Chapter 688

When the last wave of energy storm swept over the square, at a glance, it can be said that corpses are everywhere on the square at this time.

Not long ago, the dozens of strong fighting emperors who were present fell here at this moment. Everyone's death was extremely miserable, and everyone's face was filled with endless panic.

Under the fire lotus, almost none of the people present can escape from it. Even if they are strong against the emperor, they are also difficult to resist.

The square full of dead bodies was silent, and the thick smell of blood shrouded the whole square. Although the fire lotus had dispersed, its remaining power remained for a long time.

The square was filled with gunsmoke and blood mist. Only the statue in the middle of the square still stood.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a dull explosion sound in a pile of corpses. Then, several corpses were blown out and exploded in mid air, turning into a blood mist.

"Cough..."

In the pile of corpses, a figure slowly stood up. His body was a little embarrassed. His snow-white clothes were dyed red by blood, and the breath in the human body was extremely weak. However, he was undoubtedly much better than these dead people.

This person is Zhuo Lin.

Finally, at the critical moment when the energy storm swept through, he reluctantly resisted the energy storm with the help of sun Shuo's body. Sun Shuo, who was seriously injured, naturally had no way to live under the storm. As for Zhuo Lin, although he survived, he was also seriously injured.

Looking at the tragedy on the square with fear, Zhuo Lin was haunted with deep fear. He had never seen such a terrible scene, let alone such a terrible fighting skill.

He is really hard to imagine. Is Xiao Yan really just a semi imperialist?

One and a half emperors can burst out such a powerful force. Even the real strong fighting emperors are killed and injured by his move. It's hard to imagine how weak the so-called strong fighting emperors will be in his eyes if Xiao Yan steps into the ranks of strong fighting emperors in the future?

He took a deep breath until a long time later, Zhuo Lin slowly recovered from the shock and forcibly controlled his mood. Zhuo Lin raised his eyes trembling and looked around the square in front of him. A pair of godless eyes searched carefully on the square, hoping to find Xiao Yan's body.

However, when his eyes carefully swept over the square, at last, the look in Zhuo Lin's eyes could not help but coagulate slightly, the dry white lips trembled and opened, and an unbelievable expression could not help but appear on a white face.

"He... He..."

Zhuo Lin had a hoarse voice. Although he wanted to say something, he finally fell to the ground with a frightened plop. His fear was even worse at the moment.

Just now, he carefully swept every corpse present. However, in the end, he never saw a corpse consistent with Xiao Yan. He believes he has never missed it. Xiao Yan's corpse is indeed missing

At this moment, Zhuo Lin can only hope to the greatest extent in his heart. Xiao Yan was completely reduced to ashes in the storm, so that he didn't even leave his body.

Of course, these are the best fantasies in Zhuo Lin's heart. In the face of such a terrible enemy, he doesn't want the other party to have any possibility of survival, because once so, it means that in the future, he may see Xiao Yan again and the devil in his heart again!

In Zhuo Lin's mind, Xiao Yan is still the first person in history to think of as the devil. Even several other geniuses who are the same as the four major schools can't pose such a threat to him.

Xiao Yan's growth potential has been terrible to an extreme extent. Only when he really destroys such an enemy can he have peace of mind. Otherwise, if Xiao Yan doesn't die for a day, he will become an eternal obstacle in Zhuo Lin's heart in the future, and even cause his cultivation to stagnate, so he will become an ordinary fighting emperor. This kind of thing, He can't accept it.

But at this time, Zhuo Lin also found that not only Xiao Yan's body but also the narwhal snake wrapped in the energy cuticle disappeared in the square at the moment!

The appearance of this scene, however, further confirms the idea that Xiao Yan is still alive in Zhuo Lin's heart!

"No... no... no! It's impossible! How could he survive? It's not true, it's definitely not true! Xiao Yan! Where are you? You have the ability to come out! Hiding your head and showing your tail is a hero! Get out of here!"

Suddenly, Zhuo Lin's pale face, trembling all over, quickly turned red. In his godless eyes, he was immediately filled with blood. With a fierce wave of his big hand, Jinyun sword appeared in the palm of his hand and strongly supported his seriously injured body. It seemed that he wanted to fight with Xiao Yan, who didn't know life and death.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly, somewhere on the square, with a violent cough, Zhuo Lin's eyes suddenly looked away.

"Xiao Yan?!"

The voice in his mouth was extremely hoarse and roared. Zhuo linqiang supported his body, stepped on a corpse in front of him, and ran away in the direction of the cough.

At the same time, in the pile of corpses in that direction, a figure covered with blood also climbed out of the pile of corpses. Looking at its appearance, it was Huo Ba, the leader of the Huo family on this ruins trip.

