Dragon Emperor, Martial God

Bang!

Ling Yun stopped in the square and threw the already useless Kun Lunwei to the ground.

The entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Gate turned into a purgatory on earth. The corpses on the square were everywhere, blood was flowing into rivers, and the sorrowful cries of one after another, endlessly, showed the fear and despair of those seriously injured and dying.

Although it was a large-scale killing, Ling Yun did not rush to kill after all, except for a few foundation peaks, and nearly a hundred thousands of Buddhist disciples in the post-qi training realm, and those who wanted to escape in chaos, he had to kill, other Almost most of those who were below the realm of mid-Qi training saved their lives.

Of course, these Ten Thousand Buddha School disciples who survived by chance only saved their lives. Ling Yun had all absorbed their true energy, and their cultivation was completely abolished. From now on, there is no longer any possibility of re-cultivation.

Ling Yun did this, of course, he had his own purpose. He was to frighten the entire Nanyang Sanxiu Alliance, so that those who survived by chance, would always remember this night and this battle, and let other Nanyang Sanxiu Alliance people see with their own eyes. , I heard with my own ears, if anyone dares to covet Huaxia, or even oppose Huaxia, what a fate will be!

There were only three people standing in the huge square of Wanfomen.

Ling Yun, there is also Kun Ting, the master of Ten Thousand Buddhas Gate not far away, and the bright guardian Kun Zhanle.

Kun Ting and Kun Zhanle, the two of them are already exhausted, they have tried their best just now, and they have tried their best, but after all they can't resist the stronger Ling Yun in Vietnam, they can only watch the disciples of Wanfomen, like being cut. The leeks are average, falling in pieces, but they are still helpless!

Even if it is the combined efforts of two high-level monks in the enlightened realm, they can't break Ling Yun's defenses, let alone keep up with Ling Yun's speed. They can only let Ling Yun harvest the lives of Wan Buddhist disciples, the kind of grief and humiliation, and the deep soul Fear has completely defeated them!

Kun was quite pale, trembling all over, with blank eyes, and looking around, there was only one thought left in his heart, the Ten Thousand Buddhas School was completely over!

Kun Zhanle had blood and tears in his eyes, describing it as horrible. He had already put his life and death away, looking at Lingyun with grief and anger, spreading his hands, and muttering to himself: "Is it necessary? Is it necessary? Donor. Don’t you fear God’s condemnation if you slaughter me in this way?”

Ling Yun stood proudly, his gaze was clear, and his heart couldn't get the slightest wave. Although he didn't understand what Kun Zhanle was talking about, he could guess the same only by looking at the other person's expression.

After hesitating for a while, Ling Yun still raised his hand and took a picture of Kun Pucha, who was lying on the ground in the distance, half-dead, and said calmly: "Translate for us."

"I don't want this wicked translation!"

Kun Zhanle saw that Ling Yun had taken Kunpucha again, and he immediately understood what he meant. He was trembling with anger. He immediately raised his hand and shot Kunpucha in front of him, then flipped his palm to take a photo!

puff!

Kun pounced with his brain and his body fell to the ground.

brush!

After Kun Zhanlat personally killed the Khun Pucha who caused the destruction of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, he immediately raised his hand and took the dying Kun Lunwei over.

First put a pure Buddha power into his body, and then said sharply: "Kun Lunwei, you come to translate!"

Ling Yun didn't stop at all of Kun Zhanle's doing. Since the other party still wants to talk to him, let's say it.

"Master, disciple...the disciple is wrong, I regret that I didn't listen to your persuasion in the first place. I insisted on entering the Nanyang Free Cultivation Alliance. I did not expect to bring us such a catastrophe..."

Kun Lunwei temporarily recovered some strength with the help of Kun Zhanlat. He first spit out a big mouthful of blood, and then said bitterly.

"Lunwei, things have reached this point, what use is it for you to tell me this now?"

Kun Zhanlat coldly interrupted Kun Lunwei's words, and said simply: "I think you have understood what people mean, he is here to destroy my Ten Thousand Buddhas, our sect is above the mid-level of Qi training. People have been killed by him clean, presumably, the sect master and I will certainly die in a while, but before we go to death as a teacher, there are still some things to be clear to him."

"From now on, no matter what the two of us say, you have to interpret for us word by word. Don't swindle and instigate like rushing. Can you write it down?!"

Kun Lunwei struggled and nodded: "The disciple took note."

