Overcome the catastrophe

The temple has dominated the Feilu world for hundreds of years. There have been several tragedies in the past. Those who disrespected the temple were exterminated. Gradually, the wave of resistance subsided.After hundreds of years of management, a whole generation of young cultivators had the illusion that there was a temple since ancient times, that it was a divine right, that they could do whatever they wanted, and that others could only swallow their anger and would be servile to them, so these people came to prepare The temple cultivators who attacked the young patriarch of the Ling family did not ambush carefully, but planned to swarm up and besiege with open fire.Now there is no time to attack as ordered by the superiors, these people are very relaxed, some gather together to have fun, some practice alone in the quiet room, no one thinks that they will be surrounded and killed.The Youlan Ling family, who has disappeared for many years, is nothing but a desperate shabby family in the eyes of these grassroots cultivators. As long as they meet them, they will be cattle and sheep to be slaughtered casually, and they are not a threat at all.Ling's previous glorious achievements have long been erased by the high-level officials of the temple. Now they emphasize that Ling's is very powerful, but they can't make these cultivators pay attention.The descendants of the Ling family who traveled outside did not use the surname Ling, but changed to his surname, so no matter how the older generation said that the Ling family was dangerous, the younger generation of cultivators had no idea. , I didn't take it to heart at all.

As soon as Ling Zihan entered the camp, he felt the relaxed and happy atmosphere.These people didn't look like they were going to fight a powerful enemy at all, but they looked like they were here for an outing.He secretly smiled in his heart, standing in the center of the camp, closely watching the movements of the twenty members of the Ling clan, so as to fill in the gaps and kill the fish that leaked from the rain.

The weapons of the twenty members of the Ling family are all needle swords, but they are different according to the characteristics of their own martial arts and skills, and they are more convenient to use.

After Ling Zicheng, Ling Zirun, You Zimo, and You Ziqin came in, they found the three Martial Emperors with a sweep of their consciousness.They all practiced in their rooms, because it was a temporary camp, so there was no strictly restricted cave, but just a bedroom, and their servants were guarding the door, so that no one would come to disturb them.Since it was confirmed that there were only three Martial Emperors, Ling Zicheng didn't try to snatch the business, but gave it to three younger brothers, and he himself entered a large room where more than a dozen cultivators gathered to gamble enthusiastically.

Ling Zihan silently watched You Ziqin open the shop first.

That Martial Emperor died too aggrieved. He was concentrating on his cultivation in the room, but a thin long sword pierced his throat. Even though the attack was not fatal, it still caused his true vitality to go astray. fell to the ground.

Then there was You Zimo, who started very neatly.

That Martial Emperor was obviously practicing a kind of magic skill. There was a cultivator in front of him who opened his mouth wide in pain, but he couldn't move or make a sound.Emperor Wu's palm was pressed against his chest, and it could be clearly seen with the naked eye that the young and strong cultivator gradually became old and shriveled, as if all the essence of life had been sucked away.

You Zimo's sword pierced his neck from behind silently, and the tip of the sword went straight up to his brain. The fierce savage energy that rushed in destroyed his sea of ​​consciousness and shattered his martial soul in one fell swoop.

At the last moment of his life, the Martial Emperor instinctively sent out moves, but he beat the tortured practitioner in front of him into a puddle of flesh, and then he himself fell into a pool of blood.

Ling Zirun made the last move.He is a young man with a gentle temperament, and his moves are not as sharp and swift as others. He has a feeling of spring breeze turning into rain. It's the kindness of a killer.

The last remaining Martial Emperor is playing scores on the chessboard alone. This is an elegant hobby, which has nothing to do with crime, but he cultivates the way of killing. He has a resounding title "Blood Slaughter Demon". As far as the Blood Slaughter Demon Emperor, if he hadn't killed mountains of corpses and seas of blood on his growth path, he wouldn't have earned such a title at all.

Ling Zihan had seen his records in the materials related to the temple. Hundreds of families and sects were slaughtered by him, even infants and pregnant women were not spared. It was a heinous crime.Ling Zirun obviously knew the name of this person, so he didn't hesitate to make a move.

Killer butchers are often very alert, and even when they're blissfully pursuing their hobby, the instinct to keep themselves safe is still there.As a gentle breeze hit the nape of his neck, he jumped up, burst through the roof and into the air.

His action was completely instinctive, so he didn't yell "who" or something like that, but wanted to fly up to see the situation clearly and determine if it was a false alarm caused by his being too nervous.

As soon as he jumped out, Ling Zihan and Ling Zicheng rushed up from two directions at the same time, and Ling Zirun also flew up from the ground with his sword, stabbing straight from bottom to top.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Emperor didn't see anything particularly wrong around him, but instinctively felt terrified.He grabbed his own blood butcher knife and used the move "Blood Splattered Sky", dancing a bloody barrier around himself, protecting himself first.

