Two days passed.

Lin Yun, who had made adequate preparations, left the Floating Cloud Sword Sect with Xiao Bingfeng and Thief Cat.

The Kunlun Realm Dragon Calendar is 3301 years old. On this day, Lin Yuncai officially set foot in Kunlun and began his experience.

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In the sea of ??floating clouds, on a barren and seemingly barren island, a figure quietly fell.

The person who came was Lin Yun. He had been away from the Floating Cloud Sword Sect for more than a month. Almost all the names that were easy to gnaw on the scroll had been removed, and the rest were considered hard bones.

Under the deserted island, there is a hidden underground palace.

In the palace, a middle-aged man in black robe was sitting on a very ornate throne, and a woman in scantily clad clothes, with most of her breasts exposed, was carefully waiting on a chair.

On both sides of his throne, stood ten imposing masters, men and women, all enjoying delicious food and wine.

The ten people, without exception, are all at the peak of the Seventh Heavenly Soul Realm.

In the world of Kunlun, mortals are born with a congenital realm. As long as they have a little talent, it is not difficult to become a celestial soul at the age of fifteen.

But Xingjun is a hurdle, and almost 90% of people can't pass this hurdle.

The area under the jurisdiction of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect has a population of more than 100 million, but the number of direct disciples is only 500. It can be known that for ordinary people, even Xingjun is not so easy to achieve.

The man on the throne was in his fifties, with a ruthless face and a sullen look between his brows. His cultivation base has reached the peak of the Xingyuan Realm, which is much stronger than that of many direct disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect.

The breath is very thick, and the most important thing is that the body is very terrifying, and the blood is faintly visible in the eyes.

He is Huang Yong!

In the Cangxuan Mansion, the star-monarch realm, a loose cultivator with a rather fierce reputation, the direct disciples of the four major sects shot him several times, and he successfully escaped.

At this moment, there are musicians playing in the palace, and charming women dancing gracefully.

He drinks and chats with the masters under his command, and enjoys dancing.

"Brother, when will we have to hide... Isn't it just a funeral dude? What's there to be afraid of!" One of the ten masters of Banbu Xingjun, a big man drinking wine, said very dissatisfied.

Huang Yong's face was stern, he took a sip of wine, but did not answer.

In January, a man suddenly appeared in Cangxuan Mansion, claiming to be a funeral playboy. Many evil cultivators died in the hands of this person, and Huang Yong vaguely sensed that something was wrong. These dead evil cultivators had grudges against the Floating Cloud Sword Sect.

He was cautious by nature, so he hid, intending to wait until the limelight had passed before going out.

People from the Floating Cloud Sword Sect couldn't spend all their time chasing and killing evil cultivators. They also had to practice. Huang Yong knew this very well.

"Hehe, Seventh. Boss here, some eat, drink, and play, and there is a spiritual spring hidden in it, so you can retreat and practice at any time. The Burial Playboy recently is in full swing, so it's not a bad thing to avoid it. "

A wicked cultivator stared at the dancing maid, with a wretched light in his eyes.

"I'm afraid that this burial playboy will kill him here." Some people said more cautiously.

snort!

Huang Yong threw the wine glass and said coldly: "If he dares to come, I will let him die. I am here to avoid the limelight for a while, but I am not really afraid of him, I just don't want to cause trouble."

His underground palace was built with a lot of effort. In addition to being secretive, there are also several layers of spiritual formations.

As long as it is not a master of the star realm breaking in, other people will break in, and they will not even know how to die.

After being fierce in Cangxuan Mansion for so many years, how could Huang Yong have no means, this old nest is not so easy to be destroyed.

"Big brother, the purple flame golden lotus in Lingquan has matured!"

At this moment, at the side entrance of the underground palace, a man in yellow robe came over excitedly, holding a brocade box in his arms.

Purple flame golden lotus!

Those half-step Xingjun warriors in the hall suddenly lit up, and they were willing to follow Huang Yong. It is because he holds a secret spiritual spring in which there is a golden lotus with purple flames, a treasure of heaven and earth.

