Yang lin?

As soon as he heard this name, Rhine suddenly gasped, although he hadn't really seen Yang Lin, but he had also heard of Yang Lin's name.

Dragon Prince!

This is the title given to Yang Lin by those who do good deeds. Although this title only tells others that Yang Lin is only Lin Canglan's son, can ordinary people call it a dragon? This is also a recognition of Yang Lin's strength by others.

For a while, Rhine couldn't help but sweat profusely, but at the beginning, Yang Lin and Lin Canglan almost wiped out the entire Holy See, the Kingdom of God, and the Blood Clan, and the tripartite forces could be said to be greatly damaged, but Yang Lin and Lin Canglan were still alive and well.

"Yang, Yang Lin, sir, this, this is a misunderstanding!" A trace of cold sweat broke out on Rhine's forehead, and his voice stammered.

He is a strong man, a half-step mythical powerhouse who has mastered the spirit weapon, but his strength in front of Yang Lin is not enough at all, the two are not a grade of existence at all, especially if he easily crushed his spirit weapon just now, as if he had broken a child's toy.

"Get out!"

Yang Lin just coldly spit out a word, but Rhine stayed for a long time, he was really scared at this time, he knew that he was learning Chinese, who knows what Yang Lin's rolling word means?

Get lost!

Yang Lin burst out with an angry roar at Rhine again, and suddenly, Rhine's body began to tremble violently, and his body had begun to roll uncontrollably, and with a bang, the whole person immediately turned into a rolling gourd. Leaving this oasis directly.

The law comes out with words!

Yang Lin just spit out a word, and Rhine immediately couldn't bear it. Straight out of the way.

The current Yang Lin's strength can only be described in four words: unfathomable, and his strength is improving almost all the time. Every second counts a huge improvement.

"Hehe, Yang Lin, your means are really getting bigger and bigger!" The Holy Maiden Luo Daier stared at Yang Lin, but there was murder in her eyes. "Lotelle?" Yang Lin's voice carried a hint of indifference: "What, you want to kill me?" “

"Yang Lin, what can you be? There is no dragon king by your side, do you really think you can still do whatever you want? Luo Dai'er said coldly, how terrifying Yang Lin's strength was, Luo Dai'er had naturally tasted it herself.

Let alone. Yang Lin just smashed Rhine's weapon with his own hands, saying that Yang Lin was weak, who would believe it?

However, when Luo Daier said this, her purpose is just to throw bricks and attract jade, but she has her own real purpose.

"Yang Lin?" Suddenly, a low voice echoed in Yang Lin's ears, Yang Lin couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and when he looked back, he saw a man striding towards him. The aura on this person's body is a little terrifying, and it comes step by step, bringing people an indescribable sense of oppression, and as he walks. But it has a terrifying force.

There are faint flashes of Zen light on his body, and the flickering of light makes people can't help but have a feeling of yearning.

This is the Ashoka of Hinduism!

Suddenly, someone whispered.

Hinduism?

Yang Lin suddenly remembered Da Shalasha, who was shot to death by himself in Yixian Tower. That Dasharasa seems to be the son of the Ashoka in front of him.

"Yang Lin, you are really bold. How dare you kill my son! Ashoka came to Yang Lin and made a strong voice. His voice was thunderous, creating a stronger sense of oppression.

Luo Dai'er's face on the side couldn't help but change slightly, she did know that the strength of this Ashoka was unfathomable, the era of his fame was much older than his own, and he only lost to Lin Duan once in his life, for so many years, no one can be sure how much the strength of this Ashoka has improved.

Luo Daier didn't expect that she would actually summon such a great god.

"Your son?" Yang Lin couldn't help but sneer, and said slowly: "Da Sha Lasha, is it?" Speaking of which, I just want to settle accounts with you, your son actually dares to tease my woman, presumably because you, the father, are not strict in discipline, and the son is not the fault of the father, it seems that you are not a good thing to be a father! ”

Hearing such Lin's words, Ashoka laughed angrily: "A good son is not the fault of his father, I want to see what kind of little beast the dragon king gave birth to!" ”

As he spoke, a cloud of nine-colored Zen light erupted from all over Ashoka's body, and he was about to attack Yang Lin.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, a cold voice passed in the ears of several people, and then I saw a man wearing a long robe and carrying a spirit sword behind his back slowly walked out: "Ashoka, can you give me this kid, I will kill him with my own hands, I want the dragon king to know what is called the pain of a wounded son!" ”

This person is the sword god Gu Changfeng!

There was a burst of exclamation in the crowd, this Gu Changfeng stared at Yang Lin, but his eyes were full of murderous intent and he wanted to dismantle Yang Lin to eight pieces.

