Chapter 697

The thunderous skulls burst out with hundreds of dazzling black lights, and the terrifying energy made people tremble with fear.

In an instant, not only the warriors of the four major families of Tianling City, including Qin, Jin, Chen, and Gu, were ashen-faced and cursed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The skeleton head skyrocketed in an instant, the ground shook, and the endless dust rose up like a mushroom cloud, followed by a black light that rushed into the sky, which was extremely terrifying.

Pfft!

More than a dozen people of the descendants of the family and the senior warriors were killed on the spot. Some people had run fast enough, but the basis was that they were bruised and battered by the shock.

Except for a very small number of people who were unharmed, almost all those who mocked Lin Yun before suffered, extremely miserable.

A heaven, a hell.

Not long ago, these people were still laughing at Lin Yun for helping them in the thunder, and they jumped out one by one to sneer and sneer, as if Lin Yun would have to be severely disabled if he didn't die.

But the next moment, the scene reversed in an instant, the slap in the face came too fast, and many people were in a state of daze.

hum! hum! hum!

The aftermath was turbulent, there was a huge amount of energy in the air that kept shaking, the sand dunes buried the bones, and the many warriors who were struggling in the black mist, all of them looked embarrassed, all holding back their breath and trying to resist the ripples .

As for the hordes of demon bone wolves, they were even more unbearable, and they all squatted on the ground, terrified by the bursting black light.

Lin Yun's face remained calm, but deep down he was shocked. It was very dangerous. If he couldn't touch it, he would be bombed. I am afraid that the Canglong battle body will not be able to withstand it. Even if it does not die, its combat power will be greatly reduced.

On the stone platform, the headless bones still sat cross-legged. After losing the head, the skin of the corpse instantly corroded, revealing the bones like black ink.

In his heart, the broken sword was more conspicuous, with rust stains, and it looked extremely dilapidated.

But it was an inconspicuous broken sword fragment. Many years ago, with one blow, this fierce and brutal Xingjun was beheaded.

Seeing that the bones before the sand dunes are all disciples of the Sword Sect, I am afraid that without exception, they all died in the hands of this person.

Xingjun, really is a fascinating existence.

Even after death, there are still various means, and if you are not careful, you will be annihilated with ashes.

Lin Yun's eyes swept away, and it was fixed at the Zifuju of the remains, where there was a quaint Wuguang Leiwan hovering. It was the goal of his trip, the Heavenly Star Bead that could be condensed only in the realm of the star king.

"excuse me."

He didn't like this person very much, so he said casually, and then stepped forward to take out the Heavenly Star Bead.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

For a time, countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, and their eyes were full of killing intent. This is the Celestial Bead, which is invaluable, but now it will be taken away by Lin Yun.

Many people are unwilling to kill, and the killing intent is violent.

But the tragic situation of the leaders of the aristocratic family in the past made people dare not act rashly. First, they were afraid of Lin Yun's strength. The second is that I am a little scared. Is there any other means for the remains of Xingjun, so I dare not act rashly.

Whoosh!

Without warning, this seemingly lifeless skeleton suddenly reached out like lightning. Five withered fingers, like dry tree roots, only held Lin Yun's means.

The speed of the dead bones was quite fast, and Lin Yun did not avoid it even though he was on guard.

Lin Yun was covered in purple mist, the power of the Canglong surged, and the terrifying Canglong pressure shocked him and wanted to break free.

He wanted to hold the opponent with his backhand and throw his entire remains out.

It can be found that the ancient remains sitting cross-legged, as if an old tree has taken root into the ground, what he wants to throw out is not a remains, but moving mountains!

"Damn!"

But he was surprised to find that he couldn't open it, the five skeleton fingers lingered around the black light and were completely wrapped around it.

"Giggle giggle, the humble southern region bastard, also wants to seize the Tianxingzhu left by the old man, prepare to die!"

There was a strange laughter in Lin Yun's mind. It was a ferocious obsession. It had not dissipated after three thousand years of death, and it contained monstrous resentment and strong killing intent.

"roll!"

The title of the scumbag in the Southern Region made Lin Yun furious, and he used his innate sword intent to crush the obsession that had invaded his mind.

"Hahaha, be angry, prepare to accept the coming of death!"

Before the obsession dissipated, he couldn't stop laughing.

click!

I saw a picture scroll suddenly unfolded behind the remains. It was not a spiritual picture, but purely by the power of the stars. It is the star power that can only be condensed by the strong in the star realm, and the shocking picture drawn by it has infinite power.

boom! Long! Long!

With the unfolding of the picture scroll, a terrifying aura leaked out, and that aura made the world chill. The black mist that pervaded the sand dunes ignited in an instant, soaring to a height of more than 30 feet. The electric light derived from the yin thunder flashed incessantly in it, and its power skyrocketed.

The many warriors and demonic wolves entangled in it were so frightened that they panicked and fled in a panic, daring to stay no longer.

"What is that, so scary!"

"It can't be the stars of the heavens, right? Legend has it that the powerhouses of the Xingyuan Realm can directly communicate with the power of the stars, use the stars as the pen and the martial spirit as the ink, swipe away the magic, and paint a shocking picture."

"This is too scary. After so many years of death, can you still sacrifice the stars?"

"This Xingjun's remains are too obsessed, but after all, it has been dead for so many years, and its power is probably less than 1% of the year."

"Even if it's one percent, it's not something that kid Lin Yun can compete with."

