Great Blue Night Watchman

Countless Wing Clan elders suddenly flew up...

Turning into blood mist under the moonlight...

Blade Chuankong roared: "Lin Su, I will cut you into pieces..."

Chi!

A ray of moonlight came through the window and passed through Ren Chuankong's eyebrows.

Blade Chuankong's dharma body, which had just expanded to ten pieces, stood still, his sharp eyes like an eagle completely turned to stone...

There was a soft boom, and a cloud of blood mist bloomed!

Outside the window, on Dingdao, thirty-eight peaks exploded at the same time!

The waves in Dinghai turned over, and Dingdao sank into the sea.

Lin Su waved his hand gently, and the sea was frozen out of thin air. There was nothing on the sea.

There was only one council chamber, floating strangely in the air.

In the meeting hall, all the hundred elders of the eleven alien races were turned to stone.

The famous Wing Clan just disappeared.

Disappear cleanly and completely.

Only when someone raises his hand.

Lin Su's eyes slowly moved over: "The ancient alien races have inherited the ancient times. I naturally know that each race has its own rules of conduct. However, times are changing and those who do not change with the times, I will help them change! Everyone Elder, do you understand?"

The faces of the hundreds of elders below all turned pale.

This is the threat of Hongguoguo, who doesn’t understand?

Lin Sudao: "The Yi Clan is stubborn and is seeking its own destruction. After I have completely eliminated the remaining remnants of the Wing Clan, I will visit the remaining eleven alien races one by one. Elders may wish to return now and report in advance. Clan leader, prepare a response plan. When I arrive, I won’t ask you a second time!”

As the voice fell, Lin Su's figure rose into the air, and the spring river thousands of miles away reappeared in the sky. Lin Su's white clothes were like snow, walking away step by step...

The discussion pavilion beneath the feet of hundreds of elders was reduced to ashes and scattered into the sea.

The elders were all in despair...

The stream of light shook, and the Shadow Clan elder disappeared. He used the fastest movement technique.

The golden light flashed, and the golden thread broke into the sky. It was the fastest movement technique of the Jin clan elders.

Silently, a piece of dead wood fell into the sea, and the elders of the Mu tribe sacrificed the fastest flying boat: the dead wood boat.

The flames soared into the sky, and the elders of the Fire Tribe soared into the sky. They did not dare to rush forward, so they directly took out the communication talisman...

"Clan leader!"

The majestic face of the leader of the Fire Tribe appeared in the void. Looking at the ten lost elders in front of him, the leader's face darkened: "What happened? How can they behave like they are all so lost?"

The elder of the Fire Tribe said: "Lin Su just appeared and wiped out the Wing Tribe with just a raise of his hand!"

"What?" The face of the leader of the Fire Tribe suddenly changed...

"Clan leader, please look, this is the Dingdao ruins..."

The image turns to Dinghai below. Where were the ruins?

The clan leader's eyelids twitched: "All gone?"

"It's all gone! The people are gone, the inheritance is gone, the island is gone, and he also said that in the future, all remnants of the Wing Clan will not exist. After he eliminates the Wing Clan, he will visit the remaining ones one by one. Eleven alien races, I feel that my Fire Tribe should be the first one he visits, so I don’t dare to gamble with him, so I can only contact the tribe leader as soon as possible!”

There was a faint glimmer of sweat on the clan leader's forehead...

His heart was in a mess...

The twelve alien races had a certain order of enmity with Lin Su. Generally, the alien races only became enemies with him because of the Battle of the East China Sea, but there were a few exceptions.

The Wing Clan assassinated him once in Wudao Mountain.

What about the Fire Tribe?

He had another encounter with him in the Chi Kingdom, and the Burial State situation was also led by Zhuge Qingfeng, half of the Fire Tribe. He might let other alien tribes go. The Fire Tribe was definitely the first to visit, or the first to visit. one of...

"What is his cultivation level..."

Before the clan leader's voice fell, the elder interrupted: "Clan Leader, please don't worry about his cultivation. His method is purely a saint-level method. It is not similar to a saint-level, it is definitely a saint-level. He destroys the wings. He only relied on the moon, and during the whole process, he didn’t even raise his hand..."

The sweat on the clan leader's face finally penetrated into the faintly red flesh, and he was truly lost.

As the leader of a clan, he should never lose his soul at any time. He claims to be a great leader, and he would never see his subordinates lose their grace. But today, he himself has no grace. The whole clan is facing life and death, and his strength is simply not enough to compete. With the crisis imminent, who can really maintain their grace?

