The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 137
The ghostly aura of this cloudy wind made Lin Yang startled, and an incredulous look flashed across his face.

However, he didn't pause, ignored the other eight people, and stepped gently into the broken stone gate.

After Lin Yang walked in completely, the eight fiery red-haired men looked at each other, as if in tacit agreement, and all of them didn't accept a word. They followed Lin Yang and walked into the stone gate one by one.

The light inside the stone gate was extremely dim, and there was an extremely strange aura that made people puzzled.

However, regardless of Lin Yang or the other eight people, they all have extraordinary cultivation bases, and they can see without hindrance in this dim light.

They saw that in this room, the area was vast, with a size of [-] square meters.

In the middle of the room, there is a square stone bed, which looks very large. The surface of the stone bed is engraved with strange patterns, which seem to be patterns, which can attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and surround the stone bed, forming a Slight overcast wind.

There is also a white skeleton on the bed, and it can be seen that the owner of the bone once sat cross-legged.

Moreover, the bones of the skeleton are white and crystal-clear, completely different from the skeletons left by ordinary people after death, as if polished by beautiful jade, exuding a slight spirituality.

From the eyes of the eight fiery red-haired men, this is a spiritual bone, which can only be cultivated after reaching a certain level of cultivation.

But in Lin Yang's eyes, the owner of this skeleton only touched the threshold of crystal muscles and jade bones when he was alive. It is also not rotten.

Looking down, at the waist of this white bone, a hand-sized, pouch-like bag lay quietly.

On the stone bed where the white bones are facing, there is also a three-inch small sword. The sword body is simple and cold, two and a half inches long, and the hilt is only half an inch. The aura flashed, and at a glance, one could feel that this little sword was extraordinary.

When Lin Yang saw the pouch-like bag and the three-inch sword, his eyes lit up suddenly. If he read correctly, that pouch-like bag should be a storage bag, the lowest in the world of cultivating immortals in the starry sky. Space magic weapon.

And that three-inch small sword is undoubtedly a flying sword, although its quality is not high, but in his hands, it is enough to exert terrifying power. On this earth, there are probably few people who can match it.

'Well, well, it didn't come in vain. '

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Lin Yang stepped up and was about to walk to the stone bed, holding the storage bag and flying sword in his hands.

But the moment he lifted his foot, the eight martial arts practitioners who followed him and walked in here suddenly got into trouble, and all of them moved towards Lin Yang fiercely.

Especially the fiery red-haired man and the thin man with extremely sinister eyes spared no effort in attacking Lin Yang.

In their eyes, the little sword on the stone bed is like a fairy weapon, with unparalleled attraction. It is incomparable with the things in the room just now, so it is naturally impossible for Lin Yang to take it away just like this.

What's more, it was taken away in front of their eight half-step Huajin.

Their eight half-step Huajin teamed up, even a master of Huajin master level can resist it, but I don't believe that Lin Yang, who is only [-] or [-] years old, can surpass Huajin even if he started to practice in his mother's womb.

It is necessary, fight to the death, get that little sword, once successful, the future is limitless.

Sensing the situation behind him, Lin Yang's eyes turned cold, and there was a murderous intent overflowing from all over his body. He raised the sole of his foot and landed quickly. When he stepped lightly, his body fluttered like a butterfly, rose into the air, and fell into the air.

He was in the air, twisting his body, seeing the eight people shooting towards him, without the slightest hesitation, he raised both palms, a breeze blew in the room, and a strong viscous force suddenly appeared.

Condensation!
The simplest Taoism in the starry sky cultivating world can make the air in a space of [-] meters thick, and the living things in it can move slowly, but it is only for the cultivators under the state of transforming gas.

And to deal with these martial arts practitioners who have practiced severe castration techniques and are far behind the immortal cultivators, it is even more disadvantageous.

Almost in an instant, the expressions of the eight people who were shooting towards Lin Yang changed suddenly, and they suddenly realized that their bodies seemed to be moving forward in sticky sugar water, and every movement was extremely strenuous, and the speed was extremely serious. decline.

They all raised their heads suddenly and looked at Lin Yang in horror. They felt that at this moment, what they were facing was not a martial arts master, but an immortal who showed terrifying abilities with every gesture. This feeling was very bad, and it had never happened before.

But at this time, after Lin Yang raised his hands and cast the Condensation Technique, he stepped into the void suddenly, and his body glides down in the air at an extremely fast speed, which is not restricted by the Condensation Technique at all.

In the middle of the journey, he clenched the five fingers of his right hand and punched out fiercely. The target was the pitted middle-aged man who was proposed for the first time outside the hall.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man on Ma Keng's face looked terrified, thinking of the man in the money coat who was seriously injured and dying under Lin Yang's fist, how similar his situation is now.

Frightened, he took a deep breath, intending to launch the heavy pendant, and fell into the air, but found out with horror that his body was still sluggish by the unknown stickiness around him, his movements were slow, and his falling speed was like a movie in slow motion.

This situation scared him out of his wits.

But at this moment, Lin Yang's fist arrived and hit the middle-aged man's chest directly on Ma Hang face.

boom!
When the loud muffled sound resounded, a blood hole the size of a fist appeared on the chest of the middle-aged man with a Makeng face. It was directly transparent, and the light from the opposite side could be seen.

The middle-aged face of Makeng's face instantly turned into golden paper, and a large amount of blood spewed out from his mouth, and these blood, in the air condensation technique, also rushed out of the mouth like a slow motion, slowly spread out, and gently fell in all directions.

This scene, in the eyes of other people, is too terrifying, as if Lin Yang is different from them, not a person from the same space, but a traveler from another time and space, the time is not equal, the speed is not equal, they are completely killing them, and they But there is no power to resist.

They regretted it, their intestines were green with regret.

With the terrifying means possessed by this young man, he didn't take action to kill them all when he was in the hall or in that room just now.

It can only be explained that this young man relied on his status and did not pay attention to their cultivation. Even if the eight of them joined forces, he would not bother to make a move. This is the look down from a real master.

If they had self-knowledge, if they had some brains, they shouldn't have shot this boy.

Because of the serious injury of the money jacket, he was dying, and he had already set an example for them.

But at this moment, in front of the little sword with spiritual brilliance, like a fairy weapon, their greed was unprecedentedly high, and they couldn't help but make a move.

That boy, being so provocative, didn't hold back anymore, but planned to crush them to death like ants.

It's too late, everything is too late!

(End of this chapter)