"What a danger!" Qi Zhan fell to the ground with lingering fear, but suddenly found that the silence around him was a bit scary.
He looked around hurriedly, only to find that both Liao Pengyuan and the gold hunter who was still alive were completely frozen in place, motionless.
Their eyes all revealed expressions of despair, horror and fear.
Even Lin Yun, who was now floating in the void, was frowning.
Qi Zhan was shocked and felt something was wrong. Almost out of instinct, he wanted to escape from this place.
But at this moment, he was shocked to find that he could not move. When he looked down, he saw that at some point, a black circle appeared under his feet, shrouding him in it.
"What...what is this?" Qi Zhan exclaimed.
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice suddenly sounded in the dark night.
This voice is very vicissitudes of life, but it also contains a very gloomy tone, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
"Jiang Yun, eighteen years old, late-level fourth-level Martial Emperor, champion of the General Alliance Conference, and now the direct disciple of the General Leader of the Holy Alliance."
Qi Zhan hurriedly looked around and saw an old man in black appearing in the dark night.
The old man was holding a portrait in his hand. His eyes opened and closed like lightning, and his face was covered with wrinkles, like an old pine tree.
"Here we come." Although Lin Yun frowned, he was overjoyed in his heart. It seemed that the old immortal Gou Ming had listened to him.
Lin Yun had also seen the old man in front of him before.
Previously in Tailiang City, Lin Yun fought against three king hunters, and then the sword shadow appeared.
In the end, it was Ji Leshan who came forward to save him.
On that day, there were two sixth-level martial saints who came with Ji Leshan, one was Yuanyin and the other was Yuanyang, they were two brothers.
The old man appearing here at this moment is Yuanyin among the two brothers.
"Who are you?" Lin Yun pretended to ask, and naturally these words were meant to be heard by the servant who was monitoring him.
"Kill your people." Yuan Yin took the portrait back into his arms and suddenly formed a seal with his hands.
The coffin of Yin!
In an instant, the black circle that appeared at the feet of Liao Pengyuan, Qi Zhan and others had a large amount of black mist coming out from the edge.
This black mist spread extremely quickly, forming an airtight black coffin in the blink of an eye.
In just three seconds, although there was no sound from the black coffin, Lin Yun could clearly feel that these people had no breath and were obviously dead.
When the black coffin disappeared, the figures of Liao Pengyuan and others had disappeared without a trace. Only a pile of bones corroded by the black mist appeared where they had just stood.
"Jiang Yun... I seem to have heard your name before." Yuan Yin didn't seem to be in a hurry to start a fight with Lin Yun. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and looked Lin Yun up and down.
Lin Yun's face was expressionless, and there was no hint of impatience in his heart.
Previously, Old Immortal Gou Ming had informed him that only the masters of the Seven Demons Sect, Old Immortal Gou Ming and the leader of Tongtian Sect knew about him being an undercover agent, and would never be known to outsiders.
Moreover, even the leader of the Seven Demons Sect did not know whose identity Lin Yun had replaced.
After a moment, Yuan Yin finally remembered and said, "I remembered it. A few months ago, the Sword King seemed to be chasing and killing a young man, also named Jiang Yun. It must be you."
"That's right. I will avenge this in the future." Lin Yun responded.
"Have courage." Yuanyin stood up and said, "It's a pity that you will die here today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt a fatal threat rising behind him.
Lin Yun didn't hesitate and immediately rushed forward.
Almost at the same time, a terrible strong wind struck behind him.
The next second, with a loud bang, the place where Lin Yun was just standing exploded.
The terrifying air wave instantly sent Lin Yun's body flying hundreds of meters.
Lin Yun suddenly looked back and saw another Yuan Yin appearing where he had just stood. His expression, breath, and posture were all exactly the same, without any difference.
The sky was as dark as ink, and the sudden appearance of the two Yuan Yins made the atmosphere between heaven and earth become a little strange.
"Is this your martial soul ability?" Lin Yun slowly stood up and asked.
Because he saw a translucent martial spirit appearing behind Yuan Yin who had just appeared.
This martial spirit is completely black and looks like a small person no bigger than a palm. It floats cross-legged and looks exactly like Yuan Yin. It is a holy-level martial spirit.
"Yin Taoist, my holy martial spirit." Facing a dying person, Yuan Yin did not hide anything.
In fact, he did not know Lin Yun's true identity.
Before participating in the battle with the Holy Alliance, Old Immortal Gou Ming specifically ordered the thirteen Martial Saints, including himself, to go to different battlefields. At the same time, he also gave them an order and thirteen paintings.
portrait.
This order means that when the thirteen martial saints encounter anyone in the portrait, they must use all their strength to kill them.
Yuan Yin was not in a hurry to kill Lin Yun immediately. Instead, with a thought, he controlled another clone of himself to attack Lin Yun.
Although this Lin Yun has the same aura as Yuanyin and has reached the realm of a sixth-level martial saint, in fact, he only has the strength of a third-level martial saint.
But even so, it is unrealistic for Lin Yun to face a third-level martial saint without being able to activate the Demonic Core Crystal.
Lin Yun slashed out with his sword and released a blast of fierce sword energy.
However, the Yuanyin clone just waved his hand, and a flash of black light flashed by, swallowing up the sword energy in an instant, and then appeared in front of Lin Yun at a speed of thirty times the speed of sound.
This clone has no soul at all. With the identity of 'Jiang Yun', the most powerful thing is naturally the soul method.
But facing the Yuanyin clone, the soul method cannot work at all.
"Ten Thousand Yin Fists!"
The Yuanyin clone punched out directly, and the fist was wrapped with a large amount of black mist.
Suddenly, the shadows of many black fists appeared in the sky.
The fists fell like raindrops, so densely packed that Lin Yun could not avoid them.
Furthermore, Lin Yun's current speed is only ten times the speed of sound, so he can only cross his arms and protect his chest to block them all.
Bang bang bang——!
Along with the bursts of sound, Lin Yun's arms were completely sunk in, and his body was continuously pushed back.
In just a few seconds, nearly ten thousand punches had hit Lin Yun's body.
The last punch was even more violent, sending Lin Yun's body flying backwards.
In the void, Lin Yun's body turned into an afterimage, like a meteor, directly hitting a mountain wall.