Chapter 1362: Yun Mengze

Sou!

Lin Xun's figure rose into the sky, standing out of thin air, and the huge divine consciousness spread, covering every corner of the audience in an instant.

Countless voices rang out, the sound of drinking with cups and cups, the sound of noisy conversations, the sound of ruts crushing the ground......

A huge city, red dust and everything, all living beings, all kinds of hearts.

But in the end, Lin Xun found nothing.

He returned to the courtyard and took a closer look, and found that the Dao Pattern Forbidden Array had not encountered any invasion.

In the end, Lin Xun looked at Meng Qiujing, the elder of the inner sect of the Tongtian Sword Sect who died violently on the ground, and made a judgment that the other party was killed by some kind of force.

"Master, it's because of the name he said that triggered the forbidden spell power in his body, which produced a backlash and took away his form and god. ”

Xiao Yin's figure came out of Meng Qiujing's body and made a judgment.

Baqi!

Of course, Lin Xun will not forget this name.

This is a quasi-emperor, from a place called "Yin Xinghai" in the Yin Peerless Ancient Domain, who once supported Yun Qingbai, and also personally led the Lin family's bloody case!

Meng Qiujing and Yun Qingbai are just chess pieces-like characters after all.

Lin Xun was silent for a moment, his sleeve robe waved, and Meng Qiujing's body suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared.

Xiaoyin asked, "Master, what should I do with this person?"

"Give him a way to live. ”

Lin Xun said casually, "He is Meng Qiujing's son, and he will definitely be useful in the future." ”

Xiaoyin nodded, grabbed it, picked up Song Qingyun who was unconscious, and walked away.

Lin Xun sat alone in the courtyard, carrying a wine gourd and drinking silently.

Just tonight, he already roughly knew the truth about the bloody case that year, and finally knew who the real murderer was.

Thinking of the dead Yun Qingbai and Meng Qiujing, he inevitably felt a little bored in his heart, and in the end, only two chess pieces died?

This made Lin Xun a little unwilling.

"Baqi...... Baqi ...... I'll find you!"

After a long time, Lin Xun took a deep breath, and a touch of determination flashed in his dark eyes.

The enemy is a quasi-emperor, and he is from outside the ancient wasteland, and he doesn't know how far away, but so what?

As long as you become stronger step by step, sooner or later, even if you step through the Yin Peerless Ancient Domain, you will find out the culprit!

A few days later, Lin Xun left Bai Yujing.

Originally, he planned to continue to take revenge on Meng Rong and the Nine Emperor Princes Zhao Jingzhen, but after many inquiries, he found that the other party disappeared without a trace as if he had evaporated out of thin air.

Lin Xun guessed that the other party was only afraid that he had been prepared, and after learning the news of his killing of the saint, he had already gone into hiding in a panic.

This made Lin Xun helpless.

However, now that Yun Qingbai and Meng Qiujing are dead, only the two small roles of Meng Rong and Zhao Jingzhen are left, and they can't make any waves at all.

In the future, as long as they dare to take the lead, it will be their death time!

......

Half a month later, Lin Xun joined Lao Clam and Zhao Jingxuan, left Mobai Prefecture, where the Lingbao Holy Land was located, and went to the Beidou Realm.

Yunmengze is located in the extreme north of the Beidou realm.

It is a vast mountainous area that retains the original features of ancient times, full of lakes, mountains, dense forests, and wastelands......

Huge colorful butterfly birds soar into the void, crying and shaking the sky, on the wasteland, the fierce beasts are galloping, roaring like a torrent, shaking the heavens and the earth.

From time to time, you can see that the snow-white ape, which is as tall as a mountain, jumps up to the sky, and as soon as it grabs it, it drags down a giant bird, tears it alive and eats it.

There are also swarms of golden ants the size of thumbs, and wherever they pass, the rocks are gnawed into powder and scattered with dust.

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