Dragon Emperor, Martial God

"satisfaction."

Ling Yun grabbed the treasure mirror and inspected it with his divine mind, and found that Kun Zhanle had actively cut off the natal contact with this magic weapon before he strayed, and his intention to kill was completely eliminated.

This luminous mirror is at least a magic weapon of the highest level, but it is different from Kun Ting’s colorful canopy. It is not exclusive to Buddhism. Kun Zhanle can use it, but it has reached the state of enlightenment. With the Buddha's strength infused, he barely played his basic role.

Ling Yun was not polite. When he moved his mind, he put the treasure mirror into the ring of Taixu, and then looked at Kun Zhanle, who was calm.

"I'm doing things, and I don't know how to find a back account, and I don't like others to find my back account. Therefore, you ten thousand Buddhas should take it for granted."

Kun Lunwei quickly translated.

Kun Zhanlek has wiped away the blood and tears from his face after he abolished his cultivation base. He has no waves and calmly folded his palms together: "The poor monk understands."

If he didn't understand, he wouldn't do it so simply and thoroughly.

"Khumpa fought to the end, Kun was very generous and went to death, and your guardian of the light is willing to abolish his own cultivation, rather to endure the humiliation to live, but also to pass down the Taoism for the Ten Thousand Buddhas. In fact, I am moved and appreciate what you have done. What they do is the foundation for the cultivator to stand between heaven and earth."

Looking at it from anyone, Ling Yun's words at this time meant that a cat crying and a mouse fake compassion, but Kun Zhanle was a figure who had cultivated to the enlightened state, and he knew that Ling Yun's words came from his heart.

Understand naturally.

Conversely, if Ling Yun is not strong enough, Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect will definitely break his body into pieces, and will never show mercy.

The fight between the two sides is nothing more than winning or losing.

"Thank you, but we can't hide from the destiny after all."

Kun Zhanle looked up at the sky, sighing.

Providence is so.

Ling Yun suddenly said, "But I have one more thing to do."

"Just ask the donor."

brush!

The Qingying Flying Sword came out and instantly turned into a giant sword, and under the control of Lingyun's spiritual mind, it shuttled vertically and horizontally in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Gate.

Rumbling rumbling...click...

Soon, the tall Buddha statues inside and outside the Ten Thousand Buddhas Gate, the golden temples, at the same time made a loud noise, it was the sound of collapse, and then the earth trembled, dust everywhere.

Ling Yun razed the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate to the ground!

Since it is a shock, it should be a complete shock. People can be buried silently when they die, but the Ten Thousand Buddhas Gate is razed to the ground, but it can shock people for a long time!

Kun Zhanlat calmly watched the Buddha statues fall and the temple collapsed without saying a word.

"Come!"

Ling Yun made a big move and took all the magic weapons scattered on the ground into the space ring as long as he could see it.

In the end, he volleyed and took photos, and then caught Kun Lunwei: "I want to take this person away."

"donor."

Kun Zhanle turned his head suddenly, looking directly at Ling Yun with his eyes.

Ling Yun was happy: "Why, don't you agree?"

Kun Zhanle shook his head: "How to deal with Kun Lunwei is determined by the donor's heart, and the poor monks will not interfere."

"I just want to ask if you have heard a word before the donor leaves."

"What?"

Kun Lunwei knew that his life and death were all within Ling Yun's thoughts at this time, so he did not dare to be ambiguous. No matter what the two said, it was translated immediately.

Kun Zhanle turned slowly and stood still facing the northwest. After watching for more than ten seconds, he suddenly said, "The sky is tilted to the northwest and the land is sinking to the southeast."

Ling Yun was startled suddenly.

Of course he knows. In ancient times, Gonggong was so angry that Zhoushan fell in anger, and the sky fell from the northwest to the southeast. This is a Chinese myth and legend!

It's just such words, here, spoken by a light guardian of the Ten Thousand Buddhas School, Ling Yun feels a bit weird.

"What do you mean?"

Ling Yun asked calmly.

"Don't think too much about the donor, but Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect also has its own inheritance, and the poor monk, as the light protector of Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, has naturally heard something."

"As far as I know, the northwest should refer to the Chinese Kunlun Mountains, and the southeast naturally refers to our Southeast Asia."

Ling Yun: "..."

He waited for a long time, and found that Kun Zhanle didn't speak anymore, so he had to ask, "What else?"

"Gone."

Kun Zhanlat slowly turned around: "Because you are a man whose destiny should be robbed, the poor monk thinks this sentence should be told to you."

"Thank you!"

Ling Yun stared at Kun Zhanle deeply: "I have done everything I have to do to you Ten Thousand Buddhas. As long as you abide by the agreement, I will not embarrass you again. But it depends on what you said at the end. Come on, if someone dares to move your Ten Thousand Buddhist School of Taoism in the future, you can find me."

One sentence is kindness.

Kun Zhanle nodded solemnly and folded his palms to Ling Yun: "Farewell to the donor."

Ling Yun also nodded at him, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Bang!

After Ling Yun left, Kun Zhanle felt as if he was emptied of energy in an instant, and fell directly on the ground, his body wilted, and a lot of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

There is no reason for self-abolishment.

"The man whose destiny should be robbed is born, this world is really about to usher in a huge change!"

...

Like the missile attack encountered in Tianlingzong, it did not repeat itself in Ten Thousand Buddhas Gate.

