Chapter 2920: End by me

In the sixth day, the site where the writer is located is closest to the Azure Shenzhou where Peng’s family is located.
For this reason, it is possible to get the first month in the vicinity of the water tower. In the past 18 years, the sites and forces lost by the Peng family were the most occupied by the writers.
In the night.
Among the clouds and waters of the mountains, the temple is brightly lit.
Many great folks gathered here, drinking wine, eating delicious, and feeling good.
"Big Brother, if there is no accident, the Peng family can only support for a maximum of three years, and our writers have to work harder recently to fight for the Tianyun Mountain to seize the hands. As a result, the future Tianqing Shenzhou is also destined to Become the site of our writers."
The second elders of the Wen family confessed to the cup and laughed.
"The second child, you drink too much."
As the head of the literary family, Wen Haojing can still stay awake.
However, the smugness of the color still shines in his eyes. In the past 18 years, it has only been the Peng family forces that have been swallowed up. This has caused their literary talents to soar, and the enormous wealth and spiritual resources they have acquired have made the Wenjia even more powerful. The site has been expanded tremendously.
As Wen Yuxi said, just swallow the Pengjia's Tianyun Mountain, the whole Azure Shenzhou, will be the world of their writers!
"Ha ha ha, that Lin Xun probably couldn't think of it. Because of his affiliation, let our writers take this opportunity to make a fortune." Someone laughed.
When I mentioned Lin Xun, there was a chill in the patriarch Wen Yijing. "This is now a deputy cabinetlor in the Yuanjiao, but he has offended the Ten-Family War Alliance, and he will suffer and die!"
Many years ago, the writers and Lin seek enmity, but in the previous actions against Lin Xun, they lost a lot.
This made them all look for Lin to hate.
"Yes, this little shard will die! Let us wait to hear his death..."
When the three elders were screaming and laughing, suddenly a sword flashed, and the rest of his words suddenly stayed in his throat, his eyes round.
Many literary figures were shocked. In the field of vision, there was a blood line in the neck of the neck, and then the blood line became bigger and bigger. Finally, the whole head fell down and landed on the ground, and a blood spring rose up.
Even the gods are opened!
"Wait to listen to the death of this seat? I am afraid you can't wait."
A faint voice came from the door.
When this sound came, everyone was shocked.
Here is the old nest of the Wen family. It is very strict, and everyone is drinking and drinking. Suddenly, the sword light flashes, and Wen’s head is lost. This scene is scary enough.
Some prostitutes who served in some of them almost screamed out.
When the people turned their heads and saw it, they saw the man at the door, a white-dressed white shirt, standing with his hands on his back, his pupils deep and deep.
Who is this person! ?
Most people are shocked.
In the sixth day, people who have actually seen Lin Xun are, after all, a minority. Although the literati have sought to hate Lin, they may not be able to recognize Lin Xun.
Only the patriarch Wen Biaojing and several other old monsters were shocked, and they were horrified, such as ghosts, showing an incredible color.
"Bold! Who are you, dare to break into my literary murder!"
The wife of Wen Yujing is also here. This is a beautiful, temperate woman who rises up and reprimands.
She is not the wife of the patriarch. She has suffered such shocks and no discoloration. Instead, she still has the courage to look down on Lin Xun.
"Why don't you dare, your writer is not a dragon and a tiger, and you want to come and want to leave."
Lin looked for his hand on his back and whispered.
"Young people, you can break into my writers silently, maybe it's quite big, just, just rely on you, you dare to bully our heads, this is no different from finding death. Like you, I don't know how to be tall. I have seen more of the role. Give you a chance to tell who sent you, and we can give you a chance to redeem."
The patriarch’s wife is cold and cold.
She is indeed very timid, and has obviously experienced the ups and downs of the world, so she is not too scared, but threatens to find Lin.
"Atonement?"
Lin searched for a sigh of color on his lips. "How do you want the writer to make this seat redeemed?"
When he spoke, Wen Haojing and other old monsters had completely recognized him. He was so scared that his body was stiff, his face was pale, and there was a sweat on his forehead. The atmosphere did not dare to come out.
And some people who haven't figured it out are also amazed at this moment, and they are aware that something is wrong.
For example, the patriarch's wife, she noticed that something was wrong, but she kept calm and calmly said: "You probably don't know how strong our literary family is. In the sixth day, our writers can also rank in the top five. In the past, anyone who has offended my literary family has not finished well..."
Although she said this, the discourse has gradually become smaller, because she has seen that Wen Haojing and other old monster faces have been panicked and fearful, and continue to look at her.
At this moment, she felt completely uncomfortable.
"Wen Yujing, I have seen Lin Gongge."
Wen Hao Jing Qiang suppressed the horror in his heart, squatting up and looking for a ceremony in the forest.
Lin deputy cabinet owner?
Which forest deputy cabinet owner?
Some people are still confused.
However, some people suddenly understood it and shouted: "It is him, Lin Yuan, the deputy director of the Yuanjiao Yuankongge!"
Lin Xun!
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"Is that forest... Lin... Lin Xun?"
The head of the patriarch was furious, and the whole person was like a deflated ball. The teeth trembled and the eyes were black.
It was this great murderer!
The Donghuangsi of the seventh day of the field is said to have been wiped out by him alone!
"You are the head of the literary family. You must be very clear in your heart. The hatred of this seat and your family has long since been resolved. Why do you still want to see this ceremony?"
Lin looked at the Wenjing scene that had been in the room. "Is it wrong, do you think that this can help your writers to resolve some hatred?"
"In Wen's opinion, the grievances in this world can be resolved. For example, as long as the Deputy Director of Lin asks for it, as long as my writer can do it, I will never frown."
Wen Haojing's face was stiff and barely squeezed a smile.
The young man in front of him, but it is the existence of the four emperors, but compared with the four emperors, their writers are simply not enough to see.
"Really?"
Lin is looking for a smile.
Wen Yujing’s heart trembled and endured the inner uneasiness. He said:
As long as Lin’s deputy chief can raise his hands, no matter what the conditions, we promise!

