Chapter 737

Boom!

The earth-shattering roar of the beast in the distance brought Lin Yun's thoughts back to reality, no matter whether the top monsters on the Dragon Cloud Ranking would come or not, or what opportunities there would be.

The most important thing right now is to deliver the tens of thousands of villagers to the nearby city safely.

He didn't have the big heart to help the world, and within the limits of his ability, the funeral flowers in Lin Yun's hands would not hesitate to unsheath.

"Luo Han, hurry up and take these villagers to Ink City, we will break up with Young Master Lin."

An old man frowned slightly, looking at Luo Han and instructing.

"I understand."

Luo Han nodded heavily, and then said loudly: "Everyone, follow me quickly, don't rest."

Roar!

It didn't take long for the first batch of monsters to kill like a tide, and a few people quickly shot.

"Light of the Bright Moon!"

Lin Yun drew his sword out of its sheath, and swung eighteen sword lights in one breath, and countless moonlight criss-crossed the sky. Formed into a purple sword net, those monsters that can fly, die at a touch, and shatter into countless fragments.

The few people next to him were shocked. If it wasn't for Lin Yun, they would definitely not be able to leave all those flying monsters behind with their abilities.

But the monsters on the ground also took this opportunity to sweep over, and everyone made their own shots.

The true essence was agitated, blood splashed, and the tragic roar was endless.

This boring fight lasted for a long time, but the number of monsters was too large, and they were all crazy.

There were more than 30 warriors left behind, and after two hours, some people gradually started to get injured.

Injury is a very troublesome thing. In the face of such a beast tide, if you are injured and fight hard, the flaws will gradually increase, and it is very likely that you will lose your life directly.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun's figure flashed, and he transformed into nine afterimages, each with a sword. Every sword is filled with an extremely cold chill, and where the tip of the sword points, the endless frost and cold spread out fiercely.

He pushed the Seven Profound Steps to the limit, and sacrificed thousands of miles of frost, and immediately a large swath of monsters in nine directions were frozen in an instant.

"die!"

Lin Yun's face was stern, his wrist shook violently, and the sound of ice shattering continued to sound, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of monsters died under his sword.

"The injured go first, and we will retreat after the battle."

Lin Yun glanced at the injured people lightly. He didn't have much reservations at the moment, he just didn't want them to die here.

However, there is an endless stream of monsters, and his sword edge is afraid that he can't kill it, so he can only retreat while fighting.

A few loose cultivators thought of their own efforts to block the idea of ​​​​monster beasts, and some overestimated themselves.

"Thank you, Young Master Lin."

The injured people had long wanted to retreat, but they couldn't hang on their faces, and when they heard Lin Yun's words, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"The people who stay, and I take the initiative to kill a wave!"

Lin Yun glanced at the surging demon clouds in the distance. The herd of beasts was gathering. He wanted to strike first and leave time for his own group to leave calmly.

"Hey, okay!"

"Every time the beast tide is born, there will be many overlord monsters with mutated bloodlines. The value of the mutant monsters is amazing. I can't get such an opportunity, but following Mr. Lin will not be low."

"Walk!"

The rest of the dozen or so people seemed quite excited, and there was a strong killing intent in their eyes.

The beast tide is undoubtedly a disaster for ordinary people, but it is not only a way for martial artists to hone their cultivation, but the demon pills they have gained are also a huge gain.

On weekdays, it is almost impossible to hunt and kill monsters on such a large scale.

After all, monsters also have intelligence, and if they can't beat them, they will always run away, but under this tide of beasts, they are all immortal like crazy.

If you are lucky enough to be able to survive the Overlord-level Demon Pill, or even the King-level Demon Pill, that would be an extremely amazing opportunity.

These people were originally loose cultivators, so it is not surprising to have this idea.

He doesn't even look down on the demon pills below half a step in the sky, and he is too lazy to take care of these people.

Whoosh!

In the flash of golden light, Lin Yun took the initiative to appear among the assembled beasts, and the majestic sword momentum of his holding the burial sword continued to permeate his body.

Broken clouds!

His figure flickered, and with his majestic True Essence, between this thought, he waved a broken cloud in eight different directions.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a storm condensed by the boundless sword intent, roaring and roaring out, passing by, and even pulling out several thunder and lightning in the sky.

The monsters that were drawn in immediately circled uncontrollably, and the defenses were slightly weak and immediately smashed into pieces.

When the storm stopped, except for a few monsters whose bodies were extremely terrifying, they could still have a complete body.

Such a terrifying killing move was completely unimaginable in the past, but Lin Yun's current realm is more than enough.

Not to mention Jiudaotian Broken Cloud, if he didn't let out a sigh of relief and didn't care about the consumption of his true essence, he could easily do it by doubling it.

Whoosh!

The remaining monsters were killed by other scattered cultivators together, but the monsters they killed together were less than one-tenth of Lin Yun's.

"Walk."

After a short rest, before the loose cultivators had finished taking the demon pills, Lin Yun put his sword back into its sheath and hurried in the direction of Ink City.

They can only defend one direction. Luo Han and others will definitely be harassed by monsters on the way. Although they will be stressed and hurt a lot, Lin Yun is still a little worried.

But what worries Lin Yun even more is that even if he arrives at Ink City, he may not be able to hold on for too long.

An old man said before that this might be a once-in-a-thousand-year beast tide, and Lin Yun felt that it was very likely.

They rushed all the way and saw many bodies along the way.

Even the warriors are used to seeing life and death, and they are still shocking, and even the faces of those loose cultivators are not very good-looking.

Fortunately, before the night came, the group caught up with the large army escorted by Luo Han and others.

