Ruyi's abacus flicked gently, and Lei Han looked at Yang Lin distractedly at the somewhat blackened body on the ground of the cold corridor, and his slightly trembling lips seemed to be saying something.

The matter of double cultivation is extremely common for people who cultivate the truth, but it is very rare to betray the sect with Jiang Xian's cultivation to Yang Lin, and today looking at Yang Lin's expression, it seems that he has moved his true feelings. Lei Han shook his head slightly, revealing a look of extreme disappointment with Yang Lin's performance.

The figure that had turned into a solid figure gently raised its toes and floated to Yang Lin's side like the wind, but it did not block Yang Lin's sight, but just quietly stretched out a hand beside him and slowly pressed it to the top of the head in a daze.

As long as he pressed the truth, Lei Han was confident that the thunder knife that burst out from between his five fingers could cut the kid in front of him who had hurt his body into countless pieces, but he always felt that something was missing before, so the movement became slow, as if waiting.

Suddenly, Yang Lin moved, and his hands, which were naturally hanging down, gently patted his already bulging waist, and the natural action was obviously prepared, and he was just waiting for that hand to approach.

Lei Han had already noticed the slightest abnormality, and suddenly remembered something in his heart, and was about to confine the surrounding space when a dragon roar suddenly sounded, and then the surroundings were pitch black, black and invisible, and a fishy smell filled his nose.

Since leaving Chongxiao Mountain, Lei Han's cultivation has dropped to a level, and since then he has turned into a spirit body, at the mercy of others, and has no time to cultivate and recover.

However, Ying Long has been repaired for a long time, and the pill is taken like eating spiritual food, and his cultivation has long returned to the middle stage of returning to the void, and he is only a little short of returning to the late stage of returning to the peak stage.

Yang Lin's strategy to lure troops, although Lei Han had already discovered it, was only a gap with Ying Long's cultivation, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, and he was swallowed into his throat by Ying Long like rushing to Xiao Mountain, and while being corroded by the drowning ascites in Ying Long's body, one after another prohibitions entered his body one after another, and he had long lost the strength to struggle anymore.

Ying Long's appearance made Haizhen Pavilion seem to be squeezed by something, and suddenly shook, and the broken stone and wood fell into the ladder corridor from time to time, startling out a group of Tianxing Sect disciples hiding in the shadows, looking nervously at the corridor, the dragon body that was constantly twisting its waist, looking extremely unhappy, and the dragon's mouth at the end of the corridor was holding a black light and shadow that was getting lighter and lighter.

"I hate to disturb my memories the most, although this memory is to disturb you!" Yang Lin said lightly, as if he was reluctant to retract his gaze, took the blood soul gourd, and put Lei Han, who had long been imprisoned by Ying Long, into the gourd.

"There is no one left in the building!" Looking at the crowd of people rushing to flee for his life around him, Yang Lin said coldly, but looking at Ying Long's twisted body, it seemed that he was restricted by the enchantment on the Haizhen attic, and he couldn't play better, his brows frowned, and he shouted loudly: "Won't you get a little smaller, is it possible that you want to eat bricks and tiles." ”

Ignoring whether Ying Long understood behind him, Yang Lin gently swung his stomach again, and the flying beast had appeared in front of him, and said coldly: "Block it at the door, you can't let anyone go!"

After a beast roar, the flying beast had already turned into a phantom, and a panicked black-clothed man not far away suddenly fell to the ground, and then a hot blood gushed out from the neck, and then when he looked at it, the human head was pulled up violently, and a beast body with antlers appeared behind it.

The screams on the roof of the building became even more miserable as Yang Lin gently sat on the delicate body that had changed its appearance that had changed its appearance, and casually shot out a ball of flame and landed on the once soft demon body, Yang Lin's face was unusually silent, and his eyes were full of pain.

In the entire Haizhen Building, the people of the Tianxing Sect who escaped from all directions had already been in chaos, even if there was only one Feilian Beast in the late stage of the Transformation of God blocking the door, several people in the late stage of the Transformation of God were actually just fleeing to other places, and they did not dare to confront each other head-on.

The figures that occasionally ran through the corridor could not escape Ying Long's claws, which made the corridor the most quiet, as if waiting for the sad fireworks to go out.

The fire was extremely strong, and between a few breaths, there was only a golden scissors, a short sword, a ring and two long needles left in place, and he prayed silently, Yang Lin casually put away the spiritual weapon on the ground, and his eyes revealed a fierce color.

"After running a lot, the barrier of Haizhen Pavilion seems to have been opened!" Ying Long shuddered lightly, as if he didn't expect the killing intent coming from Yang Lin's body to be so strong.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, Xian'er wouldn't have been quiet when she re-entered the reincarnation!" Slowly raising his head, Yang Lin looked at Ying Long, who didn't chase and kill those delicious dragons in order to take care of himself from being disturbed, a smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Let's go while killing!"

With the bricks and tiles falling from time to time on the roof of the building, an even more tragic massacre had just begun, a group of moon-wheel frogs surrounded Yang Lin, picking up and eating the disciples of the Tianxing Sect who were seriously injured after Ying Long rushed forward.

