At this moment, Lin Fan's heart was sweet, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the cub who was just born and couldn't open his eyes.
With snow-white hair and no horns growing on its head, it really looks exactly like a lion cub.
Lin Fan quietly pulled the cub's hind legs away, and took a look to see if it was a male or a female.
In Lin Fan's opinion, it would be great if it was a male cub. After all, the fighting power of a male is generally much stronger than that of a female, but unfortunately, this cub is a female.
Lin Fan didn't know how long he had been here, and whether the sect's disciples had left. Then he put the cub in his backpack and left the cave without hesitation.
In front of Lin Fan's tombstone, a disciple was crying, like a cuckoo crying blood, heartbroken.
"Uncle, I'm really sorry, it's all my nephew's fault, I hope you can forgive me." The person crying in front of Lin Fan's grave is the disciple who farted that day.
That fart almost wiped out the entire army.
"Uncle, you will definitely not be able to hear my words now, but I hope my voice can reach you..."
"Well, I've heard it." At this moment, a deep voice pierced the night.
"Who?" The disciple was startled, and immediately stood up, vigilant about his surroundings. Suddenly, a gust of dark wind blew, causing the disciple's heart to shrink suddenly.
A trace of sweat gradually oozed from his forehead.
"Could it be that my uncle, you don't know him?" Lin Fan was standing behind the tombstone, using invisibility from time to time, appearing and disappearing at other times, like a ghost.
"Master... Master Uncle..." At this moment, the disciple's tone began to tremble, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Do you know it's wrong? Your fart killed my uncle." Lin Fan said darkly, suppressing his voice.
The disciple's eyes widened at this moment, looking at the looming figure, a sound of panic burst out suddenly.
"Ghost..."
"Hello." When Lin Fan was about to call out to stop the other party, the other party had already crawled and rolled away without a trace.
"Hey, what a fucking coward, what a fucking inner disciple of the Holy Sect." Lin Fan sighed helplessly, then looked at the tombstone, but smiled. This life has not yet come to an end, but someone set it up. Two tombstones, hey...
During this trip, the hearts of the disciples of the Holy Sect were very low, they got nothing, and even caused Master Lin to die tragically. Could it be that God really will never bless the Sacred Sect again
Think about it since Shengzong, going out will be a disaster, where is the momentum of the past.
"Elder, brother, there is a ghost..." The disciple ran back with a face full of horror, and now thinking about it, he felt a little scary.
"Hmph, what nonsense are you talking about?" The prison elder was in a bad mood, and angrily reprimanded in a stern tone.
"Yeah, it's really a ghost. Uncle Lin has turned into a ghost and returned... He just appeared in front of me."
…
"Little Martial Nephew, why did Martial Uncle come back and become a ghost?" At this moment, a voice came from the darkness.
When everyone heard this, their faces froze, but the disciple hid behind the prison elder in fright. He was not afraid of anything but ghosts.
When the figure gradually approached and saw the figure with the help of the moonlight, the elder prison elder suddenly became extremely excited. And the other disciples shouted out excitedly.
"Uncle Lin, you are not dead..."
Lin Fan smiled, "It's not dead, my uncle is as powerful as the sky, so that's nothing."
"We saw with our own eyes that you were swallowed by that snow king lion. How could this happen?" The elder prison elder stepped forward with a look of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe Lin Fan appeared in front of him.
At this moment, Lin Fan flicked his sleeves, turned his back, put his hands behind his back, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky with sharp eyes, and said calmly.
"Who is this uncle? This uncle is the sixth suzerain of the Holy Demon Sect of the Wuming Peak of the Holy Sect. How can the snow king lion in this area be my opponent? Now my uncle has killed the snow king lion. If you kill it, the cub will also be obtained by my uncle."
At this moment, Lin Fan's pressure was like a gust of wind, enveloping everyone.
People couldn't believe it when they heard it.
Snow King Lion was killed
"this… "
Lin Fan snorted softly, as if he was very displeased that everyone didn't believe him, "Look, what is this?"
