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The ultimate is regarded as the strongest way!

When Lin Xun first encountered the ultimate path, this path was given many unreachable and long-lasting descriptions.

It is rare in ancient times and present. In ancient times, this Tao was as ethereal as a legend, and I don’t know how many geniuses sighed.

Some people even doubt whether this path really exists.

But as Lin Xun practiced profoundly and experienced many things, he gradually realized that with the changes of the vast years, the definition of the ultimate path of Taoists in the world has long changed.

In his understanding, the ultimate path is the strongest path from ancient times to this point. When you reach this point, you are like a king of a realm, and you can push all your opponents.

But in the eyes of other cultivators, the core successors of ancient Taoist traditions such as Kong Ling, Su Xingfeng and Xue Qianhen are already top figures.

There is a destined misunderstanding among them!

In the previous battle, there were more than a dozen so-called top figures killed by Lin Xun. According to Lin Xun, the power of these top figures can only be considered as touching the threshold of the top road, and have never entered it!

Even some people even claim to be the genius of the highest genius without even touching the threshold, which makes Lin Xun feel ridiculous and ridiculous.

Is it because my own cognition is too harsh, or is it that the world has become extremely tolerant of the definition of the ultimate?

Lin Xun didn't know.

But he knew that compared to these top figures, people like the sword demon Ye Chen and the sword laughed at Cangtian would undoubtedly be more in line with the definition of top figures.

"Even if you take a step back, you will divide the Jue Dian Dao into three levels. The guys who were killed by him just now are at best, at the bottom, just a first look at the path."

"As for Ye Chen and Xiao Cangtian, it is hard to estimate how strong they are when they first look at the door."

"And like Yun Qingbai, Yan Zhanqiu, Wang Xuanyu, Ni Hengzhen, and Ye Maha, the previous generation of top giants should have had extremely amazing achievements on the way to top. Even if they can't be called the strongest, they should not be much different..."

Lin Xun pondered.

The great world is coming, which means that countless peerless monsters will emerge in this world, rising like stars and contending in the great world.

Before this, it would be beneficial or harmless to have a profound and accurate understanding of the top figures among the peers.

"No matter what, I will follow my path, and the path of my path will be my path!"

After a long time, Lin Xun's doubts faded, and his heart was clear and he became more and more determined.

He sat cross-legged on the Taoist altar, thinking about the secrets of the top of the mountain, and the battle was still taking place on the top of other mountain peaks.

Similarly, the spectators from different Taoist traditions at the foot of the mountain are also paying close attention to the situation.

Lin Xun's general situation has been decided and he is destined to win one of the thirty-six places on the small giant list. At present, it depends on who can win the quota on the top of other mountain peaks.

The battle on every mountain is tragic. The competition between peers and the showdown of the strong. Any battle outside is enough to cause a big sensation.

But it is not uncommon on this Immortal Mountain.

The strong men of the Fengyu clan are almost too busy to get busy. There are too many remarkable battles, and there are countless top figures in the field, and each has its own distinctive characteristics. It is really dazzling and difficult to choose.

Similarly, Lin Xun also looked at the top of other peaks, and a huge spiritual power spread out and was watching the battle.

The crazy sword laughed at the sky, and the sword was like lightning, with a shocking power and a powerful force, and it was destroyed by the dead. Since he reached the Taoist altar, almost no one could survive ten moves under his hands.

The sword demon Ye Chen is also outstanding. A Ziwei ancient sword exudes a vast sword intent, with a dignified and upright atmosphere, and a magical power of destruction. It is invincible and has no one who can defeat his sharpness.

On the contrary, Jin Muyun is also a top sword cultivator, but his sword intent is as violent as thunder, covering the sky, the strongest, and the killing aura soars into the sky.

Li Qingping's combat methods seemed bizarre and ruthless, and unpredictable. He used a jade flute to face the enemy, and the sound of the sound of ghosts and gods was sobbing, and the power of capturing the soul and snatching the soul.

Yu Lingkong, Ji Xingyao, Gou Yanzhen...

These peerless figures who have long been famous in the world are destined to be among the small giants.

What Lin Xun noticed was Gou Yanzhen, and his battle could be described as cruel and perverted.

Any opponent who challenges him will be torn apart by his hands, causing his broken limbs to pieces and blood rain to sprinkle like a waterfall.

It makes the opponent suffer unimaginable torture and destruction before being eliminated.

Such cruel methods also caused anger and roar from many ancient Taoist older people, and they wanted to go up and kill this black dog with their own hands.

But Gou Yanzhen's method is cruel and cruel, but it is extremely shocking. Most of the strong men who witnessed such a bloody scene are so shocked that they dare not come forward to challenge, for fear that they will be torn to pieces by Gou Yanzhen.

When Lin Xun looked at him, he happened to see Gou Yanzhen holding a pretty woman in his hand, and with a squeak, the woman's arms and body were torn apart like cloth, and the bright red blood rain fell on the Taoist altar like a waterfall.