This is the same as Ling Yun judged.

He ran away freely, and only took away Kun Lunwei, who was a high-level member of the Nanyang Sanxiu Alliance, who also knew Chinese, and of course it was of great use to Lingyun.

The Tianling Sect, the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect had been completely destroyed, and there were only two main sect forces of the Nanyang Sanxiu Alliance.

God descending sect, ghost poison sect.

"Kun Lunwei, where is Shen Jiangzong?"

Ling Yun carried Kunlunwei, Yukong went south, knowingly asked.

He wanted to see if Kunlunwei dared to lie to him.

"North, the Thai-Myanmar border to the north..."

"Oh, then it seems we are going in the wrong direction."

Ling Yun only then turned back, and instead flew north, heading straight to the nest of Shen Jiangzong.

"If I didn't guess wrong, the Khumpa you sent out to disrupt Haojiang should be from Shen Jiangzong, right?"

"No, he is just a powerful casual cultivator, but he is indeed more closely related to the Shenjiang Sect and the Ghost Poison Sect."

Now that he had a better translation to lead the way, Ling Yun didn't go to Paul. Anyway, at his speed, he could fly across the entire border of Country T within a minute. When the matter was finished, it was the same with taking him away.

The two reached their destination quickly, and Ling Yun stopped at high altitude.

"Master Ling, I've been here several times. The main altar of the God descending sect is in the forest of the mountain range below. But now I have lost all my cultivation skills. I don't know where they are."

Kun Lunwei had long been overwhelmed by Lingyun's god, and he knew nothing but words.

"Well, I have seen it."

brush!

Ling Yun didn't hide his figure, and went straight down into the air, flying towards the altar of the descendant of God!

"kill!"

Ling Yun landed directly in the middle of the general altar, and didn't even bother to say a word, and went straight to the killing!

Swipe it!

The green shadow flying sword, the yin and yang sword, the golden dragon spear, the human king seal, four magic weapons come out, you will kill anyone!

The so-called God descending sect is actually the concentration of the flying head descending masters in Nanyang. This sect is different from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. From the beginning of their cultivation, they must kill people and be extremely evil.

Especially the descendants who are qualified to come to the main altar of the descendants of the gods, at least have cultivated to the second level of the descendants, Ling Yun does not have to worry about killing by mistake!

Here, Ling Yun didn't bother to absorb their skills!

Green shadows shuttle, golden dragons fly, big seals rise and fall suddenly!

One by one flying heads were penetrated, one by one corpse was cut into pieces, and the screams and howls of pain resounded through the primitive jungle!

The flying head descendants of the main altar of the God descending sect, even too late to react, they have been killed by Ling Yun for the most part!

After Ling Yun reached the peak of the eighth level of Qi training, no one in Shen Jiangzong was his one-of-a-kind general, and almost all of them were killed by Ling Yun in seconds.

Three minutes later, there was no more living person in Shen Jiangzong, and it was completely silent.

Such a direct, such crazy killing made Kun Lunwei stunned!

Until now, Kun Lunwei finally understood how much Ling Yun was "sympathetic" to them.

In any case, nearly a hundred disciples of Wanfomen survived, somehow they saved their lives.

But as for Shen Jiangzong, Ling Yun came here without even saying a word, so he killed the place clean.

boom!

After Ling Yun finished killing people, he directly sacrificed the fire spirit phoenix, breathed out flames, and lowered the gods to the main altar of the sect, together with those horrible flying heads and those headless corpses, all burned into fly ashes!

"Kun Lunwei, such a big altar, why are there so many people here? What about their lord Kun Ganha?"

Although he had already razed the main altar of Shen Jiangzong to the ground, Ling Yun knew clearly that he had killed a total of 39 Feitou descendants, and he had not seen any of them who had cultivated to the fifth level. Of course he was dissatisfied.

"Return to Master Ling, although Nanyang has many descendants, but Feitou descendants are very few. There are only forty people who are qualified to hide and practice here. You have killed almost..."

Kun Lunwei endured the high temperature and said tremblingly.

"Forty or so people?"

"Master Ling, forgive me, this villain really doesn't know."

Ling Yun nodded, and said that this question really embarrassed him, so he didn't pursue it, and immediately asked: "So what about Kun Ganha, the lord of the descendant of the gods? Why isn't he here?"

"Maybe I went to retreat...or maybe I got the news early and I was so scared that I ran away..."

Kun Lunwei is not clear about Kun Ganha's movements, and can only rely on guessing.

"Count him smart!"

Ling Yun snorted coldly, grabbed Kun Lunwei and rose into the sky, left here in an instant, and went straight to the Ghost Poison Sect.

The Ghost Poison Sect was not far from the main altar of the Shenjiang Sect, only 300 kilometers away, and Lingyun would arrive in no time.

According to Ling Yun's understanding, coupled with Kun Lunwei's detailed statement, this ghost poison sect is even more evil, and their sect directly refines the soul boy or ghost baby from the belly of a pregnant woman in October. Of course, he is even more polite.

After a quarter of an hour, the Ghost Poison Sect was wiped out in smoke, and the end was the same as the Shen Jiangzong.

That night, the four main sects that formed the Nanyang Sanxiu Alliance, the Heavenly Spirit Sect, the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, the Divine descendant Sect, and the Ghost Poison Sect, were all destroyed and disintegrated!

Ling Yun defeated Nanyang!