At this moment, when everyone saw the snow-white lion cub, they all gasped.
"Uncle, is this true?" Zong Hentian asked in disbelief.
The strength of the snow king lion is obvious to all of them. It is really extremely powerful, especially the last red snow king lion, which is even more brutal to the limit.
"Of course it's true, it can be false."
…
In the end, everyone believed all of this. As for what method Master Lin used to kill the Snow King Lion, it is unknown, but the eyes of everyone looking at Master Lin were full of admiration.
A dark and stormy night.
The bright moon tonight is very round and bright, even if there are no lights, the earth is still illuminated very brightly.
At this moment, Yong Tiancheng was a little quiet, a little stern.
"kill… "
The killing intent was monstrous and bloody.
In this harmonious city, a tragic event happened.
"As masters of the sect, you have no shame in attacking us." A middle-aged man in a green robe said miserably, drenched in blood.
"Irritable."
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword suddenly appeared.
A head was thrown high, drawing a line of light and shadow in the awe-inspiring night.
"Butler..."
The Patriarch of the Cai family screamed sternly, looking at the god-like, irresistible person in front of him, his body and mind were instantly exhausted, and he had no strength to resist.
"Hmph, a group of ants. They have given you opportunities, but they don't know how to cherish them. If you die, you can't blame others." Ling Ao looked down at the group of ants in front of him like a god.
"Cai Zhi, my lord has given you a chance. You don't cherish it yourself, but you can't blame others. Yongtian City can only have one master, and this master is my Chu family." Chu Mulin sneered.
Cai Heng held the long sword and looked at the corpses. These are the children of the Cai family, but now they have turned into cold corpses.
There was only one person, but the Cai family had no power to fight back. The huge difference made it impossible for people to raise a little bit of resistance.
"Daddy..." Cai Zhiqiao's little loli, whose rosy face had turned pale now, cowered tightly behind Cai Zhi.
Cai Zhi looked at the people around him, and finally lowered his head slowly, "My lord, the Cai family is willing to leave, please let us live."
It is common sense for aristocratic families to win and lose. Now in order to preserve their blood, they can only bow their heads and admit defeat.
Chu Mulin looked at everything in front of him, and he was already overjoyed, "Okay, I, Chu, am not the one to kill everything, you..."
Chu Mulin wasn't going to kill them all, he just wanted to get out, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold voice.
"Did I say that you can leave alive?" Ling Ao's icy aura enveloped the audience, and that wave-like aura suppressed everyone present, feeling powerless from the bottom of his heart.
"Yesterday I gave you a chance, but today if you say that you don't want to be left behind, then you won't let you go." Ling Ao's eyes were full of killing intent, and he slaughtered these ordinary people like he was killing ants.
The elder Feng Tianzong on the battle boat looked at everything below with cold eyes, but nodded in satisfaction with Ling Ao's decision.
Feng Tianzong doesn't need people with good intentions, since he gave the opportunity and didn't know how to cherish it, he can only bear the consequences himself.
"Tonight, your Cai family will not leave chickens or dogs behind." At this moment Ling Ao's murderous intent was overwhelming, and with a wave of his hand, ashes were wiped out.
Everyone in the Cai family looked at the invincible killing god in horror, and deep despair was ignited in their hearts.
Cai Zhi gently wiped his daughter's head, and tears of regret fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Junior, you are a little presumptuous."
At this moment, a leisurely voice came from the void.
Everyone looked up.
Under the bright moon, a giant warship floated there quietly.
Like a god, a human figure loomed down from the sky.
Lin Fan's figure appeared for a while and disappeared for a while.
"Invisibility" works to the extreme, changing reality and reality.
The gods are gods, and the mysterious are mysterious.
That calm aura infected everyone and dispelled the killing intent that shrouded here.
Landing silently, with long flowing hair, under the moonlight, radiating bursts of brilliance, Lin Fan held his hands behind his back, and looked at Ling Ao coldly with those piercing eyes, his tone was low and unquestionable.
"The Cai family has a destiny with this seat."