You have a good chance, I accept it.

The next moment, Ye Lin only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and the man in black robe had already disappeared.

"Oh? This speed?"

Ye Lin stood motionless, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

Suddenly, Ye Lin moved. He suddenly reached out into the void behind him, and the space around his arm shattered like a mirror.

As Ye Lin exerted slight force on his palm, the next moment, the man in black robe who had just disappeared was forcefully taken out of the broken space by Ye Lin.

The next moment, Ye Lin suddenly punched down, and the black-robed man's body was pressed to the ground like a sandbag by Ye Lin.

For a moment, dust and gravel flew everywhere, and a huge pothole appeared under Ye Lin's feet.

"If you don't have the strength, why are you pretending?"

Looking at the black-robed man in his hand, Ye Lin said coldly, then slowly raised his palm, turned it into a fist and swung it out suddenly. The next moment, the black-robed man's head shattered like a watermelon, and for a moment, red and white flowed out. All over the place.

"broken."

Just hearing Ye Lin say in a cold voice, the surrounding space was trembling slightly, and the soul of the man in black robe was directly shaken into ashes before he could escape.

Once a true immortal monk becomes a mortal enemy, he must be crushed to death, otherwise there will be endless troubles. Killing his physical body is not just killing him, because there is also such a thing as the soul.

Even if there is no physical body, a true immortal is still a true immortal, without any change.

When Ye Lin finished all this, he felt a powerful sword energy filling the entire island. He turned around and saw Lonely Wind standing in the void holding a wooden sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"The swordsmanship of the void, escape from the void, and cut."

Lonely Wind said softly, and with a slight wave of the wooden sword in his hand, the black-robed men who were still alive covered their necks with frightened eyes, and then fell backwards with eyes full of unwillingness.

With just one sword strike, all the men in black robes were wiped out.

"You are so weak that you can't be any weaker."

After doing all this, Lonely Feng said with disdain on his face, he was really too weak to be even a little bit interested.

"There must be an organization behind a so-called cult. I'm just bored, so go check it out."

Looking at these corpses, Ye Lin suddenly felt a hint of interest in his heart.

"Alright."

Hearing Ye Lin's thoughts, Lonely Feng didn't have the slightest objection, and just went to find out what this so-called cult was about.

On the other side, a middle-aged man who didn't feel any danger at all was sitting leisurely on the throne, waiting for his good news and dreaming about his spring and autumn dreams.

"This time, basically all the true immortal monks are dispatched. It shouldn't be a big problem to take down the two stupid Qing Tianjiao."

"This feeling of holding a real immortal in your hands and playing with it from a high position is really comfortable."

Wang Wu looked at his palm and said with enjoyment.

"Take advantage of this gap to enjoy yourself."

After saying that, Wang Wu stood up and left the throne. He looked at the throne in front of him, and suddenly pinched the black cat statue above the throne. With a slight force on his palm, the black cat statue was turned in one direction by him.

The next moment, there was a trembling feeling on the ground beneath your feet. The throne in front of you was slowly moving. When the throne moved to the side, the place where the throne originally stood turned out to be a dark hole.

Wang Wu walked in with a wicked smile on his lips.