A hundredfold return: creating an Eternal Family

Because Zhou Yan felt a threatening aura from Lin Nian.

"I, Lin Nian, protect the Netherworld Dynasty. If you don't accept it, you can fight me!"

Lin Nian naturally didn't take Zhou Yan, a strong man in the Heaven Realm, seriously.

Daoist friend, I respect you as a strong man in the Heaven Realm, but it doesn't mean that I, Zhou Yan, can bully you at will.

"Old thing, you talk about invading other people's homes so high-soundingly, where's your face!"

Then Zhou Yan heard Lin Nian's words, holding the ninth-grade treasure sword, the Fiery Sword, and rushed towards Lin Nian.

"Looking for death"

You are too young to use a sword in front of me, and then Lin Nian's spiritual sword Taixuan Qingluan Sword appeared in his hand.

Lin Nian stepped into the void, and with every step he took, the world seemed to tremble under his feet. The dark clouds above the Netherworld Dynasty retreated, as if making way for the upcoming battle.

Zhou Yan, the ancestor of the Ziyang Dynasty, has an unfathomable cultivation. The Fiery Sword in his hand is a ninth-grade treasure with unparalleled power. The flames rise up and seem to burn the sky.

But facing Lin Nian, even he has to treat her with all his heart.

Lin Nian's appearance seems ordinary, but the domineering aura that he inadvertently reveals makes people dare not underestimate him.

The Taixuan Qingluan Sword in his hand has a restrained brilliance, but all the strong people who know it will tell you that once this sword is unsheathed, it means that the mountains and rivers will be broken and the lives will be destroyed.

"Zhou Yan, since you want to fight, I will fulfill your wish."

Lin Nian's voice was calm, but every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of Zhou Yan and everyone present.

Zhou Yan laughed in anger and shouted;

"Lin Nian, don't think that just because you are in the Heavenly Man Realm, I will be afraid of you! Today, I want you to know that even in the same realm, there are differences in superiority and inferiority!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yan moved, and the Fiery Sword, carrying a raging sea of ​​fire, slashed towards Lin Nian.

At that moment, the entire sky was dyed red, and the scorching air waves made many cultivators watching the battle from a distance feel suffocated.

Lin Nian remained calm, and gently waved his right hand. The Taixuan Qingluan Sword was like a green dragon coming out of the sea, with a cold light, colliding with the sea of ​​fire of the Fiery Sword. The scene of ice and fire shocked all the spectators.

"Your swordsmanship is still too immature."

Lin Nian said lightly, revealing a hint of disappointment in his voice.

At the moment the two fought, Lin Nian had already seen the shortcomings of Zhou Yan's swordsmanship.

Zhou Yan's face was extremely ugly. He did not expect that his full-strength attack would be so easily resolved by Lin Nian.

However, he was unwilling to give in. He roared and launched a more fierce attack, using his Fiery Sword Skill to the extreme, trying to suppress Lin Nian with absolute power.

Lin Nian stood in the void, and every step he took seemed to be synchronized with the heaven and earth. His sword skills seemed simple, but they contained the philosophy of simplicity. Every time the tip of the sword lightly touched, he could easily break Zhou Yan's sword moves. Every time the sword fell, Zhou Yan was in a panic.

As the fighting time increased, Zhou Yan became more and more frightened. He found that he could not see through Lin Nian's sword skills at all. What kind of calmness and depth was hidden in that sword skills.

And Lin Nian, from beginning to end, never used his true strength.

Finally, in an encounter, Lin Nian sighed softly, his voice full of disappointment and disdain;

"It's over, Zhou Yan."

Lin Nian, with a body as agile as lightning and a sword as sharp as frost, swung out a sword, and the sky and the earth changed color. Zhou Yan, the once powerful warrior, lost his head and his life disappeared like smoke.

However, at this moment of life and death, a divine thought rushed out of Zhou Yan's body, flying outward like a gossamer, as if trying to escape from the Nether Imperial City.

"Hmph, a mere divine thought dares to escape?"

