Eternal Martial Emperor

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"Where is this?" Just as Lin Yun entered the eighth-floor palace of the Ninth-floor Royal Palace, what appeared to him was a huge bronze palace.

At this moment, the gates of the palace were open, but when Lin Yun entered, he immediately released his consciousness. What he discovered was not only the breath of a sixth-level emperor, but also a breath without any state.

Lin Yun, with both hands on his back, walked into this bronze palace.

In front of it is a straight corridor with a length of 100 meters. There is a shimmering kerosene lamp hanging on the corridor. The surrounding atmosphere makes people feel a bit of depression.

This promenade with faint lights is like a wild beast with an open mouth, waiting for the prey to throw itself into its mouth.

Lin Yun looked around with vigilance. After all, he had broken through the seventh-floor palace in the Ninth-floor Palace of Yutian, although it was not too difficult for him.

But if you change to any one of the same realm, or even a sixth-level Wuhuang enters here, there will be no doubt.

"Sir! Please come back!" I don't know when, a faint voice came from the end of the corridor. Although the tone was not loud, it was clearly transmitted to Lin Yun's ears.

Lin Yun stopped and stared at the dark group at the end of the corridor, trying to see through, but found that his consciousness could not capture anything at all.

"Your Excellency has passed through the seventh-floor hall, and it must have been the four-winged white tiger." The voice came again after a long time.

Lin Yun was unmoved, still carrying his hands, but the sword of the demon God behind him appeared, indicating his vigilance.

This is the only time he has been reborn until now, without feeling any breath of a creature.

This feeling made Lin Yun feel very uncomfortable.

"The four-winged white tiger is the mount of the Lord. If you wake the Lord, you will never be spared." The voice passed into Lin Yun's ears. Although the words were quite ironic, the tone was very sincere. "Hi, please leave quickly."

"What if I don't?" After a long time, Lin Yun asked back.

The man who was talking didn't seem to think that Lin Yun would answer like this, and fell into meditation for a while.

"Then let me repulse the Lord." With a voice, a figure appeared at the end of the promenade.

I saw a young boy in white walking slowly towards Lin Yun.

The eyebrows are clear, the lips are like peony, the white embroidered brocade, and the silver and white spear is in her hand, but her eyes are closed.

When meeting this young boy in white, Lin Yun felt even more puzzled. Even if this young boy in white was standing in front of his eyes, his own sense could not capture his slightest existence.

"Is it a broken soul?" Lin Yun remembered a thing that had been heard from his predecessors. At that time, his ten martial saints were preparing to go to a place of inheritance, but they met a practitioner who had no breath. .

Although this practitioner has no realm, but his strength is above Wu Sheng, in the end, ten Wu Sheng struggled to death before they beheaded.

Later, in this place of inheritance, they learned that this creature was named Breaking Soul.

It is rumored that after the practitioner's death, one of the three souls and six souls had a chance that one of them could not enter the reincarnation, but could only dissolve in the Three Realms, and its name was broken soul.

The broken soul inherited the realm of his life, but he lost his memory and could no longer continue to cultivate. No one could detect his true strength.

Lin Yun looked at the boy in white and was lost in thought.

"My name is closed at night." The boy in white raised his spear, pointed at Lin Yun, and said quietly, "If you don't listen to dissuasion, then cut it off!"

The young boy in white shook his spear. The spear was flexible like a dragon, and stabbed at Lin Yun's chest.

Lin Yun snorted, pulled out the demon sword, and raised his sword to resist.

With a bang, Lin Yun took a few steps back, and the boy in white stood firmly in place.

After Lin Yun stood firm, he probably had a number in his heart. If this boy in white clothes really had a realm, at least it would be a realm above the second-level emperor.

"The demon core crystal!" Lin Yun didn't hesitate, leaving only the palace on the last floor, and the boy in white in front of him was not the lord monster of this palace.

The lord monster on the eighth floor of the palace should be the lord said in his mouth, a monster with a sixth-level Wuhuang realm.

Lin Yun directly started the first stage of the demon core crystal, and raised his sword to meet.

"Your Excellency! Then kill it!" The young boy in white voice was cold, although his eyes were blind, but he did not affect Lin Yun's existence in the slightest.

I saw Lin Yunhun's body faintly smoky, his body flickered in place.

Extinction sword-first style.

As soon as Lin Yun shot, there was no movement at all, but he disappeared as a whole, and in the place where he disappeared, a sword spirit emerged out of thin air.

At the same time, the boy in white changed his face and seemed to feel that Lin Yun was a little tricky. He felt that Ling Jian's sword qi was coming towards him.

The boy in white lifted a lance to resist, and the sword gas was chopped on his lance, and a tweet was made, and the boy retreated.

At this time, Lin Yun's figure appeared directly behind him.

The boy in white snorted coldly and hurried forward. After seeing his white robe, he had been scratched by a demon sword and blood dripped.

The boy in white bit his lip and never made a sound.

"Who dares disturb the King to rest?" At this moment, a terrible voice came from the end of the promenade. The sound was like a thunderous ear, and it was like a stormy sea.

"The Lord is awake!" The boy in white, who had just looked down on life and death, heard the voice at this moment, like a bird frightened by a bow, kneeling on the ground with one knee, and shivering and bowing towards the end of the promenade. "You can't go now, the Lord is awake."

"Night off, who is bothering me!" A roar at the end of the promenade, and the whole palace shook violently between then and then.

"Lord, the inheritor ..." Ye Xiu said tremblingly.

"Inheritor? I didn't expect anyone could come to the eighth floor." The voice at the end of the promenade was suddenly silent. After a while, he asked, "Is the king's mount killed by him?"

Lin Yun sneered and went straight to the end of the promenade, thinking in his heart that even pretending to be a ghost, even the monster and beast would not.

"Also. Bring him in. After the king has surrendered to him, he will be thrown to the seventh-floor temple to be the master of the temple."

"Big words!" Lin Yun snorted, and saw that his whole body's skin was bright red at this moment, and the whole figure merged into the white steam mist.