Although it is said that the Nine Infant Beasts are better in terms of cultivation, but above the secluded water and cold pool, Ding Ling's means are wonderful, and there are many spiritual weapons that have broken the defenses of the Nine Infant Beasts, so Yang Lin thinks that Ding Ling'er is not much different from the Nine Infant Beasts' strength.

Especially the arrow of King Yi who killed several monsters of the Nine Infant Beasts in a row, its power has been seen when he was in the cold pool, and fighting so bravely and fiercely to the end must be the result of losing both, and this result is not what Yang Lin wants to see.

But seeing that Ding Ling's eyes had turned blood-red and his teary eyes were mottled with tears, and the mana had quickly condensed together when he raised his hand, and he was about to start again, Yang Lin hurriedly persuaded: "There is a reason for this, and Jiuying is also to save me!"

"Then my grandfather is damned?" As soon as she saw Yang Lin protecting the Nine Infant Beasts, the Qingyun Holy Maiden immediately said angrily, tears welling up in her eyes, revealing a very wronged appearance.

"There is no time to make it clear at this time, if you believe me, I will explain to you in the future, and I, Yang Lin, will definitely give you a reason!" Seeing Ding Ling'er beating pear blossoms in the rain, her delicate face was full of tears, Yang Lin's heart couldn't help but feel sad, but at this time, he couldn't let Ding Ling'er come nonsense, after all, the Nine Baby Beasts killed Ding Zhen because he saved himself, and Ding Zhen did have a way to die.

Several dark energies struck one after another, and the Nine Infant Beasts hurriedly waved their heads to block it, but suddenly, there was a sudden darkness all around, and the Nine Infant Beasts had been included in the spirit beast bag by Yang Lin, although the mouth of the bag was not solid, but the meaning was extremely obvious, Yang Lin deliberately protected each other, to avoid the Qingyun Holy Maiden from hurting the Nine Infant Beasts, and he didn't want the Nine Infant Beasts to hurt Ding Ling'er.

For a while, the nine baby beasts couldn't help but feel a burst of enthusiasm, in order to protect themselves, they did not hesitate to take risks, until they were in danger, such a master, it was also worth following, but it was also stupid, the strength was weak, and without themselves, how to break through.

"I'm sorry!" After receiving the Nine Infant Beasts, Yang Lin's body flickered, and he actually rushed towards the poor beasts, and the opposite side of the poor beasts was the Holy King, this kind of behavior was no different from suicide.

The cry was suffocated, and when Ding Ling'er hesitated in his eyes, a trace of horror appeared, and he secretly cursed in his heart, could he force Yang Lin to death again.

On the other side, the two elders Qi and Mei, who were beating the beasts all over their bodies, were full of smiles, as if they were saying that this is what they wanted. Seeing Yang Lin rushing over, the poor beast was also shocked, and then saw that there were no nine baby beasts around to protect him, and he was already frightened that the black lines flashed, his wings trembled, his body moved, and he hurriedly rushed towards Yang Lin.

The Holy King was beside him, seeing Yang Lin rushing over, he was happy, his body escaped, and he also rushed towards Yang Lin, just looking at this person and beast who was faster, the body was stunned, Yang Lin suddenly stopped, raised his right hand high, and slashed down in the air, in the mist-filled array, a purple thunderbolt suddenly appeared, directly splitting the Holy King.

It seemed that he didn't expect Yang Lin to dare to make a move, and the Holy King couldn't help but lose his body, and waved his hand to block an enchantment to break the purple lightning, but at the same time, it was the poor beast that escaped to Yang Lin's side first, and Yang Lin looked at the whole room with a ruthless face.

The sword light and sword shadow seemed to be a little quieter because of Yang Lin's calmness, and the elders of the surrounding Qingyun tribe also slowly followed the Holy King towards Yang Lin, even the two elders Qi and Mei forced the beast back and stopped in front of Ding Ling'er.

Being in the formation, he was not afraid that Yang Lin would be able to escape suddenly, but only a poor strange beast made Yang Lin a little powerless, and many people had a happy smile on their faces, as if they had seen the tragic situation of Yang Lin being killed by a palm.

The sound of swords clanging in the fog was endless, but a very slight sound of wood cracking suddenly came from Yang Lin's arms, which looked particularly strange.

The green light flashed lightly, and everyone couldn't help but look at the dead tree root in Yang Lin's arms, the original gray matter dead bark had long been broken and broken, and on a gray-brown root, four tender green leaves wrapped in a new shoot, slowly growing out, in the blink of an eye, it had stretched out more than a foot long, pointing to the sky and not knowing what to say.

Since the Holy King down, he has mostly cultivated in the Qingyun Cave, and he only knows a little about the tree roots from the history books of the clan, and only knows that the immortal spirit qi comes out of his body, but he doesn't know about cultivating the spiritual wisdom, and now when he sees the true appearance of the fairy root, he has a trace of curiosity and wants to see it more clearly.

The fog in the array was filled, and everyone's brows moved lightly, full of curiosity, but they didn't know that at this time the outside of the array was already cloudy, the sky was black, and the red light seemed to be clear, sometimes shooting through the sky, sweeping down into the array, the silver light, bending like a snake, secretly gathering strength.

The formation laid by Qingyun's guards was only used to trap the enemy and kill people, but it was too much worse than the forbidden formation that was blocked above the stone cave before, and it had no effect on the red light in mid-air to visit at all.