The elder said: "Clan leader, what he wants is..."

The same drama unfolds simultaneously in all the cracks in the seven countries and thirteen states.

During this period, Lin Su fulfilled his promise, and the remaining remnants of the Wing Clan were cleaned up in one day.

The entire Wing Clan was wiped out. From then on, there was no more Wing Clan in the human world.

The southern desert of Chi Country.

Amidst the rolling yellow sand and the lonely smoke in the desert, the top brass of the Fire Tribe headquarters were concentrating on discussing the terrifying issue of Lin Su's upcoming visit. The Fire Tribe had been debating for a whole day and night with no result yet.

Although the impact of the annihilation of the Wing Clan was great, the bloody nature of the Fire Clan as an ancient alien race was also fully aroused.

Accepting Lin Su's instructions was a difficult hurdle for them to overcome.

At least, who is willing to be convinced by these top elders who are pampered and have high aspirations?

Although the Wing Clan is also a foreign race, their strength is divided into three branches and seventeen leaves. Their strength is scattered. Lin Su Xiaoer caught them off guard. Is the Fire Clan the same as the Wing Clan?

With all the power of the Fire Tribe concentrated, even the former military sage would not dare to annihilate the clan. How could Lin Su, a kid who repeatedly offended the Fire Tribe's power, be able to annihilate them?

Therefore, the vast majority of elders tend to turn the southern desert into a cemetery for Lin's children.

The only opposition was the dozen elders who had just returned from the Wing Clan. They had seen Lin Su's tyranny with their own eyes, and they really couldn't muster the courage to resist.

So, they repeated over and over again that Lin Su today was definitely not the Lin Su of the past. He was already a quasi-saint of literature, and he was comparable to a saint on the battlefield...

The great elder had been watching coldly for a long time, and finally couldn't help it. He slammed the table and roared straight to the sky: "What about a quasi-saint of literature? There are seven quasi-saints of literature buried in the three thousand miles of desert where our clan is located. The Lin family child dared to enter our clan's land. He must be the eighth quasi-saint of literature buried here. As elders of the Fire Clan, you have the face to obey the orders of the elders of the Fire Clan, and you have helped others to be more ambitious and destroyed your own prestige. You..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

Because the Wanli Spring River suddenly appeared in the sky.

Above the Wanli Spring River, a person was dressed in white like snow.

In the meeting hall, all the elders looked up suddenly, and the clan leader also looked up suddenly. His back was instantly filled with chills.

A voice came from the air: "Everyone, don't worry. Other alien races may have a chance to survive, but unfortunately, your Fire Clan is not included. There are three reasons. First, as this elder said, seven quasi-saints of literature and Taoism were buried in your southern desert. The high-level officials of the temple are playing ambiguity with you. I, Lin Su, don't play this ambiguity; second, your Fire Clan has reached out to Zangzhou, and the plot is too big. If you don't get rid of it, you can't warn the world; third, all the power of your Fire Clan is concentrated. I will get rid of it together, so that I can have the greatest deterrence to the other ten clans!"

The clan leader stood up: "Lin Quasi-Saint, this seat..."

"A song of "Swordsman" as the curtain call song of your Fire Clan!" Lin Su raised his hand and held the jade flute across his lips...

A beginning note floated down, and the meeting hall was reduced to ashes...

The floating light smoke turned into a huge wave, sweeping across the three thousand miles of desert...

The Fire Clan's thousand-year-old sacred fire was extinguished, and countless cities were buried under the yellow sand...

The Shadow Clan's leader stood up and stared at a figure that kept changing under the moonlight. His face was also changing, as if it was colorless for a while, and then completely transparent for a while...

A strange lamp beside him also had unpredictable light...

In the bizarre scene, the leader slowly lowered his head: "You said that the Fire Clan leader actually wanted to surrender, but Lin Su actually... didn't give him a chance?"

"That's right! Before Lin Su sang the song "Swordsman", the Fire Clan leader had already realized the seriousness of the situation and wanted to surrender, but he didn't give the Fire Clan a chance at all! Leader, we plan to negotiate with him... I'm afraid... I'm afraid it won't work."

Yes, this is the Shadow Clan's response plan.

Negotiate with Lin Su.

