Chapter 1175

Until a certain moment, Lin Yue slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, he had already imprinted the Qinglan Demon King and completely balanced.

Now, based on the mark of Bai Xiaoli, he has constructed a mysterious formation in the sea of knowledge.

The original runes on it are intertwined.

The marks of Qinglan, Bi'an, and the Bitter Sea Monster King surround the mark of Bai Xiaoli, with a certain pattern.

The remaining five positions of the front eyes were specially prepared for the remaining five Demon King Imprints.

After doing all this, Lin Yue also completely solved the hidden dangers in the sea of knowledge.

So that when the demon king's imprint is accepted, it will become much easier.

"Has the hidden dangers been successfully resolved?"

The Qinglan Demon King's tone at this time revealed a slight surprise.

He thought that Lin would need a longer period of time.

Unexpectedly, after more than seventy years, the marks of several Demon Kings were balanced.

And at this time, Lin Yue's realm was already more solid.

Although in the realm of the main god, it gives people the feeling that it is much stronger than the average half-step ancestral realm.

Even some ordinary ancestral realm powerhouses are not necessarily Lin Yue's opponents now.

He has the blessings of the Four Great Demon Kings, and his control of Dao has surpassed ordinary ancestral monks.

Among the enemies, it is extremely terrifying.

The Mark of the Demon King, for the increase in combat power, is almost geometrically calculated.

Today's Lin Yue, his strength is unpredictable. Putting it in the place of the burial sky before, the ancient pot and the old saint master of Netherworld, absolutely can not turn the wind and waves, even if there is no injury, Lin Yue will not use the universe, it will be difficult to overcome. he.

Lin Yue got up, "It's just a fluke."

After getting the mark of Qinglan Demon King.

Lin Yue slowly walked out of the Holy Land under the watchful eyes of the crowd in Qinglan Holy Land.

"But in just a hundred years, this Human Race kid has become more and more unpredictable."

Old Holy Master Qinglan, with a sigh on his face at this time.

The moment Lin Yue came out, he had already sensed it.

If it is placed in the burial place, the old sage Qinglan can also stabilize one end.

But now, facing Lin Yue, as a monk who has broken through the ancestral realm for many years, he has a sense of unpredictability and invincibility in his heart.

"Is he really so powerful?"

Holy Master Qinglan, standing respectfully behind the old Holy Master Qinglan at this time, with doubts in his eyes.

Between the ancestral realm and the **** king realm, there is a moat.

But the appearance of Lin Yue broke this inherent seriousness.

Old Holy Master Qinglan nodded, "I am afraid that in the near future, we will hear his fame again in the entire universe and Holy Land."

At this time, Lin Yue, driving the Emperor Sword, had disappeared at the end of Qinglan Holy Land.

Through the key, he turned and entered the next holy land.

He signed a contract with the Ten Great Demon Kings.

If you fail, you will suffer an unimaginable backlash.

At that time, it may really be the end of the world.

Lin Yueyi did not hesitate.

In order to have an offensive against the Tenth Universe, and to deal with the turmoil that followed, Lin Yue had already made a decision to put it to death and survive.

In Wangxian Holy Land, there are corpses everywhere.

It seems to be the place where the true fairy fell in a certain era.

The corpses piled up into mountains, and there were lakes made from rotting flesh, exuding an unimaginable stench.

Lin Yue frowned slightly.

In his state of mind, this kind of scene has been difficult to cause fluctuations in his mood.

The scene here, put it in front of anyone, I am afraid it will collapse.

The light of flying immortals here, with a sense of decay, can corrode people's cultivation.

If things go on like this, Lin Yue's cultivation will also be affected.

With the breath of the God King Ling exuding, Lin Yue isolated this corrosive force from the outside.

A huge palace piled with bones appeared in front.

Lin Yue walked with the sword.

But here, there seems to be no trace of living beings.

Wangxian Holy Land is far more barren than other holy places.

However, there is power among them, but now Lin Yue doesn't understand why there are no people from Wangxian Holy Land here?

A bad feeling arose in Lin Yue's heart.

"Human, come in."

At this time came the voice of Wang Wangxian Demon King.

There was a sense of weakness in his voice, and the wind and rain were swaying, as if he had reached the brink of dying.

Lin Yue did not show the hesitation in his heart.

He still entered the hall.

In the center of the main hall, stands the altar that seals Wangxian Demon King.

The altar was surrounded by white bones. As Lin Yue entered, the weak vibrations caused the white bones here to turn into powder.

It seems that there has been no living beings here for a long time.

And the grand gathering away from the place of burial, but only a few hundred years ago.

"Have you seen the tragic situation of Wangxian Holy Land now?"

Wangxian Demon King continued.

"How can this be?"

Lin Yue calmly spoke.

"The seal has been sealed for a long time, and I can no longer bear it. Not long ago, all my forces had been sacrificed to me."

Wangxian Demon King said: "You get closer so that I can feel the breath of that artifact."

Lin Yue slowly approached the position of Wang Xian Demon King.

Only at this time, the abnormal change rose sharply.

"You are in the midst of it. Rather than let a weak human race kid hold you, that artifact should be given to me!"

Wangxian Demon King revealed his original face, with a hideous tone in his tone.

I saw endless means pouring towards Lin Yue, trapped in all directions, Lin Yue was inevitable.

"Is this your method?"

Lin Yue sneered disdainfully.

I saw his figure disappear suddenly.

In a blink of an eye, he has reached the outside of the hall.

He was already on guard when he was outside the palace.

But through the dialogue with the fairy demon king just now, he can already be sure.

In order to compete for the mysterious factor of the burial place, the Demon King would never let his power choose all sacrifices.

"You have been trapped and sealed for too long, and your mind is not very bright anymore."

Lin Yue said lightly.

Outside of the palace, he had already set a non-celestial mark.

With his thoughts, he can leave.

At this time, the creatures of Wangxian Holy Land were all revealed.

They have been hiding in the dark for emergencies.

"You can't leave today."

The old saint master of Wangxian Holy Land, a skeleton close to decay, with a faint phosphorous fire in his eyes.

The breath and coercion of the ancestral realm are fully revealed.

The Wangxian Demon King had already begun to become weak, so that the remaining methods could only cover the entire palace. As for the outside world, it had no effect at all.

Lin Yue's mind is close to the demon.

Otherwise, it may have been robbed without precautions.

But his current strength.

Only without the Demon King's action, among the Ten Great Sacred Lands, it can already be called an invincible existence.

When Lin Yue waved his hand, he blocked the passage leading to the palace.

"So, today, if you return your words, none of you can leave."

Lin Yue calmly spoke.

"Just relying on you, a little master **** realm cultivator, why dare to let this big talk?"

The old holy master Wangxian was disdainful.

The rest of the people in the Holy Land Wangxian also seemed to have heard a joke.

"Do you think you can be presumptuous here if you kill two injured ancestral realms?"

Said the Lord Wangxian.

This is the main battlefield of Wangxian Holy Land, for these skeletonized spirit creatures, there is an unparalleled increase.

In their opinion, even if Lin Yue had the power to rival the ancestral realm, he could only drink hatred here and could not overcome the slightest storm.

"Your thoughts are stupid."

Lin Yue just responded indifferently.

Then, he shot!

The power of horror, if the sky descends.