Chapter 83 Wandering on the Edge of Life and Death

The dark sky, dark clouds rolled like waves, and the dull breath covered everyone's soul. In the endless darkness, he gradually walked out of a figure. He was shrouded in darkness. The black breath burned like a flame, but on this human figure, everyone Feel a demonic breath from the abyss of the earth.

He walked in the air and didn't follow his steps. The world was rhythmic.

The elder in the distance, his messy white hair danced with the wind, and his eyes, which had experienced vicissitudes, stared at the dark figure coming out of the darkness in the distance. Even the elder was extremely solemn and careful in the face of this dark figure at this moment.

"Magic? But... this breath is unstable!" The elder whispered in a low voice.

At this time, the dark figure, that is, Jun Lintian at this moment, stared calmly at the people standing in the void in the distance. His cold eyes swept over everyone one by one. Everyone who was swept by Jun Lintian's eyes felt that they were being targeted by the eyes of a demon, as if they were here. Under the gaze of both eyes, completely **, without any privacy.

"Jun Lintian, the time hasn't come yet. I can't live in the world, so the next thing will be handled by yourself..." In the dark wilderness, the breath of the 'demon' suddenly echoed in Jun Lintian's mind, and the next moment, the dark power that has been surrounding Jun Lintian is completely The bottom disappeared, leaving only the king Lintian, who burned two colors of flames, standing in the void.

Jun Lintian looked around blankly, and then everything that had just happened echoed in Jun Lintian's mind. In an instant, Jun Lintian remembered everything.

"What's going on? Am I not dead? Why did I come back to life again? My soul cracked and finally collapsed, but... why is it intact at this moment? And my body, those two ferocious blood holes... also disappeared. Jun Lintian stood in a daze. Although Jun Lintian's breath has returned to normal at this moment, the people in the distant Yantian Holy Land still looked at Jun Lintian with extreme vigilance. After all, the elder Taishang were directly bombarded out of the dark fog just now.

How can these people resist such a horrible combat power?

"Magic? Did he save me again? But why would a 'demon' save me? Jun Lintian muttered softly, and at this moment, the elder in the distance showed a relaxed smile on his old face. He looked at Jun Lintian, and said to the disciples behind him, "Take him down. The burning dragon vein and the evil dragon vein of hell are the power of the holy land. You can't let him say anything today. Escape. As for the dark dragon vein, the elder, it's up to you.

The elder said calmly, but only he knew how trauma he had suffered in the battle just now.

After a moment, the elder Taishang frowned deeply, and an angry flame appeared on his body: "What? What are you doing there one by one? Don't you even listen to my orders?"

"Taishang Elder, that man reveals something strange, and even you can't defeat it, let alone us? Moreover, we are only under the jurisdiction of the Holy Lord, you..."

"Look for death!"

The figure of the elder suddenly moved, and the disciple of the Yantian Holy Land who was still talking, a strong man with the third level of jihad, directly exploded into a blood fog all over the sky. Since then, all traces of him have completely disappeared, and he can't die again.

"Do you want me to say the order again?"

In the last majestic voice of the elder, the strong people who had besieged the dark dragon vein one after another pointed their spears at the king's magic dragon vein. Seeing this opportunity, the dark dragon vein took a deep look at Jun Lintian, and then turned around and wanted to leave, but an old woman's figure suddenly blocked the dark dragon vein. Previously, this person was the elder of the holy land of Yantian.

The dark dragon vein looked at the old woman who could die at any time. Her thin figure seemed to have only one bone in addition to the skin. At the same time, there was a wooden stick on her thin right hand. The wooden stick seemed to be made of a random branch without any special.

At a glance, this is an old woman who is about to leave.

"Damn, why are the people in the Yantian Holy Land like a group of immortal guys..." Although the old woman in front of her seems to be likely to die at any time, the keen sense of smell of the dark demon dragon vein still feels the extreme power of terror contained in this thin body. This power will never be better than today's self. Low.

In the face of such an old girl, the dark dragon vein is unwilling to underestimate the enemy, but at this moment, Jun Lintian is even more difficult. Previously, Jun Lintian only needed to face the saints alone, but now, for more people, he has pointed the finger at himself.

The saint looked at the king's heaven in disbelief. The saint knew the power of his blow. He was confident that even if he was at the peak of the sky, he would die after receiving his blow, but now? The guy who has not yet broken through the sky level is standing alive in front of him, and he is still preparing for another big fight.

