Sovereign of the Era

Two days passed.

Lin Yun, who has made sufficient preparations, leaves Fuyun sword sect with xiaobingfeng and thief cat.

Kunlun Kingdom dragon calendar 3301 years, this day, Lin Yun is officially set foot in Kunlun, began to belong to his experience.

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Floating cloud sea, a desolate seemingly barren island, quietly fell to the shadow.

It was Lin Yun who had left Fuyun sword school for more than a month. Almost all the names on the scroll that were easy to chew were removed, and the rest were hard bones.

Under the desert island, there is a secret underground palace.

In the palace, a middle-aged black robe is sitting on a gorgeous throne. A woman dressed in exposed clothes, with a crisp chest, is waiting carefully on the chair.

On both sides of his throne stood ten great masters, male and female, enjoying fine food and wine.

Ten people without exception, all of them are the top cultivation of the seven levels of heaven and soul. They are evil and restrained, and they are only half a step away from breaking through the star king.

In the Kunlun era, ordinary people are born with a congenital environment. As long as they have a little talent, it's not difficult to fight all the way to heaven at the age of 15.

But Xingjun is a ridge, which almost nine adults can't pass.

The Fuyun sword clan has a population of more than 100 million, and its disciples are only 500. You can know that for ordinary people, even star king is not so easy to achieve.

The man on the throne was in his fifties, his face was grim, and his eyebrows were full of anger. His accomplishments have reached the peak of Xingyuan realm, which is much better than many disciples of Fuyun sword sect.

The breath is very heavy, the most important thing is that the evil spirit on the body is very terrible, and the blood light circulation is faintly visible in the eyes.

He is Huang Yong!

Many of his disciples in Xingjing escaped several times.

At the moment, there are musicians playing in the palace and beautiful women dancing.

He and his master, drink, chat, enjoy the dance.

"Brother, when do we have to hide Don't you just bury the flower boy? There's nothing to be afraid of! " Ten half step Star King's master, a big man drinking wine, very dissatisfied said.

Huang Yong's face was cold and stern. He took a sip of wine and did not answer.

In recent January, a man suddenly appeared in cangxuan's mansion, claiming to be buried as Prince Hua. Many evil cults died in this man's hands, and Huang Yong faintly realized that something was wrong. These dead evil cults and Fuyun sword clan had a grudge.

He was cautious by nature, so he hid himself and planned to wait for the wind to pass before he came out.

The people of Fuyun sword clan can't spend all their time chasing and killing evil spirits. They also need to practice. Huang Yong knows this very well.

"Hey, seven. In this place, some eat, some drink, some play, and there is a spiritual spring, which can be closed to practice at any time. Recently, the young man who buried flowers is in full swing. It's no bad thing to avoid it. "

A wicked monk with a wicked look and a wicked eye, staring at the dancing maid, has a dirty light in his eyes.

"I'm afraid that the flower boy will be killed here." Some people are more careful to say.

Hum!

Huang Yong shook his glass and said in a cold voice, "if he dares to come, I will let him die without a corpse. I'm not really afraid of him. I just don't want to get into trouble. "

His underground palace was built by abandoning his kung fu. In addition to being secret, he also arranged several spirit arrays.

As long as it's not the master of astrology who breaks in, other people will not even know how to die.

If Huang Yong had been in the cangxuan mansion for so many years, how could Huang Yong have no means? This old nest is not so easy to be broken.

"Elder brother, the purple flame Golden Lotus in the spirit spring is ripe!"

At this time, the side door of the underground palace, a man in yellow robe, came over with a brocade box in his arms.

Purple flame Golden Lotus!

In the main hall, those martial artists who are half step star king suddenly see the light, they are willing to follow Huang Yong. It is because he holds a secret spiritual spring, in which grows purple flame Golden Lotus.

Now purple flame Golden Lotus, mature again, as long as you give them a lotus leaf, you can impact the realm of star king.

"Step back!"

Huang Yong's eyelids jump, he will side of the woman away, and waved to retreat.

Shua!

Then, in a flash, he came to the warrior in yellow.

The warrior in yellow is shocked. He is too quick. Ordinary Xingjun is afraid that he will be defeated in front of his elder brother. The so-called Pro disciples of the clan always think highly of themselves, but many of them have died in Huang Yong's hands these years.

In particular, two years ago, four disciples of Fuyun sword sect died after being abused by the elder brother.

It can be said that it caused a sensation in cangxuan mansion. The Fuyun sword clan was furious, and even many elders went out. But the elder brother is still carefree now.

Huang Yong grabs the brocade box, and in a flash, sits on the palace again.

He quickly opened the box and saw the purple flame Golden Lotus placed in it. He could not help but smile: "I have been waiting for the golden lotus to mature for several years. As long as the lotus heart is refined, I can impact the star world!""Congratulations to big brother!"

"with this treasure, it is possible for big brother to impact the astrological realm within three years."

"Hey, elder brother, this purple flame Golden Lotus is a different species. The lotus heart is stained with a trace of demon blood. Don't mention the astrology, it's not impossible to impact the Shendan realm within three years! "

The master under his command immediately got up and flattered.

Huang Yong is a man of unsmiliarity and sullen temperament. However, he is rarely excited at the moment.

This object is indeed heterogeneous, but his talent is not high. Within three years, the impact star camera will be very large, but it is quite difficult to become a god Dan realm master.

However, he was satisfied to be able to impact the astrology. In the cangxuan mansion, the astrological realm was already very terrible.

Apart from the patriarch, not many people can hold on to it.

Huang Yong said with a smile, "don't worry, I won't treat you badly. There are 13 lotus leaves, and you can't live without them."

"Thank you very much, brother."

