After Feng Lin quickly explained, he and the demon Ailian stepped into the ruins together.
Several people came to the ruins and found that there was a piece of land in front of them. About a few kilometers away, there was the sea.
In the center of the sea is a huge island.
Feng Lin looked into the distance. The middle-aged man from before was standing there.
Around him, strange beasts of various races have gathered.
He sneered: "You bastard! You think I don't know it's you if you wear a black robe. Well, what about those two little girls..."
brush!
A sharp sword energy cut through the air and instantly eliminated the eighth-level Zhu Yan clan.
The dark red sword condensed in Feng Lin's hand gradually disappeared. He did not want this person to reveal his identity.
He looked at the many experts gathered there and said in the island's Mandarin: "Who are you? How dare you run wild on our territory!"
"What the hell are you talking about? Speak to me!"
A strong, black-haired middle-aged man said coldly.
"I ask who you are? If you dare to act recklessly on the territory of our island country, do you know the strength of our Heavenly Palace?"
Feng Lin changed his language.
"Tianzhong? What kind of bird power dares to act arrogantly in front of us just because of your small island? Believe it or not, just us here can destroy you!"
The black-haired middle-aged man sneered.
Feng Lin felt that if it were before, these people in front of him would really have that ability.
There are a total of eight people present. Three of them are at the ninth level of perfection. Among the remaining people, there is one who is at the ninth level, but not at the perfect level.
The remaining four people are all at the eighth level of Dacheng.
Feng Lin would definitely not have doubted the eight combat powers of this level before.
But it's different now. I know that there is Tianzhi Yuzhong here, and the few in front of me are no match for them.
"If you dare to insult our Heavenly Emperor, you are seeking death!"
Feng Lin took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot. After about two seconds, the ground where he was just began to collapse.
boom!
Feng Lin's figure has arrived in front of this black-haired middle-aged man. He is one of the ninth levels of perfection.
Click!
Feng Lin focused his energy on the long sword and slashed it down with one strike.
"You brat! At your level, you dare to be so arrogant in front of me!"
The black-haired middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the approaching Feng Lin with a sneer. He immediately burst out with energy and charged forward.
Boom!
The energy from both sides collided violently.
At this time, Feng Lin was finally on the stronger side.
In the past, when he fought with the enemy, he was usually the one who flew away, but this time it was different.
Feng Lin's Qi Jin swallowed up the opponent's Qi Jin in an instant.
boom!
The black-haired middle-aged man's body was shaken violently, and blood spurted out, like a flying cannonball, flying backwards.
Yaoyao and Ailian saw this and started to take action.
Feng Lin had already explained before coming that the mission of the two of them this time was not to fight, but to get the space ring.
Yaoyao flew out immediately and caught up with the black-haired man who flew upside down and fell into the sea water.
After just one blow from Feng Lin, his arm was twisted and broken, bruises and wounds appeared in many parts of his body, and he fainted.
Yaoyao didn't waste any time. After taking the ring, he returned.
On the other side, Ailian also came to the middle-aged man who brought them here and took away his ring.
Swish, brush, brush!
Feng Lin's figure flashed in front of these eight people. As an eighth-level Dacheng, he could easily kill these ordinary ninth-level perfect ones in an instant, let alone a few eighth-level ones here.
In just twenty seconds, everyone here had been eliminated by Feng Lin.
"Leave it to you!"
Feng Lin glanced at Ailian and Yaoyao respectively, then used the Air Step to head to the island in the middle of the sea.
Yaoyao and Ai Lian are here, first taking away the space rings of several people, and then preparing to catch up with Feng Lin.
In the center of the island, there are two high places surrounded by many peaks.
On one of the tops of the mountains, there is a depression where the torrent flows.
As for the other peak, there is a very large stone palace.
Feng Lin came to Benliu's side first. He raised his hand to gather his energy and cast Ice Language.
Around the torrent, build an ice bowl similar to a large bowl to hold the torrent in place.
Then, he stepped on the empty step and entered the palace on another mountain peak.
He could easily feel that there were many people inside.
Just as Feng Lin entered the palace, two old men also walked out of the palace.
One of them is bald and has very conspicuous red eyes.
As for the other old man, he has long white hair.
The aura of these two people was obviously different from the ones just now, but it was still not enough.
Because he could feel that there was a stronger existence in the deep breath.
"Boy, who are you?"
The bald old man asked sadly. Several groups of people had broken into their place before, but they were all dealt with by the guards.
This time they didn't pay attention. When they heard someone breaking in, they randomly sent a few people over.
Unexpectedly, a few of the auras over there disappeared, so they came out together to see the situation.
"What a person who is mainly anti-customer." Feng Lin continued to use the island's Mandarin, always showing off.
"Speak to me humanly!"
Baldhead said coldly.
"I said, you are a foreigner. This is an island country and our territory in the Heavenly Kingdom. When you come to us, do you dare to ask me who I am?"
Feng Lin said coldly, "Who are you?"
"Island country? They are like ants! When our ancestors were wreaking havoc in this world, your small island was still populated by uncivilized monkeys!"
The bald man raised his hand, ready to attack.
Feng Lin rushed over immediately and was in front of the two of them in the blink of an eye.
He didn't use divine counterattacks, nor did he use go-getters. As long as he used his full strength, Qi Jin could completely crush someone of his level.
Boom!
The long sword in Feng Lin's hand was slashed vertically.
The bald old man's eyes widened, he didn't expect the other party to move so fast.
He immediately burst out with energy and raised his hands to resist Feng Lin's attack, but he could clearly feel the suffocating pressure on them.
boom!
He couldn't bear it at all and fell to his knees on the ground.
The floor below his knees shattered and collapsed, and this terrifying energy swept through his body, rendering him unable to use any strength at all.
As the two men released their energy, the huge stone building shattered and disintegrated in an instant.
The long-haired old man on the other side seized the gap and prepared to attack Feng Lin's head.
But his hand was empty.
This is not a divine rebellion, but Feng Lin's speed.
At this moment, he had already ducked behind the old man and stabbed the acupuncture point behind him with his sword.
"ah!"
The old man's body felt as if he had received an electric shock, and he let out a wail and fell to the ground.
Yaoyao and Ailian from behind also came over. Like little followers, they took off the rings of these two people respectively.
Feng Lin looked at the people appearing in the distance with a calm expression.
