Chapter 355 Expulsion of Banki Sou!

The power of the ancient ghost flute exploded completely, and the pitch-black mouth of the flute, as if turning into a black hole, swallowed towards the blue-robed patriarch with unparalleled terrifying suction.

The blue-robed patriarch resisted with all his strength, and the phantom that was originally extremely solid was stretched like stretched noodles at this moment. Before he could resist, Lin Lang poured in his spiritual power, covering him with even greater suction force.

Almost without waiting for the blue-robed patriarch to resist, the imprint of his soul left by him was directly absorbed into the space of the ancient ghost flute without any unnecessary nonsense.

"I'll wait for you there."

Unwilling roars came from the mouth of the flute, and gradually weakened: "Lin Youye, I remember you. If you get there one day, I will send you back to the west with my own hands!"

The sound completely dissipated.

The soul mark left by a generation of ancestors has completely dissipated.

"how can that be."

Everyone was completely depressed. Even the founder of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect is no match for Lin Youye, who among them can save them?

The most desperate one was the suzerain of the Wangui sect. He deliberately delayed the time and activated the patriarch brand passed down by word of mouth from the previous suzerains. What did he bring?

The patriarch was defeated, and all fighting spirit died together.

"What the hell did I do?"

The master of Wanguizong asked himself. From the beginning to the end, he was a waste. Not to mention the loss of the ancient ghost flute, even the imprint of the spirit left by the patriarch's painstaking efforts disappeared.

How ironic is it to destroy the foundation of Wanguizong with the sacred artifact of Wanguizong? This was the trump card that could save the Zongmen from fire and water, but it was ruined because of his negligence.

"If the ancient ghost flute was not in his hands, it would be easy to kill him with the brand of the ancestor. If I found out earlier, killing him in the bud would be another result."

There is no regret medicine for everything, even if the master of Wangui Sect has endless regrets in his heart, it will not have the slightest effect. He knew that Lin Youye would not let him go, nor would he let Wan Guizong go so easily.

"It's too late for everything."

The Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect sighed.

As the setting sun slanted, Lin Lang raised his sword forward, and the sword energy slashed unscrupulously all the way. There are corpses all over the mountains and plains, there are former living people, and there are corpse puppets that have been refined.

The main peak was stained red with blood.

On the long slope, Lin Lang slashed and killed like a bloody god, and he definitely killed him. It caused everyone to be shocked and angry, but the second elder and the other elder were quite shrewd. Seeing that there was nothing they could do, they decided to run away, leaving a way out for themselves.

It's a pity they missed a little bit.

Wan Guizong's mountain protection array has been deployed to the highest level, even if they want to untie the restriction, it is not possible for the two of them to do it.

All of them were imprisoned in the prisons that they personally arranged, and they also chose the cemetery for themselves.

In desperation, they saw Lin Lang walking towards them step by step.

"Lord Lin Youye, they did it all. It has nothing to do with me. Please let me go." An elder knelt on the ground and begged without dignity.

"You bastard." The second elder snorted coldly: "Do you think you can get his sympathy by doing this? Fart, even if this old man dies, I will die with you!"

The second elder rushed up, but after a few moves, there was a cold corpse in the hall.

"He's right. There are only two results today. One is that you defeated me, and the other is that Wan Guizong is destroyed and removed from the Chinese martial arts world."

Lin Lang simply admitted directly.

In front of Youye Immortal King, there has never been any conspiracy, and he doesn't bother to do so. All things need to be resolved in a decisive manner.

Perhaps the death of the Second Elder infected others, or they themselves realized the ending, and all the disciples rushed forward without fear of death.

Lin Lang shuttled freely among the crowd, raised his hand and pointed, and the gorgeous blood flowers bloomed and ended one after another. The speed at which life disappears is like this, and it has fallen before it is too late to be amazed.

When the killing was in full swing, the lord of the Wangui Sect suddenly rushed in front of Lin Lang and roared: "Lin Youye, you didn't keep your promise, you said you would leave the Wangui Sect a way out. Now you want to kill us all!"

"I promise you it will be."

Lin Lang's face was icy cold, his hands kept moving, and fresh lives kept falling.

When the sun sets, everything ends.

The main peak of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect was split in half by a terrifying sword energy. In the center was a bottomless crack. At the bottom of the crack, densely packed corpses were piled up.

The flowers and plants on the main peak were basically destroyed, only a few tender grass remained, stained with a drop of bright red blood, telling the tragedy of the battle.

Lin Lang stood on the long slope with his hands behind his back, under his feet was the corpse of the Sect Master of the Myriad Ghosts. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure long and narrow. In the shadows, two or three figures in yellow robes stood here and there.

These are the few remaining members of the Myriad Ghost Sect.

As promised, Lin Lang did not kill them all, leaving only a few disciples. These few people have just entered the sect, and have not even learned the means of controlling corpses.

It is precisely because of this that Lin Lang did not take their lives because they had no experience of doing evil at all. Compared to those disciples of the Wan Gui Sect lying on the ground with their hands covered in blood and curses, at least a few of them were still alive, and it was kindness that saved their lives at a critical moment.

