Chapter 353: The Supreme Sword

Many elders stood still, staring at Lin Lang with extreme fear. What they were afraid of was not Lin Lang's cultivation, but the little blue sword!

The Shangqing Sword is a treasure of the Earth Immortal. Even though Lin Lang's current cultivation level is difficult to display its true power, its sharpness is rare in the world. The sword energy it emitted before it was born can cut Killing the master, now that he is showing his glory for the first time, it is not a problem to hurt the body of the gods.

"Stop what you're doing, we'll be the ones who die if we don't kill him." The Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect shouted loudly, causing everyone to tremble.

Everyone looked at each other, seeing Lin Youye's skill and determination, and he definitely had the courage to eradicate Wan Guizong.

If you don't kill, you can only be killed.

kill!

A group of Wanguizong elders made up their minds and controlled the corpse puppet to kill them. Lin Langyi was not afraid, with a clear sword in his hand, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and the sharp sword aura slashed in all directions, causing countless waves.

The sword qi was criss-crossing, and all the black and white fierce that were swept away were cut into two at this moment. Hongsha and Banhongsha were alright. Although the sword energy of Shangqing was sharp, it still lacked the energy to kill them.

Hong Sha, who was controlled by the Sect Master of the Thousand Ghosts Sect, was staggered by the sword energy. Hong Sha lowered his head and saw a conspicuous white mark on his chest, his skin was torn apart, but it did not pose any fatal threat.

"Although his sword is sharp, its fatal weakness is that it is too small and can only be used for ultra-close combat. As long as we avoid the weapon, he can't hurt us."

The Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect let out a low cry, controlled Hong Sha's main attack, avoided the enveloping range of the Shangqing Sword, and regretted again. Forced Lin Lang to retreat a few meters away.

The other two Red Sharks kept wandering around, sometimes sneaking up a few times, which made Lin Lang have to be serious. Although he has the ability to blow up the God Realm Hongsha with his bare hands, he can also be blown up if there are too many times.

His physical body is not that strong.

"Let's clean up these miscellaneous fish first."

The ethereal silver cloak behind Lin Lang was draped in emptiness, covering the stars and the moon, and the sword energy in his left hand slashed and slashed leisurely, like a great master who has studied kendo for many years. Every sword is extraordinary, revealing a mysterious arc.

The lingering and sharp sword aura passed through several tyrannical corpse puppets, causing their bodies to vibrate. After crossing their obstacles, the sword aura was split into two halves, and fell on the disciples, causing a murder immediately.

Countless disciples were unable to dodge in time, mourning was everywhere, blood was mixed with corpses, and the hills were dyed red.

On the ground, under Lin Lang's countless hacks regardless of the cost, deep trenches have already been plowed, more than two feet deep, like cracks left after a landslide.

The members of the Wangui Sect were all furious, as if they were going crazy, countless spells and corpse puppets aimed at Lin Lang's direction and bombarded them indiscriminately.

"You guys are next."

Lin Lang said indifferently, took a step forward, and walked more than ten meters in the air. His right hand picked up the stars and the moon, and behind him a phantom of a demon god who couldn't see his face stretched forward infinitely until the shadow completely covered an elder who controlled Hongsha.

At this moment, Lin Lang raised his hand, and the corresponding Demon God Phantom also stretched out his palm and grabbed it forward.

boom!

Everyone still didn't understand why, but the elder shrouded in shadows was holding his ribs tightly with his arms, as if he was firmly grasped by an invisible big hand, his face was getting more and more purple. Finally, with an explosion, the elder's body exploded into a pile of minced meat.

Blood and flesh splashed all over the surrounding people, and the fishy smell was disgusting. But at this time, Lin Lang disappeared from the crowd again, taking advantage of the elder's death and Hong Sha's movements froze, the demon god's five fingers turned into claws, and he turned his hands upside down. The five unrecognizable fingers with shadows were like a prison cell, firmly imprisoning the semi-unowned Hongsha.

"Cut me!"

Lin Lang hummed softly, and the whole person soared into the air again, and an astonishing terrifying aura spread. He held the small sword and slashed downward.

Although the Shangqing Sword was still only half a foot long, everyone seemed to feel that the Shangqing Sword had become a thousand times bigger in a trance. The giant sword with a length of more than ten meters was waving in Lin Lang's hands.

The sword energy is like a rainbow.

Half of the sky was shining brightly, and it only dissipated after a few seconds, followed by rolling thunder. At this moment, the scene was like rain on a cloudy day.

It's just that this is not a cloudy and rainy day, but a murderous move! Wan Jianyi used to perform similar sword moves before, but they were only similar in appearance. The power Lin Lang displayed now is definitely countless times more terrifying than Wan Jianyi's sword moves.

Everyone heard and saw the vision first, and then the palpitating and terrifying fluctuations erupted completely. The prototype of a ten-meter-long giant sword fell, causing a catastrophe to the entire world.

A sword that shocked the world!

Many disciples and elders who controlled Hongsha felt the soul-stirring fluctuation almost at the same time, but they couldn't struggle, and they couldn't even revoke their control over Hongsha.

When the giant sword fell, the Red Sha was the first to bear the brunt, and was cut in half from head to toe. A large piece of the mountain peak in the distance has also been cut off, leaving a neat and smooth section.