"Put the people of Peng’s family who are under your arm." Lin searched.
Wen Shujing understands why today, Lin will be looking for a door, and it is originally for Peng’s support!
"Yes!" Wen Haojing agreed quickly, this is not a problem at all.
"Hand over your life." Lin searched again.
Wen Haojing suddenly stagnated there, and the sweat of the big ball fell into the eyes. He did not dare to wipe it. He just said tremblingly: "Lin, the deputy, you want all the wealth that my literary family has, I will promise If it is a life..."
Lin seeks, "I said that these are not to discuss with you, whether you promise or not, you are here today, and no one is destined to live out of this hall."
"Lin Xun, you are going to deceive too much!"
One person yelled out.
Hey!
The green gourd hanging from the forest to find the waist, smashed out, and the sword smashed out, and the man was smashed on the spot, and the blood was spilled.
"Lin's deputy, there is no room for maneuver?"
Wen Haojing's eyes are red.
"Who are the ancestors, why don't they come out to save?" Wen Shujing's woman screamed.
Lin Xun smiled slightly, and his sleeves waved, and the three heads rolled down. "You mean them, take a step ahead of you."
Wen Yujing, they are completely dumbfounded, the three heads are the three elders of their literary family, all of them are immortalized, but now they have all been killed!
All of a sudden, they were exhausted like a lost, like a lost pillar, all stumbled on a chair.
Wen Haojing is a lost soul, muttering: "He died of my writer... I am dead my writer..."
Lin looked cold and said: "It is not the day to destroy you, but the seat, remember."
Hey!
A purple sword, ejected from the green gourd, turned into a long Changhong, roaring in the hall.
After the moment, I will return to Lin.
All the literati were stuck there, and their faces were full of horror.
Hey!
The next moment, Wen Yujing's heads rolled up on the ground, and the fountain-like blood spurted out of the neck.
Bloody.
When Lin searched for the Yunshen Mountain where the Wen family was located, the fire of Haotian quickly burned and swallowed the mountain of the gods.
The immortal Dian Wenshi, who stood in the sixth day of the countless years, was thus extinct by Lin.
Of course, like the Yao family, Lin Xun did not rush to kill, but only the old guys above the ancestors were all smashed, and the repairs of the emperors were all abolished.
As for those innocent prostitutes, they have already escaped before the destruction of Yunshui Shenshan.
Far away, Lin looked back and looked at the burning fire in the far distance.
Not long after, he turned and left.
The Wenjiashan Gate collapsed and the foundation was completely removed. Even if there is still a living in the world, it is destined to become a fat sheep in the eyes of other forces.
Waiting for them is to drop the stone, and it is divided into other dishes by the other forces.
Take a look at the situation of Peng's present, you will know that today's broken writers are destined to turn over and hopeless!
To break through the writers for Lin Xun, it is just the beginning.
This is the first time in 18 years for the Peng family, not just the writer.
With a single writer, it is absolutely not to push the Peng family to such a degree. After all, Peng’s good year is also a top-level force.
"Since this matter has started because of me, since I ended up with this, no one can escape this liquidation!"
Lin looked up and looked into the distant night, his feet, and his body instantly turned into a streamer, disappearing into the sky.

Ps: Good friend, Minger, get married, go to help tonight, continue to add more to the next day~