His reaction was extremely fast, and his response was correct, but now he met the three elites of the Ling family, and the bloody shield armor was quickly pierced by three needle swords, piercing into his body like a bamboo.

Ling Zihan's sword pierced his throat, strangling his trachea and vocal cords together, making him unable to speak.Ling Zicheng's sword pierced into the back of his head, destroying his spirituality.Ling Zirun's sword pierced his ribs, pierced his liver, and reached his heart, cutting off his vitality.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Emperor's throat rattled, his originally dark red face quickly turned pale, his eyes full of ferociousness gradually faded, and he fell down from the air in a slump.

Ling Zihan grabbed the sacred blood knife that fell from his hand, put it into the sea of ​​consciousness, and let the Bone Soul Emperor deal with the evil spirit of blood and thousands of resentments above.Ling Zicheng reached out to grab the dead body, quickly put it into his Qiankun Ring, and waited until the battle was over before looting the money and sharing the spoils.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, and it was over without making a sound.

Get rid of the Emperor Wu with the highest combat power, and everyone else will be served.Without waiting for Ling Zihan's order, Ling Zicheng and others rushed into the room where the crowd was having fun, and started fighting with open fire.

They still didn't show their signs, relying on their strange movements to float around in the room, one sword at a time, killing heartily.

Soon, the entire camp was in chaos.

Those cultivators watched the companions of the cultivators who were sitting together to gamble or plundered together suddenly covered their necks, chests or heads, and fell down vomiting blood. They all jumped up in shock, but they couldn't see the person who attacked , Everyone felt their hair stood on end, a little creepy.

"This this……"

"what happened?"

"Who did it?"

"There are assassins."

"Enemy attack, enemy attack."

"Send the signal quickly."

"Notify Lord Saint."

"Where are you bastards? We are the temple..."

"You are so bold, you dare to offend the temple..."

"Where is the hero, please show up and see."

"If there is any offence, we are willing to apologize and compensate..."

A group of people rushed out of the room like headless chickens, waving weapons in the night, and the cultivators with defensive spiritual weapons all protected themselves first, and then they were shocked for a while, and asked questions one after another. Yes, there was a lot of voices and it was very lively.

The people who came to the Ling family to attack at night were all veterans, and they cooperated tacitly without any discussion at all. Some continued to kill, and some watched the actions of these cultivators. Kill them, and some fly to the sky to monitor, as long as a cultivator tries to escape from the camp, they will chase and kill them.

Ling Zihan was also suspended in the air, watching the entire camp quietly.Now, he finally understands why those so-called orthodox families and sects are so afraid of the Youlan Ling family. This is simply a family of assassins.If Ling Shi really wanted to kill someone, that person would be impossible to guard against, unless he was the Great Martial God.

Those cultivators sent by the temple are actually elites who are better than ordinary cultivators. They have raped and plundered, killed people like hemp, and all of them are as hard as iron, but in the dark, they are facing murderous intentions from nowhere. , other than being terrified, he had no choice but to find a way to escape.No matter how powerful the enemy can be seen, they will feel more at ease. At least they know what the enemy is and how strong it is. Can feel the breeze in the dark, and then death.This kind of ghost-like unknown made everyone feel overwhelmed and frightened, and soon lost their fighting spirit.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer cultivators who could stand or run, and there were fallen dead bodies everywhere, adding a bit of terror to the dark night.

Some people couldn't control their nervous emotions, put all their eggs in one basket, and blew their martial souls.Someone threw pilizi aimlessly back and forth, and the sound of the explosion spread far and wide in the dark night.

The Ling clan's movements were extremely fast, and they dodged quickly. They were not injured, but they also moved faster, besieging one person a few times, and killing the target in an instant.There are also a few people who specialize in collecting corpses and looting wealth, collecting the dead and all kinds of property in the room into the Qiankun Ring.

There were still a few people left to kill, Wu Zun and the Wuhuang-level Ling clan felt that two different divine senses swept over here, and the faint coercion made them judge that these two must be Wu Sheng.

Ling Zihan ordered, "Quick, retreat after killing."

It only took a few breaths, and the remaining practitioners who were struggling to support were all killed and put away. 21 trails of light smoke quickly floated out of the camp and disappeared into the night.

Moments later, there was deafening shouting from the empty camp.

"Where are the people?! Where did the people go?!"

"Who did it?! If you have the guts, don't run away!"

"If you dare to mess with our temple, you will be hunted down to the ends of the earth."

Ling Zihan sneered as he practiced the exercises taught by Situ Potian.The contemptuous and disdainful laughing sound lingered in the night sky, but even the holy rank powerhouse could not hear the direction of the sound.

The two martial saints were so angry that they flattened all the houses in the camp with their palms, but there was nothing they could do for a while.