Chapter 462 Seizing the Emperor

"It seems that I still underestimated the heroes of the earth. There is no profound killer inheritance, but someone has found another way and walked out of another alternative way of assassination." Lin Lang woke up secretly.

The last sword of the Assassin God is definitely not a theoretical way of assassination, but an upright sword, but it is hidden in the space, endowing this sword with wonderful power.

But the ancestor of Hongmen didn't look good. According to his years of understanding of the killer god, this sword is definitely the latter's lore sword, and he has never missed it. This also means that the trump card of the killer god has lost its effect.

Unless the Killer God has figured out other hole cards over the years. At this moment, the patriarch of the Hongmen already felt somewhat retreating in his heart, and just about to speak up to stop the fight, Lin Lang's boundless sword shadow enveloped him again.

Every sword is differentiated layer by layer, all of which are sharp and seductive, and each sword has unpredictable power. The sword energy is overwhelming, and the sword intent soars to the sky, even if it has not touched the body a few meters away, it still makes people's skin hurt, as if it is being torn.

"Don't underestimate me!" Hongmen patriarch yelled loudly, the power of the three-fold fist was at its peak, the fist was covered with gray, as if covered with a layer of hard stone skin, his skin was petrified, he shook forward, and his sleeves shattered .

With one punch, the mountains and rivers roared.

The ultimate profound meaning of San He Quan was vividly displayed by him. Beside the ancestor of the Hongmen, there was a meteorite rain at this moment, and countless small hard stones were suspended beside him. In an instant, the power of fists erupted, and the surrounding stones also turned into a storm. boundless.

Those countless stones are more ferocious than bullets. If they collide with him, even the body of the gods will not be able to bear it. The stone breaks the defense, the real killing move, the real terrifying power is the last move of the Sanhequan.

This is the secret technique at the end of the chapter.

"cut!"

Lin Lang opened his lips and teeth lightly, and gently swiped forward with the remnant sword in his hand. The remnant sword erupted with light, carrying a mysterious artistic conception.

The speed of Can Jian increased sharply, and so did Lin Lang's body, and his whole body shot out following Can Jian.

too fast!

This is a supersonic sword!

It has even exceeded twice the speed of sound.

Even the ancestor of the Hongmen couldn't react, he didn't even have the chance to react hastily, and was directly beheaded by Dazzling sword. From the neck to the waist, a line of blood spread out from the body of the ancestor of Hongmen, and then burst, and then the blood gushed out.

The patriarch of the Hongmen was cut in half by a sword, and his face still had disbelief. He had no way to get out of the situation just now, let alone thought that the speed of the sword was so fast that it was suffocating.

He was unlucky, he had already held back his big move, but he didn't have time to activate it, and was directly beheaded by that extremely fast sword technique.

Boom!

The petrified supernatural power of the ancestor of the Hongmen subsided, and the upper and lower corpses fell to the ground, and the surroundings were silent. The meteorite storm subsided, only the sound of unmanned stones falling.

A generation of god-level powerhouses, one person under one person and more than ten thousand people in Hongmen, and even a big figure who has the ability to influence the politics of Southeast Asian countries, quietly fell at this moment and buried his bones in a foreign land.

The dust of stones all over the sky has settled.

Lin Lang held the sword in one hand, his bulging sleeves calmed down, and gently pressed against his body. His eyes were still extremely sharp, and his standing proudly looked like a peerless swordsman. Blood was still dripping from the tip of the broken sword, showing that Victory and triumph.

However, everything happened between lightning and flint, and the speed was so fast that almost no one could react. The God of Killer was raising his hand to launch a sneak attack. At this moment, his hand was still in an attacking posture, but he froze in place, not daring to move.

If he faced that sword, he might end up exactly the same as the ancestor of Hongmen.

"I admit it." The God of Killer smiled bitterly, loosened his palm, and the soft sword fell to the ground with a jingle. Lin Lang was unable to win the two of them in the previous battle, and even one of them was beheaded, but now he is left alone, how can he compete.

Only by admitting love can one survive.

This is the way for the killer god to survive until today, after two hundred years of ups and downs, but still alive. Even if it is hailed as "the most cowardly state in history", it is not too shameful.

At least... he lived longer than others.

Lin Lang glanced at the God of Killer lightly. It can be said that without the tyrannical help of the ancestor of the Hongmen, it is not very troublesome for him to take the life of the God of Killer. The God of Killer was terrified, and his heart felt cold. Since he decided to put down his weapon, he had already put his life in the opponent's hands.

"Surrender to me and be my servant from today on, guarding the mountain gate for me, and I will spare you from dying." Lin Lang said calmly. The God of Killer had no choice but to smile wryly. If he dared to refuse, I'm afraid that there would be another dead soul in the god realm on the bloody sword.

"I am willing to surrender."

The killer god bowed quickly.

"It's good to do it for yourself."

Lin Lang didn't even say much, and he didn't even deliberately warn the God of Killers, as long as he was there, it was enough to deter the God of Killers from having a different heart, until he died.

After solving the two troubles of the Killer God, he finally had enough time to look at the first-floor hall. Most of the many things scattered on the ground are damaged magical weapons, and their power has been lost.

