Looking at the middle-aged Martial Saint lying on the ground, one could almost hear a needle drop near the ruins of the main hall.
When the dust dispersed, people were even more suffocated when they saw clearly the appearance of this middle-aged martial saint.
The chest of this middle-aged martial saint has been penetrated.
Although he is not dead yet thanks to the strong vitality of the Martial Saint, he has also lost his fighting ability.
All Xihuang warriors feel like they are in a dream.
This world, in their eyes, has become unreal.
How can this be?
They know that Ling Yun is very strong.
However, their understanding of Ling Yun still remains that Ling Yun's strength is at the martial master level.
In their opinion, any Martial Emperor from the East can crush Ling Yun.
After all, in the entire Western Wilderness, no Emperor Wu has been born for thousands of years.
The spiritual energy here is too thin and the resources are scarce. It cannot be compared with that in the East and cannot support the consumption of being promoted to the Martial Emperor.
But how could Ling Yun be able to crush even the Martial Saint with one move in the blink of an eye?
This is like everyone originally thought that although Ling Yun was stronger than them, they felt that they and Ling Yun were still from the same world. Facing the superior gods, everyone was just like ants, and they all had to kneel down and worship.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, Ling Yun knocked down the god as well.
The emperors of the Eleven-Nation Alliance were trembling violently.
Now they finally knew where the uneasiness they felt before came from.
This Lingyun has created miracles many times since its rise.
Now, Lingyun has undoubtedly created another miracle.
Ling Yun is so powerful, it is undoubtedly a terrible nightmare for them.
Especially Zhao Guo.
When they saw Wu Sheng personally take action against Ling Yun, they couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that Ling Yun was finished.
Who would have thought that what was waiting for them was not Ling Yun being crushed and killed, but the Martial Saint who was like a god in their eyes being beaten to death by Ling Yun's punch.
If there was a snow monk standing behind them to make them feel confident, they would probably be scared to death.
Opposite them is the Yue Kingdom.
Ling Yun's power was undoubtedly beyond Yue Tianxiu and Yue Yuwan's expectations.
They knew that Ling Yun was very strong, but when they saw Wu Sheng attack Ling Yun, they also thought that Ling Yun was going to lose.
Unexpectedly, even the Martial Saint was beaten to death by Ling Yun.
This gives them the feeling of hugging an ordinary thigh, only to find that they are hugging a golden thigh.
However, they did not relax and were still very nervous.
After all, in addition to the middle-aged martial saint, there is also a snow monk here in the Snow Mountain.
Judging from his cultivation level, Snow Monk is still only a peak Martial King, far inferior to that middle-aged Martial Saint.
But the dangerous aura he brought to people far exceeded that of the middle-aged martial saint.
Yue Guo and others also know that cultivation often cannot explain everything.
Just like Ling Yun, who was still only a martial artist, but he defeated the martial saint.
"This..." In the attic opposite, Mo Hechuan was equally shocked.
Obviously, Ling Yun's strength also had a severe impact on him.
He knew very well that although Ling Yun's strength was strong half a year ago, it was still slightly stronger than him.
But now, Ling Yun can actually crush the fourth-level Martial Saint.
Abnormal, this guy is so perverted.
Mo Hechuan couldn't help but feel strong regret again.
If he hadn't had a misunderstanding that caused the estrangement between Ling Yun and Gu Sheshan, then Ling Yun would still be a disciple of Gu Sheshan today.
But now, all this has nothing to do with Gushe Mountain.
Gu Sheshan, this is a person who is considered to be a martial saint level expert.
Snow Monk's eyes were also filled with surprise.
He knew that Ling Yun had killed Zuo Qiuxun in Dinghai City, so he must be very strong.
Precisely for this reason, he asked the middle-aged Martial Saint to take action first, just to let the latter test Ling Yun.
The result of this temptation made him very solemn.
Now, even he is not sure that he can suppress Ling Yun.
"Donor Ling, you can't stop what Daxue Mountain is going to do. Even if you can resist for a while, you will eventually find out that all of this is a mantis trying to do something for you. Why should the benefactor do this in vain?"
Snow Monk sighed.
Ling Yun was unmoved and said calmly: "Snow Monk, don't beat around the bush in front of me, just tell me what you want to do."
"The Eastern Land is vast enough to accommodate Donor Ling and the White Deer Sect. I also ask Donor Ling to take the White Deer Sect out of the Western Wilderness."
Snow Monk clasped his hands together and said: "In this way, unnecessary wars and killings can be reduced in the Western Wilderness. I hope that Ling Donor will consider the sentient beings in the Western Wilderness."
"Snow Monk, it seems that I underestimated you before. I didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned."
Ling Yun sneered, "The White Deer Sect was born in the Western Wilderness, but your Daxueshan intention to control the Western Wilderness was due to Chi Guoguo's invasion. Now you actually have the nerve to let me and the White Deer Sect leave the Western Wilderness so that you, the intruders, can act more conveniently?"
"Ling Yun, the background of my Daxue Mountain is beyond your imagination."
The middle-aged Martial Saint got up from the ground.
He is worthy of being a martial saint, with strong recovery ability. Although he is still weak and has little fighting power, the wound has stopped bleeding and his body has resumed action.
"If you dare to take action against me, you are already making a big mistake. If you still persist in your stubbornness, you will surely be doomed!"
Even though he was defeated by Ling Yun with one move, he was not afraid.
The snow monk next to him was secretly thinking something was wrong.
This middle-aged Martial Saint has been in the Daxue Mountain all year round and has not set foot in the Eastern soil much. He has developed the habit of respecting the Daxue Mountain. I am afraid that he thinks that he is the Martial Saint of the Daxue Mountain. Ling Yun does not dare to go too far.
But when Monk Xue was in the ancient city, he had seen Ling Yun's madness and ruthlessness.
He hurriedly said: "Donor Ling, it seems that you and I can't convince each other today, so let's each take a step back and see you again in a month..." Although he thought he was not weaker than Ling Yun, he also knew that Ling Yun was really very good.
Strong, he is no longer sure that he can suppress Ling Yun.
Even if he could really defeat Ling Yun, he would probably end up losing both sides.
Instead of doing this, he might as well take a step back, report the matter to Daxue Mountain, and let the higher-ups of the sect handle the matter.
For his cultivation to reach the current level, he has already passed the stage of being competitive.
However, he was only halfway through what he said... Phew! A sword light flashed past.
The head of the middle-aged martial saint was directly chopped off by Ling Yun.
If people were shocked when Ling Yun killed Yang Tao, then now, people's minds are blank.
They witnessed the fall of a martial saint with their own eyes.
This kind of thing is extremely rare even in the Eastern Land, but it actually happened in the Western Wilderness, and it was right in front of their eyes.
"Goodbye Gao Di..." Snow Monk's words also stopped abruptly.
He has always regarded himself as a monk, and his mind is calmer and calmer than ordinary people, but at this moment, his heart strings were also messed up, and his eyes showed anger.
His anger was truly earth-shattering.
An indescribable chill was released from his body.
In an instant, the temperature in Gushe Mountain dropped by more than ten degrees.
It was obviously the height of summer one moment, but it fell into winter in the blink of an eye, and there were even large snowflakes floating in the sky.
The warriors from the Western Wilderness and even the Eastern Land warriors around them could not help but tremble, feeling as if they were facing the wrath of a god.