Tens of thousands of villagers died, close to 1,000. The number is cruel, but it is extremely difficult to save most of the villagers.

"Young Master Lin, we were also harassed by monsters on the way, and a lot of people died." Luo Han said with a low expression, many people died in front of him, which caused a great impact on him.

Lin Yun nodded and said nothing.

I just vaguely feel that the situation in Ink City may not be so optimistic.

"The Ink City is here, everyone hurry into the city."

Not long after, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a large-scale city appeared in front of everyone.

boom!

The city gate opened wide, and a group of people came out. The leader noticed the breath of Lin Yun and the others from a distance, and smiled happily: "A few more masters from the Purple Palace Realm have come, not bad, this time should be able to barely manage. Guard tonight."

Under the huge city gate, the crowd swarmed like a tide. For ordinary people who had been fleeing for a whole day, they really needed a rest.

Even many warriors seem quite tired.

Lin Yun heard the voice of the person who spoke with some familiarity, and was a little suspicious in his heart. When the person approached, his eyes lit up.

It's him.

"Lin Yun!"

The man at the head was sturdy and sturdy like a savage beast, and he was huge. It was Fengye, the beast son of the Daqin Empire.

Seeing Lin Yun's surprise, he ran over quickly, raised his hand and slapped Lin Yun on the shoulder, "Hahaha, I didn't expect to see you here."

rock!

A terrifying force spread out, and the expressions of the few scattered cultivators next to him changed slightly. Is this going to kill Lin Yun?

Lin Yun glanced at Feng Ye, and then looked at the people around him. They didn't look like locals. He pondered: "Why are you guarding the city, where are the local families in the city?"

"Hey, don't mention this group of people. As soon as the beast tide appeared, they all ran away. Now, most of the warriors in the city are out-of-town warriors who have experienced nearby. Come in, the city gate must be closed quickly."

After Feng Ye greeted him, he hurried in to drink the others.

The two chatted while walking, and the situation couldn't be reminiscent of the past, and the speed of speech was very fast. It turned out that Feng Ye, like Lin Yun, left Da Qin after the Dragon Gate Competition and traveled to the ancient South China region.

However, unlike Lin Yun alone, he is accompanied by Zuo Yun.

Not long after the two left Daqin, they went directly to Leizhou. After all, this place has the most adventures, and it is also the place where the most talented people gather.

After several trainings, both of them have encountered a lot. They planned to return to Daqin recently, but they did not expect to encounter the beast tide.

Zuo Yun is also there?

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, but he was very impressed by this man, and he didn't know how advanced his swordsmanship was.

Others dare not say it, Lin Yun knows that Zuo Yun is definitely not simple, and once he leaves Daqin, he will definitely grow quite fast.

"The masters of Zifu come with me."

Feng Ye led the crowd and walked directly to the City Lord's Mansion, where people went to the empty building and was already occupied by Feng Ye and others.

Ink City is inconspicuous within the territory of Leizhou. It is just a small city. Except for the City Lord's Mansion, there is no spiritual pattern formation. It is difficult to withstand the constant impact of the monster tide.

The aristocratic family in the city knew very well, so they packed up and ran straight to Mujian City.

It was one of the seven main cities in Leizhou. It was placed in Nanhua Ancient Region, and it was not much weaker than the state cities in other places.

In the city lord's mansion, there are hundreds of masters of the purple mansion, and there are even many strong men in the yin and yang realm.

After Lin Yun entered the mansion, he immediately found Zuo Yun, and the other party nodded slightly at him without saying much.

There is a sect master who is half a step in the sky right now, and the city defense matters follow his orders, and Lin Yun's cultivation base is not conspicuous when he arrives here.

"Everyone has arrived, then I will directly say that if you can keep it tonight, you can wait for the Heavenly Soul Powerhouse to come to help. If you can't keep it, you can only run away. This is a once-in-a-thousand-year beast tide, except for Mu Jian. Nowhere in the city is safe."

The half-step Heavenly Soul powerhouse sitting in the middle, dressed in gray, glanced at the masters of the Zifu from all sides, and said solemnly.

If it is normal, so many loose cultivators and sect disciples are mixed together, there will be some intrigue, but now they seem to be quite united.

At this moment, the warriors who can still stay in Ink City are somewhat benevolent.

In this city lord's mansion, after resting for less than half an hour, the group led the old man in gray to the city head.

At this moment, the last rays of the sunset have completely dissipated, and under the shroud of night, the atmosphere of the entire Ink City is particularly cold.

This night is destined to be quite long for many people.

Lin Yun stood at the head of the city, looking at the dark city head in the distance, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

He had heard about the beast tide for a long time, but he was still shocked when he actually came into contact with it. The end of this world is the essence of the strong eating the weak. Those ordinary people in the city can only barely survive by the mercy of the strong.

But if this city really can't be defended, no matter the old man in gray, or Feng Ye and others, he must save his own life first.

Even with a heart of compassion, it is difficult to take care of others.

There are only a few people in this world who are willing to give their lives for strangers, or close to zero.

Lin Yun suddenly understood why he wanted to become stronger, why his heart of Xiangjian was fearless even in life and death.

Because he really doesn't want to suffer one day, and can only live by relying on the mercy of others.

At this moment, Lin Yun's understanding of kendo has improved a lot invisibly. It's like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, the thick fog dissipates, and you can see the real me. It turns out that I have always been such a person.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Suddenly, endless beast roars sounded one after another in the night. A pair of eyes that were darker than the night, exuding a cold cold light, stared coldly at Ink City.

Everyone's expressions are tense, and anyone who is under such gazes will inevitably feel hair in the bottom of their hearts.

"It's here." The gray-clothed old man who was half a step into the sky responded with a gleam of light in his eyes.