Looking at everyone with a sneer, Yang Lin held one end of the fairy root with his left hand, raised his right hand, and saw that in the palm of his hand, a thunderball moved faintly, and the arc light was dazzling, and the thunder was even louder.

However, the dark clouds in mid-air are getting lower and lower, and the thunder runes are formed, and through the sky has become a thunderstorm, only the faces of the Qingyun guards who are set up in the formation are frightened, and they have already recognized the strange appearance of this thunder, which is often very similar to the kind of celestial phenomenon that struck Yang Lin that day.

In a panic in his heart, there were already a few Qingyun guards dragging in their hands, and they actually missed the rhythm of the formation, and unconsciously, the fog in the formation gradually became chaotic, and the mountain wind invaded silently, and suddenly dispersed a lot, revealing pieces of dark clouds.

At first, everyone didn't care, but when the formation dispersed and a thunder sounded in the sky, they couldn't help but look up at the sky, and then saw the purple lightning falling densely, and the sky was full of silver light, and there was already a sense of horror in their hearts.

The wrath of the Heavenly Thunder resurfaced, and even the Holy King did not dare to look directly at this powerful force. Everyone is an old cultivator, although they don't know why Tianlei is angry, but looking at the sneer on Yang Lin's face, they have already betrayed in their hearts, it must be Yang Lin's intention to lead the immortal root to exude the spirit of the immortal spirit, which caused the anger of Tianlei.

And Yang Lin smiled even more, thinking that the moment he relied on the wrath of the heavenly thunder, the formation was scattered, and the divine thoughts instantly connected to the clone, collected the immortal roots and poor strange beasts, and quickly passed them away.

It's just that time seems to be a little tight, and Yang Lin doesn't know if he can avoid the lightning at that moment, but at this time, because of the fear of thunder, the formation laid by the Qingyun guards has been broken, and the divine thoughts have been clearly connected to the distraction, and they can be passed away at any time, so they are a little more certain.

There was a loud bang, as if it was because of the repeated obliteration of the breath against the sky, this time the purple thunder and lightning in the sky were more powerful and more numerous, and they were faintly pulled into a power grid, and when the air was split, it had the meaning of destroying everything around the location where the breath was coming out.

"Let's go!" Ignoring Yang Lin's mocking sneer, and not in the mood to directly kill the white shadow, the Saint King hurriedly shouted, and fled first.

The thunder was furious, the purple lightning was frightened, the sky was dark as if it was falling, and then the thunder of the world was smashed, and everyone around was already panicked, confused, and saw the holy king fleeing, and immediately scattered the birds and beasts, and the speed was even faster to the extreme, and no one paid attention to the sneering face, whether there was still breath.

In the cold underground cave, only one person was left to sit cross-legged, and when the heavenly thunder fell, Yang Lin had already transmitted back to the split, as for whether the doppelganger was destroyed by the heavenly thunder, it was not what Yang Lin thought.

The body stretched slightly, and it was too late to restore the stiff body to its original state, Yang Lin left his clone, and he had already raised his breath and flew upward, offending the Holy King, and Ying Long and Gu Mo in the guest hall looked very dangerous.

If the two beasts are not dead, then Yang Lin is not dead, and when the two beasts are captured by the Holy King, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and the breath of the Lingbao Rat in the Holy King's Hall has made Yang Lin deeply uneasy, if a few more handles are left in the hands of the Holy King, it will not be even more boring.

It was only a day since he went to Qi Mansion, although Ying Long was a little restless, but Gu Mo was doing things safely, so he calmed him down, and when Yang Lin appeared in the guest hall, it didn't take much effort to find the two beasts, put them in the spirit beast bag, hide his body again, go out of the palace gate, glanced at the majestic Holy King Hall on the heights, and walked away.

On the occasion of Qi Mansion's birthday, even the Holy King had no way to find out his whereabouts, Yang Lin was not worried that he would be detected by others walking incognito on Qingyun Mountain at this time, the black demon ant and the thunder bee group, it was okay to inquire about the news of the elders of other tribes, but only the Holy King existed in the Holy King Palace, and he had never been explored.

Now that his face has been torn, Yang Lin no longer needs to worry about the majesty of the Holy King, listening to the thunder that sometimes passes behind the mountain, and in front of the mountain, there is still a faint trace of the sunset that is about to set in the west, which always looks a little weird, but Yang Lin's face is revealing a sneer.

The thunder fell on Qingyun Mountain again, the clansmen of the Qingyun tribe had already been shocked, the bright stone road, there was no one, only the bright red flowers that poked out of the roadside every day, and they were still persistently poking out after being trampled.

The bluestone road is very quiet, the daily cleaning of the clansmen to the slightest laziness, Yang Lin stepped on the bluestone road, all the way to go very far, to leave no traces, only when the mountain wind passed, the road was divided.

His Royal Highness, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the golden brick steps particularly attractively, while the moss steps on the side still look extremely humid, as if there is no sunlight at all.

Some time ago, the thunder came with the news that if you want to climb the Holy King's Palace, you can only pass through the steps on both sides, even if the flying insects flutter their wings, they can't fly up, as if there is an invisible prohibition that is always suppressing the people who ascend the palace.

Looking at the majestic Holy King Palace, Yang Lin walked to the right, although the moss steps on the right side, although they seem to be slippery, but it is better than the gold brick steps on the left side are more stable, after all, above the ninety-nine steps, but there is a state of mind, one foot in, who knows what kind of induction will be in the Holy King Palace.