Super Martial God

The sword of Yin spirit emits the breath of unparalleled destruction, which is enough to frighten the limitless master.

The most powerful friars present were Yuan Jing. They felt this breath and were even more frightened. At the same time, they also thought that Lin Mu was doomed.

Unexpectedly, without warning, Lin Mu stretched out his hand and pinched the ghost sword with his five fingers.

The face of "he Wanli" on the opposite side suddenly changed color.

How is that possible!

The sword of the spirit is one of his strongest killing moves. Even if the boundless strong don't check it, they will be stabbed by him. How can this Qi refining man react and block his sword of the spirit.

"It's so evil that I dare to run rampant in front of this seat."

The shepherd made a sudden effort, and an indescribable force burst out.

Now his nine turn Xuangong has been cultivated to four turns, and his physical strength is extremely terrible. This outbreak is like a devastating flood.

Bang!

Almost instantly, the sword of the spirit collapsed and was crushed by Lin Mu.

The monks all around stared at the scene in disbelief.

No one expected that Mr. mu, who seemed to be in a weak position before, would suddenly burst out with such terrible strength.

"No, you're not a gas boundary alchemist..."

The spirit screamed sharply.

Before he could finish, one hand grabbed his neck.

With a click, he Wanli's neck was broken by this hand.

Opposite, Lin Mu's eyes were indifferent.

After he Wanli's neck was broken, a vague shadow shook on him.

Lin Mu was so decisive that he quickly caught the shadow from he Wanli's body.

There is no doubt that this shadow is the spirit noumenon.

As soon as the body of the Yin spirit was caught, the towering evil Qi was released, which made the sky pale in an instant, dark clouds rolling and blood light all over the sky.

More numerous roars echoed, as if trillion souls were screaming.

However, without waiting for the spirit to become powerful, Lin Mu turned his hand and pressed it. The spirit was completely suppressed under his palm. With his fingers together, the dark clouds and blood disappeared, and only a shadow struggled in Lin Mu's palm.

"Who the hell are you?"

This shadow is the spirit, and its eyes stare at Lin Mu Dao coldly.

Lin Mu ignored him, turned his other hand, took out Ruyi money and wanted to suppress it.

"Stop, do you know who I am?"

Yin Ling finally panicked.

Lin Mu looked at him with a tiny palm.

At ordinary times, the Yin spirit certainly won't vent its identity, but at the moment, in order to order, it can only bite its teeth and say, "my noumenon is immortal Han Hu, a disciple of the Zhisheng sect. If you dare to suppress me, my noumenon will not let you go."

WOW!

There was an uproar all around, and all the monks looked at the spirit in horror.

This Yin Ling is actually from immortal Han Hu?

Immortal Han Hu, who is from the holy gate of Qianyuan Dynasty, is the only true biography of immortal Ma long, the third disciple of Qianyuan Dynasty.

No one expected that the source of the spirit was so big.

Lin Mu's eyes also flashed a light.

Holy gate?

He has already heard the name of the most holy sect.

However, after entering the ancient world, apart from Xin Tianhua, this is the first time he has met a saint disciple.

"Jie Jie Jie."

Everyone around reacted and made Lin Mu smile coldly. His eyes looked more disdainful.

No matter how strong the strength is, it is not an ant in front of the Holy Church.

Obviously, Yin Ling thought that Lin Mu was afraid of the holy religion.

"Bastard, don't you let me go?"

Then he looked cold and scolded Lin Mu.

Lin Mu smiled coldly. How could he let him go? Without hesitation, he flicked his finger and Ruyi money immediately pressed him down.

Just as the spirit was about to be suppressed, a majestic voice came from the spirit: "upright son, dare!"

Lin Mu ignored it. Ruyi's money pressed on the ghost and shrouded the latter's body a little bit.

"Well, I remember you. Don't let me seize the opportunity, or I will make your life worse than death..."

The sound of threat came out.

Until Ruyi money completely shrouded the ghost, the voice didn't disappear.

"Let me live rather than die?"

Originally, Lin Mu just wanted to deal with the ghost. He didn't think about what to do to immortal Han Hu. Now his eyes are cold when he hears this.

This immortal Han Hu really thinks he pinched it with mud. Kill it if you want, and threaten it if you want?

He's never had a good temper.

What about the most holy disciple.

He didn't believe it. The Qianyuan Zhisheng church personally shot him for a disciple.

If so, Qianyuan Zhisheng will not be busy.

After suppressing the Yin spirit in Ruyi's money, he left it alone and turned to look at the people in the withered grass hall.

"What's going on?"

He Wanli woke up.

Previously, his knowledge of the sea was completely controlled by the Yin spirit and could not be independent.

But his inquiry was only subconscious. After asking, he knew what had happened.

Just because he is controlled by the spirit doesn't mean he's completely unconscious.

Now when I was a little sober, I thought of what had happened. My face suddenly turned white and looked at Lin Mu with fear.

Mr. Mu's strength is so terrible that he was blind and obsessed to deal with each other.

It's better now. Once the other party wants to settle accounts after autumn, the withered grass hall can't stop it.

Thinking of this, he Wanli's body shook.

"Father."

He Qiandai and he Baiwei hurried forward, one left and one right to help he Wanli.

"Mr. mu, I don't know how you will let me go of the withered cottage?"

He Wanli is worthy of being the leader of the withered grass hall. He pushes away his children, stands upright and speaks solemnly to the forest shepherd.

"It's shameless. You dry grass hall did such a shameful thing. Do you want to let you go?"

Huoxuan looked at Lin Mu in awe, and then said to he Wanli proudly and disdainfully.

All along, they thought that the strength of Lin Mu was at most the peak of Yuanjing, otherwise they would not have been pursued by Wujue at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, the spirit of the boundless strong was suppressed by Lin Mu when he turned his hand. It can be seen how terrible the strength of Lin Mu is.

It seems that he and the people in ghost Valley underestimated Lin Mu too much.

However, Lin Mu's strength is strong, which is good for their ghost valley. At least now he doesn't care about the experts of withered grass hall.

Before that, he wanted to use the strength of Zhongnan mountain to deal with the withered grass hall. Now it seems that he doesn't need it at all.

There are forest shepherds here. These people in the withered grass hall can't turn out any waves at all.

"Our thatched cottage may have made a mistake, but Mr. Mu also got Shenglong stone from us. Can't it offset each other?"

The elder of withered grass Hall said calmly.

Lin Mu's face remained unchanged. He brushed the elder of the withered grass hall indifferently, and then said, "I said long ago that the Shenglong stone was traded. I saved your eldest lady. Your eldest lady gave me the Shenglong stone. I didn't force her. Since the transaction, there is no one who owes anyone. Besides, I gave you another chance to help he Qiandai resist the virtual rush. "

Speaking of this, Lin Mu said coldly: "the opportunity has passed, there will be no more opportunities. Murderers and people will kill them. If you want to kill me in the withered grass hall, you must be ready to be reaped by me."