The disciple elders who controlled Hongsha were not spared either. After beheading the corpse puppet of Hongsha with the giant sword, it even followed through on their souls. Only a few with two extremely powerful souls survived, and almost all the others were wiped out in the air. However, the survivors didn't feel well, and fainted on the spot even at a distance of a hundred meters.

The power of a sword can cut ghosts and gods.

"The power is still lacking. If you encounter a real god, you should not be able to kill it, but it is very possible to hit it hard."

Lin Lang secretly calculated this in his heart.

The power of the sword. Although Hongsha's physical body is comparable to that of the Grandmaster, it is only pure physical strength, which is not as good as that of the god-level powerhouse who stimulates spiritual power.

After all, the real strong man in the divine realm is a strong man who has integrated the four cultivation systems of cultivation method, soul cultivation, horizontal training and warrior, and there is almost no difference from a real immortal cultivator.

This is also the reason why many demigods cannot break through to the divine realm. Because of their deficiencies in a certain aspect, even if their bodies or other cultivations have reached a level comparable to that of the gods, they still have no hope of ascending to the gods.

Because they are all incomplete. Unless the four cultivation systems on the earth are integrated into one furnace, each of them can be cultivated to the peak below the divine realm. It's just that in today's dharma-ending era, how difficult is it to do this?

Compared to Lin Lang, those members of the Wan Gui Sect all had mournful expressions. This is a Red Sha, so he was killed so easily?

"Not only did the three red evil spirits fail to capture him, but one of them was beheaded. I'm afraid he is not a demigod, but a real god." Everyone felt their scalps go numb.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lin Lang swung his fist, and Jin Xiang stepped into the air, three punches and one punch were stronger and stronger than one punch. When the first punch fell, Hong Sha's chest, which was controlled by the two elders, was deeply sunken, and when the second punch fell, Hong Sha's chest was pierced by a fist that was close at hand.

Lin Lang's entire arm was inserted into Hongsha's body. His eyes were indifferent, and his eyes were on the same level as Hongsha's. There was no emotion in those eyes. Who made it just a painless monster?

However, the half-red demon who was standing behind this red demon who was about to launch a sneak attack was hit by Lin Lang's one-style magical power to beat the bull across the mountain, and was directly blown into pieces.

At this time, Lin Lang's final punch landed.

The golden light was blazing, and another Hong Sha of the Wangui Sect was completely shattered!

At this time, in the Myriad Ghosts Sect, there is only the last one controlled by the master of the Myriad Ghosts Sect. The sect master of the Wangui Sect is bleeding. Every Red Sha can be called a god corpse. Its combat power is amazing. It is one of the few foundations that have maintained the establishment of the Wangui Sect.

Now, in order to deal with the catastrophe, the only four Hongshas are dispatched. If they can kill Lin Lang, it will be fine, and they can stop the loss in time. But right now, three of them were destroyed by the opponent... Even the master of the Wangui Sect was a little desperate.

As the battle continued, the only surviving Hongsha became more and more powerless. The three Red Fiends failed to win Lin Lang in their heyday, and now there is only the dry last one left. The defeat is already doomed.

In less than half a stick of incense, the last Red Sha of Wan Guizong was shattered. The Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect spurted blood continuously, and stepped back step by step. With each step, the injury in his body would worsen until he was caught by the elders behind him.

The mountain top of the Wan Gui Sect was covered in gloomy clouds and mist. The elder disciples caught a glimpse of the once indomitable suzerain whose hair was disheveled, the sky was stained with blood, and the Taoist robe was torn and disfigured. His heart was completely desperate.

Lin Lang took a step forward, and everyone's nerves tensed suddenly. "I heard that the Medicine King Sect was beaten up by Lin Youye at the mountain gate, and in the end they donated their treasury in exchange for a chance to survive. My Wan Gui Sect is also willing to make peace." The second elder said in a hurry.

"I don't want to make peace." Lin Lang said lightly.

"Lin Youye, what on earth do you want to be satisfied?!" An elder sternly shouted, "Aren't you afraid of karmic retribution? One day, if you are enthralled, the more people you kill, the more people you kill." The more you burn, the stronger your karmic fire will be, and the people you kill will turn into undead and entangle you for a lifetime, and you will never be able to enter the realm of gods for the rest of your life."

"What can I do if I burn myself in the fire of karma?"

Lin Lang glanced at the other party lightly, stretched out his hand and pointed at him, his body was instantly shattered, and blood spattered three feet: "He was not my opponent in life, but he is worthy of entanglement with me after death?"

"Lin Youye, don't bully people too much! What do you want to kill so many people from my Myriad Ghost Sect?"

The disciples were furious.

"If the patriarch is here, why would the Wangui sect be reduced to the point where everyone bullies him? Unexpectedly, he was bullied into the mountain gate by a demigod, so he dared not speak up."

An elderly Wangui Sect elder spoke out.

"Patriarch, please come back!"

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect was full of sorrow, and it was rare that there was such a united effort, in the midst of life and death, they just remembered the tablet that no one had enshrined for a long time.

The whole world is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, the mountains stand side by side, and the mountain guards are trapped like iron walls. At this time, some changes are quietly taking place.