"Boy, you want to shake the big tree of my Lin family in the form of a mayfly, yes or no?"

A loud roar resounded in the sky above the Lin Mansion, and then, the shadows of the burning flames, one after another, appeared there at a crazy and rapid speed, at this moment, their speed surpassed the streamer, but it was like lightning in the sky.

On the ground, as far as the eye could see, the shadows burning with various flames, one after another, exuded a terrifying aura, and even the space around them was distorted.

There were ten people in total, and the red and golden runes were vibrating and evolving, and they were circulating. These ten people are all god-transforming monks. At this moment, they lined up, their eyes wide open, staring at the smiling young man on the ground.

Lin Jialuo died, and it was just a young man of the Lin family who fell with a mediocre appearance, and when Feng Zongnan died, they even smiled at the Feng family. But Lin Poji died, and what died was the future of the Lin family.

This young man ruined the Lin family's plan and the future of the Lin family. Therefore, today, this son will die, and there is some hatred, which can only be sacrificed with blood.

"Okay, look at your appearance, come, shoot. ”

Without waiting for the ten members of the Lin family to speak, Bai Ye opened his mouth with a light smile. At this moment, he didn't reveal his unique heavy pupils, his eyes just shone with scarlet and purple eyes, staring at these people with endless battle intent.

He descended from the wedding ceremony of the two families in the wind forest, and was born out of thin air, killing all the enemies one after another, all of them did not give him the desire to fight, and the kid who had just wielded the giant sword aroused a little, but unfortunately, he was also crushed and killed by him with absolute strength.

And these people in front of them, their cultivation, have reached the stage of transformation that ordinary monks can't reach in their lifetimes. The scorching breath that permeated the air, the unique strength that belonged to the Transformation Stage, and the incomparably powerful coercion all stirred up something in his blood.

The will to fight, the will to soar to the sky. There is a breath in the heart, which can fill the sea and level the peak. At this moment, the white night is in such a state, he wants to fight a bloody battle, a hearty battle, just to calm the restlessness that comes from his flowing blood.

"Boy, die to the old man. ”

And what made everyone in the Lin family even more anxious was that before they could open their mouths and make a move, Lin Poji's master was the first to evolve the endless miraculous runes and made a move.

The earthy yellow runes evolved as he flipped his hand, turning into a mountain river tens of thousands of zhang in size, shattering the void, and with the majestic aura of endless vicissitudes, it went towards the white night.

"Over the Mountains and Printing ......"

At this moment, the first to fall silent was the Lin family. Legend has it that in the north, there is a seal method, and those who have achieved something in cultivation can turn their hands into mountains with this seal, and suppress all enemies in the world with the power of the endless earth.

And this seal method is a super Dao inheritance of the attacking technique. "It turns out that the sect that broke the pole really came from Baishulou........."

With the sound of this sigh, the young man on the ground below had already swung his fist straight up, shaking the mountain that had been turned over. The real touch, the endless oppressive force, and the terrifying runic blessings all told the young man that this was a magical power that could threaten his life.

"Come on. ”

The white night roared, and the demonic power clothes on the surface of his body were dispersed in front of everyone's eyes, leaving only a pair of trousers, and the rest of the power was restrained by him in his body and condensed in flesh and blood.

"Boom-"

When the fist collided with the mountain, its sound was like thunder in the sky, shocking all the onlookers. Black and white lines, Fan Lifa, vertical and horizontal, above his fist, evolved wildly.

At this moment, Bai Ye's qi became crazy and strong. He swung his fist, but saw nine purple moons slowly emerging in the sky, and then turned, falling in the rotation, and suddenly confronted the mountain peak formed by the flip.

In the midst of the flying sand and rocks in the sky, the young man jumped up from the flat ground, like a ghost, like a wild beast. He swung his fists, exuding a misty black and white edge, showing a peerless ferocity.

For Bai Ye, who has reached the infancy stage, the sickle method is no longer the sickle method. Even without the help of incineration, he can still perform it very well.

"The kid is arrogant. ”

Lin Poji's master roared angrily, he was also a physical cultivator, in the face of Bai Ye's almost provocative hard shock, he had already been very angry with him, he vowed to swing his peak punch and blast this junior who didn't know what to do to pieces.

The bright earthy yellow light filled his body, and the earthy yellow lines, with an ancient and desolate aura, were blessed on his fists, giving people a feeling of being as heavy as a mountain.

"Looks like it's not our turn......"

In the heavenly dome, a middle-aged man with a burning flame sighed, he was also a god-transforming monk, and he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that punch. If it were him to bear the punch, he would ask himself, if not dead, he would be reduced to half a waste.