"It's impossible, this is absolutely impossible..." The saint roared almost hysterically in his heart, but no matter how unwilling he was to believe that this was true, the truth had been placed in front of him, and he could not believe it.

Jun Lintian looked at the people around his body. He took a deep breath. He really died just now. Now his desire for life is extremely strong. As the 'magic' said, he has not seen the unborn child with his own eyes. It is his own child.

"Anyway, I want to live and then rescue the Jun family one by one." Jun Lintian made a secret decision in his heart, and at this time, someone could not bear the pressure brought by the demonization of Jun Lintian before. At the same time, under the irresistible pressure of the elder, he finally couldn't resist and rushed to Jun Lintian.

With the first person, there is naturally a second and third one. In an instant, those who were arranged to deal with Jun Lintian rushed to Jun Lintian one after another. Among these people, the lowest ones were those who stepped into the jihad level. For a moment, Jun Lintian knew how great the pressure of the dark dragon vein was. At the same time, Jun Lintian was also thinking about when the jihad-level strongman became so cheap.

"Puff!"

Like a fist poured by steel, it punched and rushed to its first enemy. Next, there was an endless collision. Countless figures appeared in the void for a moment, which were the remnants of the people fighting, moving at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

The tragedy of the battle has exceeded Jun Lintian's imagination. Although there is no sky level among these people, there are too many of them, and they obviously have extremely rich experience in fighting. In the battle of Jun Lintian, they do not fight with Jun Lintian, but rely on many people. , constantly deal with the king.

Jun Lintian was soon injured, and the bloody man once again felt the approach of death, just like a lion who could not withstand the siege of nearly 100 wild wolves.

"Die!"

Among the besiegers, a strong man saw a flaw suddenly behind Jun Lintian, and immediately shouted and rushed up. At this moment, the world were silent, leaving only the figure rushing to Jun Lintian and the killing all over the sky.

The black clouds were covered with scarlet silk, and a bloody murderous atmosphere constantly impacted everyone's senses, and the eyes of the strong man who rushed to Junlintian were full of excitement. He did not expect that Jun Lintian, who had been so strong enough to seriously injured the elder Tais before, at this moment, his strength is to fight against the saints. At that time, they were all out of reach, and with the battle, this is the reason why they gradually picked up the hope of victory.

But when this figure was just approaching Jun Lintian's figure, he suddenly felt that his body was trapped in a mud and could not move at all. At the same time, he suddenly lost control of his body and panicked. Before the panic in his heart calmed down, Jun Lintian had turned around. Dark and cold eyes, looking at the enemy who wanted to take his own life.

A cold smile suddenly appeared on the handsome and mysterious face. The next moment, in the eyes of the disciples of the Yantian Holy Land, a fist was getting bigger and closer in his vision. The strong wind on his fist almost tore the skin on his face. This horrible punch hit his face fiercely.

In an instant, the bones were thrown away, blood splashed everywhere, and in the red blood, there was a pale brain.

One punch directly ended a strong man in the fourth level of jihad. The scarlet blood splashed Jun Lintian. The white face was already full of blood. Jun Lintian stood in the void like a demon god.

Although fighting until this moment, but only a few breathing time, Jun Lintian has secretly demonstrated the art of drunkenness little by little, and he has also narrowed the space controlled by the art of drunkenness to a range of kilometers around his body. In such a very small range, Junlintian has almost mastered the absolute palm. Control, almost can be said, with Jun Lintian as the center, he dominates all this within a radius of kilometers.

This is also the key to him being able to control the jihad-level strongman at the first time and kill him in one fell swoop. However, at the moment when Jun Lintian successfully killed the enemy, he suddenly felt the danger from all directions, which was the rest of the strong men rushed to himself desperately.

Jun Lintian knew that he showed a brief flaw when he killed the man.

"Roar!"

Jun Lintian roared deeply, and at the same time, with his body as the center, a strong storm swept away. This is an irresistible force, which is enough to overturn a land, and most of the people who besiege Jun Lintian also have a lot of people.

In a short moment, Jun Lintian's figure suddenly climbed up and looked to avoid the attacks of those strong men, but... At this moment, Jun Lintian felt a cold breath from above his head. Looking up, he happened to see the hateful face of Sima Chengong.

"Go to hell, Jun Lintian!"