Killing intentions are like tides, unparalleled violentness!

Under the cover of this crazy murderous intent, Lin Yong felt his body trembling.

If this murderous intent is vast like the world, then Lin Yong feels like a mayfly, a mayfly that is in the vast world and is powerless to resist.

Although Lin Yong really wanted to withstand this pressure and keep his consciousness awake, in an instant, Lin Yong felt that he was in a state of confusion.

Junfuka, at this moment, there is no chance to use the skills he has.

Fortunately, the murderous intent comes quickly and retreats quickly. In other words, the vast murderous intent disappears without a trace.

Lin Yong, who woke up, felt that his clothes were soaked behind him, and his spirit was a little drowsy.

"It's pretty good if you didn't faint." A sound of praise came from the courtyard.

At this moment, Lin Yongcai saw clearly that there were four or five people sitting in the courtyard where Cheng Qianshan lived.

Although Cheng Qianshan is the master of this place, he is not sitting in the master's seat at this moment. Instead, he is standing quietly on one side.

On the main seat, a middle-aged man with a majestic face, he was tall and sat there, giving people a feeling of being motionless.

Next to this majestic middle-aged man, there were two young men who looked just seventeen or eighteen years old.

These two young men were a man and a woman, and the man was wearing a black dress, while the woman was wearing a purple long dress.

The appearance of these two people alone can be regarded as a handsome man and a beautiful woman!

The moment he saw the two people, Lin Yong felt the first thing he wanted was the murderous intent that came out of the young man.

The murderous intent that was like a tide just now emanated from him!

At the first moment, Lin Yong felt anger, but soon, he calmed down.

Just because the two of them are even higher than Cheng Qianshan, the difference between me and them is too far.

To make a blacksmith must be strong himself. People speak by strength. How can you express resentment?

"I have seen the commander of the commander!" Lin Yong did not know who these three were, so he obediently saluted Cheng Qianshan.

Cheng Qianshan ignored Lin Yong's salute, but said to the man sitting high in the middle: "Sir, he is the martial soldier who is responsible for pasting the soul-suppressing talisman to the ancient tomb of Ximeng this time."

Cheng Qianshan knew Lin Yong's name, but here, Cheng Qianshan only had the word Wu Zu.

What this means is naturally self-evident!

The tall figure glanced at Lin Yong, frowned slightly and said, "The small achievement of the Queyuan Realm is also good."

Cheng Qianshan's face showed a hurricane: "When he was pasting the soul-suppressing talisman to the Ximian ancient tomb, he was stuck in the bottleneck of the small formation of the Yuan Realm for several years. After the oppression of the Yin Qi of the Ximian ancient tomb, he broke through by chance."

Before the tall figure could speak, the man in black said with a hint of sarcasm: "This breakthrough is a matter of life and death, haha!"

The woman in purple dress glanced at Lin Yong and said to the tall figure: "Mr. Zhuo, this martial arts soldier is still useful, so let him go and paste the soul-squeezing talisman tonight."

The tall figure was not polite to Cheng Qianshan, but it was obviously a bit flattering to the woman in purple.

"Since Fairy Mi said that, then let's settle it."

As he spoke, the tall figure's eyes fell on Lin Yong and said, "Go back and prepare well, don't embarrass me on the Wuwei."

While speaking, he waved his hand softly and signaled that Lin Yong could step down.

Lin Yong felt very uncomfortable here. Although he didn't know who this Lord Zhuo was and the young man and woman, he really realized that the gap between him and these people was too big.

"As for your order!" Lin Yong bowed and left quickly.

Just as Lin Yong left the courtyard and was about to return to his residence, a figure blocked in front of him: "The envoy of the palm will ask you to wait for him here."

Seeing this figure, Lin Yong was stunned for a moment, and he said almost instinctively: "What do you call a brother?"

As soon as he said that, Lin Yong suddenly remembered that this person seemed to be Bai Pu, but he was a little uncertain.

A trace of helplessness appeared on Bai Pu's face, but in the end he said: "Lin Wuzun, my name is Bai Pu."

Cheng Qianshan made Lin Yong wait for an hour before he came over and met Lin Yong in a hurry. Wuwai was not allowed to retreat no matter what the situation encountered when he was pasting the ancient tomb of Ximeng.

Looking at Cheng Qianshan who was leaving in a hurry, Lin Yong felt a slump in his heart.

The first and second time I went to Xijian to paste, Cheng Qianshan did not show up at all, just an ordinary martial arts soldier, watching him at the foot of the mountain.

But this time, not only did the unknown Lord Zhuo come, but two young men and women with big airs come. All this is enough to show that it is not an easy thing to paste the soul-suppressing talisman in the ancient tomb of Ximeng for the third time.

