Super Martial God

Lin Mu flicked his fingers, and more than ten Taoist spirits were sent out. Those strange birds flying in the air were shot down by him one after another.

As soon as they landed on the ground, these corpses disappeared and became evil spirits again.

After solving the nearby corpse ghost, Lin Mu looked relaxed and looked at the thick fog ahead.

Suddenly, a frightening smell came from the fog.

Lin Mu looked dignified, because it was the breath of the most holy party.

Almost at the same time, in the thick fog, a man in black who could not see his face came out slowly, full of evil spirit.

strike first to gain the initiative!

Lin Mu punched the man in black with his fist strength.

The man in black made a move.

A long black sword fell from the sky and fell into his hands.

This long black sword is a sacred weapon.

Yeqianche is right. There are lost sacred artifacts in this ancient battlefield area.

Without hesitation, Lin Mu gathered his strength in his fist again and turned it into a huge fist seal. With the momentum of collapsing mountains and rivers, he went to the other party's violent suppression.

The body of the man in black suddenly flew into the air, and there was a trace of black air wave on the black long sword.

Then, these black air waves transformed at a very fast speed, forming a large sword world.

This sword world is divided into countless small sword world, which is extremely terrible.

Lin Mu's fist strength met the sword world, and the sword world swallowed it.

But it doesn't scare Lin Mu.

His fist strength was only slightly reduced, and immediately erupted into a more violent power, like a raging river.

The man in black saw that although his world was powerful, he could not resist Lin Mu's fist attack, and there were signs of collapse.

Buzz!

Seeing that the world of sword Qi is unstable, the man in black has no expression, and his eyes are still black. He can't see any fluctuation.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the sword world of the man in black suddenly changed and turned into a black sword.

Every black sword is transformed from a sword world.

Countless black swords vibrated and chanted, and attacked Lin Mu like raindrops.

"Hum!"

Lin Mu Leng hum.

"Six samsara."

He hit a great blow.

When the palm comes out, all sides are silent, and all things return to the ruins.

Boom!

The terrible palm wave collides with the dense black sword to form a wave that destroys everything.

Under this fluctuation, Lin Mu and the man in black were shaken back.

Kill Yang finger!

Lin Mu didn't want to give the man in black a chance to fight back, so he took action immediately.

A startling finger force pierced through the void and shot at the man in black.

Poop!

This finger pierced the body of the man in black.

It's just, it's no use.

The body of the man in black soon recovered, and Lin Mu's finger strength was like passing through the running water.

Lin Mu didn't despair.

Instead, he suddenly moved in his heart and pointed out again.

It is still the "Yang killing finger".

But this time it was different. He added the breath of the original world to his finger of killing Yang.

This is inspired by the sword world of the man in black.

He wants to see whether the other party's sword is strong in the world or his origin.

The results were unexpected.

As soon as the man in black meets the mieyang finger that adds the power of origin, it turns into black smoke and spreads like paper meets fire.

"So, these corpses are afraid of the power of the source?"

Lin Mu's eyes are bright.

To be honest, he also had a headache when the saint level corpse evil spirit appeared.

Originally, he thought that he would return in vain this time.

Unexpectedly, things will turn around.

His mind observed all directions and found that night qianche and Shangguan Jing'an were also blocked by the corpse evil spirit.

With this opportunity, he didn't stay much and continued to fly deeper into the ancient battlefield.

He naturally trusts yeqianche.

But he noticed that there were other saints lurking around qianche tonight.

Those saints must have been taught in the West.

As for Shangguan Jingan, behind him stood the parliament.

Neither the Western church nor the parliament will necessarily stand on the same line with him in the future.

Therefore, if there are great benefits here, of course, he should choose to seize it by himself rather than go to cheap Western churches and parliaments.

On the road after that, corpses and evil spirits continued to appear.

The strength of these corpse demons is becoming more and more terrible. There are even corpse demons comparable to the sage Yuguo.

Fortunately, all corpses are afraid of the power of the source.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for him to quit when he gets here.

Now he has the strength to deal with a Yuguo saint, not to mention there is more than one Yuguo level corpse.

In addition, these corpses do not have the power of immortality. If they are killed once by him, they cannot rise again.

This is the difference between the saint level corpse and the real saint.

After killing 11 Holy Level corpses, Lin Mu came to the core of the ancient battlefield.

As soon as he got here, he felt the air become depressed.

Ten thousand miles ahead, there lies a golden skeleton.

The golden skeleton was shaped like a giant ox.

Looking at the smell, it is the most holy.

To be exact, this is a most holy skeleton.

The most holy bones are full of terror and death.

I'm afraid other friars below Saint level can't bear this kind of pressure. But Lin Mu has the ninth view, and this kind of pressure can no longer oppress him.

He moved on.

Two million miles, another skeleton appeared in front of him.

This skeleton is better preserved.

She is a stunning beauty, and even some of her skin is as tender as jade.

However, this does not change the fact that she has died.

She's out of her wits. She's gone.

It still looks like alive, just because the most holy body is immortal.

Next, Lin Mu saw one sage's bones after another.

Half an hour later, Lin Mu saw a total of 27 sage bones.

This is greatly inconsistent with the data that ye qianche said that 33 saints fell in Linglu World War I.

But he was not surprised.

After all, some sage bones are likely to be taken away by other monks.

It's also possible that these saints didn't fall, but later resurrected and left.

He didn't see the bones of the upper fruit level spirit deer.

Lin Mu has already seen these things.

At the moment, what he cares more is that he found that in the void of the ancient battlefield, there are many residual souls of saints.

The reason why there are so many corpses here lies in the residual souls of these saints.

The remnant soul of a saint is easy to affect the evil Qi, and let the evil Qi condense and mutate to form a corpse evil spirit.

The ghost of these saints is obviously more terrible than the corpse.

Even if other saints rush in and are besieged by a large number of residual souls of saints, it will be more or less dangerous.

Lin Mu's mind glanced around and saw the remains of twenty-five saints.

Although the strength of these saints is far inferior to that of saints, the victory lies in the large number.

Among them, there are several dead souls of Yuguo sage.

When they rush up, not to mention the next sage and other monks, even the sage Yuguo will be in danger.

Even though Lin Mu has the strength to suppress the next sage, it is estimated that he can hold on here for less than a quarter of an hour with his own strength.

In a quarter of an hour, he will be torn apart by the ghost of these saints.

This is definitely a fierce place.

Lin Mu didn't understand why the ancient battlefield was here, but no one dared to wander.

Now he understood immediately, but it was too scary.

Even a saint can't carry it in.

In the siege of more than 20 saints, the strongest fighting saints in the parliament may not be their opponents.