He has stood for many years and has a great reputation. Looking at the entire Chenxia world, who dares to be so arrogant to the Qilin clan and take action as soon as they come?
Immediately, all the powerful men in the Qilin Clan's platoon, including Tiansheng and above, all rose up in the air and appeared in the sky above the Qilin Clan to confront Wu Yun.
However, what is strange is that the strongest of the Qilin clan members who appeared at this moment are only in the Super Saint realm, and there is no powerful person in the Supreme Saint realm who is above the Super Saint.
Is this the strength of the Qilin tribe?
It's definitely impossible. With just this little strength, how could it be possible to gain such a prestigious reputation in the world of Chenxia?
"Who are you? You dare to touch our Qilin tribe? You think your life is too long!"
In the air, the leader of the Qilin Clan's Super Saint Realm roared angrily.
But they didn't come forward. They were not stupid. Wu Yun's terrifying cultivation was really there. If they dared to come up, they would just be giving away food.
I have to say that strength is truly king.
Even though the house was beheaded, they only came out to confront him. This was purely because Wu Yun was strong enough at this moment. Otherwise, they might have beaten Wu Yun to pieces in an instant without leaving any bones left.
However, facing the crisis of survival of the ethnic group, they could not give up even if they were afraid, and they all suspended in the air to confront Wu Yun.
"Yue Yiren, is the Qilin tribe here or not? Let her come out!"
Wu Yun said solemnly.
"Hmph, who are you? You open your mouth and come to our Qilin tribe to ask for someone. You really think that you can do whatever you want if you have some strength!"
The Qilin people didn't buy it.
boom!
Without any unnecessary nonsense, just cut it off with one sword.
The violent sword energy, stabbing and stabbing, rubbed against the air and made a harsh sound.
Bang bang bang...
At least ten Qilin tribesmen suspended in the air died tragically on the spot.
But judging from their reactions, they must also know about Yue Yiren.
"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"
Wu Yun asked again in a deep voice.
"Boy, it's true that you have strength, but we, the Qilin Clan, are not false either. Do you really think that no one in the Qilin Clan can cure your mother?"
"At this moment, only the strong men of our clan are going to the Nirvana Pond in the back mountain to realize enlightenment. They will arrive soon. When the time comes, you..."
boom!
This person still did not answer directly, but was full of intimidation and threats.
How could Wu Yun listen to his nonsense and cut him off with another sword?
This time, the sword was more powerful, and at least thirty Qilin tribesmen died tragically on the spot, including more than five super saint cultivators.
"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"
Wu Yun asked again!
"I……"
He was still the same stubborn person before, and he was ready to confront Wu Yun again.
But he wasn't afraid, but the people around him were.
Just as the man was about to speak, he was grabbed by another member of the Qilin tribe beside him and said, "Your Excellency, please don't be so unscrupulous!"
"I, the Qilin Clan, don't know about the person you are talking about!"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yun struck with another sword.
Another dozen people died tragically.
"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"
Wu Yun's tone became increasingly cold.
Three swords and dozens of lives, this time, I finally scared those Qilin tribe members.
"Here, in the Qilin tribe, she is here, don't kill her, don't kill us!"
There was a Qilin clan member kneeling on the ground, praying.
"Take her..."
"Who dares to run wild in our Qilin tribe? Qi Hun, you loser, how can you kneel down to the enemy?"
As soon as Wu Yun finished speaking, he heard a loud and deafening sound coming from a distance.
More than one person came.
Several terrifying figures shot towards them from the direction of the mountain behind the Qilin tribe.
Five people came.
The five of them are actually above the super saints, the supreme saint realm!
Wu Yun's eyes narrowed slightly.
Judging from the momentum erupting from these five people, he suddenly knew what state he was in now.
If nothing else, it should be in the Supreme Sage.
If we look at it more specifically, the strength of these five people from the Qilin tribe is estimated to be around the fifth level of the Supreme Sage.
This kind of foundation cannot be said to be weak.
However, Wu Yun's strength should still be above these people.
Because his momentum is more explosive and crazier.
That was the increase given to him by the Mad Soul Monument.
However, I did not expect that the Qilin tribe would actually have five powerful men above the fifth level of the Supreme Saint Realm sitting in charge.
If nothing else, these five people are probably the leaders of the Qilin tribe.
Soon, Wu Yun's attention was immediately diverted.
After the five people arrived, one of them actually slapped the Qilin tribesman who was kneeling before and was called Qi Hun with a palm on the head.
Immediately, Qi Hun died tragically on the spot.
"There is no weak person in the Qilin tribe. Kneel down to the enemy and die!"
A cold voice came from the mouth of the person who took action.
Wu Yun's eyes also suddenly sank.
This Qilin clan member is really ruthless and cruel, even to his own clan members. No wonder other clans in this world are afraid of their power.
But, it doesn't matter.
"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"
Wu Yun asked again, his voice still cold and without any fear.
"What, you want to take action again?"
A leader of the Qilin tribe who was in the supreme holy realm took a step forward slightly and stared at Wu Yun.
"The girl you are looking for is dead. Her bloodline has been taken away, her body has been taken over, and her soul has been destroyed. No matter which tribe you are from or what your relationship is with that girl, today, your life must be preserved.
In the Qilin tribe!"
"Dead, dead!"
Wu Yun's heart suddenly stopped.
Yue Yiren died. This news instantly shattered the last hope in his heart.
Violent rage and murderous intent gathered together crazily and multiplied.
The already violent momentum around him became even more violent.
Anger filled his body, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.
"Did you kill her?"
Every word, every word, is like the roar of an evil ghost who has just crawled out of hell.
With eyes like sharp knives, he stared at the five leaders of the Qilin Tribe.