Qinglin appeared, the deadline for being suppressed by the tomb owner had come, and others were still in the wall of light, and they let out a roar like thunder.

Wu Qingcheng and others' faces suddenly sank. Knowing that Lin Fan's plan had failed, the next one might be the bloodiest battle.

Sure enough, after hearing Qinglin's roar, the Supreme Elder Huo suddenly changed his expression and shouted: "Stop it!"

The others also spoke, and Qian Zhong was even more direct, his figure was faint in place, as if he was walking through nothingness, folding time and space, and appeared in front of Lin Fan and others in an instant, with cold and cruel eyes: "Boy, stop first."

Lin Fan's face was plain. He just didn't want to cause too much blood and caused disaster for his relatives. But now that he was about to be seen through, he was not afraid. At worst, he would just want the newly established Tianfu and move all the Lin family and his close families into this sea of ​​magma.

Thinking of this, he patted the tenderness of his Qingluan subconsciously, signaling her not to worry, then spread his hands to Qian Zhong and smiled and said, "As you wish."

He was fearless and took everyone back to the sea of ​​magma. In his eyes, murderous intent condensed into substance, and a few feet long poked out from his eyes. He was staring at the wall of light.

Qinglin came, with a grim smile and a ferocious face, but he was miserable. The various scars hit on his face remained undisturbed, his war clothes were torn and covered in blood.

His appearance suddenly made the big things here that were still waiting for the return of his disciples to suddenly feel a sense of ingenuity!

Qinglin has already come out, so what about the others?

This question appeared in their hearts at the same time, and then it seemed like their heart suddenly pounding, hurting, and a sense of panic made their spine suddenly feel cold. Could it be...

"See the Holy Son of Qinglin." The Supreme Elder Huo surnamed also had some elders and disciples from the One Yuan Holy Land. When he saw Qinglin, he saluted immediately and was very respectful.

Tianhun shivered his lips, and the fear became stronger and stronger. The most fearful possibility in his heart seemed to have come true. He trembled and said, "Qinglin, have you seen my disciples of Dayan?"

The old Red Demon's sturdy body as a monster also trembled slightly: "Where are my disciples in the prehistoric world? Can they still be behind?"

Their hearts were filled with extreme fear. In the past century when they had their current cultivation and status, they had never appeared again. Even there was a hint of prayer in their eyes, as if they were eager to say that the disciples they were looking forward to were safe and were gently lit up the battle fruits and the fate of heaven behind.

Wu Qingcheng and other people who knew the inside story looked serious, and they had already tightened the warriors in secret, ready to kill them.

Qinglin smiled and a trace of abnormal red light flashed in his eyes, but no one noticed it. When his eyes looked at Lin Fan, it was full of viciousness and pleasure, and there was also a kind of extreme pleasure... The great revenge will eventually be repaid.

It seems to be said again, Lin Fan, you are running away this time. I really want to see if anyone can protect you.

The corners of his mouth twitched, touching the heartstrings of many people. Then his swollen face suddenly twisted and ferociously. The corners of his mouth opened and he was about to speak.

But he was interrupted by Lin Fan's sneer and looked down on everyone: "You don't have to wait anymore. The so-called heroes and monsters in your name are all dead."

"Ho...ho..."

The Adam's apple kept rolling, and then suddenly roared: "Impossible! I know how powerful the people I sent out were. Little Bastard, you are talking nonsense, I will use your soul to light the sky lantern and refine your body into a puppet!"

The old Red Demon monster also looked at Lin Fan with murderous intent, and seemed to be beaten to death with just one disagreement.

Finally, they looked at Qinglin with all their eyes.

Qing Lin almost suffocated to death in one breath. This feeling was too uncomfortable. He had already prepared the most vicious and bloodiest description, and wanted to tell the fact that Lin Fan killed everyone. He wanted to see Lin Fan's panic and begging eyes. After he explained the facts clearly, Lin Fan's desperate eyes must be wonderful.

But Lin Fan sneered and said it with a fearless attitude, which made him feel like he was hitting the cotton with one punch.

He stared at Lin Fan who was mocking him, took a deep breath and said, "What he said is the truth."

Tianhun, the old man of the Red Demon, and the Supreme Elder Huo, suddenly stood up from the carved wooden chair placed in the void, a murderous intent that seemed to easily tear the sky, stirred up, and shouted, "Tell me clearly!"

Qinglin sneered and looked at Lin Fan with a bright look. He opened his mouth, but suddenly stopped. He didn't want to try the feeling just now.

But he actually saw that Lin Fan didn't care at all and was comforting Qingluan with a soft voice. So he smiled grimly. He really wanted to see when Lin Fan could last until he opened his mouth and said...

But at this moment, Lin Fan said: "Your disciples, except for more than a dozen of them who were killed by the cemetery for their greed, were all killed by me. This is the fact."

"Roar!" Qing Lin was furious. He was fooled again. He tried that feeling of aggrievance again. He wanted to kill Lin Fan now.

Lin Fan glanced at him, then thrust his back and said in a very simple manner: "I killed it, what's the matter."

"Seriously?" Tianhun's eyes suddenly narrowed at the dangerous level, and a cold light from the gap cut a space crack of hundreds of feet out of the void ahead of him.

Lin Fan sneered: "This is very glorious? Is it necessary to take credit for it?"

"Make it? Haha... Haha... Haha..." With the laughter of Binghan, the breath of Tianhun became more and more cold. The void around him was frozen by Binghan's will, and it directly became an ice edge reflecting cold light: "Little bastard! Let me die!"

"kill!"

In an instant, there were endless shouts of killing, and various soul powers, martial souls and real-life souls filled the sky, which was very terrifying. This place seemed to have become a battlefield of gods and demons in an instant. There was a sea of ​​magma below, but now it was broken by a powerful aura, revealing the deepest blood crystal palace.

Various attacks came to Lin Fan, but all the big things from the three forces of Jiuhuang, Spirit Pattern, and Medicine God took action, and blocked the first wave of attacks for Lin Fan.

"You Jiuhuang, do you want to start a war?" Tianhun roared. His attack was blocked by Jiuhuang's strong men, making him angry.

"War starts? Are you a Dayan??" Wu Qingcheng sneered.

Lin Fan's eyes were filled with warmth, and finally, there were a few friends.

But he didn't need these people to take action, and that would drag them into the quagmire. So he stood up high and gradually raised his body until he was level with everyone, and then he spoke: "I just ask one question, don't you want to know why I killed them?"

"Reason? Is it necessary? My disciple is dead and you are still alive, so that's not possible." The old monster of Red Demon is extremely murderous. He is alone in the strong men of the Medicine God Valley and the Spiritual Pattern Holy Land, but he is still not afraid.
Chapter completed!