There must be huge dangers in this.

What should I do to ensure that I am safe?

Thinking of the violent murderous intent that was like a tide and Cheng Qianshan’s warning expression, Lin Yong felt his heart tight.

After defeating Luo San, he passed the assessment of the second-class martial arts soldiers, thinking that he could gain a foothold in the Great Yue Dynasty. It seems that he was still a little naive about thinking.

Looking at the four Junfu cards in his heart, Lin Yong regained a little confidence. Although he didn't know how to use his Junfu cards now, having these Junfu cards in his hand means that he would not have no power to fight back in the next danger.

The moon is as cold as frost, and the world is quiet!

The Ximian ancient tomb, which had just returned to peace the day before yesterday, seemed to be covered with a layer of blood under the moonlight. Looking at the Ximian ancient tomb from afar, Lin Yong couldn't help but feel a hint of chilling over his back.

At this moment, he felt more and more that there was a peerless ferocious beast under the ancient tomb of Ximeng. However, at this time, the ferocious beast was in shackles.

Once this ferocious beast breaks free from the shackles, everything around it will be destroyed as the beast exits the gate.

Whether it was the tall Lord Zhuo or the young man and woman, they looked at the ancient tomb of Xizhang in front of them with a complicated look.

"The blood is like a cover!" Lord Zhuo suddenly spoke, feeling deeply.

The man in black was not very convinced of Lord Zhuo's feelings. He snorted: "Even if this thousand-year-old Xuanling gathers the power of heaven and earth, he cannot escape my ban on Xuguan."

A smile appeared on Lord Zhuo's face: "Young Brother Sun is right. Although Qiannian Xuanling is powerful, it is still far inferior to Chong and Tianshi."

The man in black had a little smug look on his face, and he said lightly: "The master of the temple has been busy breaking through the realm over the years, so he has no time to pay attention to these ghosts. Once he comes out of seclusion, nothing is wrong."

The woman in purple frowned slightly. Although she was dissatisfied with the man in black, she did not say anything in the end.

Cheng Qianshan followed the three of them and was like a servant, with no chance to speak at all, and Lin Yong naturally had no qualifications to speak.

A hundred feet away from the ancient tomb, Lord Zhuo was the first to stop. He looked at the ancient tomb and said in a deep voice: "Let's start here!"

Speaking of this, his eyes fell on Lin Yong: "Go up and stick the demon-suppressing talisman in your hand to the ancient tomb."

This time, the person who handed Lin Yong the Demon Suppression Talisman turned into Cheng Qianshan. The Demon Suppression Talisman turned into a red copper-colored square the size of an adult's palm.

The talisman full of mysterious meanings was filled with warmth. The moment she took the talisman, Lin Yong felt a warmth in his heart.

"There were no accidents in the previous few times!" Cheng Qianshan seemed to feel something at this moment and comforted him softly.

There were no surprises in the previous few times, maybe there would be surprises this time.

Lin Yong was muttering this sentence in his heart, and in the end he walked towards the Xigang ancient tomb.

At the same time, a hint of sarcasm arose in his heart. He originally thought that the biggest danger of the Ximian ancient tomb was the chill it emits, but now it seems that the real danger of the Ximian ancient tomb should be the so-called thousand-year-old mysterious spirit in the tomb.

I didn’t have any problems in the previous few times, I hope there will be no problems this time!

Lin Yong threw the messy thoughts aside and prayed secretly in his heart that the most important thing for him now was to survive.

One hundred feet, fifty feet, thirty feet...

The biting cold made Lin Yong's body tremble continuously. Although his Flowing Fire Body Fist has reached the sixth level, the recent cold seems to have increased a lot compared to the past.

In the quiet world, there was only the sound of Lin Yong's own footsteps, and the footsteps made Lin Yong feel more and more frightened.

A hundred fingers passed by, and Lin Yong had already arrived ten feet away from the blood-colored ancient tomb. At this moment, Lin Yong felt that his surroundings became extremely depressed, not to mention the blood-colored light, which was more like a blood-colored swamp, slowing down his movements a lot.

What's the situation?

Just as Lin Yong was about to continue moving forward, a sharp cry suddenly came out from the direction of the ancient tomb. And with this cry, a blood-red palm suddenly stretched out from the ancient tomb.

The palm was originally only the size of an adult's palm, but the moment it flew out, it turned into a big hand of a foot in size.

And under the cover of the rolling blood clouds, the huge blood-colored palm, wrapped in an invincible power, grabbed Lin Yong straight towards him.

Lin Yong is now a warrior who has achieved a small success in the Yuan Quenching Realm, but at the moment when the blood-colored palm was grabbed, he felt that he had no power of resistance.
Chapter completed!