The crumbling Haizhen Pavilion collapsed to both sides with a huge dragon roar, and between the collapses, the former golden and brilliant Haizhen Pavilion became a pile of ruins in a few breaths.

The people who fled in all directions, except for being buried in the collapsed ruins, did not feel the emptiness outside the building.

The night breeze blew, and it was cool, and the disciples of the Tianxing Sect only felt that the space around them was suffocated, and they could no longer move their steps, and in their fear, they listened to the sound of chewing behind them.

The roar of the Flying Beast and the hissing of a group of moon-wheeled frogs seemed to be in gratitude to Ying Long for bringing this large pile of delicacies to his mouth, and quickly flickered among the figures who maintained various postures.

Smelling the rich blood floating through his nose, Yang Lin didn't seem to feel a trace of relaxation, and the beautiful shadows that flashed in his mind from time to time seemed to linger.

Reaching out to take the Blood Soul Gourd, and throwing it into the air, Yang Lin's face flashed a trace of ruthlessness, and he silently recited the incantation in his mouth, only to see the Gourd suddenly open, pouring out an extremely dim figure.

Before the figure landed, a colorful light whip had been whipped hard, and the screams resounded through the long street with the light whip, as if in order to show the hatred of the whip master, every time the light whip hit the spirit body, there was a whip into the flesh of the whip crackling, the louder the whip, the weaker the scream became.

The light and shadow three feet above the ground, while the body was dim, the hearts of the disciples of the Tianxing Sect around him also tightened, the sect master who was once high in the sky, was so hung in the air, whipped at will, the face of the person behind him was dull, and his heart was extremely low, and his heart that was surging before collapsed in an instant.

The whip body was shining, the spirit body was dim, and the screams were miserable, spreading throughout the night sky, and most of the disciples of the Tianxing Sect around them had been eaten by a group of demon beasts, leaving only some disciples with low cultivation who were randomly devoured by a group of moon wheel frogs.

Ying Long and Feilian Beast had long lost interest, and sat in the open space on both sides, the tips of their claws picking at the minced meat at the tips of their teeth, listening to the inaudible screams, humming comfortably.

The hour was approaching, and Yang Lin, who had been tossing for nearly an hour, was also a little tired, and the light from the light whip in his hand also became colorless, and it slapped on Lei Han's body, except for the muffled sound, there was no other sound.

The surrounding houses were silent, even if a few courtyard walls collapsed, no one came out to ask, as if he had noticed something, Yang Lin took the light whip, picked out a whip-shaped spirit weapon from the bright silver armor and handed it to the frog king beside him, ordering him to continue to whip Lei Han, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the darkness in the north of the city.

After a long time, a cool breeze blew, and an old voice was heard, "Are you waiting for me?"

Unfamiliar voice, Yang Lin couldn't help frowning, although he hadn't heard who made this voice, but Yang Lin had already felt the killing intent in the voice, but the killing intent was not endless, obviously he was worried.

A dragon chant resounded in the sky at the right time, as if he was extremely unwelcome to the arrival of the uninvited guest, Ying Long stood up fiercely, one eye only revealed a cold light, looking in the opposite direction to Yang Lin, his wings vibrated slightly, and he looked a little restless.

"You've recovered a lot of stupid dragons, but you're still no match for me!"

An elegant and gentle voice sounded from behind Yang Lin, and at some point, the confined space around him had returned to normal, a woman, small and graceful, walked slowly, her jade fingers caressed the veil on her face, and said coldly.

"The man really doesn't have a good thing, I had the heart to let you go back to get together with Qi'er that day, you are good, and you actually deceived Qi'er into letting you leave the city of no return and go outside to find another woman. Today, when you arrive in the city of no return, you don't go to look for Qi'er, presumably your heart has already changed, so you can't tolerate it. ”

The jade hand shook his fingers, and his strength turned into a straight line, stabbing straight at the center of Yang Lin's eyebrows, and a series of qi explosions unabashedly showed the strength of that energy.

Seeing that energy attacking, Yang Lin was dodging, but suddenly found that although the energy was a straight line, it seemed to be countless roots, completely sealing the surroundings, no matter where he hid, he couldn't avoid it.

Secretly, Yang Lin had already inquired that An Qi's aunt An Rong Xiuwei might have reached the peak of the middle stage of returning to the void for many years, and she was second to none in Dongshun Kingdom.

I wanted to send it back to the clone, but this group of demon beasts was placed here, if they left like this, I was afraid that except for a few people with high cultivation, the others would inevitably be hunted down.

Without waiting for Yang Lin to turn his attention to Ying Long for help, a thick and heavy claw slapped in front of Yang Lin, and the original smooth street suddenly collapsed a few points, bluestone splashed, blood splashed, and the repeated strong wind was also crushed into pieces.

"Stinky woman, when the ** lined me up and was seriously injured, I sneaked up on me, today I want to see if you really have that ability?"

With a roar, Ying Long's seemingly clumsy body had already taken off into the air, and between the rapid vibration of his wings, he flew away several pavilions on the side of the street, the dragon's mouth was wide open, and a drowning in his abdomen shot at An Rong in front of him like a water arrow, but this water arrow was as thick as a water tank.