Chapter 352: Kill ten people in one step

boom!
A big round of the sun broke out instantly, and the horrible destructive force swept across the disciples barracks at the foot of the mountain. The number of people were in the center of the explosion, and they could n’t even scream, and the body was completely blown broken.
Fortunately, most of the disciples in Huangpao were busy in the matter of protecting the mountain and escaped. Less than 30% of the disciples remained in the barracks. Otherwise, Wan Gizong's disciples would be completely killed and injured, and a fault line of inheritance would appear.
Bang!
The shock wave under the mountain spread all the way to the main peak, causing the main peak to be a tremor, like an earthquake and tsunami, shaking the mountain.
"what happened?"
The elders in the conference room changed their faces and got angry.
A disciple hurriedly came in: "The big thing is bad, the disciple's barracks was burned into a piece of scorched soil, and a young man was beaten from the mountain. The uncles are taking the disciples to the enemy."
His voice is not small, but it is still difficult to conceal the continuous shouting and screaming of the outside world.
"Oops! It must be that he came in. How could he be broken in? This is impossible!" An elder got up in shock.
Young people under the mountain are naturally Lang Lang.
Wan Guizong's large mountain guarding team is indeed exquisite. Lin Lang researched for a while and found that the mountain guarding team was built on the back of the spiritual land, relying on the spontaneous feng shui of heaven and earth.
These elders of Wanguizong are not bragging about themselves. This large array does have the capital to let the power of the God Realm die. If it is not the kind of confrontation method, it has a profound knowledge. Let ’s not find the gate of the ordinary God. I'm afraid I can't even see an array here.
But Lin Lang is different.
Even if he can't crack the formation, he can still unimpeded and unrestricted in some formations. This is the best masterpiece of You Ye Xian Wang's self-made exquisite, You Ye body style.
There are two types of You Ye's body law. The first is that the pace can evade the prohibition and integrate the caster's body with the formation method to achieve a degree of freedom of walking. The reason is like dropping a drop of water into a bucket filled with water. Will the water in the bucket repel the newly dripped water?
will not.
The other aspect of the Youye body method is the attack method. The speed increases tenfold in an instant. The one finger that exceeds the limit covers the heaven and earth, and the other finger deprives Shouyuan.
So far, Lin Lang is the first time to use the night body method to break the battle, and it really has great results.
He went backwards along the mountain road, and disciples in the yellow robes controlled the corpse to emerge in succession, but without exception, all died at the finger of Lin Lang. Occasionally, one or two red robe elders rushed up, like disciples in the yellow robes. They couldn't walk through a round from Lin Lang's hands and died.
In front of him, the killer is no different from the Grandmaster.
"Lin Youye died!"
A red robe elder drives a half-red evil spirit, and his own cultivation is not bad, he is a master in the late stage of transformation.
"court death!"
Lin Lang's long coat hunted, his eyes were full of cold, like the weather in the cold winter and the lunar month, making people unconsciously chill. When Ban Hongsha came to kill, he continued to move forward. When Ban Hongsha approached him completely, he swung out his backhand.
I saw that the fierce semi-red mane withered instantly and flew straight out like a fly. The elders controlling the half red shakiness swayed, and a mouthful of blood spurted.
Lin Lang's palm was also patted on his mind that was integrated into the half-red evil spirit and controlled the action of the half-red evil spirit. After returning to God, he just wanted to control the corpse to reorganize the attack, but he was horrified to find the numerous spider web-like cracks on the surface of the half-red evil body, densely spreading, and cracking all the way to the neck.
It is precisely because of his control again that the semi-red shaman, like a candle remaining in the wind, collapsed suddenly, and large and small pieces of debris covered the ground.
"How could this be?" The elder in red robe looked at the scene in front of him, a piece of flesh that was comparable to the demigod of the half-red god, was even broken by the opponent's palm.
To what extent should his cultivation be horrible?
The elder in red robe looked around, but at this time found in panic that there was no one around him, countless crushed corpses lying on the ground lying on his back, and there was no way to tell which one was the disciple of Wangui Zong and which was the corpse.
"Are they dead?"
The elders of the red robe looked stunned. It's not just here that there is no one, there are countless dead bodies above his head on the mountain road nearly 100 meters, without exception, all the disciples of Wanguizong.
Lin Youye has already hit the mountainside a hundred meters away, standing in the very center of the crowd. With every advancement and every step, there will be a whole circle of disciples shooting up to the sky. After struggling with weightlessness a few times, he died before falling to the ground.
His footsteps were like life-saving signs, with the front foot falling and the back foot having a dead body planted.
Kill ten people in one step, don't stay at 100 meters!
Although Wanguizong is nominally the Reign of Emperor Sejong, in recent years, both the ancient corpses of the catacombs and the successful warriors and living people have been their hunting range.
The matter of Lu Beidou is a microcosm, and the disciples affected by such a sectarian door are naturally all in the same place. Lin Lang did not have any burden to kill him.
