Eternal Martial Emperor

“Where is this?” When Lin Yun entered the 9th floor palace of the 8th floor palace of Yutian, what appeared to him was a huge bronze palace.

At this moment, the gate of the palace was open, but Lin Yun released his divine knowledge as soon as he entered. What he discovered was not only the breath of Level 6 Martial Sovereign, but also the breath without any Realm.

Lin Yun, carrying his hands on his back, walked into this bronze palace.

In front of it is a straight corridor with a length of 100 meters. There is a shimmering kerosene lamp hanging on the corridor. The surrounding atmosphere makes people feel a bit of depression.

This promenade with faint lights is like a wild beast with an open mouth, waiting for the prey to throw itself into its mouth.

Lin Yun watched vigilantly for 4 weeks. After all, he has already passed through the 9th floor palace of Yutian 7th floor. Although it is not too difficult for him.

However, if you replace it with any equivalent Realm, or even a Level 6 Martial Sovereign, you will definitely die.

“Sir! Please come back!” I don’t know when, a faint voice came from the end of the corridor. Although the tone was not loud, it passed into Lin Yun’s ears clearly.

Lin Yun paused, staring at the dark mass at the end of the corridor, trying to see through, but found that his consciousness could not capture anything at all.

“Your Excellency has passed through the 7th floor of the hall, and it must have also cut the 4-wing white tiger.” The voice came again after a long time.

Lin Yun was unmoved, still carrying his hands, but Martial Soul, the sword of the Devil God behind him, showed his vigilance.

This is the only time he has been reborn until now, without feeling any breath of a creature.

This feeling made Lin Yun feel very uncomfortable.

“The 4-winged white tiger is the mount of the Lord. If you wake the Lord, you won’t be spared.” The voice passed into Lin Yun’s ears. Although the words were quite ironic, the tone was very sincere. “Hi, please leave quickly.”

“What if I don’t?” After a long time, Lin Yun asked back.

The man who was talking didn’t seem to think that Lin Yun would answer like this, and for a while fell into meditation.

“Then let me repulse the Lord.” With a voice, a figure appeared at the end of the promenade.

I saw a boy in white, move toward Lin Yun came slowly.

The eyebrows are clear, the lips are like peony, the white embroidered brocade, and the silver and white spear is in her hand, but her eyes are closed.

When seeing this boy in white, Lin Yun felt even more puzzled. Even if the boy in white was standing in front of his eyes, his own sense could not capture his slightest existence.

“Is it a broken soul?” Lin Yun remembered a thing he had heard from his predecessors. At that time, his ten Martial Saints were preparing to go to a place of inheritance, but they met a practitioner who had no breath. .

Although this practitioner does not have Realm, his strength is actually above Martial Saint. In the end, ten Martial Saints fought hard to kill him.

Later, in this place of inheritance, they learned that this creature was named Breaking Soul.

It is rumored that after the practitioner’s death, one of his 3 souls and 6 souls had a chance that one of them could not enter the reincarnation, but could only dissolve within the 3 realms, and its name was broken soul.

Broken Soul inherited Realm during his lifetime, but he lost his memory and could no longer practice, no one could detect his true strength.

Lin Yun looked at the boy in white and was lost in thought.

“My name is closed at night.” The boy in white raised his spear, pointed at Lin Yun, and said quietly, “If you don’t listen to dissuasion, then cut it off!”

The boy in white shook his spear. The spear was as flexible as a dragon, stabbing Lin Yun’s chest.

Lin Yun snorted, pulled out the demon sword, and raised it to resist.

With a bang, Lin Yun took a few steps back, and the boy in white stood firmly on the spot.

After Lin Yun stood firm, he probably had a number in his heart. If this boy in white has a Realm, at least it is a Realm above the level 2 Martial Sovereign.

“Devil God Crystal Core!” Lin Yun didn’t hesitate, leaving only the palace on the last floor, and the boy in white in front of him was not the lord monster of this palace.

The lord monster of the 8th floor palace should be the lord he said, a monster with Level 6 Martial Sovereign Realm.

Lin Yun directly started the first stage of Devil God Crystal Core, and raised his sword to meet.

“Your Excellency! Then kill it!” The boy in white voice was cold, although his eyes were blind, but he did not affect Lin Yun’s existence in the slightest.

I saw Lin Yun’s body faintly smoky, and his body flickered in place.

Divine Sword Decay-1st Form.

Once Lin Yun shot, there was no movement at all, but he disappeared as a whole, and in the place where he disappeared, a sword spirit emerged out of thin air.

At the same time, the boy in white changed his face and seemed to feel that Lin Yun was a little tricky. He felt that Ling Jian’s sword air was moving toward him.

The boy in white lifted a lance to resist, and the sword gas was chopped on his lance, and a tweet was made, and the boy retreated.

At this time, Lin Yun’s figure appeared directly behind him, a sword waved, and his sharp edge overflowed.

The boy in white snorted coldly and hurried forward. After seeing his white robe, he had been scratched by a demon sword and blood dripped.

The boy in white bit his lip and never made a sound.

“Who dares disturb the King to rest?” At this moment, a terrible voice came from the end of the promenade. The sound was like a thunderous ear, and it was like a stormy sea.

“The Lord is awake!” The boy in white, who had just looked down on life and death, heard the voice at this moment, like a bow-struck bird, kneeling on the ground with one knee, trembling move toward the end of the promenade and bowing down. “You can’t go now, the Lord is awake.”

“Night off, who is bothering me!” A roar at the end of the promenade, and the whole palace shook violently between then and then.

“Lord, the inheritor …” Ye Xiu said tremblingly.

“Inheritor? I didn’t expect anyone to come to the 8th floor.” The voice at the end of the promenade was suddenly silent. After a while, he asked, “Is the king’s mount killed by him?”

Lin Yun sneered and walked straight to the end of the promenade, thinking in his heart that even pretending to be a ghost, even the monster and beast would not.

“Also. Bring him in. After the king surrenders to him, he will be thrown to the seventh-floor temple to be the temple master.”

“Don’t say anything!” Lin Yun snorted, and saw that his skin was bright red at this moment, and the whole figure merged into the white steam mist.