The Shadow Clan can resolve past conflicts with him (Lin Su killed the Shadow Clan's Tianjiao on Tiandao Island, and one of the Yuantian masters he killed after leaving the island was also from the Shadow Clan), and can even send troops out to kill demons. But there is one condition, that is, the Shadow Clan will not be under the command of the human commander when killing demons outside the pass, and the territory conquered will always belong to the Shadow Clan, and the human race will not be allowed to enter even a step.

This is the negotiation tone set by the Shadow Clan elders after discussion.

They thought that this bottom line was set low enough, but the bad news from the Fire Clan made the elder realize a terrible thing, that is, they have no bargaining chips in front of Lin Su.

This kid doesn't care about the power of the alien race at all.

He seems to be more willing to kill all the twelve alien races.

In this case, how to negotiate?

Therefore, when Lin Su crossed the border of the endless yellow sand and entered the Ten Thousand Shadows Forest, the Shadow Clan leader led all the elders to greet him respectfully: "Lin Zhunsheng, the Shadow Clan is also a foreign race in this Heavenly Dao. Facing the unintentional catastrophe of foreign invasion, how can the Shadow Clan be absent? Our Shadow Clan is willing to make a Heavenly Dao oath to protect this Heavenly Dao and kill the foreign evil demons!"

Lin Su smiled at the foreign race for the first time: "The Shadow Clan has such ambitions, I am deeply gratified, make a Heavenly Dao oath!"

In the Ten Thousand Shadows Forest, the Shadow Clan leader, all the elders, and heads of various departments made Heavenly Dao oaths together, and the sky was rumbling continuously, which was a spectacle...

The news of the Shadow Clan quickly spread to the remaining nine clans.

The nine foreign races cursed when they heard it, but when Lin Su arrived at their clan, they changed their faces...

"As creatures of this Heavenly Dao, we have the responsibility to protect the Dao!" This sentence has been widely quoted and has almost become a consensus among the foreign races.

The Golden Tribe, the Giant Tribe, the Stone Tribe, the Wood Tribe...

It has been nine days since Lin Su left the temple. The armies of the ten alien tribes marched to the city of Zangzhou, without any conditions, and joined the army of the commander Li Tianlei.

Li Tianlei sighed deeply: "The little master's magical powers are vast, and they are constantly refreshing."

Ming Tianyan smiled: "This is probably the difference between him and your master, right? If it were your master, the Weiyang Pen would probably sweep across the twelve alien tribes at this moment, but he made the alien tribes work for me."

Li Tianlei slowly raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside the big tent: "The ten alien tribes are used by me, but it is also in exchange for him killing two alien tribes, but I don't know what kind of waves will arise in the three heavens after this killing?"

Killing alien tribes is what the military saint often does.

But why didn't the military saint eradicate a certain alien tribe?

Because he didn't dare!

He exterminated alien races and killed demons. If his methods were a little bit excessive, he would immediately attract endless criticism...

What is against the harmony of nature, what is excessive killing, what is lack of mercy, what is undermining the sacredness of the holy way...

Any one of them can give you one, two, three, four, five, making the military saint anxious.

That would still be the sequelae of killing one or several batches of aliens and clearing one or several hills of aliens.

And what about today?

Lin Su made two kills, with unparalleled decisiveness. He directly killed two alien races that had been inherited for thousands of years, extinguishing their sacred fire and ending their inheritance. The ruthlessness of his attack was unparalleled. On the third level of the sky, all other enemies Dao, how could it not be used to make a fuss?

Ming Tianyan followed his gaze and looked over: "Do you feel strange? Nine days have passed since this incident, and there has been no incident!"

Li Tianlei nodded slowly: "It is indeed a bit abnormal. Could it be...could it be that they really felt the trend of unintentional catastrophe and ignored the details based on the overall situation?"

Ming Tianyan did not answer, but she had an answer in her heart...

Maybe this is not taking the overall situation into consideration, but that they have a more decisive response plan.

Is the big showdown really coming?

The weather is high in the sky, thousands of miles away, in a foreign land.

Mishan and Hanging Temple are surrounded by no shelter, but inside the red and yellow ancient Zen gate, there is a cool and tranquil atmosphere.

Some people say that this is the power of Buddhism.

Some people say that this is the power of a saint.

Yes, there is a very legendary saint living here, the Saint of the Secret Sky.

