"Lin Fan, there is a kind of battle!" Qinglin roared.

At this minute, he was too aggrieved, and he felt an all-round suppression from Lin Fan, whether it was talent, combat power, or IQ!

He seems to have been crushed to death by Lin Fan, as if he has not received any benefits from Lin Fan since he made a feud with Lin Fan until now.

It seems that Lin Fan can anticipate the enemy's opportunities everywhere, and even Yiyuanzi's far-reaching plans have been spied on by him.

Yourself, really that kind of waste?

I don't know how many times I have self-doubted since I suffered my first defeat with Lin Fan.

Qinglin had to admit that Lin Fan had indeed become his nightmare.

How ridiculous?

Even if he betrayed his soul, he was still crushed to death by Lin Fan.

Qinglin's eyes were scarlet, and in the deepest scarlet, there was a trace of black demonic energy.

The heavenly crying vision still did not stop, the mortals below knelt on the ground, the cultivators were too far away from them, they didn't understand some things, they only knew to pray to God, they could only pray, they attributed their tangible fears to the unknown sky, and used inexplicable admiration to place their hopes on the true God who they didn't know whether there existed or not, as if they could be redeemed in this way.

"Jianzi, the people of Tianfu have left, should we go back and pay respects?" a disciple reminded.

As a result, Qinglin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and just by raising his hand, he grabbed this disciple's neck, with a cruel smile on his face: "I know you, I have gone to Lin Fan more than once to ask for advice. ”

This disciple's face changed, but before he could explain, Qinglin smashed his neck fiercely: "Until now, I'm still thinking about Lin Fan, damn it!"

All the disciples and elders who came with Qinglin widened their eyes and just looked at Qinglin.

How so?

Is he crazy?

Especially those who had crossed paths with Lin Fan, their faces were even pale, and their heads were lowered.

Qinglin smiled fiercely and looked at the thousands of strong men behind him: "Who said that the people of Tianfu are gone?"

Someone looked at Qinglin puzzled, and indeed saw Qinglin looking down with a venomous smile in his eyes: "Aren't there still 100,000 people below?"

Everyone's faces changed, and a lonely and lonely elder anxiously persuaded: "You can't use a sword, there are unwritten rules in the cultivator world, but all cultivators are not allowed to do anything to ordinary people, and those who violate it will be punished by the whole world!"

"Smack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qinglin slapped him in the face: "I am a one-yuan sword, in charge of the Holy Land, who dares to punish me?"

No one dares to advise, what a high status this Dugu Elder is, and how close is his relationship with Qinglin?

Even so, Qinglin dared to slap him, if they advised, wouldn't he be killed directly?

The 100,000 worldly people below still knelt on their knees and prayed sincerely to the heavens, and in their simple thoughts, the cultivators who could fly to the heavens and the earth were, of course, the gods.

It was the opposite of their prayers and supplications, and the so-called vision was revealed only when this group of god-like immortals came, and they took it for granted that it was this group of gods who would send down heaven to punish them, so they prayed more devoutly.

A little girl looked up at the sky curiously, but her mother suddenly pulled her, which made her full of awe.

There is a little boy who naughtily squints at the sky, only to be slapped by his father and fall to his knees.

But when they prayed to the gods, they didn't know that the gods in their eyes were looking at them with a smirk.

Qinglin smiled, and the demonic aura in his blood-colored pupils seemed to be even stronger.

He glanced at everyone: "You say, if I kill 10,000 people, will Lin Fan come out?"

No one answered, and in the end, it was the Supreme Elder who was slapped and spoke cautiously: "No." ”

Everyone nodded as a matter of course, why did Lin Fan come?

It's just a person who doesn't live or die.

Qinglin smiled indifferently: "So, what about killing 20,000 people?"

Everyone's faces became even heavier, Qinglin and crazy demons.

Looking at the faces of these people, Qinglin smiled again: "What about killing 30,000 people?"

Without waiting for everyone to have any expressions, he continued: "If 30,000 is not enough, then 40,000, 40,000 is not enough, then 50,000, if Lin Fan does not come, then kill 100,000 people and bury my father!"

"No!"

The elder of the Dugu family spoke again, he was heartbroken, Qinglin was something he watched grow up, and he was a hero in the past, when did he change?

"Poof!"

A demonic sword pierced his heart.

No one thought that Qinglin would make a move, and he didn't understand why with his identity, he would be able to hurt the ancestor-level Supreme Elder.

Of course, this person will not die, with his cultivation, even if Qinglin has the assistance of monsters, he still can't kill him.

It's just that he doesn't speak much anymore, he's just thinking, is this person he has been cultivating by the Dugu family really right?

Qinglin smiled strangely: "Whoever dares to persuade will be the end." ”

Whether it was a Yiyuan disciple or a Yiyuan elder, he looked at Qinglin in such a daze, from now on, he really had to fight under this person's command?

This kind of crazy demon character is in charge of the holy land, and he is waiting for others, how can he talk about the future?

The mortals below didn't understand why there was still a fight between the gods, but after watching the demonic sword pierce through the chest, a drop of blood could crush the giant mountain, and the mortals below were even more in awe, buried their heads lower, and behaved more religious.

"Lin Fan, I know that you haven't gone far, so let's see how I let everyone accompany my father to the funeral. Qinglin sneered.

He then threw a punch downward.

This is his famous martial art - Baquan!

Once the name of hegemony was so powerful that it almost suppressed an era, and it was once known as invincible, but now, when Qinglin uses it, it is to bombard mortals!

"Boom!"

The hegemony is earth-shattering, the fist prints are like meteors, the center of Tianfu City explodes, and the stumps and broken arms are everywhere.

The raging shock wave spread to a radius of ten miles, and in ten miles, all life and buildings were wiped out in the fist prints, without a trace of luck.

All the ordinary people in Tianfu City were so frightened that they widened their mouths, but they forgot to make a sound.

The gods have indeed descended!

They are just mortals, what can they understand?

You can only bow down more reverently.

On the heavenly dome, all the one-yuan disciples looked at Qinglin angrily!

Actually, really did it?

But what can they do?

"Lin Fan, do you see it? This is the famous people under your rule, because of you, now, they will all die!" Qinglin looked at the cruel scene below, and his eyes were even more bloody.

"Roar!"

In the 100,000 mountains, there was a shocking roar, it was Lin Fan who was screaming!

He crossed hundreds of miles, got a glimpse of the tragedy that happened in Tianfu, and wanted to kill him back. SG