"Yes, it's really cheap that arrogant boy, but it's a pity that my fire of all things is a pain in the heart. Another old man laughed and let out a cruel sound, and his body, burning, a Dawson's white flame, jumping, giving people a sense of cloudiness.

"yes, it's a pity, it's cheaper for this kid. ”

............

However, they were disappointed, not only them, but also Lin Poji's master, who was not only disappointed, but also shocked. With a shattering sound of bones, he withdrew his fist in anger and retreated.

"How is that possible......"

The old man stared at the young man opposite, looking at this young man who had taken his pinnacle punch lightly in the midst of the suppression of countless gods.

On the sky, in the incessant wind, the young man's white hair fluttered in all directions, like a river of stars falling. He laughed heartily and reached out his left hand, rubbing his right hand, which was already bloody and had lost its original shape.

His demon god body, since he smashed the field in the Lin family, has finally suffered a decent injury. When a cold wind blew, Bai Ye made a decision that only a madman would make.

"Xiaoya, bring me a shower of rain. ”

This heavenly dome, with Bai Ye's words, instantly became dark, and even the wind that blew through everyone's bodies became damp.

The smell of earth fills the air.

Everyone was speechless, everyone was completely speechless, could this young man still be able to speak at will? However, the truth was cruel, and Bai Ye's words once again hit the fragile hearts of the monks.

The rain fell in response to the sound, like a scoop, like the wrath of the sky. A silent rain curtain shrouded the gloomy world here, and this farce was performed so far, and the remaining onlookers were all monks.

The next moment, the ten gods of the Lin family, who were watching in the sky, moved. They were in flames in the rain curtain, different colors, like flame madness, and the same black and white shadows collided wildly in the rain curtain.

Wherever they passed, the runes were gone, and even the space was shattered. Everything was in ruin, and one after another the Lin family's magical powers, attack spells, were evolved by them, and they smashed towards the ghostly young man like money.

The beginning of all this was because the young man had become arrogant enough to challenge all of them at the same time. Therefore, they could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts, and at the same time, they used their strongest attack methods to suppress this young man who seemed to them to be extremely arrogant.

"Boy, give you Grandpa Lin to die!"

The old man just now roared angrily, and with the change of the seal in his hand, a grand white lotus flower, burning with a white flame, frantically slammed into Bai Ye's back.

However, what greeted him was the vertical and horizontal path of youth that contained the pinnacle of evolution. "Poof-" The old man spat blood from his mouth and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared and punched himself in the chest.

I saw him rise into the sky in this surging flame, and the next moment, a magnificent and shining purple wolf head appeared in the sky. At this moment of white night, his eyes had changed to the appearance of heavy pupils, and he looked down at the group of monks below, and in the high battle intent, there was endless killing opportunities.

"Starpower, greedy wolf. ”

The terrifying devouring power emanated from the slowly opening wolf head, and a little purple star light emerged from the surrounding of the wolf head, counting Lin Poji's master, a full eleven god-transforming monks, at this moment, showed unprecedented panic.

They can't move. The purple wolf head was a terrifying confinement for them, a feeling of pressure, and a fear from the heart.

What they don't know is that this is the Terrans, born with a fear of the stars. From the Flood to this era, from the beginning of the birth of mankind far ago, they lived under the skies of this world with awe and a thirst for power.

The performance of the greedy wolf, for today's white night, is still not enough to kill them. But even so, it's enough. Blood-colored mist, silent, emerged from the forest mansion.

Mountains of dry bones, a sea of blood, a cracked earth, a gray sky, and a heavy dead air, everything in this scene makes people feel suffocated.

At this moment, everyone in the Lin family felt as if they were in another world. It was a world of destruction and death, where there were no living creatures, only the sudden smell of the dry bones.

"Today, I am a tree...... All are mayflies. ”

In these cold words, the blood-colored picture evolved wildly, and after the ten god cultivators who had been temporarily imprisoned were freed from the predicament, they found that the Lin family behind them had been reduced to a river of blood.

All of them fell in pools of blood, dying with life, bent and weak, their hands rising and falling slowly, but falling quickly.

At this moment, the young man they had always looked down on, the ant in the infancy, destroyed their family. There was no resistance, no one rose up.

This is the game that White Night has laid out from the beginning, a game of lore.

Bai Ye knew that when the blood mist dissipated, the only ones who could survive would be monks who had reached the middle level of the Yuan Infant Stage.

But in a family, how many people can cultivate to the Yuan Infant Stage?

............