"Big brother, just one word, I'll go through fire and water, and I'll never say goodbye."

A group of people immediately glowed with excitement.

Huang Yong sneers at how loyal these people are. But as long as they can be kept under pressure, they will not be afraid of any tricks.

"Purple flame Golden Lotus with demon blood is rare. I want it too."

At this time, a cold voice came.

"Well?"

The palace immediately quieted down, each look slightly changed, eyes free.

"Since you are here, why don't you show up? It's no use hiding." Huang Yong's smile on his face instantly converged, and the whole face became extremely gloomy and cold. At the same time, he quietly collected the purple flame and golden lotus.

As long as the other party dares to appear in this palace, no matter what the origin, he will surely die.

The array in this hall was made by a famous master Xuanxuan who spent a lot of money to arrange.

The star elixir alone has run out of thousands.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

No one responded, only a burst of rapid Xiao sound, like thousands of troops roaring past. Then there was a continuous explosion. The array patterns hidden in the wall were broken one after another, and the star God Dan at the node was blown to pieces.

The so-called spirit array immediately fell apart.

Boom!

The palace, full of lights and splendor, immediately became extremely dim.

Only a few candle lights flickered in the air, flickering faint light, the hall became bright and dark.

It's him!

When the man came, all the masters under Huang Yong's command turned pale.

Bury the flower childe, he really killed!

He came out of cangxuan mansion recently. He was decisive to the extreme. In a short period of one month, the evil cultivation who killed more than ten stars and monarchs was handed down to the gods.

He had silver hair, a mask to cover half of his face, and a silver robe. One flute, one sword, one flute and one sword make the people scared.

Once, in order to pursue and kill a evil monk, he killed hundreds of people overnight and uprooted the villa that the other side had been operating for a long time.

Huang Yong's face changed. He really dared to kill his nest.

Whoa!

The hall suddenly reappeared light, silver light like snow, scattered in every corner.

They quickly looked back and saw a shadow of people at the entrance. The light came from him, like the legend, with a silver mask, long silver hair, and a silver robe.

He carried a silver sword case on his back. No one has seen the sword so far.

He held a long flute in his hand. He didn't move, but just standing there, there was a terrible edge on his face, forcing people to kick.

Bury the flower boy!

People's hearts were shaking, their backs were cold, and their lips were shaking uncontrollably.

"Kill him!"

On the gorgeous throne, Huang Yong said without expression.

But these people who had gone through fire and water for him did not move. Huang Yong's face was extremely ugly.

A bunch of bastards!

"If you don't want to die, go away."

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth picks up a smile, a light way.

"Thank you very much for burying the flower childe

Several people were relieved and fled from the side door one after another. They did not dare to stay for a moment. The empty hall, blink of an eye only left Lin Yun, and Huang Yong sitting on the throne.

"I don't have a grudge against you, do you? If you are willing to let me go, I will give back the purple flame and golden lotus with both hands! " Huang Yong said with a fluke in his heart.

"You know if there is a grudge."

Lin Yun said in a low voice, staring at each other coldly. Two years ago, the other side tortured and killed four disciples of Fuyun sword sect.

Shake cangxuan, so that the reputation of the flying cloud sword clan.

Zongmen several times revenge, did not find his people, this time is to find out his nest. He did not dare to send the elder of Shendan realm to frighten the snake. He was afraid that his disciples would come and die.The name of this man was written on the scroll of cloud.

"It's really from the Fuyun sword sect."

Huang Yong's face showed a smile, and suddenly became much more relaxed. He said with a cold smile, "your voice is very young. You should not be an elder of zongmen. Since you are here, don't go!"

If you are not an elder, you are not a strong one in the realm of Shendan.

Star King, if the other side is astrology, he can't beat, but there are still many ways to go. But it's just xingxingxingjing. Hehe, there are not too many disciples who died in his hands.

Wheezing!

The voice falls, the power of Star King on his body erupts suddenly, turn into a remnant shadow to kill toward Lin Yun.

Lin Yun did not move, only put the purple jade God bamboo flute on his lips. As soon as the sound of the bamboo flute rose, there was a strong wind, and the wind roared like thunder!

Hum!

Huang Yong's speed immediately slowed down a lot, he felt the invisible sword meaning, accompanied by Xiao sound, he was blocking his progress.

Play tricks!

Huang Yong snorted coldly and continued to rush forward.

The sound of Xiao is changeable, which perfectly performs the artistic conception of romantic and snowy moon in thunder sound sword technique. For a while, the wind is roaring like thunder, while the falling flowers are dancing, and the clouds and snow are flying.

In the palace, the sound of Xiao is dim, and the chill suddenly drops.

Lin Yun's sword sense spreads out with the sound of the flute. His long hair is flying, and the silver light is falling, like a surging white cloud, changing constantly. The sword light in the hall seems to be flying like snowflakes.

Huang Yong holds his breath, and in the process of approaching Lin Yun, his body is scarred and his blood is flowing.

"Die!"

Only one step away, the anger accumulated in Huang Yong's heart broke out completely. He soared into the air and roared furiously.

Holy sky!

Lin Yun raised his eyes, eyebrows surging, Xiao sound straight into the sky.

The sound of God is like thunder, breaking the clouds!

Before Huang Yong had time to fall, he was engulfed by a silver light, and his whole body was cut in two.

When a song is over, there is still a lingering sound.

The spatter of blood, a drop of sound wave fixed in the air, as if time were imprisoned.

Lin Yun put down the purple jade God bamboo flute, reached out and pulled the brocade box on the throne.

He turned to leave, silver flashing, the splash of the show blood just like a rainstorm, Shua non-stop falling down.

I'm going to write the third chapter. You'll see it tomorrow morning. 】

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