As Lin Yuan is a saint from Qingluan Academy, few people would take the initiative to challenge her.
After all, the traditional virtue of loving fragrance and cherishing jade is still deeply engraved in the bones of the world.
Qin Yan frowned slightly and turned to look at the place where the sound came from.
I saw a burly young man in black clothes standing in front of the stage, with a bronze ghost mask covering his face, looking extremely terrifying.
"Who are you?"
Qin Yan stood in front of Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
But the young man just shook his head, walked to the center of the battle stage, and said coldly, "Why, do you want to break the rules set by Qingluan Academy yourself?"
After saying this, the ghost-faced young man didn't even look at Qin Yan, but turned to look at the master of Qingluan Palace.
"Of course not, Yuan'er."
Palace Master Qingluan's voice was indifferent, and he was obviously unhappy.
But in front of Jiuzhou's genius, he couldn't break the rules, so he immediately nodded towards Lin Yuan.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan did not hesitate anymore, moved lightly, and her figure immediately appeared on the battlefield.
"Who are you?"
"Just a nobody."
The ghost-faced young man shook his head, and before Lin Yuan could react, a pair of palms suddenly came out.
Suddenly, streams of light tore through the void and plunged straight into Lin Yuan.
"Um?"
Lin Yuan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the ancient sword floated out in front of her. The sword's brilliance fluctuated, blocking all the flowing light and cold shadows.
"Buzz!"
But, at this moment, the ghost-faced young man's palm reached out again, with a cold light shining on it, as if it was made of fairy gold, and he directly held the ancient sword in his hand.
Lin Yuan's expression changed, and she was about to retreat when she saw a black chain snaking from behind the ghost-faced young man, blocking all her escape routes.
"This is…"
Under the battle platform, many people's expressions changed. Apparently they had never thought that this ghost-faced young man was so insidious, with his whole body covered with hidden weapons.
"Puch!"
Lin Yuan, on the other hand, was unable to dodge and was directly hit by the black chain, falling onto the fighting platform.
"die!"
The ghost-faced young man shouted coldly, and his figure rushed out, swinging a pair of iron fists again.
"Yuan'er!!"
Above the sky, there was suddenly a sword intent crossing the heaven and earth.
Behind Qin Yan, a pair of fire feathers emerged and appeared in front of Lin Yuan almost instantly.
Then, the bone sword was slashed down, and green lotuses fell from the sky, directly covering the figure of the ghost-faced young man.
"Buzz."
The vast sword intent almost instantly chopped the young man's robe into pieces.
Even the bronze ghost mask on his face cracked with a terrifying crack and half of it fell off.
Can!!
What was frightening was that not a trace of blood flowed from his body, as if...Qin Yan's sword intent had never caused even a trace of harm to him.
Finally, the sword intent dissipated, revealing a dark figure among them.
only!!
That darkness was not the armor's defense, but the body of the ghost-faced young man.
In other words, such a body can no longer be called a physical body, but...a puppet!!
He actually forged himself into a war puppet.
even!!
The face beneath that ghost face shone with a metallic luster, which was shocking.
"You...who are you?"
Lin Yuan struggled to get up, her eyes full of fear.
"Everyone who is on the right path is indeed hypocritical."
The ghost-faced young man shook his head and smiled, with murderous intent in his eyes, "Who am I?"
"Saint Qingluan still remembers Meng Wuhen."
"Meng Wuhen?"
Lin Yuan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and she shook her head slightly.
"That's right. As a saint, how can you remember such a little person? I wonder if the saint still remembers... Jintian City under the Ten Thousand Demons Cliff in Youzhou?"
"Wanmoya...Jintiancheng...you...you are that evil cultivator!!"
Lin Yuan seemed to suddenly think of something, and a flash of fear suddenly flashed in her eyes.
She had experienced training in Youzhou and encountered an evil genius in Jintian City.
It was just that the man had a vicious heart and rude words, so he was killed by her and the defenders behind him.
In this way, during her trip to Youzhou, Lin Yuan encountered many assassinations, but she resolved them one by one and finally managed to escape back to Qingzhou.
Unexpectedly, that evil evildoer is not dead yet!!
"It seems that the saint has remembered it! However, I am not Meng Wuhen, I am his younger brother, Meng Yubang."
"Evil cultivator? Just because I, Meng, practice the path of death, am I an evil cultivator?"
Meng Yu shook his head, his tone still calm, "Saintess, do you know that just because you killed so many masters of my Meng clan, my clan was eventually framed by the enemy and the whole family was massacred?"
"What? This..."
Lin Yuan's eyes trembled, but quickly calmed down again.
This journey to immortality is inherently cruel.
She killed Meng Wuhen because the latter provoked her first, and it was not her fault.
As for what happened next, she couldn't have predicted it at all.
"Of course, I know that this is how the path to immortality should be. The strong are respected, so... I am here today just to send the saint... to die."
Meng Yu sneered, and the moment he stepped out, countless figures suddenly appeared behind him.
They were a series of strange machine puppets, both human and demonic, all pitch black.
Obviously, the material of these puppets is the same as that of his body and is extremely tough.
When the Meng tribe was slaughtered, Meng Yu was forced to jump into the Ten Thousand Demons Cliff.
As a result, although he was not dead, he broke all his bones and could only crawl to find a way out.
The rich smell of blood attracted countless creatures living in the darkness.
The body next to Meng Yu was quickly eaten away.
only!!
Just when he was about to die, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the abyss.
Meng Yu only vaguely remembered that he saw a tall demonic figure standing in front of him, silent.
I use my body to serve the devil, and my heart returns to the devil. If there is cause and effect, it will be added to my body.
This was the oath that Meng Yupang kept chanting in his heart at that time, but perhaps this obsession was too unwilling and resentful.
Finally, he woke up from the darkness and saw a dark demon statue.
Even now, Meng Yubang has no idea what kind of material this demon statue is made of.
However, when his blood and bones covered it, the demon statue actually merged with him.
Since ancient times, the Meng people have been famous in Jiuzhou for their art of mechanism, which brings life to dead objects.
The true meaning of this Tao lies in the transition between life and death.
In the past ten years, Meng Yubang never stepped out of the abyss. Instead, he devoted himself to training and transformed his body into the most terrifying machine puppet in the world.
Then, he deprived all the living beings he encountered and forged them into puppets.
"A mere evil spirit dares to act recklessly in our Qingluan Academy!!"
The master of Qingluan Palace shouted coldly, and his whole body surged with holy will.
only!!
The moment he finished speaking, he saw a formation suddenly appear on the top of Qingluan Mountain.
All roads are wiped out, and the killing power shakes the sky.
Every formation pattern on it seems to be filled with supreme killing power, capable of killing gods!!