Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Chapter 30: Who is the Devil?

"You are that gentleman?" The young man showed a charming smile again and said, "Although you seem to have some ability, do you think you can kill me?"

Lin Mubai stepped forward and said as he walked, "Xiao Luo has a total of 137 wounds, so I won't punch you to death, don't worry."

"Cut, it's boring." The young man made a slight movement and appeared in front of Lin Mubai. He raised his hand and punched out. There were endless ghosts behind him, and the countless ghosts finally condensed into this punch.

"The first punch. The Great Demon Fighting Fist." Lin Mubai raised his hand and punched out. The endless Buddha light appeared behind him, and the Daowei between heaven and earth struck out with this punch with a vibrato.

The two fists collided, the young man's arm was broken by an inch, and the endless Buddha light rushed into his body, instantly destroying all the devilish energy in his body.

The young man had an unbelievable look on his face, and with just one punch, he was beaten to a half.

How could this be possible? He was a Demon Emperor-level existence. How could he be beaten half-crippled by someone in this fairy and demon battlefield that had been abandoned for an unknown period of time, or was it because the other party didn't want to punch him to death?

The young man's fears were all written on his face, and without the lightheartedness at the beginning, he now has no doubt that if Lin Mubai wanted to, he could completely smash him into ashes with one punch.

"No, I can't die. I didn't die in the Immortal Demon War, but now I managed to escape, how can I die." The young man turned into a black shadow and began to flee frantically.

Lin Mubai looked back at Bai Ze, "Little dog, you take care of Xiao Luo, if something goes wrong, go back and stew you into dog broth."

After speaking, Lin Mubai ran away, leaving a meal in place, and disappeared in an instant.

Around the altar, countless cultivators were hung in the air by black chains, and their lives were slowly disappearing as their spirits flowed slowly.

"Are you finally going to die, old ghost Su, are you still alive?" Ling Xiaoyun coughed and shouted.

"Don't worry, you are not dead yet, how can I die first." Su Ciyang responded weakly.

"Who is that young man, who was suppressed by the immortal, and he was able to escape."

"So strong, where can we speculate."

As the two were talking, a black shadow slammed and fell in front of them.

At this moment, the young man's face is no longer calm, there is no evil charm, replaced by incomparable panic, his long hair is scattered, his breath is unstable, and he spit out black blood from time to time.

He just stood up, and a sword light flew from the fog.

"No, no, please let me go, let me go." The young man turned into a shadow and fled away again, and the sword light instantly chased after him, "Ah." A scream.

Immediately after, another figure flashed by, leaving no afterimage, and the speed was almost beyond time and space.

"Well, what happened just now?" Su Ciyang was stunned.

"Old Ghost Su, I seem to have seen that one just now, but it was too fast, I didn't see it clearly, but that feeling is not wrong." Ling Xiaoyun said seriously.

"Yes, yes, except that one, who else can beat this young man into a dead dog." Su Ciyang laughed loudly.

"It seems that we may not die." Ling Xiaoyun just finished speaking, a sword light swept across the mist in the distance, and all the black chains disappeared.

Su Ciyang stood on the spot, bowed in Lin Mubai's direction, and whispered, "Thank you senior for saving your life."

Ling Xiaoyun also bowed in that direction and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving your life."

Countless cultivators bowed in that direction at the same time, "Thank you senior for saving your life."

In the depths of the fog, Lin Mubai didn't even know that his unintentional sword had saved many monks in the Profound Sky Continent. At this moment, all he could think about was only one thing.

"The one hundred and tenth sword, don't worry, there are still 27 wounds." Lin Mubai's face was calm, but every word he said hit the young man's trembling heart.

At this moment, all the meridians in his body were broken, the flow of immortal power was stagnant, and there was almost no intact place on his body, and countless black blood continued to flow out.

What frightened him the most was that Lin Mubai's immortal power carried a special rhythm that constantly eroded his body and stimulated his primordial spirit. Every moment, his whole body was filled with this huge pain.

Pain, I haven't felt it for many years. At the emperor level, he can control every inch of his body. No matter how many injuries he suffers, he will not feel pain. However, today, the pain that has not been felt for tens of thousands of years, Filled the whole body.

He was frightened, trembling with fear, this kind of pain was connected with the soul, could not get rid of, could not escape, compared with Lin Mubai, he even thought that Lin Mubai was the devil.

"Let me go, please, I am willing to be your slave, please let me go." The young man kept wailing and running away.

Lin Mubai was like a god of death, walking around in the courtyard, closely following behind the young man, neither in a hurry nor slow, he slashed with one sword and one sword, and was about to stab him alive.

Young hot regrets deeply at this moment. He regrets that he should not escape, should not hurt the woman, and should not be arrogant. "What realm is he, how is it possible, how can there be such a monster."

"Palm 137, are you ready to die?" Lin Mubai's voice sounded in his ear.

At that moment, the young man was completely immersed in fear. No, I survived for ten thousand years and managed to escape. Immortal emperors could only suppress me. How could I die? How could I die because of a human ant? Not reconciled.

Then, a palm descended from the sky, carrying endless Buddha light, like a mountain of five fingers, directly smashing the young man into ashes.

Lin Mubai looked at his hands, "Strange, martial arts is not an immortal method, and it can actually turn people into ashes? It seems that the martial arts TV series I watched in my previous life were not all exaggeration."*