The moon sets and the stars are scarce.

Mullin had a strange dream.

He became a great demon king, ruling nine heavens and ten earths, and worshipping by thousands of people.

The screen turns.

It was pitch black in front of him, and he saw the back of a man, which shook the sky and the earth.

At a certain moment.

He met a nine-colored deer, whose life was in danger, and he only relied on a lotus in his hand to sustain his life.

I couldn't bear it, so I rescued the nine-colored deer casually, and sent it to a creation, and disappeared silently.

I don't know how many years have passed, the nine-colored deer broke through the emperor realm with the help of the seal of the lotus throne, and was known as the Linglong Emperor.

It went to look for the footsteps of its benefactor, but unexpectedly, it met the Demon Emperor.

The two sides engaged in a great battle, and in the end, the Linglong Heavenly Emperor was attacked and plotted by others, and was hit hard.

That mysterious man appeared out of thin air again and resealed the seriously injured nine-colored deer.

Guarding the door with the Ice Emperor Flame, suppressing it with the sea of spiritual power, and using the body as a cage. Treat the betrayer as the grave keeper.

Exiled in the long river of time, waiting for someone destined to help.

Titled, Linglong Immortal Mansion!

I don't know how many years have passed, and something has changed suddenly.

The descendants of the tomb guard are greedy in their hearts, and the devil is born from their hearts.

colluded with foreigners, and used all means to restrain the layout of the cave and steal the opportunity.

“......”

In this way, vivid pictures flashed in front of my eyes.

Suddenly.

The majestic man turned his head and looked at Mu Lin.

That appreciative gaze, separated by the long river of history, thousands of years.

"Father!"

Mullin opened his mouth and shouted.

Although, his appearance was blurred, he felt a familiar aura, from the blood.

Mu Lin, a burst of excitement, woke up from a dream.

All the arrangements of the Linglong Immortal Mansion are related to my father, and it may also be the opportunity that my father gave me.

I need to get things done here as soon as possible and go looking for my father's steps.

......

In front of the Han family.

Mu Lin raised his hand and sent the people who stayed behind and flew out.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!

Whoosh!

Several flares exploded in the air. The people who searched around flocked to Han's house.

The figures were crowded, and the black pressed one.

A moment later.

Surround Mullin.

There are people from the Han family, and there are some new faces who are invited helpers.

There are many people.

Whew!

Two people flew in, the patriarch shivered, and the grandfather was cold.

"Little bunny, you're here to die!" Shiver sneered.

"Unexpectedly, he is really, the one who broke the Linglong Immortal Mansion!"

Han Xinghe, looking at the black-clothed young man in front of him, the deep eyes under the sword eyebrows, in the blink of an eye, were like a dormant dragon.

I can't help but think of that prophecy from a long time ago.

When the Child of Destiny appears, a new cycle will begin and everything will start anew.

Timid.

Twelfth level Spirit King!

He thought of his high rank, and he had confidence in his heart.

Mu Lin, looking at Han Xinghe, holding the imitation Demon Dragon Divine Spear in his hand, thought that in the dream, the descendants of the tomb keeper appeared as a traitor.

"Hmph!" he said disdainfully.

"Hmph, little evil beast, today is your death!"

Han Xinghe roared with a pale face. Mu Lin's words hit his pain points.

"Are you that little crumb of the Han family?"

"The little hairy boy who has not dried up!"

"Beast, wait for death!"

“......”

Everyone pointed and pointed, full of indifference, full of confidence.

"Little cub, grandpa is here!" a big man, the first to strike, sneak attack from behind.

Suddenly, a cold wind struck behind me.

Mu Lin didn't turn his head back, and kicked back.

"Boom!"

The big man, flying upside down hundreds of meters, crashed into the rocks. Pumping, fainting.

Everyone gasped, the fifteenth-level spirit king, one move was defeated.

Re-evaluate, the combat effectiveness of this kid in front of him.

"Die for it, little bunny!"

"Cloud Palm!"

A middle-aged man with a pockmarked face, who didn't believe in evil, sneaked up behind his back, and slapped his black palm on the back of Mu Lin's head.

"Smack!"

Mu Lin, who didn't even turn his head, slapped him in the face with his backhand.

Boom!

The middle-aged man flew out sideways, smashed into a few broken trees, and passed out.

Seventeenth-level Spirit King!

The crowd was shocked.

After all, there are many people and they are full of confidence.

"Up!" one shouted.

Everyone besieged and went up, and the figures were crowded, and the shadows of swords, guns, and swords killed Mu Lin.

"Bang! bang!"

Mu Lin's figure swayed, waving his fists, which could be called bravery, and he wailed.

Less than a moment.

Ten meters away, the city was besieged, and people were stacked on top of each other, as high as the city wall, moaning constantly, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

There is no just now, a condescending posture.

Mu Lin stepped on the back of a person with his left foot, and the person at his feet knelt on the ground, and actually cried in fright.

