Harvesting Yin

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After a long silence, Feng Lin of Wan Jianzong finally let out a roar of grief.

He suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes burst out with deep hatred, and he shouted sharply: "Yang Que! You are so daring! How dare you kill the old man's beloved disciple, today the old man will smash you into pieces!"

After saying that, the sword light in his hand flashed, and a green light spiritual sword suddenly appeared. At the same time, a fierce killing intent quickly spread, filling the entire hall.

"Devil, take your life!"

Feng Lin yelled angrily, and lightly pulled the spirit sword in his hand. A few sharp sword flowers, with green sword lights in them, shot towards Yang Que like pear blossoms in a rainstorm!

"Fellow Daoists are not allowed!"

Seeing Feng Lin's killing intent and striking out with a sword, Xu Zhong and Bai Ting of Tianmo Sect suddenly changed their expressions slightly, and exclaimed in unison.

However, those sword beams could not stop, and with the sound of breaking wind and howling, they directly blocked Yang Que's escape routes.

The corner of Feng Lin's mouth showed a hint of ruthlessness. He swung his sword light, jumped up, and slashed head-on at Yang Que who had nowhere to retreat!

Yang Que's pupils shrank slightly, and the scorching golden light trembled in his hand. A round of sun rose instantly, and the radiance was so bright that it directly melted the roaring sword light.

Immediately, a silk thread flickered out and was about to be printed on Feng Lin's forehead.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

Bai Ting seemed to be gentle and elegant, and he was not in a hurry, and when he saw the golden thread, his expression changed drastically, he shouted, his figure flashed, and he cast a strange asynchronous technique, throwing Feng Lin to the ground like lightning, Rolled around a few times.

"laugh!"

The golden silk thread passed Feng Lin's neck with a slight difference, and was printed on a stone pillar in the main hall.

"Oh!"

The thick stone pillar surrounded by the two broke off from the middle and fell to the ground!

Yang Que took a few steps forward, a cold light flashed in his hand, and it shot out, directly touching the top of Feng Lin's head, his tone was cold and piercing: "For the sake of the suzerain, I can give you a chance, get out now, or die!"

If Song Fei dared to insult Wan Yao, he would have to die, and if he dared to take revenge, Yang Que didn't mind cutting grass and roots!

"Elder Yang..."

When Xu Zhong saw that he put the knife directly on Feng Lin's head, he was shocked, and hurriedly came down to persuade him: "Elder Yang must not, first let Fellow Daoist Feng go, let's talk properly."

Wan Jianzong, as a sect with the same reputation as Yuguizong, came to intercede for Tianmozong in person today, because of emotion and reason, this matter should be forgotten.

But Yang Que not only directly killed the rare genius of his sect, but now he also threatened the elders of Wan Jianzong, how could this happen?

If he slipped his hand and killed him again, Yuguizong would really be outraged this time. At that time, the other three sects would directly unite under the banner of destroying the Mozong.

At that time, the Ghost Control Sect was really over.

No matter how powerful Yang Que is, can he withstand the siege of so many monks?

So seeing Yang Que put the knife on Feng Lin's head without concealing his killing intent, Xu Zhong's heart began to tighten.

"Elder Yang, do me a favor and put away the magic weapon first... Master Wan, come and help me persuade..."

Yang Que's current strength is extremely terrifying, and no one can really see through it. Although Xu Zhong is the master of a sect, he no longer dares to order and shout at will like before.

Since he was asked by the elders to talk to him last time, he has completely lost his way to Yang Que. When talking to him, he is also polite and courteous.

After all, Yang Que is not only the elders who really value Yang Que, but also the truly terrifying big shot of the Ghost Control Sect who is retreating in the back mountain. How much guts does he have to make a mistake?

"Queer, let him go first."

Wan Feixun, as the master of a peak, naturally wouldn't just focus on personal enmity, he also had a heavy responsibility for the development of the entire Ghost Controlling Sect, and at this moment he knew in his heart that he couldn't tear himself apart with Wan Jianzong for the time being.

When Yang Que saw his master speak, his murderous intent withdrew, and the scorching sun disappeared from his hands, but his eyes turned to Bai Ting of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Bai Ting could no longer maintain his previous composure, forced a smile, turned his head and said loudly to the outside: "Qin Hao, bring Lin Baiyun in, and make Elder Yang angry."

Feng Lin's face was full of resentment, and he stood up from the ground, feeling extremely humiliated in his heart, but he didn't dare to say any more.

Although he was full of hatred and anger for the death of his beloved disciple, he wished he could tear Yang Que into pieces.

But judging from the short fight just now, the strength of this demon is not weaker than the legend, even stronger, he has no certainty of winning.

Thinking of Yang Que's cruelty, determination, and unscrupulous temperament, he also began to have lingering fears. If this demon went crazy and killed them all regardless of everything today, they would really die with regret.

I'm so ruthless that I'm afraid I'll die. This devil doesn't follow the rules at all. If he doesn't agree with him, he directly kills his disciples. I'm afraid even if the elders of the Ghost Control Sect come to dissuade him, he won't take it seriously. .

Such a person is not afraid of death at all, and he is not afraid of offending anyone, but he is so powerful and scary, who would dare to provoke him?

What's more, now that he is single and weak, in someone else's sect, no matter how much he hates, he can only swallow his breath first and make plans after returning to the meeting.

"Humph!"

Thinking of this, Feng Lin snorted coldly, waved his sleeve robe, and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Ting, I'm sorry that I can't do anything about this matter. His Ghost Control Sect doesn't give me Wan Jianzong face at all, and I don't care if I stay here." a shame!"

After all, he didn't say hello to anyone, and even ignored Seinfeld's body, and turned around and left.

"Fellow Taoist..."

Bai Ting's face changed slightly when he saw him leave angrily, for Yang Que, he was now deeply afraid from the bottom of his heart.

He dared to fight with people from Wan Jianzong just now, but now he is the only one left. If Yang Que insisted on killing them all, wouldn't he be a soft-shelled turtle?

"How...how is this good?"

Seeing Feng Lin leave without looking back, he wanted to leave, but he couldn't, and he didn't dare to leave casually. Today he came to make amends. If Yang Que didn't let him go, how could he return to his life.

This matter was not only instructed by the suzerain, but also passed on by the ancestors. If he fails to complete it, the consequences will be worrisome.

"Master, Lin Baiyun has been brought here."

At this moment, a young man suddenly walked in at the gate of the hall, holding an iron cage in his hand.

Lin Baiyun's hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely miserable. He was imprisoned in an iron cage, his whole body was shaking, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.

"Kang--"

The iron cage was put down, and Lin Baiyun inside trembled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he screamed in horror at the crowd: "Run! Run! That big devil is coming! Run—"

The voice was shrill and frightening, rippling around the beams, echoing endlessly, the guards outside the door jumped in their hearts, and their hair stood on end.

Everyone in the hall frowned slightly, with different expressions.

Yang Que's eyes turned cold, and he stared at him firmly.

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