"it is good!"

Kun Zhanlé looked up and stared at Lingyun for a while, and then suddenly asked: "Donor, even though I am clumsy, Kun Zhanlé is also the light protector of Ten Thousand Buddhas. I know that what you are showing is not your true face. I wonder if I can show it. Really, let the poor monk see?"

This request was not excessive, anyway, Ling Yun had already beaten the opponent without even the thought of resisting. He smiled lightly and instantly restored his true appearance.

"Just let you die and understand that I am the head of the China Ling Family, Ling Yun."

"what?!"

"So you...you are Ling Yun of the Ling family?! It really is you!"

Ling Yun didn't expect him to show his true face. After he reported his name, he could cause such a big reaction from the other three. Even Kun Ting, who was already heartbroken, turned his head.

"Uh……"

Ling Yun couldn't help but touched his head: "Why, am I so famous in your Nanyang?"

Kun Zhanluck smiled miserably, shook his head and sighed, "Hehe, Lingyun, who rose in China six months ago, has gone through a hundred battles without fail, and is known as the god of death; and because he is holding the Demon Sect’s first sacred object, the Dark Blood Demon Sword The Huaxia cultivation world regards it as the current demon master!"

"Besides, I heard that you are still Huaxia Buddhism, a Taoist recognized person who should be robbed of destiny. I wonder if the poor monk made a mistake?!"

"Yes."

Ling Yun nodded indifferently, but he was awe-inspiring in his heart. Although the things that Kun Zhanle said had been spread in the Chinese cultivation world, they were not too big or small, but they were also top secrets in the Chinese cultivation world. I did not expect that the Ten Thousand Buddhas School's Light Guardian would actually do this. Knowing it so clearly shows how much effort the Nanyang Sanxiu Alliance has done secretly to target China.

Kun Zhanle smiled bitterly: "If that's the case, then I won't be wronged by Ten Thousand Buddha School tonight."

"maybe."

Ling Yun just smiled.

Being able to say this sentence shows that Kun Zhanle has a good understanding of Ling Yun's style of doing things.

"So you slaughtered all my disciples above the realm of the late stage of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, just to prevent my Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect from retaliating against China in the future?"

Kun Zhanle looked at Ling Yun and asked.

"Not bad!"

Ling Yun admitted frankly: "Killing one is also killing, killing a piece is also killing, I don't like leaving trouble for myself."

"So..."

Kun Zhanle suddenly looked back at Kun Ting, then turned around and said, "My doormaster and Kun Ting are sure to die?"

"That's not necessary."

Ling Yun shook his head: "As long as you are willing to commit to withdrawing from the Nanyang Casual Cultivation Alliance, and you abolish your own practice and hand over your magic weapons, I will let you two go and leave."

Kun Zhanle looked at each other again after listening, and the two smiled bitterly.

According to their understanding of Ling Yun, this is exactly Ling Yun's style, and the rumors are really true!

Kun Ting took a sudden step forward and shouted sharply: "What if we don't agree?!"

Ling Yun smiled coldly, and patiently advised the other party: "Then you will die. Anyway, except for your two lives, the ending will be the same for me."

"Uh, maybe it's better for me..."

After a pause, Ling Yun added another sentence.

"Huh! The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect has fallen to this point, as the master of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, what face do I have to live in between heaven and earth?"

"Even if you die, Kun Ting will fight you to the end!"

boom!

After speaking, Kun Ting's eyes were determined, no matter what, he shot Ling Yun directly!

He wanted to die deliberately.

"Then I will send you on the road!"

Ling Yun's eyes were indifferent and he swung his sword calmly. He has now reached the eighth-level peak of Qi training. With only nine knives, he beheaded Kun Ting on the spot. At the same time, he was completely pure Buddha power with no drops left, absorbed Clean and turn it into your own use.

This battle came quickly and ended faster. From beginning to end, Kun Zhanle turned a blind eye, neither blocking Kun Ting nor helping him, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

After Kun stood up and died, Kun Zhanle took out the precious mirror with a mental movement, and directly sent it to Ling Yun, and then took the initiative to disperse his cultivation.

"Lingyun donor, I, Kun Zhanle, promised all your conditions. From then on, my Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect has nothing to do with the Nanyang Sanxiu Alliance, and I can guarantee that in the next hundred years, my Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect disciples will not step into China! "

"I don't know the answer, is Lingyun the donor still satisfied?"