"Old man Han, can you change a new trick!"

Mu Lin looked at Shiver defiantly and mocked.

The patriarch shuddered, the head of the clan, the dignified twenty-ninth level Spirit Sect, when he was despised by a hairy boy, this kind of humiliation was unimaginable.

A palm slap out.

"Wind and Cloud Palm!"

A black whirlwind, tricky and erratic, erupted in a thrilling roar.

One of the Han family's stunts, Fengyun Palm, is famous for its insidious and vicious nature.

There are countless masters who have died under this palm.

"Just in time!"

Mu Lin's eyes revealed battle intent.

"Flame Ice Shield!"

A diamond-shaped shield made a dazzling arc in the air, colliding with the black air mass.

Boom!

The mountains shook and the dust flew.

The human-shaped city wall exploded in an instant, threw into the sky, and then fell, completely silent.

"Poof!"

Shiver spurted out a mouthful of blood, suffered internal injuries, and lost a move.

Mullin was secretly surprised, I was just a passive defense, but it was so effective.

He didn't know that the colorless spirit seal fused with the nine-colored deer, the spirit seal had been upgraded, and the power of the spirit skill could not be the same.

There was a look of horror in his eyes.

Just now, the moment the palm shadow came into contact with the shield, a violent spiritual power came back, burning with his own spiritual power.

"This is the opportunity of the Linglong Immortal Mansion!"

"If I devour him, it won't be all mine!"

The greed on the shiver's face was even stronger.

"Little bunny, take your life!"

People come with the wind.

"Flame Palm!"

"Broken Cloud Palm!"

is worthy of being the patriarch of the Han family, with spiritual skills, speed, agility, and rapid increase in attacks, and several Han family stunts in the blink of an eye.

The chilling breath of ice and fire came to his face.

Mu Lin's divine consciousness rotated, capturing the palm path, or fist or palm or knee, easily dissolved.

Violent explosions rang out all around, and rubble flew.

Shiver relies on his own cultivation to be advanced and attacks in close quarters.

"Hmph!" a sneer flashed in Mu Lin's eyes.

Head on.

"Bang! bang!"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves later.

Bang!

One-hit collision.

Shivering, he took dozens of steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. roared.

"The true body of the mad lion!"

"Nima's, there's no end!" Mu Lin scolded.

Dodge up.

Bang!

The sky was raining blood.

The fist blessed by Mu Lin's ice spiritual flame forcibly broke his spiritual skill transformation, and even exploded his body, which can be called brave.

Just now, just playing with him and becoming proficient in his own fighting style, he was still treating himself as a green onion.

Right now.

"Whoosh!"

A magic spear strikes from behind.

Dragon Sharpshooter!

"Hmph!" Mu Lin snorted coldly.

The spear that had come from the sneak attack suddenly disappeared.

Han Yuntian, his heart was shocked, and he lost control of the magic gun.

"Sneak attack!You'll only sneak attack!" Mu Lin looked at Han Yuntian and said with disdain.

"You...... What kind of demon technique is used!" Han Yuntian asked in surprise. Apparently not relieved.

"Heh! I want to know, then let you go to your master!" Mu Lin sneered.

Mu Lin thought secretly: "The true body of the Demon Dragon Divine Spear is suppressed in the Netherworld Abyss, not to mention this imitation of yours!"

"Little Bunny! You ......"

When Han Yuntian heard Mu Lin's words, he retreated for some reason.

Shout.

"Ghost Monty Python!"

"Whoosh!"

A giant python, with sharp fangs, swam towards Mu Lin at great speed, and the venom emitted from its mouth quickly withered the surrounding trees.

Mullin turned around and easily dodged.

"Whoosh!"

Han Yuntian, seeing that a move failed, turned around and fled.

"What a move!" said Mullin, mockingly.

Mu Lin said unhurriedly.

"Emperor Killing Seal Second Skill: Netherworld Abyss!"

"Is this ......?"

As long as the peak of thousands of miles, an old man was shocked.

The Netherworld Abyss came, and a miserable howl gradually stopped.

Just a moment.

The elite children of the Han family, none of them were spared, and all perished.

The remaining old, weak, young and disabled will not set off much storm.

Mu Lin looked at everything in front of him, ruins and broken walls, corpses and bones everywhere, and there was no sympathy.

If I don't have the strength to do it today, the corpse below will become me.

And who weeps for me!

A moment later.

Mullin spread his wings and left.

"Hula!"

The flesh on the ground slowly wriggled until it formed a human form with two horns on its head.

"Waste, what a waste!" seemed to despise Han Yuntian's incompetence.

If Mu Lin was here, he would definitely recognize him as the head of the Han family.

Chill!

With a wave of his hand, a black scythe burst out.

The rest, the old, the weak, the women and the children, the voices of pain did not come out, and the heads were severed, and they all died.

He was holding a black scroll in his hand, and the phantom was the evidence of Mu Lin's crime in killing the Han family.