The Dharma of the Saint of Mi Kong is boundless, and the holy power of the Saint of Mi Kong is endless. He has left a great reputation in the mountains and rivers of the entire foreign land. It is precisely because in troubled times, only the Hanging Temple has the dual protection of Buddhism and saints. Therefore, based on safety considerations, Based on spiritual sustenance considerations, the incense in Xuankong Temple has always been very strong.

But the Saint of Mi Kong rarely showed up, especially after the battle for the fate and the reshuffle of the saints. He had been meditating on the Supreme Way in the quiet room, and even his disciples could not even think of seeing him.

However, today, a wandering old monk asked for an audience, and Saint Mi Kong made an exception to meet him because the old monk brought him something: a manuscript of the Diamond Sutra.

The sage of the secret sky only glanced at the ten items before he was moved and waved gently. The old monk, whose cultivation had reached the ultimate level of the Great Vajra (equivalent to a quasi-sage), was picked up out of thin air and brought into the quiet room.

"Amitabha, see the sage of Mi Kong!" The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed.

The sage of Mi Kong slowly raised his head: "Where does the Diamond Sutra come from?"

"From beyond the white clouds!"

Saint Mi Kong's eyes were filled with holy light: "Who asked you to come?"

"Holy Lord, can you remember a name called Quicksand?"

quicksand……

The holy light floats in the eyes of the saint in the dense sky...

Because this is a name that he has occasionally contacted in the third heaven of the human race for thousands of years.

He knew that this was a human saint, but he did not know who the saint was. There had been information exchanges between the two, and there was also an agreement between the two.

That person is quicksand.

Taking the number of sands in the Ganges River, the quicksand means invisible.

"Why are you here?"

The old monk said slowly: "I want to negotiate a deal with the Holy Lord."

"Deal? Negotiate a deal with me?"

"To be precise, it is the ten saints from the third heaven who want to discuss this deal with the thirty-six saints from a foreign land. This Diamond Sutra is a gift to meet the saints. I hope that the saints can connect all the saints and convince them. "

Saint Mi Kong smiled faintly: "I am a member of the Buddhist sect, but I was chosen by your master as the first choice for contact. Don't you think it's unfair?"

The old monk smiled: "In the past, the Holy Lord also traveled thousands of miles to kill and attain enlightenment. How could he be an ordinary Buddhist pedantic saint?"

The Mikong Saint's eyes were fixed, and the Buddha's light in his eyes was like substance, firmly locking onto the person in front of him.

The Saint of Mi Kong was indeed a generation of madman who was rampant in the world of Immortal Realm. He proved his way through killing. The dead powerful enemies under his command could probably fill the empty valley under the Xuankong Temple, but after killing him, he could not enter the Saint. , cannot prove the truth.

Thousands of years later, he suddenly realized that since he could not achieve enlightenment through killing, I would not kill him anymore. I would put down the butcher knife and see if I could become a Buddha.

He let it go, and he truly became a saint.

This is his biggest secret.

That part of his past will only be dug up in the big world of Immortal Realm. In this small world, no one knows about it, not even the other saints who once traveled with him.

But the person in front of me actually knew it!

What does this mean?

Who is that quicksand?

Could it be...

All kinds of thoughts slipped through his heart and turned into Buddha's light, surrounding the bald head in front of him tightly.

The old monk in front of him still smiled: "My master set up a ban on my spiritual platform, but there was an outside force to spy on it, and the spiritual platform destroyed itself. I hope the Holy Lord will not force the old monk to death with his holy power."

The Saint of Mi Kong withdrew his holy light and smiled faintly: "You shoulder the mission of trading, how can I force you? Tell me, how to trade?"

The old monk said: "The saints from foreign lands came out in large numbers to help my ten saints clean up the third heaven. After this is accomplished, each saint will have ten 'Holy Origin Fruits'!"

"Holy Source Fruit?" The eyes of the Holy Mi Kong Saint were filled with light.

Of course he knows about the Holy Source Fruit.

This is the most precious treasure of the temple, reserved exclusively for the use of saints.

Its only function is to replenish holy power at any time.

The holy power contained in each Holy Origin Fruit is equivalent to 30% of the holy power of the saint's body.

This kind of strange fruit of heaven can only be found in the third level of heaven in the whole world. Only one fruit is produced every year. In the three thousand years of the temple's history, the total number is only about 3,000. After many years, there are only 3,000 fruits in total. There are less than two thousand pills, but in order to win over the saints from foreign lands and implement this deal, they can take out 360 pills at once.

This handwriting is incomparable.

