That poor pangolin, who claims to be the demon king, can't leave a whole corpse after death at this moment.

It is an eventful time now, and if the legion wants to develop in the long term and gain a foothold in troubled times, there is no doubt that resources will always be the top priority!

Moreover, Lin Ming's rise has only been short, although there are many storage bags in his hand, and there are many good things sealed in them, but this can only benefit him, if he goes to feed the army of thousands of people, then he can't bear it.

Therefore, not long ago, Lin Ming had already transmitted the sound through the air and notified Mei Da, asking him to lead some skillful monks to search for the treasure on the pangolin.

The so-called demon king is full of treasures, this sentence is not said by the ancients, but has been verified by history.

Soon, under the leadership of Mei Da, this pangolin was dismantled, and all the things that were useful to the legion were stripped out to serve as the reserve resources of the legion.

Of course, Lin Ming didn't have time to ask about these trivial matters.

Lin Ming's body flashed, and then turned into a dazzling white light, and quickly fell downward.

"Young Master!" The hundreds of monks who were still sitting cross-legged got up one after another at this moment, and they all saluted Lin Ming before he arrived.

When Lin Ming was only 100 meters above the ground, he changed his posture suddenly, his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering, and when he fell, he seemed to be a god in the dust.

"Everyone is their own person, no need to be polite!" Lin Ming held the two flying swords in both hands, crisscrossing behind him, only to see that purple ripples were emitting around the blood-drinking sword, and at the same time, the sword spirit was not to be outdone, and the flames of hell fire and death were burning.

Although Lin Ming said this, he did not take away the coercion at the moment, but released most of it, making an area of hundreds of meters as if it had been swept by the tide.

The middle-aged man was moved, at the beginning, he could barely resist, but as time passed, more and more time, he suddenly felt that his chest was about to be crushed by the boulder, as if he could suffocate anytime and anywhere.

"Hmph. Lin Ming did this, it was also a helpless move, you know, the former owner of the body is a notorious waste in the clan, and he is not less criticized on weekdays, until after the death of the previous master, Lin Ming took the opportunity to take away this body, and everything changed.

Therefore, because of the influence of his former master, Lin Ming had to use vigorous and resolute means to establish his authority at the moment.

Under the influence of Yuanying's coercion, everyone present was powerless to resist, including the rather strong middle-aged man, whose face was sometimes blue and sometimes pale, and his condition was extremely bad.

"It's time to stop. Lin Ming saw that the time was almost up, so he controlled the coercion that spread within a radius of 100 meters, and then quickly withdrew it back into his body.

"Young master. The middle-aged man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the boulder in his heart also fell suddenly.

Obviously, Lin Ming's prestige this time has finally ended successfully.

The middle-aged man's strength is not weak, Lin Ming peeped that this person had already stepped out of the refining realm with half a foot and touched the outline of the Yuan Baby, and at the moment, whether he could successfully break through was still missing an opportunity.

Lin Ming held the sword in both hands, and at this time he was standing on the ground like a statue, his body was immovable, not afraid of the cold wind whistling from the side, and the goose feathers and snow fell from the sky, setting off his white robe even brighter, just like his status in the family, everyone was in the spotlight.

There is no doubt that the wasteland is a place where everyone is born with a sense of awe for the strong, and these clansmen in front of Lin Ming are naturally no exception.

Lin Ming is now no longer what it used to be, not only breaking fate and destiny one after another, but also creating various miracles in the near future, announcing to his clan that he has risen strongly.

At first, there was still opposition in the family, thinking that it was the descendants who created the momentum, and Lin Ming was just boasted.

However, right now, Lin Ming proved everything with facts, just the coercion he released earlier could sweep away the five hundred warriors in this area, not to mention, he really made a move.

The people of the Wasteland are very awe-inspiring of the strong, this is a talent imprinted in their blood, it can be said to be innate!

Warriors break their fate and give birth to a fearless heart, which means that this talent in their bloodline is wiped out.

In this process, the more fearless the martial artists, the more perfect their qualifications are, and after breaking the mandate of heaven and becoming an immortal, it is the beginning of the official opening of the gap.

Obviously, in front of Lin Ming, only the middle-aged man could barely maintain his composure, and the children of the other families were all pale and trembling.

Lin Ming saw that the occurrence of this scene was all in his expectation, and he didn't feel anything strange at this time.

The people of the Wastelands are naturally afraid of the strong, and this is an innate talent that began a long time ago.

Xu was in that era, because the battlefield of gods and demons was too terrifying, it shocked this world and made it lose its color.

Some of the demigods and half-demons who survived by luck talked about the color change afterwards, and that terrible sense of fear had long been deeply imprinted in their blood, and it would be passed down all the time, implicating their descendants.

However, Lin Ming was a traverser, so he happened to avoid this curse!

The fearlessness and fearlessness in his heart enabled him to easily empty his body and mind during his cultivation, so that he could achieve rapid progress.

Lin Ming came, standing not far from the five hundred warriors, but he remained silent at this moment, including before.

Everyone present knew all about what happened to the previous master in Songlin Town, lest he suddenly speak out and cause Lin Ming's disgust.

Therefore, at this time, only the middle-aged man dared to salute Lin Ming, and the others were all like ashes, lowering their heads, not daring to look at Lin Ming even for a look.

What kind of person is Lin Ming?!

After just a little pondering, I knew the stakes.

He didn't speak, not because he hated his family, he hated the place where he first appeared after crossing over, and he hated the five hundred warriors present.

It is precisely because of the existence of this kind of ghost thing that the people of the wasteland have an indelible attachment to the powerful in each era, causing every time the "Destiny of Heaven" is born, it is a sea of corpses and fires behind it.

But even so, in the past tens of millions of years, the old and new times have changed, and the "Mandate of Heaven Dispute" has not converged at all, but has intensified, because in recent eras, some pseudo-saints who have been sealed for many years have also been born, and they do not hesitate to consume their own great blood at the cost of protecting their disciples or descendants, stretching the battle line, and even during the period from the beginning to the end of the Mandate of Heaven, frequent incidents of holy falls.