Gou Yanzhen showed an excited and bloodthirsty smile, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood that was drifting in the void, then took a deep breath, let out a comfortable moan, and his expression became extremely intoxicated.

Swish!

Almost at the same time, he also noticed Lin Xun's gaze projected. He grinned, his snow-white teeth were sharp and he said silently from his lips:

"Demon Lin, I will tear your hands like this and taste whether your blood has the wonderful aura of the Demon God."

His throat rolled like a staring at the seductive prey, smiling unscrupulously.

Lin Xun glanced at the other party quietly, his expression remained motionless, and he withdrew his gaze.

If he meets Gou Yanzhen in the "Fight for Luck" duel, he doesn't mind to torture this black dog to death little by little!

Then, Lin Xun saw Xiao Qinghe.

Lin Xun was also surprised that Xiao Qinghe was able to continue fighting on the Taoist altar until now.

In his perception, although Xiao Qinghe is strong, he is still far from being the strongest person in the real world.

But Xiao Qinghe was able to "guard the mountain" until now, which can only prove that this guy has extremely deep potential, far exceeding his true strength.

But immediately, Lin Xun frowned.

Xiao Qinghe is in a bad situation!

His opponent is a young man in feathered clothes with a feathered aura. He has fair skin and a handsome face like a woman, with a unique charm of strangeness.

Ruolin Xun remembers correctly that the young man in feathers is named Qing Wenjun, who comes from the Qingluan lineage and is regarded as the sage son of this clan.

Qing Lian'er, who died at her hands, was Qing Wenjun's cousin.

At this time, Qing Wenjun's figure was as illusory as it was, which was unpredictable. It was not only fast, but also extremely magical.

No matter how Xiao Qinghe attacked, he couldn't even touch his clothes!

Undoubtedly, Qing Wenjun has an absolute advantage in body skills.

Originally, under normal circumstances, Xiao Qinghe had no hope of winning, but Qing Wenjun was not in a hurry to defeat the other party. Instead, he played with Xiao Qinghe in his palms like a cat-showing mouse.

Qing Wenjun has a feminine temperament as a woman, extremely charming, and is holding a thin and sharp golden needle in her slender and fair hand.

He was like embroidering flowers, treating Xiao Qinghe as cloth, and every time he made a move, he would pierce fine needle holes into Xiao Qinghe's body.

Xiao Qinghe obviously suffered great pain, his face turned pale and extremely angry, but he could not catch Qing Wenjun's pace at all, so he suffered more and more injuries.

It can be clearly seen that the skin all over his body was pierced into fine blood holes, and strands of blood were soaked out, outlining the prototype of a "rose".

Qing Wenjun is indeed embroidering!

His movements even had a kind of imaginative and easy-to-use beauty, like a great painter who was splattering ink.

However, this approach of treating opponents as canvas, blood as ink, and golden needles as the tip of the pen makes people unable to feel a trace of beauty, but instead seems extremely cunning!

Anyone who sees this scene will be numb and frightened.

Xiao Qinghe was in pain, his skin was trembling all over his body, his eyes were bloodshot. He seemed to have tried his best to kill Qing Wenjun.

But everything seems futile.

Qing Wenjun's expression was leisurely and calm, and the golden needles were flying in his hand, turning a blind eye to Xiao Qinghe's anger.

This is humiliation!

After all, Xiao Qinghe is also one of the sixteen prides of the Sun and Moon Temple. His identity, status and combat power are all top-notch among the younger generation of geniuses in the world.

But at this time, he was regarded as a canvas at the mercy of his dignity and Taoist heart, which was undoubtedly a serious trampling and insult to his dignity and heart!

Even Lin Xun could not help but feel a chill in his dark eyes, and he had an irresistible murderous intent in his heart.

Although Qing Wenjun's methods are not as cruel as Gou Yan, they are even more than anything else when it comes to perverts!

Um?

At this moment, Lin Xun's face changed, his fists were clenched quietly, and the murderous intent in his eyes burst out with a terrifying divine light as if it were the substance.

At the top of the mountain in the distance, Xiao Qinghe's figure suddenly stumbled and stopped in the air, as if he had been imposed on a detent technique.

At this moment, Qing Wenjun walked forward, twisted the slender golden needle and stabbed into Xiao Qinghe's heart.

Then, his figure flashed and retreated back to his original place.

But Xiao Qinghe's body seemed to be cut by countless sharp silk threads, suddenly exploded.

The blood mist evaporated, reflected in the void, turning into a rich and charming blood-colored rose flower pattern, bright red and dazzling.

All the strong men who noticed this scene were chilling all over and feared. Such methods were simply to the extreme!

Qing Wenjun seemed to be unaware of it, touching her chin, staring at the blooming blood-colored rose in the void, and her feminine and fair face was full of appreciation.

Even though he knew that Xiao Qinghe could not die on this Immortal Mountain, Lin Xun was still full of anger and his black eyes were terrifyingly cold.

Killing people is just a lie, but Qing Wenjun uses such perverted and bloody means to humiliate and torture Xiao Qinghe, and he will never be forgiven!

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