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

Click!

The thunder blade slashed, and several pieces of thunder exploded among the warriors of the Desolate race.

Another strike killed dozens of Desolate warriors.

After Lin Yuan slashed several thunderous strikes in all directions, the shadow of the Thunder Martial Soul behind him became transparent and light.

Without pausing, he once again converted the Thunder and Lightning Martial Soul, which was short of spiritual power, into the Ice Soul Martial Soul.

Like a wheel battle, replace different martial arts in turn to go into battle.

Every time without any reservations, pour out your spiritual power with all your strength.

So far, he has continuously replaced ten different attribute martial souls.

Looking at the dizzying scenes of the battle on the copper coffin and hearing the endless shouts of killing, all the monks were already numb.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that this would be a scene where a little foundation-building monk could appear during a battle.

The howling wind, the shattering of ice lotus, the roaring of fire waves, the impact of rocks, the bursting of thunder and lightning...

Several kinds of extremely chaotic battle sounds kept ringing out from every corner of the desert.

1 minute... 2 minutes... 5 minutes...

Two hundred...one hundred...fifty...ten...

Thick sand and dust flew all over the sky accompanied by blood mist, and the desolate warriors on the field were annihilated one by one by Lin Yuan's devastating sword.

boom! ! !

Yanlong roared, with a roar, sending up sand and dust all over the sky.

As Lin Yuan exhausted the remaining fire spirit in Lie Yan Wuhun, there was no longer any standing Huang clan warrior around him.

With this blow, his eyes finally went black.

After shaking his body weakly for a few times, he fell to his knees.

If he hadn't supported himself with a sword, he would have fallen down completely.

At this moment, his tense spirit finally got a little relaxation.

Lin Yuan, who just ignored life and death and all physical sensations, finally felt the severe pain from all over his body.

And a sense of dizziness that is extremely weak.

But even though his current state is almost exhausted and he will fall down at any time, his left arm still holds Yun Wuyue firmly.

Under his protection, Yun Wuyue was not harmed at all except that her clothes were stained red with blood.

Not even a single hair fell out.

tick, tick...

The stained blood mixed with sweat flowed down from Lin Yuan's body in strands.

After just a few breaths, a pool of blood had already gathered under his feet, staining the yellow sand red.

The hot wind blew past, causing Lin Yuan's black hair to flutter.

Looking at the desolate warriors on the ground who were gradually turning into dust, his eyes were full of sarcasm and contempt.

The irony was defeated in his hands, the humbleness of the two Desolate warriors.

The ninth wave of fighting finally came to an end.

But for the monks outside the copper coffin, the shock brought by this battle will never stop.

They wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything.

They wanted to say how powerful the Qing Emperor was, but they couldn't find any words to describe it.

They wanted to say how terrible this trial was, but they didn't know what language to use to express it.

Everyone was silent like a cicada, and their hearts were shivering.

They will never forget the scene of the blood-soaked boy embracing the girl.

“年轻的荒族后人，你实在令我感到惊叹首ヘ发;于，群*9?8EUR0？2ュ[email protected]?8ヘ5?6。”

After a not-so-short period of calm, the voice of Rage God came from the sky above the trial ground.

"Obviously the realm is the lowest among all the testers so far, but it has reached a point that none of them have ever reached."

Rage God's tone was full of surprise and regret, as well as a trace of awe.

"If it wasn't for the fact that the rules of the trial had been set long ago and could no longer be changed, otherwise I would definitely choose to grant you the inheritance now."

Rage God's turning point made all the silent monks look horrified.

The meaning of this sentence clearly means that the first trial is not over yet.

"I regret it now, why did I set up twelve consecutive waves of trials to screen qualified inheritors."

In the imperial palace, it suddenly became quiet, as quiet as a ghost land, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Because everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Twelve waves of trials...

These five words are like the hellish wind that invades the bones and marrow of all the monks, making them shiver all over.

They have every reason to doubt that even the Rage God himself would be basically impossible to pass the cruel test set by him.

"However, I saw hope, and saw an inheritor who truly has the qualifications to obtain the power of the Rage God."

