Chapter 1252

It's a pity that Lin Yi's soul power is already very powerful, and combined with the upper-level soul fairy weapon, those immortals at the Xuanxian level can't resist it no matter what.

Even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't escape at all. The speed of the Thunder's Four Swords was too fast!

"Lin Yi, be careful with Guangtong's use of space stones!" Ning Shui reminded.

"I know!" Lin Yi had already made preparations. As long as Guangtong took out the space stone, he would immediately strike and seal it. Even if it was only for a moment, Guangtong would definitely have no time to escape.

"Haha..." Guangtong laughed loudly, "You two guys, you have underestimated my hell, to tell you the truth, I have already found out the location of the Holy Land of the Desolate Race, and the Punisher will come Desolate Star, when the time comes, you will all die!"

Guangtong said viciously, with a murderous look on his face.

However, Guangtong knew that he could not get entangled with Lin Yi and Lin Yi right now, so he immediately swung countless sword qi, turned into a formation like a big millstone, and blasted towards Lin Yi and Ning Shui at the same time.

Ning Shui and Lin Yi dodged backwards at the same time, dodging the knife attack.

As for Guangtong, taking the opportunity to break the seal, he disappeared in place in a flash.

Guangtong's speed was extremely fast, turning into a black streamer, flying hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, Guangtong gave up all his men and ran for his life.

Poor those Xuanxians in hell, they didn't even have a chance to call for help, but they were beheaded one by one by Lin Yi's Four Swords of Thunder.

"Damn it!" Ning Shui's face flushed red with anger, and she let out her anger, and with a slash of the sword, she killed the last few immortals from hell.

"Go back first!" After killing these people, Lin Yi and Ning Shui hurried back to the Holy Land and gathered all the Desolate Races, totaling tens of thousands.

"Who is the punisher?" Lin Yi asked, looking at Ning Shui's face, he was obviously very afraid.

Ning Shui sighed, "The Punisher's strength has reached the realm of immortal saints, and he is the second only to Shura in hell!"

Shura, according to legend, the most powerful person in this star field, founded Hell single-handedly, annexed countless planets and powers, and made Hell become the overlord of one party.

And Shura is the overlord among the overlords.

The punisher should be Shura's most capable subordinate, managing everything in hell and completely obeying Shura's orders.

"In hell, there are twelve punishers, all of whom are in the realm of immortal saints!" Ning Shui said with a pale face, "tens of thousands of years ago, our Desolate race was very powerful. Compared with hell, we are not weak. But it was because of the existence of these punishers that the Desolate race retreated steadily and were eventually wiped out!"

Ningshui's gaze was a little dim, and the others were very sad when they heard these things. After all, it was a catastrophe for the entire Desolate Race. After her defeat, she will be sealed in the space prison of hell, and her power will be continuously drawn..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in Ningshui's eyes.

As for Ning Shan, her fists were clenched tightly, her eyes were red, "Those punishers killed my mother!"

"The strength of the Immortal Saint!" Lin Yi frowned, feeling a little bad.

Immortal Saint, naturally surpasses the existence of Immortal Lord. In the star field, he is already considered a very powerful strongman. With Lin Yi's current strength, he can barely deal with Immortal Lord, but if he encounters the level of Immortal Saint, he will definitely die .

"If the Punisher really comes, our Desolate Race might be in danger!" An elder Xuan Xian said among the Desolate Clan, "We have seen the terrifying strength of the Punisher tens of thousands of years ago!"

"Indeed, our Desolate Clan has already declined, and the patriarch has just broken through to the realm of the Immortal Monarch. If we meet the Punisher, we have no chance of winning!"

"However, now that our whereabouts have been exposed, Hell will soon come to the Holy Land to surround us!"

"I can only fight them!" Ning Shan gritted his teeth.

Ning Shui shook her head, "If we fight head-on with them, we will die. As the last hope of the Desolate Race, we must not act on our will!"

"Sister, what should we do then?" Ning Shan asked anxiously.

Ning Shui looked at Lin Yi, "Lin Yi, what do you think?"

Lin Yi looked indifferent, and didn't seem to have too much worry, "One word, run away!"

"Escape?" Everyone was taken aback.

Ning Shui smiled faintly, "I think the same as Lin Yi, the power of hell is too strong, the most important thing is to preserve the last trace of the blood of the Desolate race!"

Ning Shan bit her lip, "Sister, Brother Lin Yi, you guys decide!"

Ning Shui nodded, "It's not too late, everyone get ready, we'll leave Desolate Star in an hour's time!"

"Where are you going?"

"Leaving Desolate Star, where else can we go?"

"Yeah, there don't seem to be any living stars nearby!"

Ning Shui smiled wryly, "No matter where you go, it's safer than staying on the deserted star, everyone, go prepare!"

"Yes, Patriarch!" Although everyone still had doubts, they still obeyed, and immediately obeyed Ning Shui's order, and packed up all of them, preparing to leave the deserted star.

"Ning Shan, come with me, I want to bring that thing!" Ning Shui whispered.

Ning Shan was taken aback, "Sister, does that thing still exist?"

"Of course!" Ning Shui pursed her lips and smiled, "It's a sacred object of our Desolate Race, how could it not exist, come with me!"

After talking to Lin Yi, Ningshui and Ningshan flew up at the same time and entered the forbidden area.

It seems that the forbidden land of the Huang clan is not only the cultivation place of the patriarch, but also hides other things.

Although Lin Yi was curious, he didn't follow him, and he didn't ask too many questions. After all, this was a family matter.

An hour later, all the profound immortals in the Huangzu rushed out and gathered in the sky above the Holy Land.

Ning Shui and Ning Shan also flew out from the forbidden area, but looking at Ning Shui's face, he was a little weak.

"Let's go!" Ning Shui said, and then took the lead to fly out of the Holy Land.

Everyone else followed Ningshui and Ningshan to leave the Holy Land.

The sky above the barren star was covered with dark clouds, as if a rainstorm was about to fall.

After leaving the holy land, there is a lush mountain range.

However, because of the previous battle, most of these mountains were destroyed, leaving a mess.

Everyone just glanced at it, then continued to fly upwards, and soon reached high altitude, ready to leave the deserted star.

At this time, black shadows flew from a distance, densely packed, forming black clouds.

"Crack..." A flash of lightning flashed in midair, shining between the sky and the earth.

"Patriarch, the people from hell are coming!"

"We seem to be ambushed by hell!"

All the Xuanxians of the Desolate Race panicked.