Although Huo Ba temporarily lost his fighting power in the previous battle, which made him unable to mobilize the fighting spirit in his body, at the critical moment, with some of his own means, he also struggled to carry the waves of energy storms. Nevertheless, Huo BA was extremely weak at this time. At this time, he even struggled to climb his body, Let alone get up and mobilize the fighting spirit in the body.

However, when he had just climbed out of the corpse, turned over hard, and breathed the bloody air in his mouth, he heard only a hoarse roar coming from afar, followed by heavy footsteps. When he returned to his mind, Zhuo Lin did come to him, raised his sword and didn't wait for Huo Ba to return to his mind, The three-star fighting emperor has been separated from the head.

After killing Huo Ba, Zhuo Lin's crazy body suddenly softened and fell heavily to the ground. On his side, Jin Yun sword also fell at will without control. Unfortunately, the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhuo Lin's throat.

"Bang!"

At a certain moment, on the square where I thought there were no living people on the field, another figure struggled to get up, and a pair of dark old eyes full of fear looked at Zhuo Lin's position at the moment.

Struggling with the pain in his body, the old man forcibly mobilized the few remaining strands of fighting spirit in the cyclone. The soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and his figure flickered for several times. Finally, he came to Zhuo Lin.

The weak Zhuo Lin hardly opened his eyes, revealing only a thin gap between his eyes. In the blur, he also saw that this man was the leader of his Zhuo family, Zhuo Bentang.

Huo Ba didn't die, and Zhuo Bentang wouldn't die so easily.

In front of Zhuo Lin, Zhuo Bentang looked at the latter with a dignified face and full of worry.

Zhuo Lin is the most powerful genius in his Zhuo family's cultivation talent. He doesn't want the latter to make any mistakes. Otherwise, let alone his father and the patriarch of the Zhuo family, he can't pass. Therefore, he doesn't dare to neglect Zhuo Lin who is seriously injured in front of him.

"Young Lord, don't worry, my subordinates will never let anything happen to you!"

After whispering, Zhuo Bentang frowned and took back his eyes. Then he quickly took out a jade bottle from the ring and quickly opened it. A round pill rolled out of it. Suddenly, the strong smell of medicine spread rapidly in the void of Shenzhou, even the thick blood smell in the space, They were washed a lot at this moment.

This pill is a third-order pill. It was specially prepared by Zhuo Bentang for this relic trip. The purpose is just in case.

I thought this trip to the ruins would be foolproof, but what he didn't expect was that he actually used this pill in the end. When Zhuo Ben Tang thought about this, he couldn't help thinking of Xiao Yan's last destructive fire lotus.

The power of that thing is really terrible. Even now, when Zhuo Bentang looks back, there is endless fear in his heart!

It's really hard to imagine that such a powerful force will be released by a strong half emperor. It's really terrible. He can't even imagine that if Xiao Yan's strength is a little stronger, it will reach the level of eight star and half emperor, or even nine star and half emperor, and then show the fire lotus. In this way, how terrible will the power of fire lotus be?!

I'm afraid even those three stars fighting against the emperor will not have any possibility of survival!

After feeding the pill into Zhuo Lin's mouth, Zhuo Bentang took back his mind. A pair of old eyes moved slowly, but finally fell on the golden cloud sword at his feet.

"Alas..."

With a deep sigh, Zhuo Bentang grabbed the handle of Jinyun sword, and a pair of dark old eyes looked at the Jinyun sword in front of him carefully.

At the same time, Zhuo Lin in front of him, in the latter's body at the moment, the pill just swallowed also diffused a warm medicine, quickly repairing the injury in Zhuo Lin's body.

When Zhuo Bentang focused on the golden cloud sword in his hand, he never saw it. At the moment, Zhuo Lin was narrowing his eyes and staring at Zhuo Bentang in front of him. In the depths of his eyes, there was a dark killing intention passing quietly.

A few minutes later, Zhuo Bentang put down the golden cloud sword in his hand. His body moved and sat beside Zhuo Lin, who was lying flat at the moment. After taking a pill, he also began to meditate and recover from the injury in his body.

At the same time, in the place where neither of them noticed, on the square, the statue standing in the center of the square stood quietly among the palms held up at the moment. However, judging from his face at the moment, he seemed to be no better than Zhuo Bentang.

A pair of dark eyes stared at Zhuo Lin and Zhuo Bentang who survived on the square at the moment, but a dignified color could not help passing on their pale face.

Unexpectedly, there is no one in the Zhuo family. In this way, he can't take risks and rush to fight. If he faces Zhuo Bentang alone, it's all right. Since there is one more Zhuo Lin, he has to be careful in everything.