If it was in good condition, Lin Lang might still be moved. Shaking his head, Lin Lang approached the three human immortal corpses leaning against the wall. The one on the left was a strong human immortal of the blood race, whose soul had disappeared and had completely fallen.

The other two were strong men of the human race. Lin Lang reached out and groped around a human fairy, but found nothing of value. There was a precious heart mirror on his chest that was now shattered into powder.

As for the immortal in the middle...

Lin Lang looked down at this person, a strange look flashed in his eyes. This person was dressed in a rotting gray robe, and his chest was severely wounded. After thousands of years, his flesh and blood had disappeared, leaving only a black hole in front and back.

Through the wound, one can even see the tattered wall behind, with dried brown blood stains, and the wound still exudes a suffocating pressure, preventing the recovery of the injury. This person seemed to be attacked by someone on the way to the customs, and he was directly nailed to the wall.

"Who has such strength, even a human immortal can't beat the opponent's move." The God of Killer took a deep breath.

In vain, he once thought that he would be able to traverse the world and look down on the world when he ascended to the divine realm. However, when he saw it today, he suddenly realized that human beings can't protect themselves, so what is he in the elementary divine realm?

Where does the pride come from? It's just sitting in a well and watching the sky, complacent. I have to say that the God of Killer was really touched, and his heart was full of waves.

Lin Lang didn't have as many thoughts as the God of Killer, his eyes were only fixed on this human fairy, and his eyes flickered.

"Defend the law for me."

Lin Lang suddenly made a sound, and the God of Killer was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Under his gaze, Lin Lang directly reached into the inner skirt of the robe on the chest of the immortal corpse, and took out a golden paper.

Boom!

A dazzling brilliance shot out from the golden paper suddenly, with a strong sinister aura, without any warning, it shot into the center of Lin Lang's eyebrows.

"It's you who's waiting!"

Lin Lang yelled, he had been prepared for a long time, but how could he be tricked by someone? At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, and a fierce battle was taking place in his body at this moment. The figure of the gray-robed immortal appeared in Lin Lang's sea of ​​consciousness without warning, laughing wildly.

"It's true that God will not kill me!" The gray-robed man laughed wildly, and the resentment accumulated for thousands of years was swept away, and he launched an attack without restraint.

"Heaven will not kill you, I will kill you!"

At this moment, the sea of ​​consciousness space thundered, and the sky collapsed. A figure wearing a luxurious amethyst crown, wearing a yellow robe, and holding a staff of punishment emerged.

Then a golden palace rose from the ground. Lin Lang held the scepter in his hand, stepped on the divine cloud, raised his hand and suppressed it with a thunderbolt.

The gray-robed immortal was stunned, staring blankly at the luxurious palace in front of him, unable to be happy no matter what.

He never imagined that a junior whose cultivation was no higher than Xiantian would have such a condensed soul, and the emperor's vision would appear in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Consciousness of the sea life palace, the foundation stone of the immortal platform, such a condensed soul, who are you!" The gray-robed immortal was shocked and angry, and was struck by the thunder punishment, and the body of the soul was directly scattered, and it took a long time before he regained consciousness. Cohesive molding.

In the accident at the 33rd level that year, because he was killed on the way to practice, and then the vigorous battle broke out, so that blow did not directly kill him, and his soul has been stored in the golden paper .

For thousands of years, the thirty-third level has never been opened again, which made him who lived in the paper magic weapon almost exhausted. Just when his soul could no longer linger on, finally an ignorant young man broke into the thirty-third level. It's a shame that the old man of the blood race is of the same race as the opponent, and he succeeded first.

In desperation, he could only lie dormant again and wait for the opportunity. Maybe it was really the heavens that never killed him, and finally he waited for Lin Lang and his party. He gave up the god of killers who was in the divine realm and soul, and chose Lin Lang Duoshe, who was the weakest of the three.

However, how could he have expected that the person he seized was a former Immortal King powerhouse, even if his cultivation base was not there, the soul was still the body of an Immortal King, so how could he, a little human being, be able to seize the body.

boom!

The gray-robed celestial being was pierced through again, and desperately asked, "What kind of realm is the senior, an earthly immortal? A heavenly immortal? Or the illusory true immortal in the legend?"

In front of Lin Lang, even though the gray-robed celestial being had lived for thousands of years, he still regarded himself as a junior. He knew that his meager skills were nothing in front of the other party's strong men.

"Immortal King." Lin Lang said lightly. The gray-robed immortal's mind was filled with a thunderstorm, the realm of the true fairyland was already the limit of his knowledge, what is this fairy king, the king of all immortals, what kind of realm is that?

Even if the power of a real immortal exists, it may not be as powerful as a finger of an immortal king. Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope rose in the heart of the gray-robed immortal. Such a supreme power should disdain to embarrass him, a little immortal.

"Senior, can you give me a way out?" the gray-robed celestial being clapped his hands and asked. However, Lin Lang didn't pay any attention to it. Thunder clouds billowed in his hand, and a dazzling divine thunder pierced the sky...