Chapter 1099: Death of the Holy Son

Yu Jinsheng's strength is not bad, and coupled with the life-saving talisman seal left by the seniors of the Yu family, he was finally able to block the disaster for him.

When Lin Lang's blow fell, Yu Jinsheng was only slightly injured, but not at all.

But even so, it was enough to shock all the saints present for a while.

You must know that Yu Jinsheng is the leader of the younger generation in the immortal world. His strength has already surpassed that of ordinary people, and he has gone a long way on his own invincible road.

Even a strong man like him couldn't withstand a single move from this man with a broken arm. How strong should he be?

"What is this guy's identity?" All the geniuses raised their eyebrows. Lin Lang's cultivation was just that of a heavenly state of mind, but his true combat power was far inferior to that of even the Holy Son.

Where did this monster come from?

Yu Jinsheng was equally shocked. As a leader of the younger generation, he felt that his previous views had been refreshed.

Xu Fei and others had the same idea, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

"You guys come together."

Lin Lang's expression remained as usual, and he glanced calmly at the previous saints who openly stood against him.

His combat power has exceeded this level. No matter how many saints there are, they are not worthy of being his opponent.

"The bastard is arrogant!"

Yu Jinsheng couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. He shouted lowly and rose into the sky again. His saint-child level combat power was undoubtedly demonstrated.

The other nine saints, including Qingyou, the demon clan saint Yunteng, and the god clan god son, also took action.

As the Holy Son, each of them is the best among the people with high ambitions. It is very rare for them to join forces to deal with one person like this.

Unfortunately, their opponent was Lin Lang.

"Do you need help?"

The Hundred Battles Immortal King smiled slightly and looked at Han Zilong. Since he has decided to help, he will help to the end.

If Han and Zhao chose to take action, he did not intend to stand idly by.

Han Zilong was about to jump into the battle ring when Zhao Zilong's warm palm gently fell on his shoulder and said leisurely: "Don't be anxious. After cultivating to the level of the sect master, the saints are just idiots in front of him. Whether we help or not, in fact, It is not meaningful."

Just as he said, several Holy Sons jumped up and all kinds of magical powers came to them. Lin Lang on the other side just stood there without any extra movement.

"Wind Sand Thousand Ren Palm!"

A saint son shouted low, sand and rocks flew around him, and a raging storm erupted from two pairs of cuffs.

In the biting wind, countless palm prints fell suddenly.

"The interval between magical powers is too long, even imperial magic will not help. You will not die unjustly." Lin Lang said calmly.

At the same time as his voice fell, Lin Lang also lightly dropped a palm, which clearly did not carry any spiritual power, but exuded an overwhelming aura.

boom!

The Holy Son immediately flew backwards, his palm power passing through the layers of protective magic weapons, and his soul was shattered by Lin Lang's palm.

the other side.

The other Holy Sons also came one after another, each of them using the strongest magical powers they had learned throughout their lives.

For a time, the Tao Yun circulated, and the mighty power of supernatural powers rose from the ground and rose to the depths of the sky.

There are many visions and thousands of floating shadows, all showing the appearance of genius. The palace could not withstand the pressure, and the roof was blown away.

Lin Lang still had that indifferent face. Even the Holy Son was still too weak in front of him.

Bang bang bang!

At this time, a magical scene happened. The magical powers of many saints fell. The terrifying power was enough to crush any immortal king, even low-level immortal emperors.

However, at this time, Lin Lang could not be hurt at all. Instead, Lin Lang struck out one after another, and with each strike, one person would die.

Bang bang bang!

Each of the saints was surrounded by tyrannical supernatural powers, but they seemed to be in front of Lin Lang, and each one of them died suddenly after receiving a slap from Lin Lang.

It's like deliberately dying.

Lin Lang stood alone in the wind and rain, safe and sound. The palm prints fell frequently, blasting a Holy Son in the air, and layers of blood rained down, stained with dust.

At this time, many monks were inevitably contaminated with the blood of the Holy Son, and the feast of the Holy Son was stained with blood.

I have the Guiyuan Palm, all kinds of wonderful methods, and magical powers that can break it.

Bang!

Lin Lang struck out with a palm in the air. Yu Jinsheng was far away, but he was also hit in the back of the heart by Lin Lang's palm. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, his expression darkened.

This is the last person.

With the fall of Yu Jinsheng, this one-sided massacre ended completely. At his feet, seven or eight Holy Sons were lying on their backs or sides, all of them silent.

Even the soul was shattered from the air.

But Yu Jinsheng did have some strength. He was seriously injured but not dead yet. He had a magic pill in his mouth before the battle, and his life was always hanging on.

To a certain extent, Yu Jinsheng is the only Holy Son who can withstand Lin Lang's palms without dying.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Lin Lang walked slowly to Yu Jinsheng, with light cyan sword energy condensing on his fingertips.

The number one person in our generation, Yu Jinsheng, no longer has any power to resist.

Until then.

Everyone noticed that Lin Lang never moved even half a step from beginning to end. He only faced the enemy with one arm, but no one could force him to take action.

What a terrifying strength this is!