The old monk slowly raised his eyes: "We are in a foreign land of heaven, and the holy power is suppressed. Thousands of years have been spent hard, and the strength has been reduced by half. The saint's character is in danger. With the current state of the saints, how can they do anything when the unintentional catastrophe comes? ? However, ten Holy Origin Fruits are enough for the saints to replenish all their holy power, and they can fight fiercely for three years without losing their holy power..."

Mikong Saint said slowly: "You want to help the ten great saints of the Third Heaven to clean up the Third Heaven?"

"yes!"

"As far as I know, there are only sixteen saints in the third heaven."

"yes!"

"Ten Saints versus Six Saints, still can't win with certainty?"

The old monk said: "If you don't want the waves to be too big, you shouldn't make any changes."

Mikong Saint slowly raised his gaze: "I need to reach a consensus with all the saints on this matter. If a consensus is reached, I will contact Liusha!"

The old monk slowly shook his head: "The quicksand is dead. This is also the key reason why the poor monk ventured into a foreign land."

Mi Kong put his hands together and said: "Buddhas are as numerous as the Ganges River, grains are like quicksand, Amitabha..."

"Amitabha..." The old monk also clasped his hands in reply...

…

In the third level of the sky, there is the Bingfeng.

The holy power is like a flag, sweeping across the heaven and earth.

The Soldier Saint stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the sky thousands of miles away.

It is still midsummer at this moment, but there seems to be no change of seasons in the third heaven. Or around the Soldier Saint, there are only killing scenes on the battlefield, regardless of spring and autumn.

Behind him, an undercurrent floated, and in the shadow of the big flag, Yi Dao No. 19 seemed to suddenly appear.

Yi Sheng appeared out of thin air.

"Have you ever heard, Lord Soldier, that that boy has conquered twelve alien races?"

"Known!" The Soldier Saint raised his hand gently, and it was like a big flag rolled up, turning into a holy curtain, covering him and Yi Sheng in it, and handed Yi Sheng a cup of white clouds.

"This boy destroyed the inheritance of two clans, and his decisive methods are even worse than those of the Master of Arms!"

The Soldier Sage smiled lightly: "This is the way of war, and it is also the way of chess."

Yi Sheng smiled: "Exactly! Exterminate the two tribes, highlight the bottom line, cut off the other side's desire to trade, and force the ten tribes to play on the chessboard obediently, so as to prevent the alien tribes from having illusions and causing more troubles. This kid's ability to simplify the situation is really amazing. Shocking."

Lin Su went to the temple this time to destroy both the Wing Tribe and the Fire Tribe.

The decisiveness of the means has attracted the attention of the world.

There were also quite a few criticisms in the temple.

Everyone felt that Lin Su was killing too much. If you say that a race has been inherited from ancient times, there are always good and bad in it. If you directly destroy other people's clans without asking, it is not kind and generous, and it is against the law. Temple Rules.

But this is just the average person's perspective.

From the perspective of the two great saints, the Dao of Soldiers and the Dao of Yi, it is naturally different.

They knew that this was Lin Su's thinking on the way of war and chess.

The twelve alien races are not human races.

They have never gotten along well with the human race.

Every time the human race is in trouble, all they think about is how to take advantage of this rare opportunity to seek greater benefits for their race.

The same is true for the unintentional calamity.

Therefore, before the Wuxin catastrophe comes, the alien race must also come to an end.

But how to draw a full stop?

Very knowledgeable.

According to the Confucian school of thought, it is to send the top negotiation team to finalize the bottom line with the aliens and tell them that they, too, are beings of Tiandao and face the invasion of foreign enemies. What should they do emotionally and rationally...

Will it be effective?

fart!

Are foreigners going to listen to you?

Alien races only look out for their own interests!

They will definitely talk to you, but they will definitely take this opportunity to make a series of unequal treaties, either to allow you to divide the human race on the boundaries, or to give their race super-national treatment in the human world, or to war. In terms of profit distribution, you must agree to all their conditions...

As for the human race, due to the huge pressure of the unintentional catastrophe, they could only give in step by step.

And what about Lin Su?

A completely different approach was taken.

The first step is to directly exterminate the Wing Clan so that the remaining eleven clans can see his strength and determination. So as to face any request he makes.

The second step is to put the Fire Tribe out of the negotiation table outright. Even if the leader of the Fire Tribe has the intention to negotiate, he will not be given the qualifications to negotiate and destroy his tribe again!

When these two things disappear, they announce two things.