However, it is foreseeable that even if their hearts are attached to the sect, it is impossible for them to support the Wan Gui sect again. The Myriad Ghost Sect had already existed in name only, and was completely removed from several hidden sects.

"Let's go."

"Forget everything here, and be an ordinary person again." Lin Lang waved his hand, and suddenly a gap opened in the mountain guard formation of Wan Guizong, and the three of them were thrown out domineeringly.

Lin Lang didn't leave on the spot, but stayed at the ruins of Wanguizong for two or three days, and made some slight changes to the mountain protection formation. If necessary in the future, this place can be used as a pure land.

Before leaving, Lin Lang held a stone tablet in his hand, thought about it, and finally put it back. This is another treasure of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect, called the Town Stone Stele. Although it is not comparable to the ancient ghost flute, its power should not be underestimated. Previously, the lord of Wangui Sect used it to mobilize the power of the mountain protection formation, but in the end he was beheaded by Lin Lang.

Compared with the rich resources of the Yaowang Sect, the Wangui Sect is poor. Unlike the Medicine King Sect, which has a large amount of materials for refining medicine, the Wangui Sect regards the corpse puppet as a treasure, and has taken over the entire Wangui Sect without any valuable treasures.

As for those corpse puppets, he didn't bother to use them at all. Before leaving, he set a big fire and completely ignited the corpses and other annoying things in the mountain.

Lin Lang walked out of a distorted space, and Lu Beidou and the bearded man happened to be waiting outside. Seeing Lin Lang approaching, Lu Beidou immediately went up to meet him.

"How is it? The Wan Gui Sect didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" Lu Beidou opened his mouth and asked.

"Went out."

"What are you talking about, I don't seem to hear clearly." Lu Beidou said awkwardly.

"The Ten Thousand Ghost Sect is completely removed today."

Lin Lang tore apart a corner of the mountain protection formation, the flames inside were soaring into the sky, and under the billowing smoke, all the corpses in the mountains were incinerated, and those that should not exist in the world were also scattered with the wind.

Looking at the back of Lin Lang leaving, Lu Beidou only felt that the other party seemed to be ten thousand times taller.

"Unknowingly, his strength has reached this level." Lu Beidou was filled with emotion. He didn't know what happened in the mountain protection formation, but judging from the scene in that corner, Wan Guizong was definitely completely wiped out.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Lang received a call from a friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time. It was Han Zilong's international long-distance call. On the ice field in the north of country e, there was a hidden treasure news of his birth.

According to local legend, it is the burial site of a powerful man. Perhaps the opening of the ruins will be in the second half of this year.

Anyway, it is still too early for the relics of country e to be unearthed, so Lin Lang is not in a hurry. In the afternoon, I rushed back to Sichuan and Shu.

It was also today that he heard an interesting piece of news. The second strongest person in the dark list, Yin Yang Taoist, is out! He first searched for the Huaxia Martial God but failed, and then visited several other hidden sects one after another. It is said that there were huge fluctuations in some places at that time, which was suspected to be a battle between the powerful in the gods.

The Taoists of Yin and Yang are looking for strong men all over the world, just looking for a battle.

Also on the weekend of this week, Taoist Yin-Yang came to Sichuan, spent many days fishing by the shore of Guyu Lake, and sent out a message to invite Lin Youye to come and fight!

The entire circle of Huaxia warriors was boiling over.

A man who used to be the second strongest in China, who was a rare opponent decades ago, is now suspected of breaking through the shackles of the gods. The other person is the peerless powerhouse who dominates the Huaxia list and the world's dark list. He once fought against nearly ten grandmasters alone.

There are too many legends left by the two of them. Both of them are amazing talents, peerless arrogance who rose against the world. Their battle was destined to be a comet hitting the earth, an unparalleled impact.

Numerous warrior masters swarmed here, all warriors from all over the world gathered in Sichuan and Shu, and even some old monsters who were not born in the family and hid in secret cultivation came out one after another. The momentum is far greater than the influence caused by the original life essence liquid.

The strong in the divine realm have never entered the world, and the dragons see their heads but never their tails, and it is rare to see one on weekdays. Not to mention such a battle of gods.

For those masters who are struggling and stop at the threshold of the divine realm. This is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you can get some secrets about the divine realm from the two, you will definitely benefit for a lifetime, and this trip is worthwhile.

Countless people are looking forward to this battle.

This is the glory that belongs only to the strong in the divine realm.

On this day, the bank of Guyu Lake was misty and rainy. On a small boat in the middle of the lake, an old man with white hair and eagle eyebrows was quietly holding a fishing rod, recharging his energy, and fishing in the middle of the lake.

Some insiders know that the white-haired old man has been sitting in the middle of the lake for seven days. No fish was hooked, nor did he move at all.

Because there is never a bait hanging from the fishing rod.

A handsome young man mixed in the crowd, unable to hide his air of dust. Beside him, there was an old man with a shriveled body closely following him, like a mummy, quietly accompanied by a servant.

The battle of gods is about to kick off!