As the dynastic war continued to approach, the already extremely prosperous Anyan City suddenly became more lively. In the Dark Territory, monks from all directions continued to pour into Anyan City, blocking the entire city entrance.
On this day, a purple figure flew from the sky and stopped outside Anyan City.
This person was Ling Lin. Looking at the long queues of people at the entrance of Anyan City, Ling Lin frowned. Then, he glanced at Anyan City in front of him. This Anyan City is indeed the core of the Dark Territory.
city. The entire Anyan City is much larger than some of the cities Ling Lin passed by, but even so, it cannot compare with the number of monks who came here.
At the huge city gate, two rows of monks wearing black armor stood. A cold aura emanated from their bodies. On their armor, a striking word "Yan" attracted many monks who had just arrived here.
With his spiritual consciousness, Ling Lin could see that there was no secret in the cultivation of these monks.
"They are all at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm." Ling Lin secretly thought in his heart. There are many Zifu Realm monks in the Dark Territory, but there are relatively few monks at the top of the Purple Mansion Realm, and...
Ling Lin's expression condensed. The auras emitted by these monks were all very close. If you didn't sense it carefully, it would be easy to mistake the auras for just one person. The auras were so similar, these people must be practicing the same skill.
With their methods and cultivation so consistent, they must be very good at joining forces to defend against enemies.
Ling Lin's expression condensed slightly. The four old men from the Liu family were able to exert half-step Dongxu's powerful strength after forming an formation. How powerful would this group of monks be if they formed an formation?! Although the four old men from the Liu family were
It is the black light formation that has such power. But Ling Lin does not believe that there is no combined attack formation in the Yanling clan that is more powerful than the black light formation.
Yes, this group of powerful monks comes from the Yanling clan. Only the Yanling clan can have such strength to use these powerful monks to guard the gate.
"Quiet!"
Suddenly, two rows of Yanling monks in black armor shouted in unison. Suddenly, a cold air swept out of their bodies, and the thick pressure seemed to be twisted into a ball, far exceeding the peak of the Zifu Realm monks.
The breath swept all around overwhelmingly.
Suddenly, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet. Countless eyes looked at the black armored monks at the city gate with awe and fear. An extremely weak voice floated out from the crowd, the sound was faint, and even
Ling Lin couldn't hear clearly, but vaguely, he seemed to hear the words "Black Underworld Army".
"Black Underworld Army." Ling Lin thought silently in his heart, remembering this group of powerful monks from the Yanling clan. Then he took steps towards the crowd.
At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the air above the crowd. Under the awed gazes of many monks, a young man in white walked out of the void. Stepping out of the void, the man in white had a faint trace on his forehead.
Beads of sweat flashed. Looking at Anyan City in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief. With his strength, it was a bit difficult to travel through the void. Fortunately, he caught up, and the young man in white showed a smile on his face.
Xing slowly descended from mid-air and then walked straight towards the city gate.
"Half-step to the void." Ling Lin whispered. The aura of the man in white was far from reaching the realm of the cave. He was only half-step to the void. However, this half-step to the void was enough to make the monks here look up to him. God Ling Lin
When I scanned my consciousness, I knew that the queue outside the city gate was full of monks from the Purple Mansion Realm.
At the crowded city gate, the young man in white walked quite smoothly. Wherever he passed, the monks around him consciously gave way to a path. In the blink of an eye, he entered the city.
After the man in white left, the crowd had not completely healed the road. At this time, a faint figure quickly rushed towards the city gate.
Just as this figure was about to enter the city.
"snort."
A cold snort suddenly sounded, and the monks of the Yanling clan, known as the "Black Underworld Army", all took a step forward, and a monstrous pressure instantly enveloped the figure. Under the pressure, the figure suddenly looked like
It's like a wooden pile stuck on the ground.
This is a middle-aged man in black. At this time, under the pressure of the Black Underworld Army, his whole body is trembling, and his eyes are full of fear. There are too many monks lining up at the gate, and this man is queuing.
At the back, if you want to line up to get in, you have to wait at least several hours. But just now, the young man in white clothes walked into the city with a half-empty step. Before the people made way for him to completely surround him, the man suddenly got up.
Got some thoughts.
"Does he think he is also a half-empty monk?" Many monks around saw this scene and immediately curled their lips and said with disdain.
Because too many people have entered Anyan City recently, although the city gate is large, it cannot allow so many people to enter at once, so it can easily cause chaos. That's why the Yanling clan sent a group of Black Underworld troops to guard it.
The purpose of the city gate is to prevent such things from happening. However, not all monks have to line up to enter Anyan City. For example, the young man in white just now, with his half-step cave-like cultivation, can enter the city directly without being like ordinary monks.
.And this man in black, who has no cultivation beyond the Purple Mansion realm, wants to enter the city directly. Such an approach undoubtedly destroys order.
"die!"
Like the sound of thunder, the Black Underworld Army all took a step forward. As their footsteps fell, a faint ripple spread out from under their feet. Then, under the desperate gaze of the man, they all penetrated into his body.
"call."
The man's desperate expression was frozen on his face. The wind blew by, and his motionless figure suddenly turned into wisps of flying ash.
There was silence all around. There was no blood or even any trace on the ground. All of this was as if it had never happened. But the monks around knew that before, there was a living Zifu Realm monk standing here.
But now, it has turned into wisps of flying dust.
Although there is no trace of blood in this method of turning into ash, it is undoubtedly more terrifying in the hearts of many monks than any bloody scene.
At the gate of the city, which was crowded with people, there was an extremely strange silence. Everyone seemed to be under a witchcraft, and their bodies remained motionless.
"Tap, step, step..."
At this moment, a burst of footsteps came, breaking the silence. Everyone turned around, only to see a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old walking slowly not far away. The young man's expression was cold, following his every step.
As soon as he stepped out, the coercion on his body became even stronger. This coercion, from the Zifu realm level at the beginning, as he took a few steps, has reached the level of half-step cave, and this coercion is still increasing.
!
"It's him!" Many monks exclaimed as they looked at Ling Lin, who was slowly approaching. At this time, some days had passed since the end of the ancient battlefield, and Ling Lin's shocking deeds had almost reached everyone.
Spread throughout the dark realm.
Watching Ling Lin slowly approaching, the awe in the eyes of many monks became even stronger, but it was not difficult to see that there was also a strong sense of fear in the awe. The crowd was crowded, but no one blocked Ling Lin's path.
.
The Black Underworld Army stood quietly, motionless. After a moment, Ling Lin's figure gradually disappeared from the sight of many monks. Even so, after several seconds, the sound of heavy breathing was heard, and then, a burst of