It's just Emperor Xuan, who is like an ant in front of him.
Don’t say it’s just Emperor Xuan, a quasi-emperor!
Now, even if the strongest person in the corpse tribe stands up, he can only kneel down in front of him, right?
Lin Yan's eyes were filled with a cold look, and he immediately said, "Where is the corpse being slashed?"
"You dare to call my senior brother by name!"
At this time, the practitioner of the corpse tribe suddenly spoke.
Bang!
As soon as his words fell, Lin Yan's spiritual power suddenly fell down.
The palm print moved, and the practitioners of the corpse tribe immediately turned into powder.
This is also a half emperor!
In the blink of an eye, he was killed.
In this case, the remaining corpse cultivators completely understood that they had met the real strong man of the human race today.
Then their eyes were filled with fear.
"I'll ask again, where is the corpse being slashed!" Lin Yan said.
"Ruo...Ruo I say, can you forgive us?" At this time, a practitioner from the corpse tribe spoke.
But Lin Yan never replied.
But the palm print fell a little further.
boom!
Under such strength, their bodies gradually cracked.
"I said... I said... Senior brother, I am heading to Blood Spirit Mountain, and I will hold a treasure competition there tomorrow!" At this time, the practitioners of the corpse clan could not bear it and immediately spoke.
Bang!
As soon as the words fell, Lin Yan's palm print completely fell.
All the practitioners of these corpse tribes jumped into pieces.
There is silence between heaven and earth.
Lin Yan turned around and looked at the two statues.
The appearance of these two statues is not clear.
Because the practitioner who set up this statue doesn’t know what he and Yun Yao look like?
Hurry!
At this moment, the practitioners present looked at Lin Yan and immediately saluted.
There were even older practitioners with tears in their eyes and then said, "Sir, you are extremely powerful, so save other human races?"
"Yes, sir!"
At this time, many practitioners also spoke.
"Tomorrow, even at the Bibao Conference, there will be many corpse cultivators gathering. They... Who doesn't know about their behavior? This is to kill our human race, and... I'm afraid it's Emperor Xuan tomorrow.
Will it appear?"
At this time, these human practitioners all spoke.
In their eyes, there was a helpless look.
The Ling clan, Yao clan, Chi clan and other strong men are trapped.
The most powerful cultivator they have seen over the past few days is Lin Yan.
"Tomorrow, I will be there. The corpse tribe in the spiritual realm will be completely bleeding!" Lin Yan said.
This sound resounded throughout the square.
The human cultivators present were all stunned.
"I dare to ask sir, it's..." At this time, the human cultivator asked.
"Tian Palace...Lin Yan!"
Lin Yan spoke at this time.
Wow!
Just this name, everyone came to worship again.
This name is enough!
They knew that when tomorrow came, the corpse clan would definitely not be so arrogant.
Because in this spiritual realm, the most powerful genius has returned!
Lin Yan is a legend for cultivators in the spiritual realm!
It's just three years since he disappeared!
Some people say he is dead.
Some people also say he was deposed.
In short, the legend of the past disappeared without a trace.
But today, that man, he is back!
As long as he is there, the legend will be there.
"Lord Lin, I'll leave everything to you!" An old cultivator stared at Lin Yan and sighed.
"Lord Lin, please!"
Crazy, behind him were the voices of rows of human cultivators.
They are too weak to compete with the demons!
All hope can only be placed on Lin Yan.
At this moment, looking at these people, Lin Yan understood that this was his responsibility.
Human race...
Although it has survived the biggest disaster in these years.
Resist the Xuanhai.
But other disasters have just begun.
Although Lin Yan protected the human race, he was also angry in his heart.
But now, looking at these human cultivators, the smile on the corner of Lin Yan's mouth was also gathered.
Then he turned around.
Then he left a sentence: "As long as I, Lin Yan, are still here, I will give you peace in the world one day!"
call out!
After the words fell, Lin Yan suddenly left.
Plop!
Looking at this figure, no matter how many years the old man or some young boys lived, they all bowed down.
This is true gratitude!
Inside the Blood Spirit Mountain, at this time, the practitioners of the Corpse Clan gathered.
The corpse is also here.
Tomorrow will be the Bibao Conference.
Their smiles were a little colder.
"Hahaha, tomorrow, I will start a massacre, which is a birthday gift for my master to be eight thousand years old!" The corpse cut off and said.
Calculate the time, tomorrow will be Emperor Xuan’s birthday!
He is eight thousand years old!
After living for a full eight thousand years, he reached a quasi-emperor in this era.
This state is extraordinary no matter where it is placed in any clan.
And with such a strong man in charge, tomorrow will definitely make the corpse clan surprised the world.
Although they have killed the human race in these days!
But it's a small scale after all!
Tomorrow is the real fierce battle!
"Master is really a genius, the treasure competition, hahaha, this is completely gathering the human cultivators, then completely killing them, and getting the human treasures!" Other corpse cultivators also laughed.
They were afraid that the human race would not come, but now it seems that the human race might... no longer be so timid.
They... fight to the death and will come!
Because Zizhan and others found a new method.
That was when a stone stood up on this Blood Spirit Mountain!
Four words were written on the stone.
The Tomb of Emperor Lin!
The four words are like nonsense.
But it is a deep humiliation to the human race.
"With these four words, all the human cultivators are coming here?" At this time, Zizhan and others spoke, "In addition, please remember tomorrow that I have killed 300,000 human cultivators, tomorrow
After that, at least half a million will be raised!”
"I can kill a million in less than a year!" The corpse slashed.
In his eyes, what is the human race?
Human races are simply too easy to kill.
boom!
But at this moment, a figure suddenly came.
"Senior brother, no, the brothers we sent to the square to destroy the statue of Emperor Lin were all killed." At this time, the practitioners of the corpse clan spoke.
"Who killed it?" The corpse slashed intently and immediately said.
"I don't know, I can't find out at all!" said the cultivator of the corpse tribe.
"Hmph, I'm just tired of killing the cultivators of my corpse clan. There is a quasi-emperor among my corpse clan. He... is looking for death. Tomorrow's treasure competition, I hope he can come and witness me with my own eyes.
The corpse tribe killed the cultivators of the human race so that they could understand that the human race was only a weak person in front of my corpse tribe. After all, he dared to be an enemy of my corpse tribe, and he could only die!" The corpse cut off his mouth, and his voice condensed to the extreme.