A two-star fighter is strong enough to reverse the changes of the whole war situation at a critical time. Even now Zhuo Lin is not lightly injured, but he is not just like this.

With this in mind, Bai Ying frowned and looked at the two people on the field. Then he took back his eyes, immediately sat down, operated the internal skills and began to recover his internal injuries.

Bai Ying didn't take any pills with him when he entered the ruins. Those things had been handed over to Bai Zhan long before he entered the ruins.

This time, his father and son went into the ruins one by one. Bai Ying, as a strong three-star fighting emperor, naturally had no doubt about his strength. He didn't think anyone could really hurt him during this trip to the ruins. Of course, the current situation made him lose his count.

As for Bai Zhan, their father and son have already agreed that Bai Zhan will not enter the depths of the ruins. In order to get some treasures in the ancient forest, Bai Zhan is bound to take a lot of risks. For the sake of insurance, Bai Ying handed over all the pills to Bai Zhan, so that Bai Ying has no pills to take at the moment.

"Hiss!"

However, at a certain moment, Bai Ying in the process of meditation suddenly heard a long sword piercing the body, but when he hurried to look in the direction of the sound, he saw a scene that surprised her.

At this moment, Zhuo Lin was lying on the ground, but he didn't know when he stood in front of Zhuo Bentang. At this moment, Zhuo Lin was holding the golden cloud sword in his hand and pierced Zhuo Bentang's chest with it!

Bai Ying was stunned by the appearance of this scene. He never thought that Zhuo Lin, as a fellow, would kill Zhuo Bentang. You know, Zhuo Bentang saved his life just now. Unexpectedly, it was only a short time before he was killed by the latter with a sword. Zhuo Bentang can be called a pity, let alone Bai Ying, I'm afraid even he didn't think that the person he wholeheartedly wanted to protect would eventually become the one who killed him.

"For... Why?"

Before he died, Zhuo Bentang's white face showed an unbelievable expression. A pair of dark old eyes stared at Zhuo Lin in front of him, and his tone was full of grief and despair.

"I never need a reason to kill."

The tone was indifferent. Zhuo Lin withdrew his eyes coldly. At the same time, the golden cloud sword in his hand was also pulled back fiercely. Suddenly, after a burst of uncontrollable convulsions, Zhuo Bentang's body softened and fell to the ground. At the same time, the color of life in his eyes dissipated rapidly.

So far, the only two three-star fighting emperors left in the field are also reduced by one again.

On the statue, Bai Ying saw this scene and couldn't help sneering in his heart. He wanted to show up and fight, but then his body was in place again.

Zhuo Lin's indifference is totally beyond his imagination. Although his strength is only two-star fighting emperor at the moment, Bai Ying doesn't dare to rush out with that mind.

Zhuo Lin can lay such a heavy hand on his own family, not to mention the threat to him, an outsider. Under the pressure of momentum, Zhuo Lin will only burst out more terrible forces, which is not what he wants to see. For the sake of insurance, everything must be considered in the long run, not only for himself, but also for the family behind him.

While all this happened in the ruins, on the other side, outside a cold snow mountain, at this moment, several figures are slowly standing. Even the narwhal snake that disappeared on the square also appeared here.

The cold wind is bleak between heaven and earth, snowflakes are flying, and the thick snow under your feet is like mud. Each foot will make a deep pit appear in the snow. At this time, Xiao Yan stands here, and the three eagles stand here beside Xiao Yan.

In front of these four people, above the cold wind blowing void, a glacier beauty is standing steadily with a pretty face and indifference. A pair of long and narrow beautiful eyes stare at Xiao Yan in front of him. The meaning of ice cold in his eyes is very strong. Even the cold wind between heaven and earth is incomparable.

Standing on the snow, the cold air between heaven and earth seemed to suppress the insurgency energy in Xiao Yan's body, so that Xiao Yan's face was a little better at the moment. However, when he looked at the peerless beauty in front of him, he couldn't help being surprised in his black eyes.

Xiao Yan could not imagine that it was this man who helped him at the critical moment and left the ruins with Xiao Yan.

Of course, the people with such thoughts in their hearts are naturally not only Xiao Yan, but also the three Tianying people not far away from him. They are also surprised to look at the beauty in front of them. In the face of the latter, they dare not show the slightest profanity in their eyes, but are abnormally careless and respectful as in the past.

It's a woman who can be treated respectfully by the three King beasts in the Xilin mountains. Naturally, there's no need to say more about her identity. This woman is the overlord of the Xilin mountains, the real king of the Xilin mountains, and a super strong person whose strength has reached the source territory:

Cold frost!

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