Lin Nian snorted coldly, the sword light rose again, pierced through the void, and slashed at the divine thought with one sword.

The sword light flashed, the divine thought was instantly annihilated, and the last trace of Zhou Yan also completely dissipated in this world.

Below, Ji Jiuming was healing his wounds and asked Ji Ling'er and Lin Yi beside him;

"Ling'er, this senior is..."

"Father, this is the patriarch of the Lin family and the head of Lin Yi's family."

Ji Ling'er replied, her tone full of admiration.

Lin Yi, who was standing aside, stood straight with a face full of pride and admiration.

He felt extremely honored that his family had such a powerful patriarch.

Then, Lin Nian put away Zhou Yan's storage ring and slowly walked to Lin Yi, Ji Ling'er and Ji Jiuming.

His eyes were deep, as if they contained the endless starry sky, making it impossible for people to peek into the secrets deep inside.

And his steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of everyone, making people involuntarily feel awe.

Lin Nian walked to the side of Ji Jiuming, waved his hand gently, and a stream of spiritual energy full of vitality flowed out like a stream, gently surrounding Lei Xiaotian, and his injuries were healed by this stream.Under the nourishment of spiritual energy, it healed quickly.

At the same time, the unconscious Queen Liu seemed to feel some mysterious power. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, and what came into her eyes was Lin Nian's warm smile.

Lin Nian turned around, his eyes wandered between Ji Jiuming and Queen Liu, his voice was both majestic and full of affinity;

"Brother Ji, sister-in-law, I, Lin Nian from the Lin family, came here today, hoping to get your daughter's favor and propose to her."

His words were full of confidence and expectations for the future, as if he had foreseen the bright prospects of the alliance between the Lin family and the Ji family;

"By then, our two families will become relatives."

After hearing this, although Ji Jiuming was shocked by Lin Nian's powerful strength, he was more grateful to this lifesaver.

He waved his hands hastily, his tone respectful but with a hint of self-mockery;

"Senior, you not only saved the Netherworld Dynasty, but also saved my entire Ji family. How dare I call you my brother?"

"Although I am the emperor of the Netherworld Dynasty, I am just an insignificant Nascent Soul cultivator on the road of cultivation."

After hearing this, Lin Nian deliberately frowned, with a hint of blame in his voice;

"Brother Ji, what do you mean? Do you think I am not worthy of being on an equal footing with you?"

Seeing this, Ji Jiuming was shocked and hurriedly explained;

"I dare not, I dare not, since Brother Lin said so, then I dare to call you Brother Lin."

Hearing this, Lin Nian showed a satisfied smile on his face. He put away his previous seriousness and replaced it with an amiable expression;

"That's right, Brother Ji, don't be too restrained, we will be a family from now on."

Lin Nian's voice echoed in the air, and the Wind and Thunder Saint Lion next to him seemed to be infected by this atmosphere.

Its huge head tilted slightly, as if imitating Lin Nian's posture, and it let out a gentle roar at Ji Ling, as if saying;

"Brother Ji."

"Brother Ji."

The Great Peng Golden Eagle was not to be outdone, and its voice carried an innate majesty, but it tried to be friendly, and repeated after the Wind and Thunder Holy Lion.

Ji Jiuming was a little stunned for a moment, his eyes turned between the two sixth-level monsters, and he secretly wondered how to address them.

After all, the strength of these two monsters is extraordinary, and they have a close relationship with Lin Nian, so they should not be underestimated.

"Brother Lion."

Ji Jiuming nodded to the Wind and Thunder Holy Lion, with a hint of respect in his tone.

"Brother Dapeng."

He then turned to the Great Peng Golden Eagle, with the same attitude and etiquette.

The Wind and Thunder Holy Lion and the Great Peng Golden Eagle were obviously very satisfied with such a name, and they exchanged a proud look with each other, as if showing off their new names.

Seeing this scene, Lin Nian couldn't help but shake his head. He was already used to the funny behavior of these two guys and was too lazy to interfere.

As long as they didn't cause any trouble, just let them be.