Chapter 242 Lin Yan Is in Progress
"You broke into my Palace of the Dead alone. I have to say, Yan Ling, you are really brave!"
The Lord of the Seventh Palace staggered out, then took a deep look at Lin Yan, came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It turns out that there is a strong soul protecting him."
"It would be too naive to rely on a soul that has been dead for a long time to compete with the master of this palace."
At this moment, Lin Yan's grandfather no longer pretended.
A figure floated out from Lin Yan's body. It was an old man with an immortal spirit, but his face was blurry, and it seemed that there were layers of fog, making it impossible to see clearly the reality.
"If in my heyday, you were a loser like you who had never even entered the realm of a saint, even if you kowtowed step by step and came to me, I wouldn't even look at you twice."
The old man couldn't bear any loss, so he retorted directly, then put his hands on his back, the mist was misty, stepping on the starry sky avenue under his feet, turned his head and looked towards Lin Yandao
"Xiao Yanzi, go save your little wife, leave this place to me!"
After speaking, he held his head high and his face full of arrogance.
"Teacher, please be more careful."
Lin Yan didn't talk nonsense. His master just bombed the Palace of the Dead. Now the Palace of the Dead has suffered heavy losses and its fighting spirit is low. Now is a good time to fish in troubled waters. Once everyone in the Palace of the Dead comes to their senses or is attracted by the movement, The remaining eleven halls will be completely destroyed.
"Want to leave? Stay alive!"
The Lord of the Seventh Palace saw Lin Yan turning around and was about to leave. He smashed the skull crutch in his hand on the ground, and then a snake shadow filled with black mist appeared, which was nearly a thousand feet long. It was carrying a terrifying aura as it breathed. , that fierce aura seemed to drown everything.
This is an extremely terrifying magical power, which is cultivated by extracting the soul of the Nine Netherworld Python. It can summon the Nine Netherworld Python to fight.
And this Nine Netherworld Python was made by hunting down a Quasi-Saint of Two Tribulations at a great cost.
"You want to kill my disciple, but you are not qualified enough!"
The immortal old man rose into the sky, surrounded by layers of firelight, shining with treasure and dazzling brilliance.
"Fire Magic: Emperor Yan of Ten Thousand Tribulations"
Raising his hand, there are countless flames attached to the palm, and the high temperature melts the void, just like a sun condensed in the palm.
This palm hit the Nine Netherworld Python directly, and directly killed half of the Nine Netherworld Python's body. The Nine Netherworld Python was in pain, roared to the sky, gave up on Lin Yan, and went straight towards the old grandfather, opening its bloody mouth. , wanting to swallow the old grandfather in one gulp.
"The true body of the Dharma is immortal for all eternity"
The old grandfather's body continued to expand, and then turned into a real body of ten thousand feet. He stepped on the void and held the stars in his hands. The world seemed so small at this moment.
The thousand-foot-tall Nine Netherworld Python was like a toy in his hands. It was pinched directly in his hands. No matter how hard the Nine Netherworld Python struggled, it was to no avail.
"The true body of the Dharma! It's actually the true body of the Dharma!"
The Lord of the Seventh Hall was shocked and horrified: "You were actually a saint during your lifetime!"
Saint... That kind of powerful person has already stood at the top of the Southern Territory. Until now, all the goals of his Palace of the Dead have been to create a saint... It was not easy to find out the news about the birth of the Purifying Holy Flame. As a result, the ancient Wang family tried to snatch it away, and the two had a fierce battle, but the Purifying Holy Flame accidentally fell into Lin Yan's hands.
As for now...the eyes of the Lord of the Seventh Hall were shining with greed, and a living saint appeared in front of him, and he was still a saint in a period of weakness!
This is simply buy one get one free!
If he could capture him and ask for the secret of sanctification, wouldn't it mean that he also has the qualifications for sanctification?
As for why he was so sure that the old grandfather was a saint-level existence during his lifetime, he had seen the scene of the saint taking action. The true form of the Dharma, which was tens of thousands of miles away, was enough to destroy everything with just a raise of his hand!
Living beings who have not entered the level of saints will never be able to achieve this step!
Thinking of this, the Lord of the Seventh Palace could no longer suppress the greed in his heart. He held a cane in his hand, and the skeleton on the cane burst out with overwhelming resentment, and then turned into countless skeletons and killed towards the old grandfather.
.......
Just as the battle was raging above, a broken silver flying knife appeared in Lin Yan's hand. The flying knife flashed away and directly pierced the forehead of the guardian of the Hall of the Dead in the Breaking Void Realm who was blocking the way.
Looking at the lifeless protector lying on the ground, Lin Yan looked pale. The power of the Saint-Decapitating Flying Knife was very great, but when it came to consumption, it was not something he could bear casually with a magical power level. One blow almost killed him. He was mummified.
He quickly took out a bottle of life spirit liquid and swallowed it in one gulp. Lin Yan's body felt a little better, and then he walked towards a dark dungeon.
Deep in the dungeon, there is a beautiful woman, about 20 years old, tall, graceful, and very smartly dressed.
"Dead, dead, this young master is really going to die this time!"
Nangong Qing's face was full of despair at this moment. She had fallen into the hands of the notorious Temple of the Dead, and the possibility of escaping alive could be directly sentenced to death.
"I don't know if the little thief managed to escape from the Palace of the Dead."
Nangong Qing thought that it was fate that she met Lin Yan the first time she left the Ice and Snow Sect. At that time, she was still in the Dayan Dynasty and encountered the Turtle Spirit Dao Fire. She was about to get it, but she was killed by a man named Lin Yan. The guy led someone to rob him.
After being chased for three thousand miles, Lin Yan escaped repeatedly, which made her curious about Lin Yan. Until she later encountered a life and death crisis, she and Lin Yan put aside their hatred and joined forces to fight against the enemy. Later on during their training journey, they encountered Several life and death crises were resolved by Lin Yan.
Her brother personally took action to capture her and take her back. Lin Yan stood up and dared to compete with her brother for her. Although he lost, it left an indelible impression in her heart.
Later, she heard that Lin Yan was being hunted by the Ancient Royal Family and the Palace of the Dead, and she sneaked out of the Ice and Snow Sect to help Lin Yan survive the life-and-death crisis, but she was captured by the Palace of the Dead.
This is her experience.
Suddenly, Nangong Qing saw the entrance to the dungeon in front of her being opened, and a familiar figure walked out of the entrance.
"Little thief?"
When she saw the visitor, Nangong Qing was shocked and angry. She was surprised that Lin Yan actually appeared in the headquarters of the Palace of the Dead, and she was angry that Lin Yan actually came here to save her!
Lin Yan was relieved when he saw that Nangong Qing was fine.
"Let's go quickly. The teacher won't be able to hold on for long. There will be support from the other palace masters of the Palace of the Dead."
Lin Yan is not worried about one-on-one. The problem is that this is the headquarters of the Palace of the Dead. Lin Yan does not think that the Palace of the Dead knows martial ethics. I am afraid that a palace master-level powerhouse will soon come to support him.