Under Elder Yin's strong pressure, Ling Huan's eyes were bloodshot, but he gritted his teeth. The terrifying pressure www.biquge.info the pen was about to break open his chest, and he couldn't speak again, just stared at Elder Yin fiercely, cold and deep, his eyes were not weak, only fierce.

Except for the fierce wind, there was a dead silence all around, everyone turned their eyes to Ling Huan, even the stewards who had been prostrate on the ground all raised their heads slightly, staring at Ling Huan in shock, there was no ridicule in their eyes, only shock and awe.

Even Dong Shuangbo, who hated Ling Huan to the core, and Master Dong had shock and admiration in their eyes, and there was even a trace of shame that they themselves were unaware of. Ask yourself, in such a situation, if it were to be yourself, don't say that you insist like Ling Huan, you are afraid that you will be able to kneel down with just one face.

"Huh?" Elder Yin's eyes showed surprise, and for the first time, he lost his indifferent arrogance, and even had a trace of shame and anger. She didn't hesitate any longer, but took a sudden step, extremely fast, and took more than ten steps in a row, only then did she flick her sleeves and shouted gloomily: "Mount Tai is overwhelming-"

With her original thoughts, even if she was a soul master's strength last time, she couldn't withstand it, let alone Ling Huan. But to her surprise, Ling Huan not only survived, but also seemed to be even more proud than her, which made her extremely embarrassed and angry.

I thought that at the beginning, she joined the sect much earlier than Yin Youmei, but she never thought that in the end, not only did the saint not succeed, but she didn't even catch the elder, and her cultivation was even lower than Yin Youmei, which made her psychology change, and even developed to betray the Xuanjiao and the Yin sect master who adopted her.

If it weren't for her, an internal traitor, Liu Er, an outsider, would not be able to sneak into the Xuanjiao and pretend to be a saint even if he was disguised again. Without her, Sect Master Yin, a master with uncertain whereabouts, would not be plotted by King Jin's people.

In the face of the ant-like Ling Huan, Elder Yin's hypocritical appearance could no longer be maintained, and the essence of having no bottom line was exposed, and he brazenly launched a double-sided blow against Ling Huan, which even the soul master could not withstand.

Unlike the third blow, although Elder Yin was ashamed and angry this time, and his movements were also very large, he was silently silent, as if this blow was just a strong outsider and a middle-class cadre.

But they all understood that the truth was definitely more terrifying than what they saw, and the anger of Elder Yin, who had always been cold and arrogant, was not so simple, they were afraid that Ling Huan would fall here.

In the hearts of Dong Shuangbo and Master Dong, they did not have the pleasure of revenge, but felt a deep shame, compared with Ling Huan, who was embarrassed at this time, they were more like clowns.

Sure enough, in the next breath, the sword held by Ling Huan in both hands seemed to be squeezed by some mysterious force, and it shook suddenly, making a tooth-souring sound, and the sword body quickly turned red, squeaking and bubbling, as if it would turn into molten iron at any time.

Ling Huan's clothes were windless and automatic, they exploded violently, beads of sweat rolled down, his expression turned extremely bewitching, and his body shook violently, as if there was a kind of power, pressing his body to the ground, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was dripping down.

In just twenty breaths, Ling Huan's eyes were as red as blood, and the bones of his whole body "crackled", making a terrible popping sound, as if he had reached the limit of bearing, and the next moment he would fall to the ground with a bang and turn into a puddle of flesh.

Please, Ling Huan, give up quickly, even if you give up at this time, you are still proud. Everyone's eyes were staring at Ling Huan, tears were overflowing from the corners of their eyes, and their hearts were so heavy that they couldn't breathe, and pulling the bellows was like that, which was even more difficult than Ling Huan.

"Ah......" There were two extremely fragile guys, under the weight of such a terrible atmosphere, screaming miserably, suddenly getting up, and rushing down the mountain one after another, shouting inexplicable words in their mouths as they ran.

"I'm Ling Huan, I'm very powerful, I defeated Elder Yin......"

"Ling Huan is terrible, he is a saint, no, he is a devil......"

Seeing this, the corners of Elder Yin's eyes twitched, and the expression under the mask was extremely ugly, but he didn't kill the two of them, but looked at Ling Huan coldly, bit his molars, and suddenly increased the pressure.

Ling Huan's body trembled even more violently, his clothes burst, his blood veins swelled violently, and there was a terrible muffled sound of flesh and bones cracking from his body, and his feet gradually sank, sinking several inches deep into the ground, but he still stood tall, proud and condensed.

