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Looking at the ruined and ruined walls in front of him, the smoky, and unrecognizable garden town, Lin Yang's eyes showed a cold light and he was silent.

The strong man, the middle-aged man, and all the merchants were all pale and gloomy.

Under the sweep of the exuding spiritual sense, the cold light in Lin Yang's eyes became even thicker.

The huge garden town, the garden town that merchants are most familiar with, the garden town that used to be lively and full of popularity, no longer exists.

There was no one, no corpses, no cries, no cries for help, just the desolation of the fire.

Suddenly, Lin Yang's expression was solemn, and in the shocked eyes of all the merchants, his figure suddenly disappeared and went straight to the east.

There is a dilapidated attic here.

The wooden beds of the seats in the attic are all made of wood slag, and under the broken round stool, there is a blood-stained road.

Picked up the robe, opened the inside, and a word was tattooed on it.

Lin Yang took a deep breath, his face turned cold, and he looked in the direction he came.

There should have been a guard stationed here, but at this moment, there was nothing but blood-stained clothes, and the storage bag was nowhere to be found after a closer look.

The red glow sensed by his spiritual sense when his mind surfaced, Lin Yang clutched his hand on the bloodstained clothes, getting tighter and tighter.

Within the sphere of influence of the Yuan Yuan Master Sect, all the villages will not be supervised by the disciples of the Yuan Yuan Master Sect.

This is not because the Yuan Yuan Master Sect does not attach importance to the villages, on the contrary, because it is important, so there is no manpower to protect it, because in the entire sphere of influence of the Yuan Yuan Master Sect, there are more than 3,000 villages like Sanhe Village, not counting the villages and towns among them, and the small towns.

And in the villages and towns, the Yuan Master Sect will have the task of the trial method, and send the disciples of the sixth layer of the soul under the sect to guard, the time is three years, and after three years, returning to the sect will naturally have many benefits, and rewards for completing the task.

And towns like Xiangsong Ancient City, are guarded by the sect uncle of Zhujiqi, to avoid accidents in these towns, each is at least five people, the entire area of influence of the Yuan Yuan Master, the number of towns has reached more than 300, under careful calculation, it can be understood that the foundation of these more than 300 towns adds up, there are more than 1,500 people.

But today, in front of Lin Yang, in the garden town three hundred miles away from Master Yuan, there were people who burned down nearly 10,000 villages and towns in front of more than 1,000 foundations, how could this not make Lin Yang angry, how not to surprise Lin Yang, and how not to make Lin Yang frightened.

What if it was not Yuan Town that was burned by the fire in front of Lin Yang at this moment, but the small village of Sanhe that was unattended.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yang couldn't help but grab the blood-stained clothes and walked outside the building.

There is no need to guess, the next time you dare to be so blatantly poisoned, there is nothing else except casual cultivation.

These casual cultivators who have no background, are alone, and rely on chance to create and step into the path of cultivating immortals, are also a headache for all forces, fluctuating, and their whereabouts are difficult to find.

This is not to say that all casual cultivators are ruthless, or there are individual casual cultivators, doing things that leave a good heart, in order to increase their luck, and have fewer grievances and more blessings on this road of cultivating immortals.

Nearly 10,000 people, overnight, the corpse was gone, Lin Yang thought about it gloomily, and couldn't figure out how cold-blooded this person was to make such a scene.

Hearing the red glow in his spiritual sense, Lin Yang used his spiritual power and went straight to the entrance of the town.

Seeing everyone again, Lin Yang found that there was a trace of awe and restraint in the eyes of everyone looking at him at this moment.

Thinking of the method of transmitting information recorded in the Inner Gate Question Book, Lin Yang ignored everyone, exuded his spiritual sense, and engraved everything he could see in his mind, and then summoned the identity door number from the cyan storage bag, ready to copy it, summoning the purple qi Donglai spell, and sending the information from Yuan Town back to the master.

