Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

Looking at the middle-aged Martial Saint lying on the ground, one could hear a pin drop near the ruins of the hall.

When the dust cleared, people saw the appearance of the middle-aged Martial Saint and were suffocated.

The chest of the middle-aged Martial Saint had been pierced.

Although he had not died yet due to the strong vitality of the Martial Saint, he had also lost his combat effectiveness.

All the warriors in the Western Wasteland felt like they were dreaming.

In their eyes, this world became unreal.

How could this be possible?

They knew Ling Yun was very strong.

However, their understanding of Ling Yun still remained at the level of Martial Honor.

In their opinion, any Martial Emperor from the East could crush Ling Yun.

After all, no Martial Emperor had been born in the entire Western Wasteland for thousands of years.

The spiritual energy here was too thin and the resources were scarce. It could not be compared with the East, and could not support the consumption of being promoted to Martial Emperor.

But how could this Ling Yun crush even the Martial Saint in one move in the blink of an eye?

It was like everyone originally thought that although Ling Yun was stronger than them, they felt that they and Ling Yun were still people from the same world. Facing the high and mighty gods, everyone was the same, all ants, and all had to kneel down.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, Ling Yun also knocked down the gods.

The emperors of the eleven-nation alliance were trembling violently.

Now they finally knew where their previous sense of uneasiness came from.

This Ling Yun has repeatedly created miracles since his rise.

Now, Ling Yun has undoubtedly created miracles again.

Ling Yun is so powerful that it is undoubtedly a terrible nightmare for them.

Especially the State of Zhao.

Previously, when they saw the Martial Saint personally take action against Ling Yun, they were still overjoyed and thought that Ling Yun was finished.

Who would have thought that what they were waiting for was not Ling Yun being crushed and killed, but the Martial Saint who was like a god in their eyes was blown up by Ling Yun with one punch.

If there was a snow monk standing behind them, making them feel confident, they would probably be scared to death.

The opposite of them was the State of Yue.

Ling Yun's strength undoubtedly exceeded Yue Tianxiu and Yue Yuwan's expectations.

They knew Ling Yun was very strong, but when they saw the Martial Saint attacking Ling Yun, they also thought that Ling Yun would lose.

Unexpectedly, even the Martial Saint was also beaten by Ling Yun.

This made them feel like they were hugging an ordinary thigh, but they found out that they were hugging a golden thigh.

However, they did not relax and were still very nervous.

After all, in addition to the middle-aged Martial Saint, there was also a Snow Monk on the Great Snow Mountain.

From the perspective of cultivation, the Snow Monk was only a peak Martial Emperor, far inferior to the middle-aged Martial Saint.

But the dangerous aura he brought to people was far greater than that of the middle-aged Martial Saint.

Yue Guo and others also knew that cultivation often does not explain everything.

For example, Ling Yun, whose cultivation was only a Martial Sect, defeated the Martial Saint.

"This..."

On the opposite attic, Mo Hechuan was also shocked.

Obviously, Ling Yun's strength also caused a severe impact on him.

He knew very well that although Ling Yun's strength was also strong half a year ago, it was only slightly stronger than him.

But now, Ling Yun can actually crush the fourth-level Martial Saint.

Abnormal, this guy is simply too abnormal.

Mo Hechuan couldn't help but feel a strong sense of regret again.

If he hadn't made a mistake in his mind, which led to the estrangement between Ling Yun and Guye Mountain, then Ling Yun would still be a disciple of Guye Mountain today.

However, now, all this has nothing to do with Guye Mountain.

Guye Mountain has missed a Martial Saint-level strongman.

Snow Monk's eyes also showed surprise.

He knew that Ling Yun had killed Zuo Qiuxun in Dinghai City, and his strength must be very strong.

That's why he let the middle-aged Martial Saint take action first, just to let the latter test Ling Yun.

The result of this test made him very solemn.

Now, even he is not sure that he can suppress Ling Yun.

"Donor Ling, you can't stop what the Great Snow Mountain wants to do. Even if you can resist for a while, you will eventually find that all this is a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Why should you do this in vain?"

Snow Monk sighed.

Ling Yun was unmoved and said calmly: "Snow Monk, don't beat around the bush in front of me, just tell me what you want to do."

"The East is vast and can accommodate Master Ling and the White Deer Sect. Please take the White Deer Sect away from the Western Wasteland."

The Snow Monk clasped his hands together and said: "In this way, the Western Wasteland can also reduce unnecessary wars and killings. I hope Master Ling can consider the people of the Western Wasteland."

"Snow Monk, it seems that I underestimated you before. I didn't expect you to be so shameless."

Ling Yun sneered, "The White Deer Sect was born in the Western Wasteland, but your Great Snow Mountain intends to control the Western Wasteland, which is a naked invasion. Now you have the nerve to let me and the White Deer Sect leave the Western Wasteland to facilitate you invaders to act?"

"Ling Yun, the foundation of my Great Snow Mountain is not what you can imagine."

The middle-aged Martial Saint got up from the ground.

He is worthy of being a Martial Saint, with a strong recovery ability. Although he is still weak and has little combat power, his wounds have stopped bleeding and his body has recovered.

"You are wrong to attack me. If you still insist on not changing your ways, you will be doomed!"

Even though he was defeated by Ling Yun, he was not afraid.

The Snow Monk beside him secretly thought it was not good.

This middle-aged Martial Saint has been in the Snow Mountain for many years and has rarely been to the East. He has developed the habit of respecting the Snow Mountain. He may think that he is the Martial Saint of the Snow Mountain. Ling Yun dare not go too far.

But when the Snow Monk was in the Ancient City, he had seen Ling Yun's madness and ruthlessness.

He hurriedly said: "Master Ling, it seems that you and I cannot convince each other today, so let's take a step back and see who is stronger in a month..."

Although he believed that he was not weaker than Ling Yun, he also knew that Ling Yun was really strong and he was no longer sure that he could suppress Ling Yun.

Even if he could really defeat Ling Yun, he would probably end up with both sides hurt.

Instead of that, he might as well take a step back and tell the matter to the Great Snow Mountain, and let the sect leaders handle it.

His cultivation has reached the current level, and he has long passed the stage of competing for strength.

However, he only said half of his words...

Swish!

A sword flashed.

The head of the middle-aged martial saint was directly cut off by Ling Yun.

If Ling Yun's killing of Yang Tao shocked people, then now, people's minds are blank.

They witnessed the fall of a martial saint with their own eyes.

This is extremely rare even in the East, but it happened in the West, and right in front of them.

"See you later..."

The words of the Snow Monk also came to an abrupt end.

He had always regarded himself as a monk, and his mind was calmer than that of ordinary people, but at this moment his heartstrings were also in turmoil, and his eyes showed anger.

His anger was really earth-shattering.

An indescribable chill was released from him.

In an instant, the temperature of Mount Guye dropped by more than ten degrees.

It was still midsummer just a moment ago, but it fell into winter in the blink of an eye, and even large snowflakes floated in the sky.

The surrounding Western Wasteland warriors and even Eastern Land warriors could not help but shiver, feeling as if they were facing the wrath of God.