Supreme Martial God Technique

Hearing this voice, everyone present changed their expressions.

Almost at the same time, they looked up.

The person who came was none other than Yang Yiyun.

Bang!

An attack came.

Du Butian retracted the force that suppressed Wu Yun, flew away, and dodged Yang Yiyun's attack.

At the same time, he frowned secretly, "Why does this old thing seem to be stronger than before? Where did Zi Linglu go? Why didn't you stop him?"

But Wu Yun's face showed joy.

Finally, Yang Yiyun finally came.

At the same time, he also saw the other person carried on Yang Yiyun's back at first sight.

It was his father. The hall master brought his father back.

Because the distance was still far, he didn't see anything unusual about his father.

At this moment, Wu Yun didn't care too much. Since Yang Yiyun brought his father out, it proved that his father was safe.

At this moment, he was no longer bound, and what he cared about most was Feng Changyi who fell to the ground.

Without stopping, he quickly ran to the side, next to Feng Changyi who had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Elder Feng, Elder Feng!"

At this moment, the crying tone in Wu Yun's voice was becoming more and more obvious.

Elder Feng was barely breathing, and a bloody hole was blasted through his chest.

Although he was not dead yet, he was no different from a dead person.

"Wu Yun, follow me!"

At this moment, a hurried voice came from his ear.

It was Yang Yiyun.

"But, Elder Feng..."

"Don't worry about it, I can't care about so much! I can't hold on for long."

Before Wu Yun finished speaking, Yang Yiyun immediately interrupted him.

And it was not until this moment that Wu Yun discovered that Yang Yiyun was different.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were black, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

If he was not still standing, if he was not still breathing.

This appearance was even more terrifying than a dead person.

Just when he was about to ask, he suddenly discovered something that made him panic.

His father was covered in blood, with a weak breath and unconscious.

"Palace Master, what happened between you and my father? Du Butian didn't move. Who stopped him..."

Wu Yun didn't continue talking halfway because he suddenly remembered someone.

This person has not shown up since the war began.

Zi Ling Road.

But Wu Yun couldn't think too much at this moment. He saw Yang Yiyun holding Wu Yun with one hand.

He slammed a palm towards Du Butian who was rushing towards him from a distance with the other hand.

He stepped on the ground with both feet suddenly, and in an instant, he felt a tremor.

Wu Yun was also taken by Yang Yiyun, like an arrow from a string, rising from the ground.

Flying away into the distance.

The speed was so fast that even Wu Yun couldn't react at all.

When he looked back again, the martial arts field was hundreds of meters behind him.

But for some reason, Du Butian and others didn't catch up.

In the martial arts field, Du Butian was about to order the pursuit of Yang Yiyun.

But Zi Linglu stopped him again.

"What are you doing?"

Du Butian's questioning tone was a little angry.

Although he didn't say it out loud, he was clearly questioning.

Why didn't you stop Yang Yiyun? Why did you let him take Wu Yun away?

Zi Linglu was a man, and he naturally understood the meaning of Du Butian's words.

He smiled and said, "Palace Master, don't worry. Didn't you just notice the abnormality of Yang Yiyun?"

Du Butian took a deep breath and didn't speak.

Indeed, he found the abnormality of Yang Yiyun. He seemed to be stronger than before.

"Yes, you guessed it right, he is indeed stronger."

Zi Linglu's understated smile was actually a little sarcastic.

"However, he won't live long. Once the effect of the soul-burning forbidden technique is over, he will definitely die."

Du Butian's eyes moved slightly.

He thought to himself, so that's it, it turned out to be the soul-burning forbidden technique.

No wonder he is stronger than before, it turns out that he used this taboo technique.

But soon, Du Butian said, "But Wu Yun ran away."

"He? He can't run away. Where can he run to? No matter where he runs to, he is my toy. If I want him to die, he would have died long ago."

Zi Linglu said with a faint smile.

"But, that artifact and..."

"That is not something you can have. You don't deserve it!"

Before Du Butian finished speaking, Zi Linglu suddenly changed the subject.

The voice was cold and scolded.

"You..."

"What? You want to fight me?"

Du Butian was naturally dissatisfied with Zi Linglu's rude tone.

But soon, he was completely suppressed by Zi Linglu.

Because he knew very well that the young man in front of him, who looked only in his early twenties, was definitely not someone he could compete with.

Suddenly, he looked around.

He whispered, "Give me some face. Since you want to keep him, I won't interfere in this matter."

"Congratulations, Palace Master. From now on, Danhun Palace will no longer exist. Only Wudao Palace will reign supreme in the Wild Continent!"

Zi Linglu was quite sensible, and at the same time, he gave Du Butian enough face.

He just bowed and said loudly.

And the people around him also knelt on the ground at this moment, imitating Zi Linglu's tone and flattering him.

In another place.

Yang Yiyun carried Wu Tian on his back and led Wu Yun with one hand.

They ran wildly in the jungle for an unknown period of time.

Finally, Yang Yiyun staggered and could no longer hold on.

Fell directly to the ground.

At this moment, his face was paler than before, and his lips were darker than before.

The most terrifying thing was that his body was already skinny and no longer as majestic as before.

"Palace Master, what happened on the way to save my father? What happened to my father? Who hurt him!"

This series of questions was asked to Yang Yiyun like a string of cannonballs.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun's breath was getting weaker and weaker.

Even, he had difficulty speaking.

His voice was very soft, but Wu Yun could barely understand it.

"Wu Yun, I don't have much time left, listen to me."

"I went to save your father and met that purple-clothed boy. He was very strong, stronger than me, and my injury was caused by him."

"In desperation, I used the forbidden technique of burning soul."

"Don't worry about me, my time is up, no one can save me."

"Your father's consciousness was deliberately destroyed by that purple-clothed boy. If you want to save him, go to the Western Continent and find a top magician!"

"Wu Yun, this time, the Danhun Palace may no longer exist. I only ask you one thing, if possible, come back and rebuild it for me, if you have enough ability, bloodbath the Martial Arts Palace!"

At this point, Yang Yiyun's voice was getting weaker and weaker.

But Wu Yun didn't even dare to breathe, and listened carefully to every word of Yang Yiyun.

"Little, be careful of that purple-clothed boy, he, he seems to be deliberately playing tricks on you."

"Palace Master, Palace Master..."

Finally, after saying the last sentence, Yang Yiyun completely stopped breathing.

A generation of powerful men, the master of Danhun Palace, one of the top forces in the wild continent, fell.

Wu Yun roared with a crying voice.

Then, he looked at Wu Tian on the side.

He quickly crawled over.

"Father, father is still breathing. Yes, the master just said that Zi Linglu deliberately destroyed my father's sea of ​​consciousness. Go to the West Continent. The magicians in the West Continent can save my father."

Wu Yun hugged his father and Yang Yiyun into his arms.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was hideous.

His heart was filled with raging anger and resentment.

"Martial Arts Palace, Zi Linglu, you all must die, all must die!!"

Supreme Martial God Art