"Because if it weren't for you to protect the life in your arms, it is absolutely impossible to fall into the current desperate situation..."

After a long silence, Rage God Remnant Soul continued:

"The last three waves, which are also the most difficult challenges, are coming soon. I will give you an extra [-] breaths of time to restore your strength."

"I wish you, Wu Yun is prosperous!"

Rage God's voice completely dissipated.

But Lin Yuan still knelt on the spot, motionless.

It's as if you didn't hear it at all.

Or he was already desperate for the news and decided to give up struggling.

However, the trial of Rage God will not wait for anyone.

The hundred breaths of time passed by.

Following the endless clanging sounds, a total of 24 Desolate warriors appeared on the desert.

But Lin Yuan's consciousness was still wandering on the edge of despair.

Only now did he realize how slim the hope of passing this trial was.

Only now do I know why nearly [-] testers all died here.

Only now did I know why the Desolate Lord strongly discouraged him from taking Yun Wuyue, who was dying, to the trial.

Cloud without moon...

Yes, there is no moon in the cloud.

Lin Yuan raised his head, looked at the dark and turbulent crowd in front of him, and let out a miserable laugh.

He was laughing, laughing at his innocence.

Laughing at my ignorance.

Laughing at my own powerlessness.

Laughing, why the fate of the two of them is so ill-fated...

Why do you have to experience so much pain in such a short life...

Why, it is not him who is suffering and hurting at this moment...

He just wants to protect everyone around him.

Parents, brothers, sisters, grandpa, grandma...

very many……

But the world always seems to have a hard time with him, and it can't always let him get what he wants.

Always hurt the people around him, always leave him.

在一声声的悲叹首ヘ发;于，群*9?8EUR0？2ュ[email protected]?8ヘ5?6与绝望中，林渊撑着剑，颤巍巍站起身来。

If he can control his destiny...

If he had the power to control everything, then all this would never happen...

he does not know.

But the only thing he can be sure of is that he can die.

But never let Yun Wuyue suffer any harm in front of him.

"Come on... as long as I have breath..."

"I won't let you hurt her half a point."

The bloody boy stood up again, roaring furiously.

"As long as I have breath..."

"It will never fall!!!"

Chapter 24 Martial Dao Secret Art, The Deathless Emperor Qing

Thousands of troops and horses awakened the demon god who was kneeling on the yellow sand.

Lin Yuan stood up suddenly amidst a roar, and swung his right arm horizontally.

The terrifying sword intent that still remained on the spirit sword instantly decapitated the dozen or so cavalry warriors who were the first to approach.

Looking at the huge flow of people rushing in front of him, his eyes were terribly cold and stern, with a kind of determination to die.

"Liberate... Ice Soul Martial Soul!"

Lin Yuan opened his mouth to express his words, and behind him suddenly lit up an ice-blue spirit that shot straight into the sky.

And his spiritual pressure breath, the moment the ice glow lit up, it rose rapidly.

True Spirit Realm Level [-]... Level [-]!

The peak of the fifth level of the True Spirit Realm!

The ninth level of the True Spirit Realm!

The peak of the true spirit realm!

Profound Spirit Realm!

After Lin Yuan's spiritual pressure soared to a large level in a very short period of time, an incomparably huge spiritual pressure instantly covered the range of [-] meters around him.

The ice storm swept across, the air was rapidly cooling, and the temperature in the entire space plummeted.

Regardless of whether it was gravel or stones, all objects within a hundred meters around him were covered with layers of frost, forming thicker and thicker layers of ice.

And in mid-air, there were scattered snowflakes floating directly!

All the monks noticed the abnormality on the screen, and they all voiced their doubts.

"What's going on? It's still freezing in the desert? It's still snowing? Am I dazzled?"

"No, I saw the same thing, it's really weird."

"It's the martial soul secret technique."

Among the crowd of onlookers, a venerable from the martial arts department saw the reason and explained:

"Qingdi used the martial arts secret technique that can make the realm of spiritual pressure skyrocket in a short period of time."

"Martial Dao secret technique? We are all spiritual practitioners, and we have hardly heard of it. Can fellow Taoists explain it?"

"We would like to hear the details."