When many people saw this scene, their faces were horrified, and they really underestimated the horror of Xingjun's remains before. Even though he has been dead for many years, he still contains this great terror, which can be captured by non-poor people.

As for Lin Yun, many people looked rather complicated.

With the lessons learned from the leaders of the aristocratic family just now, no one dares to mock him at the moment, but he still doesn't think he can handle it.

Because the scene in front of you is too terrifying, the scroll is hundreds of feet long, the scene in the painting is vast and boundless, and countless stars are condensed into lines, which are constantly merging and sketching. Vaguely, you can see the outline of a ferocious beast, like Lei Peng, with the power of Yin thunder flashing from top to bottom.

Lin Yun was clasped his wrist, unable to move, his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

The aura of Lei Peng in the painting has a bit of martial spirit, but the stars are filled with light, shining brightly.

Lin Yun felt the breath of death. If Lei Peng, who was outlined by the starlight, completely appeared in this world, he was afraid that he would die.

He was a little regretful, and now thinking about the ancient Xingjun in the dry sea, it is really too kind. To make him take it lightly, too careless.

When a Xingjun, even a dead Xingjun, when he shows a hideous side, it is not what he can compete with now.

He couldn't let him fully unfold the picture, Lin Yun's eyes burst with light, and all the eleven dragon patterns on his body surged.

Boom!

His skin was like jade, crystal clear, the pores all over his body opened, and a mist of purple mist penetrated. His head is covered with blue silk, all of which are floating one by one at this moment, flickering with a faint electric light.

The purple mist is like a rosy glow, and Shenghui lingers.

With a loud roar, Lin Yun clasped the withered wrist with his backhand and pulled it forcefully.

boom!

A sky-shattering explosion shot straight into the sky, whipping up a gust of wind, and the ground trembled violently. The cracks that exploded, like a rampant dragon python, spread out wildly, stretching for thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

He was moving the mountain, and he had to lift the mountain abruptly by himself.

The terrifying scene, the people who watched it, were shocked and shocked.

The corpse was lifted up by Lin Yun under the watchful eyes of the public, one inch off the ground. But in the blink of an eye, the corpse fell, and the heavens and the earth shook. Lin Yun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Failed!"

"It's terrifying. At that moment, I really thought he could resolve the crisis."

"Lin Yun is finished."

This time everyone seemed to be much more cautious, and after a long time of shock, they smiled. Obviously, Lin Yun has nothing to do, the picture scroll will be fully unfolded, and Lei Peng, who seems to be born from the sky, will be completely born.

Can't you?

A dragon pattern contains the power of nine cauldrons, and the blow just now used the power of a hundred cauldrons. Even if it was a real mountain, it would have to be lifted by Lin Yun, but this Xingjun's remains remained motionless.

"Hmph, ignorant. If you were alive, the old man would stare at you and you would be blown away. You bastard from the southern region, you actually touched my remains. Obediently die, the old man tells you that Xingjun is not to be humiliated!"

That damn obsession appeared in Lin Yun's mind again, sneering.

Although the sword will not be crushed soon, the five words Xingjun can't be shamed are still accompanied by wild laughter in his mind, echoing endlessly.

Xingjun can not be humiliated?

The situation was extremely dangerous, Lin Yun was severely injured by the shock, and it was difficult to think of a countermeasure for a while. With a glance, it fell on the broken sword fragment in the heart of Xingjun's remains, Lin Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, this is not a complete Xingjun's remains.

He has flaws! Otherwise, he wouldn't have been lifted an inch by him just now. Seeing that Lei Peng was about to be born, Lin Yun's thoughts were like lightning, his eyes fixed on the broken sword fragment. He remembered the scene in the Yanlong Mountain, when the Purple Electric Demon Dragon Eagle was about to kill, the master of the soul that day, please use the shocking sword intent that has not been scattered for thousands of years on Luolongpo, to shock the demon away.

Dragon Vulture.

"Southern Region, Great Qin Empire, Jiange Lin Yun, seniors please help!"

Between the light and the flint, Lin Yun's eyes were as sharp as electricity, bet!

He gave up the Canglong armor to take a hard blow, his left thumb pressed against his index finger, the sword intent was lingering, and a blood of life essence popped out on the broken sword fragment.

"What is this guy doing?"

"Death is imminent, I don't think about how to protect my body, what is the ghost screaming..."

"Idiot, I don't know how many years have passed since the fall of the Sword Sect, how can anyone cover him!"

"A ruined sect, no matter how glorious it was, it has long lost its glory, and it is just a pile of wasteland."

"I think this kid is crazy. Like a fool, he fantasizes about a group of dead ghosts to protect himself."

For a time, everyone was puzzled and seemed quite confused. More ridicule and sneer, and a hint of schadenfreude, a look of joy. Anyway, it's none of their business. I'm happy to see Lin Yun so embarrassed. After he dies, he will fight for the star bead.

You sword slave, don't roar, die in peace!

Many people have hot eyes and grim expressions, looking forward to Lin Yun's death.

Snapped!

But at this moment, a miracle happened!

At the moment when the blood of Lin Yun's innate sword intent fell on the broken sword, the rust of the broken sword peeled off one after another. There is the supreme sword intent, surging up from the broken sword fragments, looking in all directions, and reigning in the world.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient voice that spanned time and space sounded in this vast world. "Eight thousand years of fame and dust, and ninety thousand miles of light. The bright moon lasts forever, and the sword sect is immortal!"