Long Aoqing’s eyes were about to fly out.
Not moving anymore?
Can’t any of the four great masters move?
Ye Junlin is not moving, right?
The four of them flew out…
How powerful is Ye Junlin?
Isn’t he dead?
Isn’t he abolished?
Why is he so strong?
Fu Shenlin was also dumbfounded.
He knows how strong his four best apprentices are.
Was it shocked by Ye Junlin?
This this this…
Unable to accept this fact!
“Not only did you recover your body, but also your strength?”
Fu Shenlin’s face changed drastically.
How can this be?
Ye Junlin was hit by the blood king palace to poison, and was wounded like that again.
Forget it if you don’t die?
How come back to strength?
This is impossible even for an ancient power such as the Northern Liang Clan.
Existence is unheard of for two to three thousand years.
How can someone in a modern society do it?
You must know which ancient medical techniques and techniques are monopolized by these ancient forces.
There are very few ancient magical methods that have been passed down to modern times…
How did Ye Junlin do it?
Fu Shenlin was very curious.
If he mastered this method, he would definitely be reused by the Northern Liang Family Clan.
Once this method was born, it would definitely shock the world!
It really is so!
After all, Ye Junlin’s practice method was too defying.
The incompleteness created the Kunlun God of War!
The impact is unimaginable!
“Ye Junlin obediently tells you how to recover, and I will spare you not to die!”
Fu Shenlin started to think of Ye Junlin’s Heaven-defying Cultivation Technique.
Once let other powerful people or forces know that Ye Junlin has this heaven-defying technique, it must be robbed by everyone.
The reason that everyone is not guilty is guilty of his guilt.
Fu Shenlin dared to say this, which was enough to prove how confident he was in his own strength.
Even if Ye Junlin had defeated the four great masters.
Face Fu Shenlin.
Ye Junlin had only one idea-revenge.
“Are you colluding with outsiders to make the Blood King Palace reappear and force me to leave?”
Ye Junlin asked.
“It’s wrong, it’s a pity, my disciple was sent to protect your wife and children! What a pity!”
Fu Shenlin looked regretful.
“Are you teaming up with the Blood King Palace to poison me?”
“Wrong!”
“Did you send someone to secretly disrupt my duel with Chen Wudao?”
“Correct!”
“Did you send someone to assassinate me?”
“Yes!”
“Did you frame me for betraying Daxia and deport me?”
“it’s me!”
“My Daxia three hundred and fifty-eight good children were killed by you in collusion with outsiders????”
Having said this, Ye Junlin’s eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and choked.
The tragic battle in Beimo is still vivid.
Eighty Anonymous in the West…
Several big families in the capital…
…
Ye Zhenlin, who is always strong and striving for the last breath!
The four heavenly kings who are dead still holding the thighs of the god of death!
The Yama God of War, whose body was shattered and never let go!
…
Familiar and unfamiliar faces flashed through Ye Junlin’s mind.
Kill kill kill!
Take revenge for them!
They can’t die in vain!
Blood cannot flow in vain!
Fu Shenlin looked at him with a sneer and said, “Yes, I planned it! A bunch of reptiles and ants will die! It’s a pity that I can kill you!”
Fu Shenlin didn’t regard human life as the same thing at all.
Especially these people are his compatriots!
“Ye Junlin, I just found out that so many people hate you and want to kill you! Hahaha… we almost hit it off!”
Fu Shenlin smiled cruelly.
“Fu Shen is a bastard! Do you still have Da Xia in your heart? Those are all your compatriots, so you killed them cruelly?”