In the end, the disciples of Wanguizong were terrified to be killed. Looking down at the road covered with blood and corpses, they all regressed in unison, and a large group of people receded.
"Let your Sovereign come to death by beheading his head." Lin Lang kept at his feet, still pushing forward.
"Lin Youye! You don't go too far!"
There was a sudden shout from the top of the mountain, and a black figure jumped down from the hall on the top of the mountain to discuss, and it just landed between the disciples of Wan Guizong and Lin Lang.
Immediately afterwards, four or five elders followed, landing together. These people are the top fighting power of Wanguizong. In addition to the two elders in the middle of the realm, the remaining three are high-ranking masters.
"You are the lord of all ghosts."
Lin Lang glanced at the other person's unique black robe, and guessed the other person's identity as soon as possible.
"Lin Youye, you killed me nearly a hundred elite disciples, and this account will have to be repaid by you anyway." Sovereign Sect Master's eyes are red, even if he is indifferent like him, it is impossible to watch his disciple disciples. , Was easily harvested to death.
"It's a pity that you didn't raise your head to see it." Lin Lang shook his head: "You are not my opponent, let the Man of God Ghost Sect of God come out."
"You know these?"
Immediately, the lord of all ghosts sneered sneerly: "We don't need the ancestor of Kaishan to deal with you, we will deal with you enough."
"You, go to war!"
So far, the two sides have no possibility of reconciliation. There must be a division between you and me.
Wangui Zongzong swayed with a big sleeve, and behind him a red evil spirit rose up into the air, red hair scattered, staring at Lin Lang with fierce eyes. At the same time, the two elders and another elder joined hands to sacrifice another red evil corpse, and the remaining three elders each controlled several half red evil spirits and attacked in the direction of Lin Lang.
Just then.
In the treasure house of Wanguizong, a thunder blast sounded, and a red-haired corpse rushed out, standing dumbly.
The third red evil!
This Red Sha is controlled by many disciples of Wan Guizong. Although its strength is not as good as the previous two, it cannot be taken lightly.
This is the essence of Wanguizong. Including the Red Sha that the elders control, there are four in total, which is equivalent to four physical gods. Definitely worthy of their corpses for many years.
Even so, the strength of Wan Guizong should not be underestimated, enough to regret a powerful god, or even beheaded.
Three red evil spirits surrounded Lin Lang in the center, showing a tendency of horns. The other half of the red evil spirits assisted from the side, which also caused Lin Lang a lot of trouble.
Although Lin Lang was able to blast Hongsha with his bare hands, he could easily tear a half red. But in the face of siege, there are too many attacks to deal with, even though he himself feels a bit fettered. The combination of several red evil spirits can really be called one plus one equals three combat power.
Lin Lang turned to avoid a red evil attack, and the sharp nails on the other side were already clasped behind his back to exert force. Lin Lang backed up and flew out the arm behind him.
He reached out with his palm forward, pinching a red-shaven finger in the middle of his ten fingers, and the spiritual force was stirred, and he bent it over and over. However, these are basically painless and itchy for Hongsha, and they are not effective injuries.
"Lin Youye, we'll see you off the road today."
An elder chirped.
Lin Lang didn't say anything, his fingers were emblazoned with flowers, a crimson sun rose and burst, and Wei Neng blew out the two red evil spirits in front of him.
Hongsha took a few steps backwards and flew back again. The scorching sun that could wipe out a barracks area fell on them but could not find a little wound.
Lin Lang frowned.
"Useless, these Hongsha are all top-quality corpses. They are by no means the old elders who have mastered the shabby red shabby. They can't hurt them with such a little damage." The lord sneered, controlling the fists of Hongsha Blast forward.
The three red evil spirits seemed to have the same mind, and all punched out.
"Unfortunately, the corpse corpse is the corpse corpse. After all, it can't compete with the real state of God, or what fear does the ancient ancestors have?"
"It's kind of doorway."
Lin Lang wasn't surprised, his palm was flipped, and a small blue sword flashed out. He turned his palm into a fist. The gap between the and the ring finger pinched the green sword, and the half-foot Qing Feng made a swipe of oncoming, bringing out a series of Mars.
"It's useless."
The ancestor of the Wangui Sect sneered for a while, but at this time found in horror that the fiercely refined Hongsha fist, with the tiger's mouth and the center of the fist, was a gap in front of him. The cracks widened rapidly, and the three palms fell, deep into the soil.
"Good sharp sword!"
The ancestral lord of the ghosts took a breath. In front of the blue sword, the physical state of Shenjing was like chopping melon and vegetables, and he was easily chopped in half.
Three broken hands Hongsha stopped.
Everyone is jealous of the unusual cyan sword. Such sharpness is rare in the world. If it rushed up just as usual, I'm afraid that the next break will not be the palm, but half-length.
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