There are only twenty or thirty disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion in the secret room, and with Lin Yiran's current strength, if he wants to transform the sword into twenty or thirty, it is just an instantaneous effort.

"He's out, everyone, let's vent the poison!"

At this moment, puffs of colorful smoke poured from outside the secret room, and it looked like they were trying to poison Lin Yizhi with poison gas.

But Lin Yiran was originally an invulnerable body, how could he be poisoned by these poisonous gases, he slowly walked towards the door, thinking only about how to kill these disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion, like a killing god!

When he walked out of the door, he saw the frightened expressions of those disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion again. However, Lin Yiran didn't bother to pay attention to them at all now, and directly cast the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, which also stabbed these Flying Feather Pavilion disciples into a hornet's nest.

There were more disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion than Lin Yiran imagined, so he killed the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion who were outside the secret room, and immediately rushed up another batch.

But where are they Lin Yiran's opponents, every time a group of people rush up, they will immediately fall under Lin Yiran's Ten Thousand Sword Technique, and everyone's death is only worse than the other, because Lin Yiran doesn't care about the strength of the Flying Feather Pavilion disciples who rushed up, as long as they dare to rush up, they will definitely suffer from Lin Yiran's crazy counterattack.

I don't know how many batches of people have fallen, and finally no one dares to rush up to deal with Lin Yiran anymore, after all, their fellow sects who have reached the middle stage of the Hanging Realm have all died under Lin Yiran's hands, and they don't even have the power to resist.

The strongest of the remaining Flying Feather Pavilion disciples now was only in the early stage of the Dan Realm, so how could they be Lin Yiran's opponents. But because they were afraid that they would become Lin Yiran's target if they moved around, they could only stand in place.

"Come on, let's go together!" Lin Yiran laughed, the blood of countless Flying Feather Pavilion disciples had already dyed him into a bloody man, and he looked very hideous.

Those disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion looked at each other, looking frightened but not daring to make a sound, for fear that if they made a sound, they would die as soon as they spoke. For a while, all that remained on the entire Broken Dragon Island was the sound of the wind and the trembling breathing of the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion.

Lin Yiran coldly looked at those disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion who did not dare to move and were full of horror, and the picture of Fang Xiaoyun being wiped on his neck not long ago immediately appeared in front of him, and then he wanted to save Fang Xiaoyun but was stopped by those disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion.

"It's all you, kill my senior sister!" Lin Yiran's voice resounded throughout the entire Broken Dragon Island, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand was thrown into the air.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted, and those Flying Feather Pavilion disciples began to flee in different directions.

"Die!" With Lin Yiran's shout, the bodies of those Flying Feather Pavilion disciples who were fleeing in all directions were poked out of several blood holes, and then they fell to the ground, and no one knew how they died.

But Lin Yiran was still not satisfied with this, he kept looking for the remnants of the Flying Feather Pavilion disciples on Broken Dragon Island, and when he found one, he killed one mercilessly, no matter whether the other party was male or female, age, or strength. As long as they are dressed in the costumes of the Flying Feather Pavilion, they will not escape death.

However, he also discovered that today's Broken Dragon Island was full of people from the Flying Feather Pavilion, which also saved him the trouble of identifying whether the person he found was a disciple of the Flying Feather Pavilion.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Yiran searched Broken Dragon Island several times, and after confirming that there was no living person on Broken Dragon Island, he directly lay down on the ground.

"Hahaha......"

Lin Yiran laughed, but although it was laughter, it didn't sound like a little happy at all, but full of sadness and anger!

Then he burst into tears. He hated it so much, hated why he couldn't protect the people around him and let the people around him die one after another.

Why did Feng Yangxi take away the dearest people around him one after another, and why did Tian Huanxue's father have something to do with this?

Did he do something wrong that God punished himself like this?

No, the direct sinner who caused all this is Feng Yangxi, whether he did all this because he obeyed Tian Hongyi's instructions or not, he must first seek revenge from Feng Yangxi.

Thinking of this, Lin Yiran turned his head sideways, and just saw the three big words "Flying Feather Pavilion", and an angry flame gushed out of his heart. He stood up and looked around, looking for a target to vent his anger, and finally found that apart from the corpses all there was on the ground, the immovable Flying Feather Pavilion, the attic, and other buildings.

Since you can't find a target to vent your anger, let's vent your anger on the entire island!

With this thought in his heart, Lin Yiran stepped on the void and came to the top of the Broken Dragon Island Enchantment, and then mobilized the endless aura in his body, and through the meridians of the fire attribute, it turned into a raging flame outside his body.

It didn't take long for the raging flame to slowly turn into the form of a giant dragon, and when the dragon took shape, it let out a low groan that resounded through the sky and was different from before.

In the past, when the dragon was formed, the low moaning sound was very intimidating, but this time, this low moan was mixed with a trace of sadness and anger, as if it was venting Lin Yiran's emotions.

Then the dragon swung its tail and circled twice in the air before quickly sweeping towards the Flying Feather Attic.

In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon had already crashed into the towering attic of the Flying Feather Pavilion, covering its surface with a dazzling red fire.

As the fire dragon scurried around, the red flames became more and more intense, the attic squeaked and collapsed, and the words "Flying Feather Pavilion" became more and more blurred, and finally slowly turned into ashes in the raging fire.

Then not only the attic, but also any building on Broken Dragon Island was burned down by the fire dragon.

Soon, the Flying Feather Pavilion and its outbuildings were all in ruins, leaving only ashes on the ground!

But even so, Lin Yiran hadn't relieved his anger yet, he was still continuously transporting the spiritual energy in his body to the fire dragon, so that the fire dragon's momentum did not weaken after the rage, but became stronger!

After burning the Flying Feather Pavilion, Lin Yiran continued to control the fire dragon to wreak havoc in the woods outside the Flying Feather Pavilion, he wanted to burn everything on Broken Dragon Island to vent the hatred in his heart!

At this time, looking at Broken Dragon Island from the outside, he could only see the monstrous firelight and black smoke covering Broken Dragon Island. People with good deeds came to the outside of Broken Dragon Island one after another, either stopping and standing and looking upward, or watching from a distance with flying swords.

On this day, the events that happened on the Flying Feather Pavilion would shake the entire Hanging Realm!