"Young Master!"

Everyone in the Ming Dynasty was shocked. Saint Lord Sainty looked back and his legs and feet were trembling with fear.

How is this possible?

Too fast!

Everything happened so fast, almost the moment Lin Yun finished speaking, the funeral flower flew out.

When he looked back, Huang Jingyu was too dead to die.

Without giving them time to be shocked, the funeral flowers bloomed in all directions, and the terrifying power exploded directly.

Bang!

Seeing blood and flesh flying everywhere, Huang Jingyu was shattered into hundreds of pieces of flesh and blood. He was now completely dead and his bones no longer existed.

Liu Yunlan reacted very quickly, but he only had time to close his eyes as his face was stained with blood.

Holy Lord Ziying and Holy Lord Karasuma reacted the fastest, sacrificing the Supreme Sacred Artifact almost instantly.

But Lin Yun had already expected it. The moment the Supreme Holy Artifact appeared, he pressed his thumbs on his middle fingers, opened the bow left and right, and then pushed it out fiercely.

Whoosh!

With a flick of his finger, the overwhelming sword energy was pushed out together.

The sword energy is not fatal, but the victory is because there are too many, and the two saints Ziying and Karasuma can only protect themselves for the time being.

Whoosh!

After all the sword light was shattered, Lin Yun rose into the air, and the funeral flower flew past like lightning.

Like a stream of light flying away, Lin Yun's body fell slightly and happened to step on the Flower Burial Sword.

Others were stepping on funeral flowers in the air, standing with their hands behind their hands, looking down at everyone.

Whoops!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and under such indifferent gaze, the funeral flower carried him away like lightning.

"Chase!"

"Why don't you take action?"

Saint Lord Sainty woke up from his grief and shouted angrily at Ziying and Karasuma.

Karasuma's face turned red, he was really aggrieved and embarrassed to speak.

Lin Yun came here prepared and had no plans left, but by the time he realized what he was doing, he was already gone.

The most important thing is that when he was walking with his sword, he was facing them directly. His gaze and sharpness were really terrifying.

Ziying sighed, grabbed Saint Lord Sainty and said, "Stop chasing him. If he goes to Falling God Valley again, do you still have the courage to jump down?"

The angry Holy Lord Sainty felt as if he had been doused by a basin of cold water, and he was stunned on the spot.

Yes!

Will he still dare to jump into the Valley of Fallen Gods again?

The answer is definitely no.

He jumped over once, and even the Supreme Sacred Artifact couldn't stop him. If Ziying hadn't taken action, he would have died inside.

thump!

Holy Lord Sainty knelt down and cried bitterly, and cried out sadly: "My great reputation has been ruined by a young boy. Now that the young master has fallen, how can I explain to the Holy Master?!"

He was so angry and helpless that he finally collapsed.

Whoosh!

Liu Yunlan stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on his face, and then opened his tightly closed eyes, his face was dull.

Staring at the empty ground, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Huang Jingyu was full of plans, thinking about how to keep a low profile, how to be patient, and wait until he got out of the Burial Mountains to settle the score with Lin Yun.

But he never expected that Lin Yun had no intention of letting him go.

If you don't encounter them, that's fine. If you encounter them, they'll be waiting to intercept and kill you.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

After a while, I remembered what Huang Jingyu said when he saw Lin Yun was about to be suppressed by Tianlun Tower.

He shook his hand and said, "It's a good death."
Chapter completed!