Sword God Gu Changfeng?

Yang Lin was also slightly stunned when he first heard this name, he didn't know what he had to do with this Gu Changfeng, but at this time, he had more or less the face to understand, feeling that his father had killed someone's son, and his father had repaid his debts, and this Gu Changfeng directly settled the account on Yang Lin's head.

Gu Changfeng?

Ashoka couldn't help but be slightly stunned, stared at it and said coldly: "Let it be given to you?" This Yang Lin, kill my son, how can I let it go to you? ”

"Ashoka, I know that your strength is strong, but my sword god Gu Changfeng is not for nothing!" Gu Changfeng stared at Ashoka and said coldly: "You give Yang Lin to me, as long as you enter the treasure, I will help you?" ”

"Hmph, Sword God Gu Changfeng, in this case, you might as well take it out and fool the three-year-old child!" Ashoka couldn't help but sneer: "Your words are not worth believing me!" ”

Gu Changfeng pulled out the spirit sword behind his back, and in an instant, a sword qi went straight through the sky, exuding a cold killing power, and an indestructible sword qi instantly spread out in all directions, and his eyes fell on Ashoka's body, his gaze seemed to be able to condense into sword qi, and fell on Ashoka's heart, if the strength was slightly weak, I was afraid that the heart would really stop beating.

This Gu Changfeng also seems to have pierced a crack in the Heavenly Gate, and it won't be long before he can break through the realm of transforming gods.

Yang Lin's mind couldn't help but move slightly.

If an ordinary monk cracked such a gap, he would be able to break through the god and condense the mana seed in less than ten days and half a month, but Yang Lin was not good yet, and it was impossible without three or five years.

hum

Ashoka snorted coldly, his voice was like thunder, boom, the sword qi condensed by his eyes shattered, Gu Changfeng's body trembled slightly, and a touch of surprise appeared on his face.

Suck! "Ashoka and Gu Changfeng, if these two people really deal with Yang Lin, I'm afraid that this Yang Lin will definitely not be able to stop it." "However, it's hard to say, you see, this Ashoka and Gu Changfeng, they don't seem to deal with each other very much, maybe, this is the glimmer of life of this Yang Lin!"

"Hmph, I don't care if you sleep and kill Yang Lin, but he must die today for this Yang Lin!" At this time, suddenly a deep voice was transmitted to everyone's ears, and then I saw a big man walk out, this is an Indian, the body is colorful, but the appearance is a little hideous, and the body exudes a trace of evil energy.

This is the leader of the Demon Worship Sect!

Someone in the crowd heard a frightened voice, and at this time, this Demon Worship Sect Cultivator was staring at Yang Lin with a cold gaze, and there was a faint trace of black qi in his pupils, as if there were countless people suffering cruel torture in it.

"Yang Lin!" A low roar came out of the mouth of the Demon Worship Sect Master: "Don't worry, death is definitely not the end for you, I will detain your soul, and I will let your soul suffer eternal torment!" ”

Looking at this Demon Worship Sect Leader Yang Lin couldn't help but scratch his hair, and suddenly asked, "Did my father exterminate your Demon Worship Sect?" ”

Not bad!

The voice of the leader of the Demon Worship Sect was very cold: "Yang Lin, this is all your father's sin, since your father is not here, then, this sin will involve you, don't worry, after you die, I will go to your Huaxia, and then kill your mother and your sister, no, I will rape. Adulterate them, I will make them live forever and be my sex slave! ”

Yang Lin looked at the Demon Worship Sect Leader, but his eyes exuded a cold murderous intent: "Okay, I want to see how you did it!" “

At this time, Yang Lin somewhat understood why Lin Canglan didn't let Lin Duoduo go abroad, and even left the capital, it was too cheating, when did his father provoke so many enemies, and his strength was not enough to be Lin Canglan's son, this is definitely a matter of death.

"Yang Lin, you should die obediently!" Sword God Gu Changfeng's gaze suddenly fell on Yang Lin's body, and the sky-high sword qi pressed directly towards Yang Lin, although there was no attack, but the slightest sword qi was a dull pain in the skin of the irritating person.

"Don't you all rob me!" Emperor Ashoka suddenly strode towards Yang Lin, the wide monk's robe on his body was windless, hunting, and his pupils fell on Yang Lin's body and said coldly: "I give you the opportunity, kneel, bow to me, and believe that I am the only master in this world, this is your only chance!" ”

A mocking smile appeared on Yang Lin's face: "A bunch of waste, dare to threaten me?" It just so happens that I'm going to completely cut off the aftermath today! (To be continued......)