"If you don't want to die too ugly, kill yourself." Ling Wuxian was expressionless, and said lightly, his eyes calm. In his eyes, the Heavenly Yin Ancestor was dead, but the way he died was different.

"Speak wildly, look for death." The Heavenly Yin Ancestor was enraged by Ling Wuxian's disregarded gaze. As the descendant of the Hades clan, it was the first time in his life that he was so ignored, and even the Abyss didn't dare to ignore him at the beginning.

He had completely forgotten that he was no longer the night he had been.

With a roar of rage, Tianyin Ancestor jumped up and slapped his palm towards Ling Wuxian's chest.

"Brother Ling, be careful!" Meng Luo's expression changed, she could see that the palm of Tianyin Ancestor was stronger than last time by more than one level, this old guy not only saved his life, but his strength was also exhausted by leaps and bounds.

Ling Wuxian smiled faintly and slapped his palm out casually. The light drifting palm, spontaneous and natural, like the sky floating clouds, the shape of the amorphous meaning is long, seemingly light, but contains endless power.

"Bang", Tianyin Ancestor watched this bland palm fall on him, and watched his chest sink at a speed that was within reach of the naked eye.

The sea of qi collapsed in an instant, all the meridian bones were shattered into pieces, and all the innate vitality also escaped with it.

"The Grandmaster Realm turned out to be the Grandmaster Realm!" The body collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, and the Tianyin Ancestor finally knew the strength of the young man in front of him, and it turned out to be the Grandmaster realm.

Tianyin Old Ancestor's eyes were bitter and dazed: When did the master of the Sect Saint Realm become so worthless?

Feeling that the vitality was constantly flowing with the vitality, he knew that this time it was inevitable to die. It was not easy to take away the resurrection, and it was not easy to cultivate the strength of the peak of Tianyuan with this rubbish to the extreme, who knows, but he was slapped to death by someone so inexplicably.

Thinking about his deep hatred and hatred, thinking of his lifelong wish, he has too much unwillingness and too much helplessness in his heart. Could it be that this is his fate?

"Who are you?" Tianyin Ancestor asked with difficulty. If he had asked this question earlier, he might have escaped death, but it was obviously too late to ask, but it would have made him die a little more clearly.

"Liuyun Sect, Ling Wuxian." Ling Wuxian said indifferently.

"It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you." Tianyin Ancestor smiled bitterly and hung his head weakly.

He finally understood that it was not that the masters of the Sect Holy Realm had become worthless, but that his luck was so good that he actually met the most mysterious and powerful master of the younger generation.

Behind the Tianyin Ancestor, the triangular eyes that were still full of ambition and ready to show off their skills just now heard Ling Wuxian's name, his face turned pale with fright, his whole body trembled like a sifting chaff, and he turned around and fled desperately, as for the Tianyin Ancestor? At this time, who can take care of him.

With this kind of small role, Ling Wuxian didn't bother to do it at all, and let him escape. However, Monroe didn't want to let this guy go, so she decisively drew her sword and made up for it. After being hit by Monroe's sword, the triangular eye spurted blood from his mouth, and continued to run forward. Monroe estimated that this guy was dead, and she didn't continue to chase it.

"Wow, Brother Ling, it turns out that you are so powerful." Turning around, Meng Luo looked at Ling Wuxian who was standing in front of her, cheering with a look of adoration and a nymphomaniac, and then jumped into Ling Wuxian's arms like an eight-clawed octopus. One