The breaths of all the geniuses around him were stagnant.
Even Wang Tianba's eyes became extremely solemn.
With his strength, he can also kill the peak breaking warrior.
But kill instantly with one punch?
He asked himself that he was not sure.
Perhaps Ling Yun's punch caught the Yin Sect disciple of the Origin Martial Academy by surprise.
But no matter what, this has proved that Ling Yun's strength is probably not inferior to those of them.
After killing this disciple of the Yin Sect of the Origin Martial Academy, Ling Yun did not stop at all.
Whoa! He fled away at a faster speed.
"This man is really cruel."
"But he was obviously afraid and knew that doing such a thing would easily trigger public outrage, so he ran away."
"Yes, no matter how strong he is, if he is really surrounded by us, he will still die."
All the geniuses were filled with indignation.
On the surface, they were complaining about the Yin Sect disciple of Yuanyuan Wuyuan.
But what the reality is, only they themselves know.
More people are just hiding their guilty conscience.
The ferocious power displayed by Ling Yun has obviously made many talented people fear him.
Of course, not everyone is so unwise.
For example, Wang Tianba was keenly aware that there was indeed a faint aura in the Death Flame River that made him uneasy.
Think about it again, a strong man like Ling Yun will not be afraid of a bunch of pigs and dogs.
Wang Tianba suddenly felt awe-inspiring.
Out of caution, he quickly moved away from the Death Flame River.
There are also Zheng Gang and Zhang Li. They have great trust in Ling Yun. When they saw Ling Yun running away, they followed him without hesitation.
But most warriors didn't take Ling Yun's words seriously.
By the river of deathfire.
A middle-aged man's body suddenly stiffened.
"Senior Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?"
The fellow student next to him said quickly.
However, Senior Brother Zhao did not answer.
Immediately afterwards, the warriors around saw a shocking scene.
Senior Brother Zhao's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this situation, everyone around was shocked.
"Run away."
At this time, some warriors had already realized that something was wrong.
But obviously, they reacted too late.
Rolling blood spurts out crazily from the Death Flame River.
The warriors by the Death Flame River were directly submerged in the bloody water, and their bodies quickly turned into mummies.
As for the warriors who are still in the Death Flame River, it is even worse.
The warriors on the shore still had a chance to escape, but the warriors in the river of death were all buried in the torrential blood.
"escape."
The warriors who were a little further away showed panic on their faces and began to run away crazily.
Many warriors can't help but regret in their hearts.
Ling Yun had reminded them before.
If they had escaped then, nothing would have happened.
It's a pity that they didn't take Ling Yun's words seriously, so they are now in a huge crisis.
Suddenly, a large number of warriors ran around.
Torrents of blood surged out from the Death Flame River and spread rapidly around.
The warriors who fled far away were even more horrified when they saw this scene.
Dozens of miles away.
Ling Yun stood on a high slope and looked at the scene in the direction of the Death Flame River.
The horrifying scene left him with lingering fears.
This mysterious blood is really terrifying.
Even now, he has no power to resist when faced with such a thing.
This kind of thing is taboo even for true soul warriors.
Fortunately.
The torrent of blood cannot spread indefinitely.
When they extended out to a radius of ten miles, a large amount of clouds and mist gathered from all directions.
The bloody water was obviously very afraid of these clouds and immediately retreated.
The warriors around him were secretly relieved when they saw this, and they also felt kind to the surrounding clouds and mist.
They discovered that in this secret realm of clouds and mist, these clouds and mist seemed to be their guardians.
Without the existence of these clouds and mist, they would have died countless times.
It seems that it is these clouds and mist that suppress the existence of many taboos in this secret realm of clouds and mist.
After discovering that the blood had receded and would not continue to expand, Ling Yun stopped staying.
Immediately afterwards, he restrained his breath, soundlessly, like a ghost flying through this secret realm.
Along the way, Ling Yun met many other warriors.
But none of these geniuses noticed Ling Yun, which shows how strong Ling Yun's breath-holding ability is.
More than half an hour later.
Ling Yun's figure suddenly stopped.
Not far away, he saw a group of familiar warriors.
"Jiange disciple?"
His eyes flashed.
This group of people is clearly the disciples of Jiange.
However, Shen Xingye was not there. This group of disciples from Jiange was led by another Yin Sect disciple from Jiange.
This disciple of the Hidden Sect of Jiange, named "Yao Chengji", is also a half-step true soul warrior and is on the same level as Situ Jin.
But they will attract Ling Yun's attention and be the topic of their discussion.
"Senior Brother Yao, how far is it from Mizong Mountain?"
A disciple of Jiange asked.
"Judging from the map given by the sect, it is less than three hundred miles away."
Yao Chengji said.
Hearing this, all the sword pavilion disciples looked very excited.
"Very good."
"In Mizong Mountain, there are ancient earth spirit stalactites. For warriors like us, they are the best spiritual objects that can help us practice."
The words of the sword pavilion disciples were full of expectations.
Hearing their words, Yao Chengji shook his head, and then smiled: "Earth Spirit Stalactite?
This is nothing, what is truly precious in Mizong Mountain is the colorful stalactites."
"What?
Colorful stalactites?”
The other Jiange disciples were shocked, "Senior brother Yao, but according to legend, among the earthly stalactites, there is only one in a million seven-colored stalactites that can enhance spiritual consciousness?"
"Exactly."
Yao Chengji said: "So, we are determined to win this trip to Mizong Mountain."
In the darkness, Ling Yun's eyes were shining brightly.
Colorful stalactites?
This is a real treasure.
"Then we go directly to Mizong Mountain?"
The first disciple of Jiange asked.
Yao Chengji shook his head, with a cold look on his face: "Crisis and opportunity have coexisted since ancient times. The colorful stalactites are the ultimate elixir, but similarly, outside the colorful stalactites, there are seven-colored obstacles, which are poisonous in the world."
"Senior brother, do you have any solution to this seven-color confusion?"
Other Jiange disciples asked.
"The seven-color barrier is a strange poison in the world. Not even me, not even a true soul warrior can break it."
Yao Chengji said: "To solve this seven-color confusion, the only way is to find a scapegoat, and the scapegoat must not be weak, so that this seven-color confusion can be absorbed.
Therefore, our top priority is to find such a scapegoat first."
None of the other Jiange disciples objected.
For them, it is naturally better to let others act as scapegoats than to take risks themselves.
In the dark, Ling Yun was thoughtful, and then left quietly.
After flying about five miles, Ling Yun found a place to land.
The place where he is is the only place that Jiange disciples and others must pass before moving forward.
Not long after, Jiange and his party appeared.
Ling Yun pretended not to know and walked in another direction.