Now that the purple flame golden lotus has matured again, as long as you give them a lotus leaf, they can attack the realm of the star king.

"Get out!"

Huang Yong's eyelids twitched, he chased away the woman beside him, and waved to step back.

Swish!

Then in a flash, he came to the front of the yellow-robed warrior.

The yellow-clothed warrior was shocked. It was too fast. Ordinary Xingjun was afraid that he would be defeated in front of his big brother in a single encounter. The so-called direct disciples of those sects have always regarded themselves very highly, but many direct descendants have died in the hands of Huang Yong over the years.

Especially two years ago, four direct disciples of Floating Cloud Sword Sect were tortured to death by their elder brother.

It can be said that the Cangxuan Palace was a sensation, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect was furious, and even many elders were dispatched, but the elder brother is still at ease until now.

Huang Yong grabbed the brocade box, flashed again, and sat on the treasure hall again.

He quickly opened the box and saw the purple flame golden lotus inside at a glance, his eyes lit up, and he smiled strangely: "I have been waiting for this golden lotus to mature for several years, as long as I refine the lotus heart, I will You can hit the Star River Realm!"

"Congratulations bro!"

"With this treasure, within three years, Big Brother, it is possible to hit the astrological realm."

"Hey, big brother, this purple flame golden lotus is a different species, and the lotus heart is stained with a trace of demon blood. Not to mention the astrology, it is not impossible to hit the gods in three years!"

The masters under his command immediately got up and flattered.

Huang Yong is usually unsmiling and sullen, but at this moment, it is rare to show an excited look of joy.

This thing is indeed a different species, but his talent is not high, and the impact of the star camera will be very big in three years, but it is quite reluctant to become a sage of the gods.

However, he was very satisfied to be able to hit the stars, and the star realm in the Cangxuan Palace was already very terrifying.

Except for the elders of the sect, not many people can hold back.

Huang Yong smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will not treat you badly. There are thirteen lotus leaves in total, and you are indispensable."

"Thank you bro!"

"Big brother only needs a word, and I will go through fire and water, and I will do whatever it takes."

A group of people immediately lit up their eyes and went crazy with excitement.

Huang Yong sneered in his heart, he knew how loyal these people were. But as long as they can keep pressing them, they are not afraid of what tricks this group of people will play.

"The purple flame golden lotus stained with demon blood is really rare, and I want it too."

At this moment, a cold voice came over.

"Um?"

Immediately, the palace became quiet, and each one's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes wandered.

"Since Your Excellency is here, why don't you show up and see it, there is no point in hiding." The smile on Huang Yong's face subsided instantly, and the whole face became extremely cold, and at the same time he quietly put away the purple flame golden lotus.

As long as the other party dares to appear in this palace, no matter what the background is, they will surely die.

The formation in this temple was made by him at a great cost to a Saint Profound Master, and it took him several months to arrange it.

The Star God Pill alone had exhausted thousands of them.

click! click! click! click!

No one responded, there was only a rapid sound of the flute, like a thousand troops roaring past. Immediately after that, there were continuous explosions, the pattern hidden in the wall shattered one after another, and the Star God Pill at the node exploded into pieces.

The so-called spirit formation immediately fell apart.

boom!

The brightly lit, golden palace immediately became extremely dim.

Only a few candles flickered in the air, flickering faintly, and the hall became flickering.

It's him!

When that person came, Huang Yong's masters became extremely pale.

Burial Playboy, he really came!

He was in the territory of Cangxuan Mansion, and he appeared out of nowhere recently, and his killing was extremely decisive. In just one month, more than ten evil cultivators in the Star Sovereign Realm were killed, and it was rumored that they were amazing.

He has silver hair, a mask covering half of his face, and a silver robe. A flute, a sword, and those killed by a flute and a sword are terrified.

In order to hunt down an evil cultivator, he killed hundreds of people overnight and uprooted the villa that the other party had been running for a long time.

Huang Yong's complexion changed, this man actually dared to kill his lair.

Whoa!

