The young master of Tianshu in Jueying Temple also dealt with the Silver Eye Demon Spirit who was blocking the way.

He is proficient in the holy path of the sun, masters the sun's realm, and his sun's will has reached the eighth level.

Relying on the Sun Holy Way that was against the will of heaven, the Silver Eye Demon Spirit was burned to ashes.

But the magic patterns did not burn out, and turned into strange blood in a pile of ashes, penetrated into the ground, and then went to unknown wherever.

When the young master Tianshu saw this scene, he looked dazed and said, "Is it so difficult? This is the magic pattern formation marked by the divine blood. Shangguan Jue and Bai Zhanli stay, and the other disciples will leave."

He quickly issued an order to dismiss the rest of the Jueying Temple, leaving only Shangguan Jue and Bai Zhanli as help.

"Senior Brother, do you think the sword intent is ineffective, then Lin Yun has dealt with the silver-eyed demon spirit?"

Shangguan Jue spoke.

Bai Zhanli also looked over curiously. "The Silver Eye Demon Spirit should not be able to trap him, but he wanted to deal with the Silver Eye Demon Spirit, but he didn't even have the Sect. This level is his nemesis."

The young master of Tianshu said confidently.

Lin Yun's sword talent, looking at the entire Tianhuang Mountain, even Jiang Ziyao will lose half the money.

But this silver-eyed demon spirit made the sword intent invalid directly.

It would be difficult for him to die if he could not die.

"He doesn't have to think about the quota of the Tianhuang feast, thinking about how to save his life. Now this Gulin Mountain is a hunting ground for us peerless geniuses!"

The young master of Tianshu grinned, looked arrogant and looked arrogant.

The Youlin Mountains are very dangerous, but the more dangerous it is, the greater the opportunity. He enjoys this feeling very much.

Especially when I think of that annoying guy, I feel even more happy after I will be eliminated at this level.

Mr. Tianshu's words were half right.

Qin Yun of the Dao Sect, Tuoba Hong, the ancient beast of the vast wilderness, Mu Qianxue of the Jade Villa, and the remnant Jue of the Blood Prison Sect... These peerless monsters who do not need to be tested in the first two levels have all shown their own styles.

In the eyes of others, the nearly desperate silver-eyed demon spirit was removed in various ways in their hands.

Three thousand great worlds, heroes emerge together.

The current Nether Forest Mountains has indeed become a stage for peerless geniuses, and all the weak have left the stage.

He was indeed right in this half, but the half about Lin Yun was indeed quite outrageously wrong.

At the same time, the temple on the top of Tianhuang Mountain.

Figures flashed, and the many monks who came back from the Youlin Mountains were full of fear on their faces.

"It's so terrifying, the Silver Eye Demon Spirit is almost invincible."

"This level is really a life-long fight."

"I saw Gongsun Lou, who was ranked in the top 86 on the Dragon Demotion List, died tragically before he could crush the token."

...

The temple was noisy and his face was not very good.

Jue and Xiongtiannan appeared in the temple. After stepping on the ground, their hearts calmed down.

Feeling the atmosphere around, the two looked at each other and were worried about Lin Yun.

After most of the monks came back, everyone began to calculate who else had not returned in the Youlin Mountains.

At this moment, Master Xuankong swung his fingers.

boom!

A light curtain floated in the air, and many scenes in the secluded forest and mountains kept flashing in the light curtain.

"Young Master Tianshu is still here, he is indeed a cruel person!"

"Tuoba Hong is here, Xiaoyue Tianlang is so powerful."

"Jiang Ziyao is here too!"

"Dao Zong Qin Yun is here too!"

As the light curtain flashed, the scenes of monks appeared, allowing everyone to see what a true peerless genius was.

Seeing the charm of these geniuses, the atmosphere in the dojo is not so dull.

"The quota for the Tianhuang Feast should be selected from these people. We are still too bad..."

Many monks sighed.

Ao Jue and Xiong Tiannan were in a hurry. They didn’t see Lin Yun’s picture inside. Logically speaking, Lin Yun should be there too.

But there was no way to go, the picture in the light curtain was flashing constantly and could not be controlled by the two of them.

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations came from the dojo.

However, in the light curtain, a picture of a blue-clothed sword cultivator appeared, which was Lin Yun, a burial flower boy.

"The burial flower dude is here too!"

"He also defeated the Silver Eye Demon Spirit, isn't that amazing?"

"If you remember correctly, the sword intent is not very useful to the Silver Eye Demon Spirit."

The monks in the temple all seemed extremely shocked, and they thought Lin Yun had come back long ago.

The stage no longer belongs to him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yun was also among them.

In the secluded forest mountains, Lin Yun frowned slightly. He felt that he had some sight peeking at him outside the boundary, and couldn't help but look up.

"Can this be sensed? It's interesting..."

Master Xuankong smiled, his turbid eyes turned half a circle, and the picture on the light curtain disappeared immediately.
Chapter completed!