The master goes down the mountain, I have nine invincible masters!

Chapter 3739 Whoever I encounter will die!

"Follow me, and kill the enemy!"

hum!

As the four simple words fell, the Burial Sky Sword immediately emitted a crisp sword sound, bursting forth with intense killing intent.

Ye Junlin's consciousness gradually dissipated within the domain.

The next moment, they were back in their places, back in reality.

Buried in the sea abyss, inside a mountain cave.

Swish!

Ye Junlin, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of pure sword light passed through them.

In his hand, he held the crimson-gold Burial Sky Sword.

I stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the cave, looking out at the calm sea.

Three days have passed since we entered the domain.

Here, everything is quiet, and there is no ripple left, so it is clear that no one has been here.

"Shadow Demons, Holy Demon Realm, and Holy Realm!"

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes, his killing intent chilling: "One by one, whoever I encounter, dies!"

"Oh right, there's one more..."

"The deer cry!"

If it weren't for Lu Ming's shout, Ye Junlin, Hongluan, and Cui'e would have all entered the Heavenly Soul Land unharmed.

Now, Ye Junlin has recovered from his serious injuries.

Hongluan and Cuie, I'm afraid things will be difficult for them!

This guy must die!

And there are the other two powerful figures from the Demon Saint Palace—the Black and White Saint Gods!

When Lu Ming left, they immediately followed him without fighting alongside Ye Junlin and the others.

In other words, while this isn't betrayal, it's still considered desertion in the face of battle!

"Leave the Burial Abyss first!"

Ye Junlin took a deep breath, clearing his mind, and then moved, raising his hand and waving.

Swish!

The Burial Sky Sword flew out immediately, and Ye Junlin stood steadily on it.

Flying with a sword!

This method is not difficult for any cultivator.

But the key is that to wield a sword, one must not only control the sword but also circulate one's own energy.

To put it bluntly, it means working two jobs for one penny.

Besides looking cool, flying on a sword has no other use.

But Ye Junlin is different.

His Burial Sky Sword already possessed its own will, and its combat power was comparable to that of a fifth-tier Divine Being.

Its flight speed is naturally comparable to that of a fifth-tier Divine Being.

Furthermore, Ye Junlin doesn't need to inject any energy into it; the Burial Sky Sword can fly automatically without any energy depletion.

Naturally, this became the best walking distance for Ye Junlin.

Go all the way.

Ye Junlin's consciousness rapidly expanded, covering an area of ​​a thousand miles in radius, constantly exploring.

They flew while searching.

This continued for a while, and then Ye Junlin's expression suddenly shifted slightly.

"There's movement!"

He sensed intense battle fluctuations about eight hundred miles directly ahead.

"Go and see!"

As soon as Ye Junlin had a thought, the Burial Sky Sword immediately knew what to do and flew straight towards the battle site.

Like a streak of light across the sky.

Eight hundred li was a distance Ye Junlin would reach very quickly.

He stood atop the Burial Sky Sword, surrounded by pure white clouds, gazing downwards.

Through layers of clouds and mist, two groups of people could be seen fighting fiercely.

Yes, two groups of people, not two people!

"It seems that during the three days I was promoted, people have gradually gathered together."

Ye Junlin seemed to be deep in thought.

Actually, it makes sense when you think about it. This Heavenly Soul Land is only 100,000 kilometers in circumference. It may seem big, but for a powerful expert at the Domain Saint Realm, it doesn't take long to cross the Heavenly Soul Land.

In addition, many factions have jade slips that are interconnected and can sense each other.

Naturally, they will soon find their own people.

Ye Junlin stood in the air with great interest, watching the battle below.

The more I look, the more detailed it becomes.

His gaze grew increasingly somber, and the murderous intent on his face intensified.

Below, there is a group of people from the Holy Demon Realm!

And another wave...

It belongs to the Demon Saint's Palace.

The Deer's Cry, and the Black and White Holy Gods!

"This is truly a dog-eat-dog fight, leaving a mess of fur."

Ye Junlin watched this scene, a cold smile curving his lips.

The strongest fighter in the battle below is a sixth-tier Saint, and there is only one of them, who is from the Holy Demon Realm.

There are four of the five Holy Tiers.

There are two in the Holy Demon Realm, and the Black and White Holy Gods of the Demon Saint Palace can also be considered as two.

Although the Black and White Saints are said to be able to fight against a sixth-tier opponent by joining forces, their actual combat strength is naturally inferior to that of a sixth-tier opponent.

Moreover, the opponent also has two fifth-tier opponents.

In the fierce battle, the Black and White Holy Gods had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

In addition, Lu Ming is also fighting against the people of the Holy Demon Realm.

The people from the Holy Demon Realm were at a similar level to Lu Ming, neither of them having entered the Divine Realm, and they were engaged in a fierce battle.

"Holy Demon Realm, you've gone too far!"

Lu Ming struggled to hold on, but was forced to retreat repeatedly. He roared at the experts of the Holy Demon Domain, "I called out Ye Junlin's name to make you attack. I did you a favor, but you still want to kill us. You are simply ungrateful!"

"ungrateful?"

The sixth-rank Saint of the Holy Demon Realm sneered, "Our Holy Demon Realm and your Demon Saint Palace are mortal enemies. You fight amongst yourselves, and we benefit from it. How can you say we are ungrateful?"

Lu Ming gritted his teeth, but he couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal to these words!

boom!

He clashed with the disciple from the Holy Demon Realm again, and was instantly sent flying backward.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was deathly pale, his breathing was disordered, and he was panting heavily.

After a prolonged battle, he was no longer fit to fight.

"puff!"

"puff!"

At the same time, the black and white holy gods were also accidentally hit in the battle with their opponents, and both spat out a mouthful of blood.

Their figures were simultaneously sent flying backward!

dong dong!

The next moment, the black and white holy gods crashed heavily to the ground, right at Lu Ming's feet.

"Black and White Holy God!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Ming was immediately shocked and rushed forward to help the two of them up.

"Leave us alone!"

The Black Saint God, his face pale and filled with anguish, said, "This time we're surrounded and we're no match for the Holy Demon Realm. You must run!"

Bai Shengshen said with a dark face, "You are the hope of our Demon Saint Palace. The two of us can barely hold on for a while if we join forces, but you must leave!"

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming nodded quickly without any hesitation.

With a swift movement, it was about to leap away.

"Want to run?"

The sixth-rank Saint of the Holy Demon Realm revealed a cold smile, raised his hand, and grabbed at Lu Ming's location.

Boom!

A gigantic hand, shrouded in black demonic energy and carrying terrifying power, instantly rushed towards Lu Ming.

"No!"

Lu Ming's pupils contracted, and he let out a roar, his face turning deathly pale.

He felt the breath of death on that palm!

Swish!

But at that moment, a crimson-gold sword light appeared without warning.

In an instant, it struck that palm!