Chapter 443 The Final Trump Card! The Supreme Power

"stop it!"

Si Lei Zong's senior officials were heartbroken.

They watched as the disciples that Si Lei Zong had cultivated over the past thousands of years began to kill each other one by one, and their eyes immediately became anxious and excited.

But.

Lin Yuan had no intention of stopping.

His eyes swept over the senior officials of Si Lei Sect, and finally stopped at the deputy sect leader who looked like a strong man in an iron tower.

When Lin Yuan looked at these senior officials, the senior officials of Si Lei Sect were also looking at Lin Yuan.

finally.

When more than half of the disciples of Si Lei Zong were killed or injured, the deputy leader of Si Lei Zong finally spoke.

"Senior Lin Yuan..."

"Our Si Lei Zong admits defeat in this matter."

"No matter what your plan is, despite the conditions, can you... let the Si Lei Sect disciples stop fighting first?"

This strong man who looks like an iron tower has a much more delicate mind than ordinary people.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he called Lin Yuan, who was at least four or five hundred years younger than him, his senior, which directly showed his attitude of recognition.

But Lin Yuan did not speak, but looked at the deputy sect leader calmly.

For some reason, Lin Yuan suddenly felt that, aside from his iron tower-like figure, this deputy sect leader looked very much like someone he once knew.

Jiang Ying from the Donghuang Jiang family.

A man who is flexible and flexible, thoughtful, and always has only interests in his heart.

The influence of the Mahayana Killing Sound continues.

The mountain gate of Si Lei Zong was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Lin Yuan remained unmoved.

Si Lei Zong injured Xue Qinghan in the front, trying to seize the body and himself in the back. According to Lin Yuan's character, he would never let it go!

"Senior, all of Si Lei Zong are willing to follow you as slaves. I beg you for mercy!"

The strong man from the Iron Tower continued, "Come on, this man didn't care about the eyes of other senior officials around him and fell to his knees with a clang."

Lin Yuan frowned.

He still had no effect on dispelling the Mahayana killing sound, allowing everyone in Si Lei Zong to continue killing each other.

The eyes of the strong man in the iron tower gradually cooled down from the original pleading, and became cold and terrifying.

As smart as he had figured out, Lin Yuan had no intention of letting Si Lei Zong go.

"Get the origin of the Holy Land."

The strong man from the Iron Tower secretly transmitted a message to an elder of the Si Lei Sect.

"Deputy Sect Master?!"

The elder was stunned.

Of course he knew what it meant to sacrifice the origin of the Holy Land at this juncture.

but.

After seeing Lin Yuan's holy body just now, everyone in Si Lei Zong also knew that with their strength, they were not qualified to challenge Lin Yuan.

"Go quickly."

The strong man from the iron tower sent a message in a cold voice.

However.

Just as the elder moved, Lin Yuan suddenly snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a Great Desolate Sword landed one position in front of the elder.

If only he had moved a little faster just now.

I'm afraid that the Great Desolate Sword descending from here will strike him on the head.

"In the end what you want?"

At this moment, even the deputy sect leader, who had always been resourceful, was at a loss to deal with Lin Yuan.

No matter how they begged, Lin Yuan had no intention of letting Si Lei Zong go. Now that they were planning to fight for the origin of the Holy Land, Lin Yuan did not give them this chance at all.

"I gave you a chance just now."

Lin Yuan looked at these senior officials of Si Lei Sect and spoke clearly.

Everyone in Si Lei Zong was stunned.

Lin Yuan had just confirmed that the person who allowed Si Lei Zong to take charge of things would show up within ten breaths.

But they didn't cherish this opportunity just now.

"In the end what you want?"

The deputy sect leader looked at Lin Yuan with cold eyes. He asked himself that he was not Lin Yuan's opponent in terms of strength. However, Si Lei Zong, as a veteran and powerful force, had enough desperate cards behind him.

"Two paths."

Lin Yuan spoke calmly, "First, Si Lei Zong sacrifices the origin of the Holy Land and becomes a slave for life, listening to my orders anytime and anywhere."

"Secondly, from now on, there will be no more Si Lei Zong in the Central Region."

Lin Yuan's words fell.

The expressions of everyone in Si Lei Zong suddenly changed.

Although the deputy sect leader previously mentioned that they could follow Lin Yuan as slaves, this was based on the condition that they retained the origin of the Holy Land.

Having the source of the Holy Land in hand means that Si Lei Zong may cultivate new strong men at any time, and then they will be able to find ways to fight Lin Yuan.

But if even the origin of the Holy Land is handed over.

Si Lei Zong will no longer have any hope of making a comeback in front of Lin Yuan.

What is the difference between this and the annihilation of the clan?

"We need to think about it."

The strong man from the Iron Tower rolled his eyes and said to Lin Yuan, "Seniors also know that the origin of the Holy Land is of great significance to the Holy Land. Although our Si Lei Sect has been removed from the name of the Holy Land, the origin of the Holy Land is also to Si Lei Sect..."

"You have to understand that you are not imposing conditions on me now."

Lin Yuan said calmly before the other party finished.

The deputy sect leader's expression changed.

At this time.

Someone from the Si Lei Sect said, "Deputy Sect Master, let's fight him. We still have that thing. Even if he becomes a saint through the ancestor's original body, he will definitely not be a match for that thing!"

Lin Yuan's eyes moved.

That thing?

Before he could think more, the eyes of Si Lei Zong, the strong man from the iron tower, quickly changed several times, and finally a look of determination flashed through his eyes.

He immediately turned around and bowed in the direction of the back mountain. At the same time, there was a token in his hand that exuded a simple atmosphere.

"The sect is in danger, please ask the Second Ancestor to protect the sect!"

The iron tower man shouted loudly.

"Please ask the Second Ancestor to take action!"

The elders of Si Lei Sect immediately knelt down.

Lin Yuan realized that something was wrong.

He wanted to stop it immediately, but suddenly felt an extremely powerful aura coming from the depths of Si Lei Sect.

When the aura appeared, Lin Yuan suddenly felt his body stiffen.

This stiffness was not the effect of poisoning or martial arts, but pure pressure!

"So strong..."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath. He could feel that his whole body was trembling under the effect of this aura. This feeling was like encountering a horn!

At this time.

The aura in the depths of Si Lei Sect turned into a ray of light and rushed up.

In a flash, a young man with disheveled hair and naked upper body appeared beside everyone.

To be precise, he appeared in front of Lin Yuan!

"Supreme!"

Lin Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and then quickly expanded, and his throat couldn't help but slide up and down.

He could feel that the pressure of this energy was even stronger than that of Lin Qing and other half-step supremes. Lin Yuan had only felt such a powerful energy from the Great Wilderness Supreme and Xuan Jiu Supreme in the Holy Land Stele.

This was definitely the pressure of a true supreme!

"Who dares to invade our Si Lei Holy Land?"

The disheveled young man opened his eyes and the moment his eyes fell on Lin Yuan, the latter felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The supreme strongman, with just a glance, caused Lin Yuan to suffer serious internal injuries!