Since he can kill the same door guarding in the garden town, compared to the person with a touch of red, the lowest cultivation is also the sixth layer of the sense, Lin ** is not his opponent, especially he who does not have the sixth layer of the sense, and he can't touch any attack spells, except for learning a few auxiliary spells, in the five others.

After meditating cross-legged and reciting the incantation, as soon as he swallowed the white smoke spiritual power, it floated out of Lin Yang's open mouth.

The spiritual consciousness covered it, and all the pictures of what he saw and heard were recorded in it, and then his own identity jade plate was engraved inside, and under the fingers, the white clouds suddenly flashed a trace of purple, and the light was overflowing, and the entire white cloud was covered with purple in the blink of an eye.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yang blew violently, and the palm-sized purple cloud suddenly flew away in the direction of the Yuan Master Sect.

"Hmph, let you send back everything you see, won't I, Wang Xulai, just wait for death..."

A cold snort sounded, and the purple cloud, suddenly, was directly slapped away by an illusory big hand.

Under the collapse of spiritual power, the clouds suddenly turned into specks of light and scattered in all directions.

Lin Yang was startled, and stood up violently, the uneasiness in his eyes and the appearance of facing a great enemy made Wang Xulai laugh.

"If you bump into me, you all have to die..."

On the void, an illusory big hand appeared again, heading straight for Lin Yang.

Looking at the frightened looks of those Yun Merchants at the moment, Lin Yang didn't think about it, he directly ran the Qi of the Dantian Spirit Sea, and the temperament of the fifth layer of the spirit overflowed, and the powerful spiritual power collided, like a burst of water, and all the surrounding Yun Merchants flew backwards in shock.

Sensing the suffocating and dangerous aura on his palm, Lin Yang grabbed the tail of the little white monkey, threw it back, put his hands together, mobilized all the spiritual power of the fifth layer of the sense, and struck it violently.

Under the roar, Lin Yang, whose face was pale, spat blood, flew upside down, and slammed into the blackened Yuanzhen door plaque behind him.

"Boy, it's not bad, it's actually a fifth-layer existence with a sense of spirit, stains..."

Wang Xu's words fell, and before Lin Yang could react, he grabbed it in the air, twisted his wrist, and before a frightened Yun merchant could scream, he was in a different place.

Blood splashed everywhere, so that all the merchants could no longer hold back the torment and fear in their hearts and got up and ran, as martial artists, in the world, they are all good practitioners, but in the face of the immortals in their mouths, all the martial arts they have learned in their lives have turned into straw and hope for their lives at this moment, and they run hard.

A cold snort came again, and the pressure around him suddenly plummeted, and the pair of invisible illusory hands slapped again.

All the merchants had their skulls shattered and died instantly.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have money, a lot of silver, my sister is Mingtuo City..."

Before screaming, the middle-aged man in charge of the caravan transportation was bleeding from the seven holes of a palm, his bones shattered, and he fell to the ground.

It wasn't until this moment that Lin Yang understood how powerful the person was was that it was not at all comparable to the sixth layer of the Senses.

Before he saw the other party's face, he was seriously injured by the other party's blow, and he originally hoped to pin his hopes on the more than 30 merchants who practiced martial arts in these worldly martial arts, in order to delay time, but he never thought that with just one palm, thirty-three merchants fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, and died of exhaustion.

Lin Yang's heart was frightened, trembling and chilling, smelling the smell of blood that filled the tip of his nose, and he didn't dare to make any movement for a while.

Suddenly, a wind whistled and Lin Yang was frightened, thinking that the other party was going to destroy him, so he looked up at the call.

A pan with a black flag, suddenly lowered, the weight on it, when it touched the ground, under a roar, smashed out a big pit, inserted in the center, under the breeze, the black pan chess, as if alive, squirmed.

With a cold sacrificial sound full of temptation, a strange ghostly light floated out from the thirty-three merchants who had died, and went straight to the head of the pan.

"What's next... It's your turn..."