The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

At this moment, everyone felt a black shadow flicker in front of their eyes.

A gust of icy wind swept by, and Lin Yuan had disappeared in place, and appeared in front of the front row of the imperial guards in an instant.

This scene shocked countless imperial guards and shocked their hearts.

The few guards who faced Lin Yuan face to face were even more frightened.

Because they saw Lin Yuan's ferocious face splattered with blood clearly at a close distance.

That completely distorted expression in endless pain and resentment, and that smile on the corner of his mouth that was more sinister than a devil.

The violent breath and unpredictable speed made these forbidden soldiers who were approached by Lin Yuan forget to react, and there was no time to react.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

boom! ! !

The roar was closely followed by a deafening roar.

The incomparably hard iron armor worn by the several forbidden soldiers was smashed to pieces by Lin Yuan's vigorous swinging arms.

The extremely violent spiritual pressure bombardment shattered their internal organs, and their consciousness immediately dissipated.

The last sound they heard in their lives was Lin Yuan's desperate roar.

Another cloudy wind blew past, and there were several miserable screams.

The arms that contained endless resentment and rampage Reiatsu once again penetrated the iron armor and bodies of the two imperial guards.

From the chest to the back of the heart, the bloody arms directly lifted the bodies of the two guards, and flung them to the sides.

With an extremely violent impact, the tragic death smashed through several crowds, causing several screams.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

Roaring, screaming, and roaring opened the prelude to the bloodbath in the palace.

The smell of blood ignited Lin Yuan's violence in an instant.

He didn't want his hands to be stained with such a bloody crime.

I don't even want to bear innocent lives on my body.

But now that he lost Qin Zhimu, he has completely lost all reason.

He has completely let go of the violent demon god living in his heart.

Now there is only one color in front of his eyes, and that is bloody red.

Now there is only one voice in his ears, that is to kill everything in front of him.

Now there is only one thought in his mind, and that is to turn Yan country upside down.

He must see Qin Zhimu again.

He must take her back.

In addition, all atrocities, as long as there is merit, regardless of any price.

bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Lin Yuan's speed was too fast and his strength was too violent, everything happened only in the blink of an eye.

The guards holding swords, spears and halberds didn't even have time to react, their bodies were pierced one after another, and they fell down with a short scream.

The physical pain was just a moment, but what they endured before they died was the greatest fear in their lives.

The rest of the imperial guards finally reacted.

The surrounding crowd all charged up with a bang, completely surrounding Lin Yuan's path forward.

Dense sword lights and sword shadows roared out like a nightmare storm.

Facing countless attacks that came like a torrential rain, Lin Yuan at this moment did not dodge or dodge.

Just like that, he rushed forward frantically facing countless swords, spears and halberds, and the spirit sword he snatched in his hand harvested slice after slice of life.

His face was completely stained red with blood, his eyes shot scarlet blood, and his mouth let out a devil-like growl.

"Death... all die... those who stand in my way die!!!"

In the dense and turbulent black crowd, a scarlet blood path was soon dyed.

Lin Yuan went straight to kill outside Qianqing Palace.

Countless sharp swords were cut on his shoulders, legs, and head.

Countless spears and halberds that contained spiritual pressure pierced his chest, bringing up bloody flowers one after another.

These attacks, which were enough to kill or injure a normal monk thousands of times, did not stop his piercing steps even for a moment.

Wherever he went, blood rained down.

The scene in sight made it difficult for everyone outside the copper coffin to say a word in extreme horror.

The young Emperor Qing's feelings for Qin Zhimu, after so many scenes, they all saw it.

No one doubts that he has regarded this relationship as something beyond himself, and even beyond life.

It was precisely because Qin Zhimu's status in the heart of the young Qing Emperor surpassed everything else that he became this crazy.

Seeing the scenes of this brutal massacre, the corners of Luo Chen's mouth twitched slightly as he was hiding in the corner of the Temple of Heaven.

He wanted to say something, but suppressed it with an expression of unwillingness and jealousy.

……

Roaring, screaming, bursting roar, splashing blood, and flying stumps.

This is all that is turbulent in the picture at this moment.

Those imperial guards who had experienced many battles died like ants one by one under the berserk Lin Yuan.

The deaths were more tragic than the last, and no one could leave a complete body.

In less than a few minutes, the Qianqing Palace was already bleeding like a river.

There are countless broken limbs, broken internal organs, and messy corpses everywhere.

At first glance, it was as terrifying as a purgatory full of bones.

In front of the palace gate of Qianqing Palace, at the rear of the crowd blocking Lin Yuan, several swords pierced his chest and abdomen.

"Ughhhhh!!"