Light suddenly reappeared in the hall, silver brilliance like snow, scattered around every corner.

Everyone looked back quickly, and saw a figure at the entrance. Light bloomed from him, as in the legend, with a silver mask, long silver hair, and a silver robe.

With a silver sword box on his back, no one has seen that sword so far.

He was holding a long flute in his hand, he didn't move, but just standing, there was a terrifying edge that rushed toward the face, and those who forced him couldn't take his breath away.

Funeral playboy!

Everyone was shocked, their backs were cold, and their lips trembled uncontrollably.

"kill him!"

On the gorgeous throne, Huang Yong said expressionlessly.

But these people who were still shouting just now didn't move, and Huang Yong's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Bunch of bastards!

"If you don't want to die, just get out."

Lin Yun's mouth curled into a smile, and said lightly.

"Thank you for the funeral dude, and raise your hand!"

Several people were relieved and fled from the side door, not daring to stay for a moment. In the empty hall, only Lin Yun and Huang Yong sitting on the throne were left in the blink of an eye.

"I don't have any grudges with you, right? If you are willing to let me go, I am willing to return this purple flame golden lotus with both hands!" Huang Yong said with a bit of luck in his heart.

"Whether there is any grudge, you know in your heart."

Lin Yun said softly, staring coldly at the other party. Two years ago, the other party brutally killed the four direct disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect.

Shaking Cangxuan, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect was discredited.

Zongmen retaliated several times, but no one was found. This time, he finally found out his old nest. He didn't dare to send elders from the Shendan realm to fight the grass and startle the snake, and he was afraid that his own disciple would come and die.

Headmaster Fuyun wrote the person's name on the scroll and handed it to Lin Yun.

"It's really from the Floating Cloud Sword Sect."

A smile appeared on Huang Yong's face, and suddenly he became much more relaxed. He sneered: "You sound very young, you should not be an elder of the sect. Since you are here, don't leave!"

If it is not an elder, it is not a strong person in the Divine Core Realm.

In Xingjun, if the opponent is astrology, he can't beat him, but there are still many ways to go. But it's just Xinghejing, hehe, the direct disciple of Xinghejing who died in his hands should not be too many.

Whoosh!

As soon as the voice fell, the power of the star king exploded on his body, turning into an afterimage and killing Lin Yun.

Lin Yun didn't move, he only put the purple jade bamboo flute to his lips. As soon as the flute started, there was a gust of wind, and the wind roared like thunder!

hum!

Huang Yong's speed immediately slowed down a lot, he felt the invisible sword intent, accompanied by Xiaoyin to stop him from advancing.

Play a ghost!

With star energy surging all over his body, Huang Yong snorted coldly and continued to rush forward.

The sound of the flute changes, and the artistic conception of Fenghuaxueyue in the thunder-yin swordsmanship is perfectly played. For a while the wind roared like thunder, for a while the flowers danced, and for a while the clouds rose and the snow flew.

Inside the palace, the sound of the flute was faint, and the chill dropped sharply.

Lin Yun's whole body's sword intent spread out along with the sound of Xiao, and his long hair was flying, silver light sprinkled, like a surging white cloud, changing constantly. The vertical and horizontal sword light in the hall is like a sword energy flying like snowflakes.

Huang Yong held his breath, and in the process of constantly approaching Lin Yun, his body was covered in scars and blood was flowing.

"die!"

Just one step away, the anger accumulated in Huang Yong's heart broke out completely, and he rose into the air with a violent roar.

God Xiao!

Lin Yun raised his eyes, his eyebrows surging, Xiao Yin shot straight into the sky.

The sound of the gods is like thunder, shaking the sky!

Before Huang Yong could fall, he was engulfed by a silver light, and his entire body was broken into two pieces.

The song is over, but the lingering sound remains.

The splashed blood and the sound waves were fixed in mid-air, as if time had been imprisoned.

Lin Yun put down the purple jade bamboo flute, stretched out his hand, and pulled the brocade box on the throne.

He turned to leave, the silver light flickered, and the splashing blood fell like a torrential rain.