With a "bang", the sword was finally overwhelmed and suddenly burst open. At the same time, in front of Ling Huan's body, there was a force that was even purer than his soul power, which suddenly appeared, blocking Elder Yin's power, and then seeping into Ling Huan's body, constantly repairing his damaged body.

Ling Huan's body and mind suddenly relaxed, he exhaled a turbid breath, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, he saw that the holy sword had appeared in his chess hall, and caused all the chess pieces to emit a thousand rays of light, moistening the depleted soul sea, and the soul power was recovering at a terrifying speed, and it became unprecedentedly pure.

Nourished by the pure soul power, the island where the Lanting stele is located, representing calligraphy, quickly became larger and taller, and became as tall as the chess hall and the piano hall. And his realm has also soared, rushing to the peak of the highest level in one fell swoop, and there is only a line between him and the realm of the soul master.

Although he had guessed before that the Holy Sword Qiushui was the axis of the magnetic Go, he never expected that the Holy Sword Qiushui would be so domineering and directly reincarnate him.

At this point, he had a kind of realization that all the holy things he absorbed were not physical objects, but the treasures that the Xuannu Fairy had refined with the holy soul power, and what was contained in them was the pure soul power of the saint, otherwise it would never have been destroyed by mortals.

At the same time, another doubt surfaced in his mind, that Yin Sect Master had already known that the holy relics could be absorbed, why did he not absorb them, but let them be obtained by himself, was he incapable, or had another purpose.

No, there are also various Horcruxes in Lao Tzu's Soul Sea, and when I become holy, aren't these Horcruxes holy relics? Ling Huan suddenly realized, but his hairs stood on end. Sect Master Yin should have understood these things a long time ago, but he didn't have Lao Tzu's knowledge of the earth, nor did he have Lao Tzu's Soul Dao Temple. Isn't this the crystallization of knowledge?

Under the nourishment of the Holy Soul Power, that is, Ling Huan's own soul power now, Ling Huan's Soul Sea World and body have undergone earth-shaking changes, which is a qualitative change.

Although his realm did not break through the soul master realm, compared with before, his strength is not the same, once he becomes a soul master, he has the power of real ecstasy, and it is possible to kill in seconds beyond the level.

The light of the holy sword faded, and it instantly retracted into the central axis of the chessboard, and the sea of souls returned to calm, and all the holy soul power outside Ling Huan's body also turned into a part of his soul power. Without the barrier of the Holy Soul Power, Elder Yin's huge pressure rushed again, but this time, Ling Huan was no longer in difficulty.

"Huh......" Elder Yin was surprised, and found that with his outburst, Ling Huan had become a lot more relaxed, and at the same time, he was furious.

In the face of the ant-like Ling Huan, she actually missed again and again, if she didn't crush him, where was the majesty of the strong. Her eyes flashed coldly, staring at Ling Huan fiercely, her big sleeves flicked out something, and she shouted violently: "Chasing souls and killing people-"

What, chasing souls and killing people, crazy, Elder Yin is crazy, dealing with Ling Huan, an ant-like existence, he actually used the strongest killing move. Everyone's eyes widened suddenly, and they stood on the spot in shock, showing a look of horror to the extreme.

The momentum of that thing was as fast as a meteor, and it rushed straight into Ling Huan's eyebrows, but at this moment, Ling Huan seemed to be imprisoned, unable to move a bit, he could only tremble and grit his teeth, staring coldly.

Seeing that the thing was about to fall, at this moment, a cold snort came from afar, this sound was extremely far away, erratic, but everyone in the field could hear it clearly, and it didn't know where it came from. At the same time, a thin sheet of paper suddenly appeared, blocking Ling Huan's face, and extremely softly pasted towards Elder Yin's attack.

There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the thing that Elder Yin attacked, "jingling" fell to the ground, and it was actually a hairpin. And the thin page of paper burned violently, turned into ashes, and a big black character stood in the air, enduring, this word is - forbearance.

After a few breaths, the word ninja disappeared, and the air was suddenly filled with a fresh scent of ink, which was actually the calligraphy that this person had just written.

"Elder Yin, you have lost your temper, kill him, how do you know the secret method of the Holy Light. An old voice came from afar, the last breath was far away, but the next breath was still in the ears.

Elder Yin slammed under his feet, the earth shook, and the hairpin seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand and flew steeply into her sleeve.

She silently looked back behind her, where, at some point, there was an old man in cloth, with white hair and deep wrinkles, but no spots, a ruddy complexion, and extremely sharp eyes. (To be continued.) )