Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 293 Confronting Song Yuanbiao

"Tenth level Wuzong?!"

Many people exclaimed in their hearts, and only the aura emanating from the tenth-level Martial Ancestor could give them such an unattainable awe-inspiring feeling.

Song Yuanbiao's expression changed slightly, and he accurately threw twenty or thirty human heads onto the warship across a distance of thousands of meters, which is by no means something that ordinary Wuzong strongmen can do.

His gaze stayed on Huang Tiejia's body all the time, and he didn't see two people standing on the roof behind him. When he saw the faces of those two people clearly, especially Mo Lin who was staring at him, his face immediately froze. up.

"Merlin!"

Song Yuanbiao's pupils shrank suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth. The killing intent in his body was released, pointing directly at Mo Lin.

"You are still alive!"

A loud roar shocked everyone.

Following Song Yuanbiao's gaze, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Lin.

For the people in the Wangfu and the three major sects, Mo Lin is the name they have talked about the most in the past six months. The young genius who was protected by dozens of elders was no stranger.

"Lin Mo? Mo Lin? So...he is Mo Lin."

Mo Lin squinted his eyes and met Song Yuanbiao's gaze without any expression on his face.

When he saw Song Yuanbiao approaching with a warship rising into the sky, he quickly drew thunder and ordered him to throw out more than a dozen heads.

In the face of the enemy, morale is the most important.

Although the Treasure Hunting Alliance has less than 300 people including the wounded, it is possible that those who have survived to this day are all the best in Wuzong.

Even though he controlled the formation of the Seven Star Palace, Mo Lin still placed these people in a very important position.

"Song Yuanbiao, it's rare that you still remember me."

Mo Lin said lightly: "It's time for us to settle the revenge of the Unfeeling Sect."

"Hahaha……"

Song Yuanbiao let out a maniacal laugh: "Arrogant, overestimated, this king thought that you escaped from the Unfeeling Sect, would leave Yunlan wisely, find a place where no one is around, hide your name, and die of old age in the mountains. Unexpectedly, you dare to fight the Emperor Wu!" The idea of ​​the treasure has also come to Wuhuang Treasure Island. Do you think relying on Fengshen Academy and the masters of the three major families can protect you from death? You are too naive, naive and ridiculous!"

Mo Lin's expression remained the same, until Song Yuanbiao finished speaking before he said: "If you are wronged, you will have someone to pay for your life. It is only right and proper to kill people to pay for their lives. The souls of the [-] disciples of the Heartless Sect are waiting to be buried with you. Song Yuanbiao, today is the day of your death."

The calm words don't have any emotion, no anger, no killing intent, just like talking about something that has nothing to do with oneself, but there is an indescribable chill in the ears of others.

"Mo Lin, I want to ask you, my son was a phoenix a month ago, but you took it away?"

Song Yuanbiao's face was gloomy, and his eyes flickered with murderous intent. This kind of verbal dispute was meaningless. Before he started, he asked the question he cared about most.

The corner of Mo Lin's mouth twitched into an evil smile: "The dignified Yunlan Palace is an elite force. Two thousand cavalry were played by me, an unknown pawn. Are you satisfied with that zombie feast, Song Yuanbiao? How many troops did your palace lose? Five hundred, Or eight hundred? How much did the black-armored iron guard die? Eight hundred or one thousand? In the end, even his son was lost, and you are still the prince of Yunlan Kingdom, do you want to lose your face?"

Song Yuanbiao gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot. He was ambushed by zombies, and he never saw anyone from Fengshen Academy make a move. Afterwards, when he learned that Mo Lin had snatched away Song Renfeng, he realized that the incident should have nothing to do with the people of Fengshen Academy. It was done by Mo Lin alone.

In the distance, the royal army that was wrestling with the zombies was all shocked and angry. That time they were besieged by the zombies was a nightmare they would never forget for the rest of their lives. It was an unprecedented shame and humiliation to be planted in the hands of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

The expressions of the treasure hunters also changed, and they heard the truth from the conversation between Mo Lin and Song Yuanbiao.

Obviously, not long ago, Mo Lin single-handedly used Song Yuanbiao, causing him to lose thousands of troops. Although this sounds a little unbelievable, from the reactions of Song Yuanbiao and his subordinates, it can be seen that Mo Lin Not exaggerating.

"Merlin!"

Song Yuanbiao gritted his teeth with hatred, "I will ask you one last time, my son Song Renfeng, where are you now!"

"If you ask me, I'll answer it? Isn't that embarrassing?"

Mo Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled: "If you kneel down and beg me, maybe, I will tell you."

"you……"

Song Yuanbiao was so angry that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, he suddenly hissed and roared: "Listen, people in the palace, Mo Lin is a remnant of the Unfeeling Sect, and a key criminal wanted by my royal family. Who can capture him, I would like to use the name of the gods of the starry sky to capture him!" Make an oath, give him an official title, and make him a second-class hereditary marquis!"

Although Song Yuanbiao wished to eat Mo Lin alive, but he was cautious, worried about his son's safety, and did not act rashly. He wanted to use rewards to stir up internal strife in the Treasure Hunting Alliance. I don't believe that no one would take down Mo Lin for him.

The members of the Treasure Hunting Alliance looked at each other. Song Yuanbiao's conditions were too attractive. If he said he was not tempted, it would be a lie. As long as he captured Mo Lin, he could invite credit and reward. The second-class hereditary marquis means that he has officially entered Yunlan. To be among the nobles is not only honorable but also hereditary from generation to generation. For those small families with humble backgrounds, it is a great honor that even dreams of.

"Coercion and temptation? Sowing discord, you used this trick to stir up civil strife in the Heartless Sect, but it failed in the end. Now, you are repeating the old trick, don't you have some new tricks besides this?"

Mo Lin smiled brightly and looked around.

"Okay, then I'll give you a chance. People of the Treasure Hunting Alliance, listen. If anyone wants to capture me, Mo Lin, to receive a reward, just do it. I promise to catch you without a fight, and I will never resist. Come on."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and many people's eyes were shining with greed, but no one dared to act rashly.

Mo Lin, this year's freshman of Fengshen Academy, a weak Soul Origin Realm martial artist, may be a rare cultivation genius among his peers, but in the eyes of these Martial Ultimate Realm masters, he is too far behind.

It is undeniable that in the battle with the two-headed vicious dog Leihuo, he played a key role in deciding the outcome, but in the eyes of many people, the element of trickery played a large part in it.

After all, Lei Huo was already seriously injured at that time, and Mo Lin, relying on his golden wings and speed advantage, was suspected of taking advantage of the fire. Even if he didn't know what skills he had cultivated to withstand Lei Huo's scorching fire, facing the strong Wu Zong, he would eventually It's too bad.

(End of this chapter)