If the situation were not critical, Lin Yun would even want to practice on this neutron star for ten or eight years to raise his level to that of the Martial Emperor.
"Reincarnation, Zixia, I can finally settle the grievances of the past!"
Lin Yun took a deep breath.
He now has absolute confidence!
With his current strength, opening the seventh form of the Demonic Core Crystal is enough to kill the Celestial Alliance without any accidents!
The grudges and grudges of a hundred years ago are finally about to be settled.
Although Lin Yun never said it on weekdays, this seed of hatred had already taken root and sprouted in his body.
He wants to seek justice for his brothers from the Eternal Temple!
He wants to use the blood of the Samsara Emperor and Zixia Fairy to pay homage to the departed heroic souls!
Lin Yun couldn't wait for this moment!
Lin Yun couldn't wait to return to the divine realm and kill his enemies with his own hands.
However!
Just when Lin Yun was about to mobilize all his power to return to the divine realm, a sudden change occurred.
Lin Yun suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his body.
The pain seemed to tear his whole body apart.
"What's this……"
Lin Yun gritted his teeth, not knowing what happened.
When he looked down, he saw blood seeping out of every pore of his body.
Almost instantly, Lin Yun turned into a bloody man.
Even in the next moment, there was an extremely terrifying will bombarding Lin Yun's brain.
Lin Yun gritted his teeth, and there were bursts of explosive sounds coming from his body.
It was also at this moment that Lin Yun realized something, looked surprised, and said to himself: "How could it be at this time..."
The words just fell.
Lin Yun suddenly opened his mouth and let out sounds like dragons roaring, tigers roaring, ghosts crying, wolves howling, and mythical beasts roaring.
"How could you wake up at this time!"
Lin Yun immediately gathered his consciousness and sat cross-legged, with blood continuously seeping out of his pores.
At the same time, in the Divine Realm, the Celestial Alliance's pursuit plan is gradually coming to an end.
In the Senluo Realm, the Fallen Melting Emperor and the deserters in the underworld were all scattered, each running in different directions.
As for the people of the Shentu Sect, after being hunted by the guardian angel that night, they were divided into several teams, and they were also avoiding the pursuit.
There is mist in the mountains.
Several figures were running at high speed in the mountains and forests, each of them covered in blood. The leader was none other than Fang Mingguang from the Seven Swordsmen.
Following him were the remaining members of the Seven Blades.
"Brother, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave..." Han Le, the thunder spear, flew to Fang Mingguang's side and said in a deep voice.
Behind them, the army of the Celestial Alliance was chasing after them.
Hundreds of thousands of Celestial Alliance troops are chasing them.
Although there are only some martial saints among them, their realms are all mid-level martial saints and high-level martial saints.
On a normal day, a group of martial saints would not be enough to make everyone in the Seven Swordsmen despair.
But!
Fang Mingguang could clearly feel that Wu Zun's aura was approaching in the distance.
Once they stay to fight with the Celestial Alliance army, whether they can defeat it or not is one thing. In a short period of time, it is impossible to escape.
If at that time, the Martial Lord of the Celestial Alliance comes, they will have no way to survive.
"Don't talk nonsense! We are already in the Western Continent now, and we will be able to reach Beihai soon. As long as we return to Tianwu Continent, we will be safe."
Fang Mingguang released a sword energy backwards, trying to stop the pursuers of the Heavenly Alliance.
pity!
He had been severely injured by the guardian angel before, and he had been fleeing all the way, and his injuries could not be healed. The power of his sword energy now is not as good as before.
A few martial saints from the Heavenly Alliance could resist it.
"Sadako and the others are already injured. If this continues, none of us will be able to escape!" Han Le looked resolute. After saying this, he suddenly took action and took away a kit worn by Fang Mingguang at his waist.
At the same time, time also stopped.
Seeing this scene, Fang Mingguang was shocked and shouted: "Han Le, what are you going to do!?"
"Hanle!"
The other members of the Seven Swordsmen were also stunned.
I saw that Han Le had stopped where he was, pouring immortal energy into the kit.
This kit was specially made by Alchemist Murong. Each kit contains five demon palace guards.
Han Le's approach is obvious.
He understood in his heart.
If we continue to be chased by the Celestial Alliance's pursuers, no one will be able to escape.
Someone has to step up.
As the second leader of the Seven Blades, it was time for him to shoulder his responsibilities.
"Take big brother with you! You all must live well. I, Han Le, will never regret being a brother with you in this life!"
Han Le shouted loudly and turned around immediately.
The thunder spear in his hand kept making a buzzing sound, like a mournful cry.
It seems that he also knows in his heart that his master will die here today.
"Han Le! Come back here! It's not your turn to stay!" Fang Mingguang was so anxious that he shouted heartbreakingly.
The seven of them have never been separated since they were born.
Although they are not related by blood, they are brothers and sisters.
The last time he was hunted down by the Anti-Alliance Holy Cult, which resulted in the fall of the Fire Knife, Fang Mingguang felt extremely guilty. How could he bear to watch Han Le die for them today?
"Brother! Don't let Han Le's sacrifice be in vain!"
Everyone in the Seven Swordsmen's eyes were red, and their hearts were in pain.
But helpless!
If Han Le didn't stand up, all of them would die.
It is better for one person to die than for all of them to die.
If they don't leave now, Han Le's hard work will be wasted.
"Walk!"
Fang Mingguang shed tears, but he also knew the seriousness of the matter.
Now that it was a foregone conclusion, he knew what would happen next.
He couldn't witness this!
"Han Le, brother will avenge you!"
Fang Mingguang wiped away his tears, took the remaining members of the Seven Swordsmen, and continued on the road.
"kill!"
Behind them, Han Le roared angrily and waved the thunder spear in his hand in the void.
In an instant!
The thunder was like a swimming dragon, raging forward.
The martial saints of the Heavenly Alliance took action one after another.
Rumbling sound, sparks flying!
Han Le's attack was unable to stop the Celestial Alliance army.
"Fire Knife! Brother is here to accompany you!"
Han Le's roar shook the sky and he used his killing move again.
The thunder was like an army of thousands, and it was a full blow, which actually forced the army of the Celestial Alliance to not dare to approach.
"Kill him!"
However, the Martial Saints of the Tianjie Alliance did not intend to hold back and rushed forward one after another.
Han Le was no match for four punches with both hands, not to mention that he was injured now.
After just a few moves, one of his arms was cut off.
Accompanied by a sonorous explosion of gold and iron, the thunder spear in his hand broke into two halves.
Han Le was blown away and knelt on the ground with one knee, holding half of the thunder spear in his hand.
The Seven Swordsmen are famous for their seven artifacts.
These seven artifacts are equal to themselves and their lives.
Looking at the broken thunder spear, Han Le smiled helplessly and said: "Old man, I've really suffered a lot for you..."
Seeing the martial saints from the Heavenly Alliance gradually surrounding him, Han Le seemed very calm and began to activate the immortal energy in his body.
Moreover, the brocade pouch around his waist glowed with light.
Five demon palace guards suddenly appeared in front of him...