He glanced indifferently at the messy place below, which was covered with bloodstains and wreckage, as well as traces of unsettled energy fluctuations. Ling Lin knew that a shocking and chaotic battle had taken place here before.
Now in this bloody battlefield, there are still several figures with weak auras. Among these figures are monks in the Purple Mansion Realm, monks in the half-step Dongxu Realm, and an old man in sackcloth who is in the early stage of the Dongxu Realm. But that faint aura
His eyes revealed Ling Lin's indifference towards these things.
It's just his indifference, but it is like a decision that determines fate in the hearts of the surviving monks of Yuanshui Sect. They who survived by chance because of Ling Lin's appearance witnessed the almost unbelievable scenes before. The survivors before
The joy they felt had long since faded away. The faint blood mist still floating in the air reminded them that the terrifyingly powerful young man in front of them was by no means a kind person.
Withdrawing his indifferent gaze, Ling Lin didn't care at all about these surviving monks of the so-called Yuanshui Sect. He looked far away into the distance. A cold smile gradually appeared on Ling Lin's indifferent face: "I don't know.
What wonderful expressions will you have when you suddenly see someone who died more than a year ago come back again?"
The fingertips trembled slightly, and a thin gray line suddenly spurted out. Then the thin gray line penetrated the bodies of Chen Feng and Uncle Yun in the horrified eyes of Chen Feng and Uncle Yun.
"Don't worry, you won't die so soon."
Seeing the panic on the faces of Chen Feng and Uncle Yun, Ling Lin said lightly. At this time, like mutton skewers, a thin gray thread penetrated the bodies of Chen Feng and Uncle Yun, connecting them in series.
Together, one end of the gray thin line was firmly in Ling Lin's hand.
"Qingyuan Zong, are you really looking forward to it?"
Faint words floated in the air. Ling Lin stretched out his hand, and the space in front of him suddenly rippled. Then, Ling Lin took a step, and his figure gradually disappeared into the ripples of space. After Ling Lin disappeared, the space
The ripples did not disappear. A thin gray line penetrated the space and extended to an unknown distance. At this moment, a sudden force came from the thin gray line.
"Ah! Ah!"
Two painful screams rang out, and the bodies of Chen Feng and Uncle Yun in the air suddenly entered the ripples of space under the control of the gray thin line, and disappeared in an instant.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet again. On the battlefield full of flesh and blood, several figures silently watched Ling Lin and the others disappear into the air. After a moment, a deep voice broke through the silence: "Old man
Zu, let’s go.”
The deep voice contained grief, anger and pain. The Yuanshui Sect, which was once powerful, only a few of them were left in just a few moments today. Although some of the nearly 10,000 disciples were dismissed, there are still an overwhelming number of disciples.
Some of them disappeared forever in this almost one-sided battle. The pungent smell of blood from all around continued to flow into their nostrils, shaking their minds, which were already full of scars.
"Let's go." Suddenly, Patriarch Yuanshui who was sitting on the ground stood up. His old face was even more gray, and his whole person was exuding a strong death aura, as if he had just emerged from the Nine Netherworld.
The dead soul climbed out. "I don't have much time left to live. In the last moments of my life, I want to see what will happen to me if the Qingyuan Sect destroys my Yuanshui Sect?"
Patriarch Yuanshui said quietly, his eyes quietly focused on the place where Ling Lin and the others had disappeared.
"Ancestor!"
As soon as Patriarch Yuanshui finished speaking, several urgent voices suddenly sounded, followed by slight sobs. The Yuanshui Sect suddenly encountered a big change, and now it is difficult to survive. Elder Yuanshui is like a protective god.
Zu is about to leave again. This is undoubtedly tragic news.
"Let's go and find a place to hide. The inheritance of Yuanshui Sect depends on you. Before a new Dongxu Realm monk is born in the sect, the name of Yuanshui Sect must not be spread." Yuanshui
The ancestor spoke calmly, as if he was explaining the funeral arrangements. As soon as he finished speaking, their eyes paused for a moment on the two monks in the half-step cave virtual realm among the several figures. Then his old figure disappeared like this.
in front of everyone.
"Hahaha, I want to see what will happen to his Qingyuan Sect!"
…
Qingyuan Mountains.
Nowadays, the Qingyuan Sect is booming, and dozens of wars between sects have been triggered in a few months. The Yuanshui Sect is definitely not the first sect to be destroyed by the Qingyuan Sect.
Surrender, or destroy the sect. This is the ultimatum sent by the Qingyuan Sect to the surrounding sects, large and small. Most of the weak sects without Dongxu Realm monks have naturally surrendered, while those powerful ones with Dongxu Realm monks are in charge.
There are few sects that choose to surrender, just like the Yuanshui Sect.
War continues to break out, and groups of Qingyuan Sect monks with powerful auras can often be seen in the Qingyuan Mountains, swarming like locusts in a certain direction.
"How come Senior Brother and the others haven't come back yet? Is this Yuanshui Sect really a hard nut to crack?"
On the Qingyuan Mountains, sword lights flashed one after another. If you look closely, you will see a monk sitting quietly on each sword-shaped magic weapon in mid-air. Whether in mid-air or on the ground, there are patrolling monks.
Since the Qingyuan Sect started the war, the Qingyuan Mountains have also begun to increase their vigilance.
Somewhere in the air above the Qingyuan Mountains, there were two figures standing in the air with big swords on their feet. They were the monks of the Qingyuan Sect who were responsible for guarding this area. The one who spoke at this time was one of the young men in white robes.
The monk's white robe is the symbol of the inner disciples in the Qingyuan Sect, and the inner disciples, without exception, all have the cultivation level of the innate realm.
Inner disciples of the Xiantian Realm are used for patrolling, which was a luxury in the Qingyuan Sect more than a year ago. However, in just over a year, whether it is the Xiantian Realm monks or even the
The monks in the Purple Mansion Realm have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain. Today's Xiantian Realm monks are nothing in the Qingyuan Sect.
"What kind of cultivation level does Senior Brother have? Moreover, it is said that there is a powerful being from the Cave Realm guarding Senior Brother. How can this little Yuanshui Sect be able to stop Senior Brother? I'm afraid it won't be long before Senior Brother
You will be able to return smoothly when you wait."
Next to the monk in white, a thin monk said with admiration. However, in the next moment, the look of admiration on his face suddenly solidified, and then turned into a look of disbelief and horror.
Because he discovered that the senior brother he was talking about was being held in someone's hand with a thin gray string like a dead dog!