Chapter 1494 Karma

"Um?"

Hearing the voice, everyone was stunned.

As Lin Yuan is the saint of Qingluan Academy, few people would take the initiative to challenge her.

After all, the traditional virtue of being compassionate and cherishing jade is still deeply engraved in the bones of the world.

Qin Yan frowned slightly, and turned to look at the place where the voice came from.

I saw a burly young man dressed in black standing in front of the stage, with a bronze ghost mask covering his face, looking extremely terrifying.

"Who are you?"

Qin Yan stood in front of Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

But the young man just shook his head, walked to the center of the battle platform, and said coldly, "Why, do you want to break the rules set by Qingluan Academy yourself?"

After saying that, the ghost-faced young man didn't even look at Qin Yan, but turned his head to look at Palace Master Qingluan.

"Of course not, Yuan'er."

Palace Master Qingluan's voice was indifferent, obviously displeased.

But in front of Tianjiao of Jiuzhou, he didn't want to violate the rules, so he nodded towards Lin Yuan immediately.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan didn't hesitate anymore, she moved her lotus steps lightly, and her figure appeared on the battle platform immediately.

"Who are you?"

"Just a nobody."

The ghost-faced young man shook his head, and before Lin Yuan could react, he stretched out his palms.

Immediately, streams of light tore through the void and pierced straight towards Lin Yuan.

"Um?"

Lin Yuan's beautiful eyes were slightly concentrated, and the ancient sword in front of her floated out of the air, and the sword's brilliance was ups and downs, resisting all the cold shadows of the streamer.

"Buzz!"

However, at this moment, the palm of the ghost-faced young man stuck out again, with a cold light shining on it, as if made of fairy gold, directly holding the ancient sword in his hand.

Lin Yuan's expression changed, and she was about to dodge and retreat, but saw a black chain winding from behind the ghost-faced youth, blocking all her escape routes.

"This is…"

Under the battle arena, many people's faces changed, obviously they never thought that this ghost-faced youth was so insidious, full of hidden weapons all over his body.

"Puchi!"

But Lin Yuan couldn't dodge in time, was directly drawn by the black chain, and fell on the battle platform.

"die!"

The ghost-faced youth snorted coldly, his figure flitted out, and a pair of iron fists swung down again.

"Yu'er!!"

Above the sky, suddenly there was a sword intent pressing across the world.

Behind Qin Yan, a pair of fire feathers emerged, appearing in front of Lin Yuan almost instantly.

Then, the bone sword slashed down, and the green lotus fell from the sky, directly covering the figure of the ghost-faced youth.

"Buzz."

The vast sword intent chopped off the young man's robe almost instantly.

Even the bronze ghost mask on his face cracked a terrifying crack, and half of it fell off.

Can! !

What was frightening was that not a trace of blood flowed from his body, as if...Qin Yan's sword intent had never caused even a single trace of harm to him.

In the end, the sword intent dissipated, revealing one of the black figures.

only! !

That kind of darkness is not the defense of the armor, but the flesh of the ghost-faced youth.

In other words, such a body can no longer be called a physical body, but... a puppet! !

He actually forged himself into a war puppet.

even! !

The face under that ghostly face was shimmering with a metallic luster, which was shocking.

"You... who are you?"

Lin Yuan struggled to get up, eyes full of fear.

"People of the righteous way are indeed hypocritical."

The ghost-faced youth shook his head and smiled, his eyes were full of killing intent, "Who am I?"

"The Saintess of Qingluan still remembers, Meng Wuhen."

"Meng Wuhen?"

Lin Yuan raised her eyebrows lightly and shook her head slightly.

"That's right, as a saint, how can she remember such a small person? I don't know if the saint still remembers... Jintian City under the Wanmo Cliff in Youzhou?"

"Wanmoya...Jintian City...you...you are that evil cultivator!!"

Lin Yuan seemed to think of something suddenly, and a flash of fear suddenly flickered in her eyes.

At the beginning, she had practiced in Youzhou, and encountered an evil genius in Jintian City.

It's just that the man's heart was vicious and his words were frivolous, so he was killed by her and the guardian behind him.

In this way, during the trip to Youzhou, Lin Yuan encountered many assassinations, but she resolved them one by one, and finally managed to escape back to Qingzhou.

Unexpectedly, that evil spirit is not dead! !

"It seems that the saint has remembered! However, I am not Meng Wuhen, I am his younger brother, Meng Yupang."

"Evil cultivator? Just because I, the Meng family, cultivates the way of death, is it an evil cultivator?"

Meng Yu shook his head, and his tone was still calm, "You know, holy lady, because you killed many masters of my Meng family, and finally led to my family being designed by the enemy, and the whole family was slaughtered?"

"What? This..."

Lin Yuan's eyes trembled, but she quickly calmed down again.

This journey of immortality is so cruel.

She killed Meng Wuhen because the latter provoked first, and it was not her fault.

As for what happened later, it was not at all what she could have expected.

"Of course, I know that this way of immortality should be like this, the strong are respected, so... I came here today to send the saint... to die."

Meng Yu sneered

, The moment he stepped out, countless figures suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a series of puppets with all kinds of strange mechanisms, there were some people and some demons, and the whole body was pitch black.

Obviously, the material of these puppets is the same as his body, extremely tough.

When the Meng clan was slaughtered, Meng Yu was forced to jump into the cliff of ten thousand demons.

In the end, although he didn't die, he broke all his bones and could only crawl to find a way out.

The strong bloody smell attracted countless creatures living in the darkness.

And the fleshy body next to Meng Yu was quickly eaten up.

only! !

Just as he was about to die, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the abyss.

Meng Yu only vaguely remembered that he saw a tall phantom standing in front of him, silent.

Use my body to serve the devil, and my heart will return to the devil. If there is cause and effect, add it to my body.

This was the oath that Meng Yupang kept chanting in his heart at that time, and perhaps this obsession was too unwilling and resentful.

Finally, he woke up from the darkness and saw a golem that was completely black.

Even now, Meng Yupang doesn't even know what kind of material this golem is made of.

However, when his blood and bones covered it, the golem became one with him.

Since ancient times, the Meng people have been famous in Kyushu for their organ skills, giving life to dead things.

The true meaning of this path lies in the transition between life and death.

For ten years, Meng Yupang never walked out of the abyss at all, but devoted himself to practice, and turned his body into the most terrifying mechanism puppet in the world.

Then, he deprived the lives of all the creatures he encountered and forged them into puppets.

"A mere demon, how dare you act presumptuously in my Qingluan Academy!!"

Palace Master Qingluan let out a cold shout, and his whole body surged with holy will.

only! !

The moment his voice fell, he saw a formation suddenly manifested on the top of Qingluan Mountain.

Thousands of ways are wiped out, and the killing momentum is shocking.

On each strand of the pattern, there seems to be a supreme killing potential ups and downs, which can kill gods! !