison Sect. The same power of the Spirit King Realm was under the influence. In this underground palace, Ling Yan seemed to be a little better. Taoist Zilai on the ground slowly stood up. For a moment, purple lights were great, and Shan Guang's face changed again. Two powerful people in the Spirit King Realm seemed to be impossible to forcefully seize the Qinghong Sword, so they had to leave in disappointment.

"withdraw."

Shan Guang ordered, and the masked man snorted coldly, as if he didn't buy it. He glanced at the masked woman standing aside, and found her expressionless face.

"Xiao Lin, do you still have me as the elder in your eyes?" Shan Guang said word by word, his tone was full of anger. On weekdays, the masked man was used to being alone and indifferent in the Poison Sect. He was known as the number one genius of the Poison Sect in a thousand years. Seeing that the inheritance was taken away by Ling Yan, how could he be willing to leave?

"Don't dare." The masked man's real name is Xiao Lin. No one knows it except the leader of the Poison Sect and the Great Elder, and no one dares to call him directly. Obviously, Shan Guang was really angry today. Judging from Shan Guang's hundreds of years of cultivation, how could he not see the crisis contained here? How could the person who left the inheritance sees his successor being killed in the underground palace? It is extremely unfavorable for them to start a war here.

"Today, I, Xiao Lin, are coming to ask for advice." Xiao Lin had already held the long sword tightly in his hand. The masked woman did not speak, but was standing next to Xiao Lin, holding a silver sword in her hand.

"Lingyan should accept it." Lingyan took several steps towards Xiao Lin, without fear in his eyes. He clenched the Qinghong Sword in his hand, and closed his eyes and felt the breath from the Qinghong Sword.

Are you here?

Without hesitation, Xiao Lin waved his hand and several ghost faces turned out, running towards Lingyan in a straight line. There was a little fragrance of flowers in the air, and the smell instantly dispersed.

"Don't smell it, it's poisonous."

Taoist Zilai reminded him that he instantly activated his spiritual power to resist the scattered poison.

Many spiritual practitioners who had not left in the distance had fallen down, and this poisonous force was extremely fast to invade the hearts of spiritual practitioners.

"See the trick."

Ling Yan made an instant move, gathered a blue sword light, and slashed down at the straight-line ghost-faced butterfly. The blue sword light was like a green dragon, leaving in a straight line. The ghost-faced butterfly was instantly cut into two pieces and disappeared into nothingness.

"Array"

Xiao Lin frowned slightly, and his feet were like stepping on a green cloud. The masked woman cooperated and attacked Ling Yan in two directions.

The speed of movement is to transform two into four, four into eight, and the afterimage array is to paralyze the enemy, thus giving the enemy a fatal blow.

Ling Yan had no sign of anxiety on his face. If it were before, such a killer move would be a dead end for him, but now it is just a pediatric department.

"careful"

Shan Guang's face had not changed, and he felt a huge wave of spiritual power gathering on Ling Yan.

"Qinghong"

"Catch the Sky"

With a faint voice, the Qinghong Sword disappeared in Ling Yan's hand. In an instant, eight green dragons headed in eight directions. Whether it was a afterimage or not, they all needed to take this move.

Ling Yan hugged his hands, and the two figures on the left suddenly moved, trying to resist this Qinghong Capture the Sky, but how could two Linghuan realm guys block this killer move in the Spirit King realm?

You should know that there is a soul realm above the Spirit Realm, and the Spirit Realm is the Spirit Realm above the Soul Realm. Xiao Lin pleads himself and bet that Ling Yan cannot control the power of the Spirit King. In fact, this is true. Ling Yan has not even exerted the strength of the Spirit King Realm. If it were Shan Guang, Ling Yan would probably fall now.

But Shan Guang did not dare to take action. Such a problem could cause trouble. How could Xiao Lin be recognized by everyone in the Poison Sect and inherit the position of the Poison Sect's leader?

Xiao Lin and the masked woman fell to the ground at the same time. Ling Yan did have the strength to kill the man in front of him at this moment, but he also had concerns. In his opinion, the three powerful men in the Spirit King realm were so indulging him, and this masked man must have a very high status. If he killed him here today, the three strong men might have fought to take revenge. He could naturally see that the Zilai Taoist at this moment was at the end of his strength, and the powerful force spreads and releases extremely strong pressure, just to bluff people.

"snort"

Ling Yan used his sword to lift the veil on Xiao Lin's face. Under the veil was an extremely terrifying face. Half of the face had rotted and there was no blood color at all.

"I'm going to kill you."

Xiao Lin took back the veil and was about to reach out to get the knife, but was stopped by Shan Guang who arrived instantly. Shan Guang sneered at Ling Yan, "Let's go and see."

Regardless of Xiao Lin's thoughts, just a gust of wind swept away Xiao Lin and the masked woman.

At this moment, there were already scattered figures in the underground palace, and countless spiritual cultivators returned with disappointment. There were still many spiritual cultivators staying, as if they wanted to use this to find a bargain.

"I don't know what you mean?" Ling Yan's tone was filled with a biting cold.

"I dare not."

"Goodbye."

Ling Yan's eyes were enough to kill a person. The pressure from the Spirit King Realm suddenly came. How could they resist? At this moment, Ling Yan's few remaining strength was more than enough to deal with them.

"Master, let's go back to the sect."

Ling Yan saw that the situation of Taoist Zi Lai was extremely critical at this moment. Yun Lan and Cangqiong did not speak. Ling Yan's strength was enough to kill any of them in seconds. Even if Ling Yan stagnated, they would need hundreds of years of cultivation to catch up.

"Go back." Taoist Zilai's voice was extremely weak, his face was extremely pale, and he was not as good as Ling Yan.

Cangqiong and Yunlan slowly helped Taoist Zilai up, while Ling Yan stood there, staring at the Qinghong Sword in his hand in a daze.

You said, are you still here?
Chapter completed!