Eternal Martial Emperor

Chapter 2791 The truth you want!

"Bastard!" The soul-dangling messenger immediately sealed his hands and shouted angrily: "The evil ghost borrows!"

As the voice of the soul-smashing messenger fell, Lin Yun felt a gloomy and terrifying aura, suppressing his body.

At this moment, Lin Yun actually felt unable to move, his soul seemed to be suppressed.

In the next second, the evil spirit opened its mouth, and its mouth grew bigger and bigger, like a bottomless cave.

Boom boom!

Immediately afterwards, a humanoid spirit body with a hideous face erupted from the mouth of the evil ghost, rushing towards Lin Yun.

These human-shaped spirit bodies are weapons that contain "soul power" in their hands, like a thousand horses.

Lin Yun seemed to be facing a demon from hell, immediately controlling the skull arm, the sword of the devil swung wanton, and beheaded all the human spirit bodies.

but!

There are many humanoid spirit bodies in this group, and in the end there are still many humanoid spirit bodies, which penetrated the rib cage and caused damage to Lin Yun's soul.

The soul swinging messenger panted heavily, and the evil spirit returned to his back, his body flashed with light, and the wound that was directly cut by Lin Yun was recovering quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strong soul power is constantly overflowing from the soul swinger.

Lin Yun broke out in cold sweat, and his face was a little pale. Although he didn't have any scars on his body, he has consumed a lot of mental power, and only less than 30% is left. If he fights like this, he will undoubtedly lose.

"It seems that over the years...you have absorbed a lot of soul..." Lin Yun shook his head, trying to make himself more sober.

The intensive soul attack has already made his understanding somewhat unclear.

A thin mist filled the world, making the whole world look a little hazy, but it also revealed a chilling and gloomy atmosphere.

The Soul Smasher grinned, and said: "My evil ghost has stored the souls of tens of millions of people. It is impossible for you to defeat me!"

The soul-sweeping messenger is a human, and it is naturally impossible to absorb the soul of others to supplement one's own soul.

But his martial soul is a spirit body, which can rely on devouring the soul to supplement his own soul power.

From any angle, Lin Yun's battle is undoubtedly defeated.

In the past, the soul-sweeping messenger relied on this evil spirit, not knowing how many souls had been swallowed, and its methods were extremely cruel and frightening.

"Your threat is too great, I can't keep you today." The Soul Drifter has already made a decision, and Lin Yun's ability to reach such strength at this age should indeed be awesome.

And he also understood that people like Lin Yun would never submit to anyone's feet.

Rather than sending him into the underworld as a threat, I will resolve it here today and end a threat.

After all, Wei Zongxian had already told him that it was the Murong alchemist of the Tu Shenzong who made the guard of the magic palace.

"Your bones are hard enough, but if the other people in your Divine Slaughter Sect are as sturdy as you, I have to try again." The soul-sweeping messenger released the evil spirit again and let him attack Lin Yun. Turning his gaze, he fell on the dragon and phoenix beast in the distance.

The dragon and phoenix beast couldn't help but shudder, and just staring at the soul swinger, he felt like he was in hell.

"Don't think about it!" Lin Yun roared, and there was no time to think at this moment, because the evil spirit was in front, and he couldn't stop the Soul Drifter.

As soon as Lin Yun's voice fell, the four ink beard tentacles flew out of Lin Yun's palm, and then landed in four different directions.

In a blink of an eye, the Mobeard prison enshrouded Lin Yun, Soul Dancing Messenger, and Wei Zongxian.

Looking at the dark space all around, the soul-sweeping messenger directly recalled the evil spirits. Looking at Lin Yun, he couldn't help asking, "What do you want to do?"

Lin Yun did not answer, but silently raised the Demon God's sword, pointed at the Soul Drifter, and said coldly: "This will be your graveyard."

When he heard these words, the Soul Sweeping Messenger was stunned for a while, and then roared with laughter, and said, "Why, you want to kill me too?"

Lin Yun turned his head to look at Wei Zongxian and found that Wei Zongxian looked solemn, because Wei Zongxian knew Lin Yun, if he was not sure, Lin Yun would never put himself in a place of death.

Since Lin Yun was able to release the "Ink Beard Prison", perhaps he really had other cards.

"The Sanctuary Alliance has been searching for the truth. I want to know why Yasuo has the Purple Flame Demon Blade, and I want to know what secrets I have..." Lin Yun said in a faint tone. There is a better way.

Although he also understood that if the Demon God was displayed here, he might not be able to kill the Soul Drifter.

However, the dragon and phoenix beasts were dead, and he couldn't take care of the others.

Just as he saved the Wushuang Saintess a few days ago, whether the true identity is known or not is really important.

But in comparison, Lin Yun in this life is even more reluctant to see his companions die in front of him, yet he is powerless.

He didn't want the tragedy of a hundred years ago to happen again.

Hearing Lin Yun's words, Wei Zongxian took a few steps forward, frowning, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he tentatively asked: "Are you related to the Eternal Temple a hundred years ago?"

The Sanctuary Alliance had always suspected that Lin Yun, or Yasuo, had an inextricable relationship with the Temple of Eternity.

Otherwise, why did the weapon of Venerable Sword of the Eternal Temple fall on Yasuo's body.

But today, does Lin Yun want to solve this mystery by himself?

At the same time, Lin Yun exudes a mysterious and ancient aura, and this aura makes the evil spirits behind the soul-sweeping messenger tremble, as if some great danger is about to happen.

Lin Yun was extremely aloof, his body slowly floating in midair, his eyes deep.

In the next second, the terrifying demon **** will come!

"This is the truth you want!"

The seven-eyed prehistoric demon god, floating behind Lin Yun, the terrifying aura filled the entire ink beard prison.

Between the sky and the earth, there is already dead silence.

Both Wei Zongxian and the Soul Sweeping Messenger were stunned, completely shocked that they could not even speak.

Lin Yun doesn't need to say his true identity, just with the Demon God as the martial soul, there is only one person in the Three Realms-Emperor Wudi!

"How... how is it possible!? Zichun, isn't this a fantasy world created by him?" Wei Zongxian still couldn't believe that all of this would be true. Why did people who had died a hundred years ago appear here?

The Soul Drifting Messenger was also terrified, Emperor Wudi, these four words alone were enough to make the Three Realms shake three times.