The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 593: The sound of footsteps in the dark

Chapter 594

Xiwuhua!

For those who come to this dry sea, who doesn’t know about Xiwu flowers, but who would deliberately look for such flowers?

Most of them just picked it off when they saw it. It was a small unexpected fortune, but it was obviously not worth the loss if you didn't go to Xiwuhua.

The huge dry sea, ancient relics can be seen everywhere, and there are countless treasures of heaven and earth. It is simply unreasonable for them to find Xiwuhua.

For a time, the dozens of people who were lured by the burial foil were furious.

They came here not for the Xiwuhua, but for the tomb of Xingjun, and for the treasures of heaven and earth in the dry sea.

Although Lin Yun was a little scary, he injured two Yang Profound Realm Dacheng people with a single sword, but he only had one pair of hands when so many people had to leave.

"Sorry, I can't wait to find you what Xiwuhua!"

"Want us to find you Xiwuhua for free, do you treat us as fools?"

"Leave your storage bag? Go dreaming!"

"Let's just do it directly, ignore him!"

The suppressed anger, after someone took the lead, immediately caused a burst of noise.

Wow!

Dozens of figures suddenly rose into the air, each spreading their body skills and rushing towards the four directions.

Lin Yun's wrist touched, the burial flower sword was tightly attached to his arm, his left hand knot printed, and he whispered: "Since it's here, don't leave."

So many people, it's not good to go away for nothing, his funeral sword is still pointing to this group of people.

It's like refining can't hold water, just like the sun and the moon can't stay in the air!

As soon as the left hand was printed, a monstrous killing intent that merged with the vast sword power shrouded in an instant.

Under this killing intent, the air is as thick as it is, making the people who rise up into the air as if they are mired in a mire.

"Damn it, what's the matter?"

"Can't move!"

"Damn it!"

A group of people who were scattered and running were panicked and struggling desperately.

Lin Yun didn't give these people much chance. When the killing intent was seven times, he punched out.

The Seven Kills of Buddhism!

The fists burst, and in the loud sound of earth-shaking, these sect disciples in mid-air suffered heavy blows on the spot and vomited blood. As for the many ancient buildings nearby, every component was crushed into powder under these fists.

Swing lightly with the wind, and the ash vanishes.

When the dust is gone, the boy in Tsing Yi standing in the wind, his clothes agitated, and he is full of domineering aura from all directions.

One punch, just one punch, caused dozens of people to be hit **** the spot.

This is the power of the Seven Killing Seals of Buddhism, which can make a person's killing intent multiply, not only from one to seven, but one to two, two to four, four to eight... and so on. At times of time, the killing intent would reach a terrifying point.

What's more, in this killing intent, Lin Yun's innate sword intent is also integrated,

Lin Yun also left his hand. If all the consummate innate sword intent at the pinnacle were to be sacrificed, there would be no one living in front of him.

"Xiwuhua, I have, I have."

The burly man half-kneeling beside Lin Yun shivered at the sight of the power of this fist, and in panic took out three Xiwu flowers from his storage bag.

Lin Yun glanced at it and said faintly: "You can go now."

Wow!

The burly man ran away in relief.

The man in the yellow shirt next to him gritted his teeth and said: "I only have one."

"Leave the storage bag, find the remaining two, I will return you."

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and unceremoniously, took out his storage bag

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