With a violent roar, an astonishing spiritual pressure mixed with terrifying evil spirit suddenly exploded from him.

All the swords that pierced into his body were severed and shot out.

Countless blood streams flowed from his body, but immediately those blood streams stopped abruptly.

Lin Yuan raised his eyes, and his sinister and frightening gaze fell on the last group of forbidden soldiers standing in front of him.

Looking at the whole body of blood in front of him, like a demon god just soaked in a pool of blood, the only remaining guards were trembling uncontrollably.

In the face of the enemy, they have a steel-like indomitable will, and they have long been numb to death and blood.

But now, his hands were so trembling that he couldn't even hold the weapon in his hand.

When Lin Yuan's eyes fell on them, a dense and endless chill ran up the spine crazily.

The next moment, they threw away the weapons in their hands one after another, screaming in fear, and fled frantically outside the Qianqing Palace, rolling and crawling.

Lin Yuan didn't care about the fleeing Forbidden Army, but stared at the last Forbidden Army commander standing in front of him.

A terrifying fierce light flashed across his eyes.

After killing so many people, the violent blood in his eyes not only did not decrease at all, but became more powerful and terrifying.

With a bang, the commander of the imperial army, who was trembling and shivering all over, let go of the heavy knife in his hand, and knelt down little by little.

In the Qianqing Palace, everything that had been chaotic and turbulent just now quieted down, and there was no one there.

Step...step...tick...tick...

The blood on Lin Yuan's body dripped continuously, dripping into the river of blood in the palace.

He passed the commander of the forbidden army who was defeated and gave up resistance, and slowly walked out of the palace gate.

Just as he looked up to the sky, the commander of the imperial army behind him suddenly jumped up, grabbed the big knife, gathered all the spiritual power in his body, and slashed at his neck fiercely.

Keng! ! !

The big knife across the air cut Lin Yuan's neck precisely.

There was a clanging sound similar to metal clashing, which broke the tranquility of the Qianqing Palace.

He succeeded in one blow, but the expression on the face of the commander of the Imperial Army at the peak of the Earth Spirit Realm changed from complacent madness to unbelievable horror.

The whole person is like seeing ghosts and gods.

The feeling from the blade was as if a rock of ten thousand years had been chopped.

He didn't see the head that flew out, let alone a large burst of blood.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that tiny traces of blood slowly overflowed from an imperceptible wound on his neck.

The pain on his neck made Lin Yuan put away the last trace of rational pity, and rekindled his anger that had been calmed down a little.

He didn't look back, but just grabbed it with his backhand, and the neck of the commander of the imperial army was firmly grasped by five fingers like iron clamps.

With a crackling sound, his throat was easily crushed to pieces, and his body fell powerlessly.

"Lin Yuan!"

In the sky above the imperial palace, several divine rainbows flew from the sky at extremely high speed.

Accompanied by a celestial spirit barrier covering the Qianqing Palace, Li Hongzhang's furious voice sounded.

"You have committed an irreparable and horrific mistake, and confess your crime on the spot!"

Looking at the barrier that isolated him, Lin Yuan stepped on the holy cloud and rose into the sky.

A two-color golden lotus quickly condensed in his palm, and he slowly laughed.

Laughing like a ghost.

Chapter 147

within the screen.

Li Hongzhang, Feng Qingyang, several elders of the Qing sect, and Feng Buqi who followed all the way, floated above the Qianqing Palace.

Below, there are countless corpses of the imperial guards, as well as countless stumps and broken arms.

At a glance, blood flowed into rivers, completely like a hellish scene of bones.

Witnessing such a scene, some of them were furious, some convulsed, some were shocked, and some could hardly believe what they saw.

The culprit who caused this scene of purgatory on earth was none other than Lin Yuan, who was covered in blood at this moment.

"Lin Yuan, I advise you not to resist any more!"

Feeling the palpitating violent spiritual pressure in Lin Yuan's palm, Li Hongzhang angrily yelled at him from the air.

The voice was full of heartache and regret for him, but also full of anger towards him.

"The heinous mistake has already been committed, how many innocent casualties do you want to cause?"

Hearing Li Hongzhang's words, Lin Yuan didn't change a bit.

His eyes stared straight at the people in front of him, his eyes were empty.

Apart from scarlet eyes, there is no other trace of fluctuating emotion.

"innocent……"

"Could it be that Zhimu... isn't innocent?"

"In this world, no one has the right...to decide her happiness."

Lin Yuan raised the golden lotus in his palm little by little, and his scarlet and deep eyes swept over everyone one by one, every word was like iron.

"Now, I'm going to the country of Yan... Take her back... After that, I'll come back and confess..."

"But today... no matter who it is, don't try to stop me here..."