Jinling in the sky.

The brilliant fire is not extinguished, and a shocking flood is even more warlike and sharp, spreading all over the world, and it seems that it has never been enjoyable!

And the ten figures that blocked Qin Mu just fell one after another.

Now in the sky of Jinling, there are only two people, Qin Mu and An Qilin!

Those Grandmaster Martial Artists who fled quickly, or who had been outside the Purple Mountain, were all waiting with bated breath at this moment.

"How much time can you drag out by letting these ten people who are greedy for life and fear of death cover for you?" Qin Mu brushed the blade of the sword between his fingers, and pointed out.

An Qilin's face was hideous, as if he had been humiliated by an ant.

Wasn't this exactly what he said to Qin Mu before?

But at the same time, An Qilin's face also darkened, and it was difficult to detect half of the joy.

Because under his feet, a formation that did not know the effect could only be condensed to half at this time! The law seal was dim and dull, and it was difficult to become a general!

According to An Qilin's conjecture, even if Qin Mu had flying sword powers, with ten hundred-year-old cultivators, he would be able to support him until his formation was completed.

But who would have thought that Qin Mu actually had a hole card in his hand!

Dragon Fission!

This divine power originated from Wei Yufeng, and Hengsheng pushed Qin Mu's state back to his semi-peak period.

Qin Mu, who had half of his peak strength, after losing the greatest restraint of qi and blood, burst out with a power that was enough to slaughter these sect masters like a chicken with a raised hand!

And now, An Qilin is standing in the air, his cloak is scattered, his hands are empty, and even if he hides his expression, he can't hide the fear in it!

"You're ......!"

couldn't help An Qilin to say half a sentence.

Qin Muru drew his knife and cut off the water, and as soon as the fingers in his hand flicked out, he was shocked, and in an instant, he pierced through a thousand meters, and then slashed towards An Qilin!

An Qilin's pupils shrank, looking at this undodgable sword, full of fear!

Just as the sword was about to fall!

"Let go of my sect Lingzi, otherwise, you will see the bones of this woman!"

Suddenly, an ancient voice came, as if it had existed for thousands of years, eternal and immortal!

As the ancient voice fell.

From the top of the Purple Mountain, under the ruins, suddenly there was a powerful and simple figure, as if awakened from the coffin, rushing into the sky, but there was no half of the breath of life!

One, two, three...... Until the end, a total of eleven figures floated in the air one after another.

But the strange thing is that these eleven figures have dead white complexions, like dead corpses, and the lower half of their bodies are close to phantoms, floating uncertainly, as if they will be blown away by the wind at any time.

"W-what are these?ghosts?gods?!"

Some grandmasters from thousands of miles away stared at each other, and while they could barely see these ethereal figures, their heads seemed to explode blank, and they could only smack their tongues.

"The eleventh generation of the deceased Lingzi Luo Chongshan, the tenth generation of the Lingzi Lin Jiutian ......"

"I'm afraid of these...... They are all the spiritual sons of the Lingmen for generations!" The old man riding the tiger was obviously well-informed, but at this time, when he saw this dead white figure, he couldn't help but say with a solemn face.

"How is this possible? Aren't they all old and dead?!"

Countless people had the same doubt in their hearts, and they looked up at the eleven figures, frightened.

"No wonder, the spiritual gate is going to be destroyed by An Qilin, and I haven't seen any door masters come forward. ”

"It turns out that the previous generation of Lingzi has died, and now, like the Lingzi of all generations, there is only a trace of divine soul left, which is stored in the world. ”

Qin Mu was not half frightened by these dead people, but saw through the mystery at a glance.

The previous generation of Lingzi, apparently at the end of the year, had comprehended the vision of heaven and earth, stepped into the realm of Baodan Heavenly Master, and then died at the end of his life, within the Lingmen, headed by An Qilin, the twelfth generation of Lingzi.

And the Heavenly Master of Baodan, even after death, can rely on the Dantian Baodan, and then with the help of some unknown secret methods, a wisp of divine soul can be placed in the world, so as to survive.

But this kind of stealing and surviving seems to be able to live forever, but it can only be active in this spiritual gate, constantly tormented by the passage of time, neither human nor ghost, and there is no place for them between heaven and earth.

"Hahaha! Sure enough, God is still on my side! I am the final winner!" An Qilin saw the generations of Lingzi, even if he was extremely embarrassed at this time, he couldn't help but laugh wildly, as if the victory had been decided.

Because the eleventh generation of Lingzi Luo Chongshan, who appeared at the end, rushed out of the ruins at the same time, he took advantage of the situation in his hand and captured Luo Shui who was lying on the ground!

"Put her down. ”

Qin Mu's voice was as cold as still water, and when it reached the ears of these eleven spirit sons, it was even more like an ice abyss!

Even these spirit sons whose bodies had died couldn't help but shudder!

"What a glorious majesty! After a thousand years, even if it is the second generation of my Lingmen Lingzi, I'm afraid it is not as good as you. The fifth-generation Lingzi said admittedly.