But just for a moment, everyone within a hundred miles radius felt a great panic.

It was as if he was being stared at by some extremely terrifying ferocious beast. His hair stood on end all over his body, his scalp was numb, his back felt cold, and he did not dare to move.

It seems that as long as he moves, his head will fall to the ground in an instant.

But all this happened so fast that no one could react, leading to various misunderstandings.

"What a sharp sword, but why take it back?"

Lu Chen asked coldly with a smile on his face.

For a moment, he was scared to death, but after repeated inspections, he found that there were no sword wounds on his body.

He immediately felt relieved and said with a sneer: "It's too late to fight back now. This Demonic Dragon Bell seals a wisp of the remnant soul of a real dragon, but I'm even stronger than the fifth level of dragon vein! Kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can let you die."

Have fun..."

"You are already dead."

Lin Yun said calmly.

"What did you say??" Lu Chen, who was interrupted, had a look of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

Lin Yundao: "I said, you are already dead."

Phew!

As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of blood appeared on Lu Chen's neck. His expression changed drastically and he quickly reached out to hold his neck.

But blood sprayed out like a fountain. Lu Chen was completely panicked, and his eyes became hollow: "No, no... I have the ancient demon dragon bell, how could I die..."

boom!

Every time he said a word, the blood spurted out more violently, and before he finished speaking, his whole head flew out.

The headless body suddenly fell from the top of the Buddha statue.

Clang!

Lin Yunzhu held his sword and knelt on one knee. His face was slightly pale. Looking at Lu Chen's falling head, a look of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

Are you the only one who has the secret treasure of the Dragon Clan?

The Burial Flower is a sacred weapon of the stars, I'm too lazy to draw my sword against you!

The power of the Xing Yao Sacred Artifact was beyond Lin Yun's expectation, or in other words, the Burial Flower after being promoted to Xing Yao was astonishingly powerful.

It's just that the amount of blood and dragon essence consumed is a bit horrifyingly excessive.

Just for a moment, Lin Yun seemed to be distracted.

After swallowing a dead wood pill, Lin Yun sat cross-legged on top of the Buddha statue. After a few breaths, he reopened his eyes.

All the people from the Ten Thousand Beast Sect are dead, but others are still there. Don't adjust your breath for too long.

Lin Yun just used the Burial Flower Sword to kill Lu Chen with one blow, and he also intended to intimidate the others. Although these people are unhappy with the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, when it comes to the real treasure, their ruthlessness will not be much worse than that of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

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There is no good man in the world, and all you can rely on is the sword in your hand.

Wow!

When he opened his eyes, he saw several figures approaching across the sky. They had no murderous intent on their bodies and had friendly expressions on their faces. They approached Lin Yun cautiously.

But in fact, they all have their own thoughts. Just after the battle, all fools knew that Lin Yun was injured.

It's just a question of how serious the injury was.

The most important thing is that Lin Yun is a disciple of Yaoguang and has a good reputation. A slight offence may not cost him his life.

If Lin Yun is alive and well, just say you are concerned about his injury. If Lin Yun's condition is not good... then you have to make careful calculations about who will own the Golden Lotus.

When several people saw Lin Yun opening his eyes, they were also startled, and their eyes kept changing.

The leader immediately smiled and said: "Brother Lin, we have admired him for a long time. How is his injury? It's nothing serious."

Whoosh!

Lin Yun held the funeral flower in his right hand and struck out with his sword.

In mid-air, ten figures were cut in half in an instant. Lin Yun sheathed his sword and stood up, leaning on the funeral flower.

He stood on top of the Buddha's head, looking in all directions at the others who were about to make a move, and said in a cold voice: "Whoever dares to come even half a step closer to this place will be shot to death."

Do you think he is a fool?

If we really admired each other, we should have helped him when they had just fought, and then he would have killed everyone and then come out to hope for friendship?

thump!

The ten corpses falling in mid-air completely frightened other people with ulterior motives, and many people left unwillingly.

Lin Yun rose into the air, turned around, and landed on the open palms of the Buddha's chest from the top of the Buddha's head.

Looking up, nine rays of golden light shone, and the golden lotus slowly fell towards the palm of the hand.

"It's really slow."

Lin Yun put the sword aside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, waiting for the Golden Lotus to fall.
Chapter completed!