The saints who had not participated in the battle did not dare to breathe. They felt as if there was a sharp sword hanging above their heads. However, Lin Lang's

When his eyes fall on them, the sharp sword will fall and chop off their heads.

At a Saint Son banquet, a human cultivator actually killed nearly ten Saint Sons one after another.

It is conceivable that if this matter is reported back to the fairy world, it will definitely cause a great earthquake. The forces behind these saints will never give up!

Fairy Lingbo also widened her eyes, her eyes were full of shock and even more fear.

When did such a terrifying powerful person appear beside Jiang Xinyue! In comparison, the sadness of her cousin dying in the same clan is far less than this fear.

Tianxin Realm, killed nine saints, how could there be such a terrifying monster in the world?

It is not an exaggeration to call this person a saint killer!

Talent is close to monster, strength is close to monster!

But then again, is there really such a powerful Tianxin Realm in the world?

"Could it be that he has hidden his true cultivation and is a powerful person in the realm of the Immortal Emperor?"

The saints thought in their hearts. There is absolutely no such a fierce Tianxin Realm in the world. If it is said that Lin Lang is in the realm of 99% perfection, there is still some credibility.

The only possibility is the old monster in the realm of the Immortal Emperor. However, the rules of the Sealing Immortal Battle do not allow contestants in the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

The saints fell into deep thought.

"Don't look at his current popularity, I'm afraid he will soon be in trouble." A quiet discussion was heard.

The person who spoke was the saint of this generation of Taoism. Beside him, the saint of Buddhism turned his head in confusion.

The saint of Taoism pointed to the sky, and the saint of Buddhism understood instantly.

"Amitabha, I understand."

This person's behavior may have alarmed the immortal emperors who were secretly paying attention to the immortal battle.

The immortal emperor realm is not allowed to participate in the immortal battle. If it is concealed, once it is discovered by the immortal emperors, they will face joint suppression.

As expected.

As his voice fell, the dark clouds in the sky began to gather, and a layer of faint pressure descended between heaven and earth, and the air was filled with the breath of the emperor realm.

Unconsciously, you will feel difficulty breathing and your own cultivation is difficult to control.

Emperor realm strongman!

The Holy Son Banquet gathered the Holy Sons from various forces. Such a banquet could easily attract the attention of the Immortal Emperors stationed at the border.

And Lin Lang's actions also forced them to come forward.

Lin Lang raised his head slightly, his face still without the slightest fluctuation. He raised his hand directly, and the sword energy accumulated in his hand was emitting cold light, about to bloom.

"Forgive others when you can."

With a clear voice, a palm tore through the space, and a palm stretched out from the void to grab Lin Lang's wrist.

As if oppressed by the emperor's power, the light green sword energy dissipated into nothingness.

"The person I want to kill, even the emperor can't stop me, I said." Lin Lang spoke indifferently, and he didn't care about the Immortal Emperor who came beside him.

As he spoke, the palm holding Lin Lang's wrist was covered with a layer of gray-brown rock layer, and in less than half a breath, it had completely turned into a stone statue.

Lin Lang's arm shook slightly, and the arm that turned into a stone statue shattered in an instant.

At the same time

The green sword energy on his fingertips condensed again, turning into a small sword that penetrated the space and pierced Yu Jinsheng through.

The next moment.

The power of the green sleeve sword exploded, and the violent energy exploded directly in Yu Jinsheng's body.

Bang!

Even a saint like Yu Jinsheng could not withstand such a terrible attack. His body was shattered, and the connection between his soul and the soul planet was completely cut off.

A saint, fell.

After doing all this, Lin Lang looked at the fairy Lingbo not far away with an aggressive look.

Since he had already started killing, he might as well take the opportunity to kill Jiang Xinyue's competitor.

Fairy Lingbo was stared at by Lin Lang, and she felt a wave of oppression like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rolling in, and her delicate body shook unconsciously.

On the other side, the immortal emperor who had not arrived in the sky finally tore through the space shackles, and several thunders struck out from the dark clouds.

Following closely, a young man descended into the palace. This man had a jade-like face, a strong body, and an excellent appearance.

However, the imperial power lingering around him revealed his identity without a doubt.

The inspector of the Sealed Immortal Battlefield, a genuine Immortal Emperor cultivator!

When Lin Lang first saw this man, a hint of amusement appeared at the corner of his mouth. This was an old acquaintance, and he had some intersections with him three hundred years ago.

It was the last generation of the Holy Son of the Bright Moon Sect, Si He.

"I can't believe you are still alive." Si He did not continue to attack, but just smiled bitterly.

Lin Lang did not speak.

Then, Si He continued to speak, saying: "Fairy Lingbo is a disciple of the Bright Moon Sect. Give me face and let her go."

Si He knew Lin Lang's strength very well. Three hundred years ago, Lin Lang's cultivation was far better than his, and ordinary Second Tribulation Immortal Emperors were not his opponents.

Now that three hundred years have passed, he has completely lost the opportunity to compete with Lin Lang. He also knew Lin Lang's character. He was a person who dared to kill even the Son of God and could even cause a fight between the Holy Land and God.

He was definitely not someone who was easy to talk to.

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang nodded at this time: "Okay."