Supreme Martial God Technique

He has been standing for many years and has a great reputation. Looking at the entire Chenxia world, who dares to be so arrogant to his Qilin clan and take action as soon as they come?

Immediately, all the powerful men in the Qilin Clan's platoon, including Tiansheng and above, all rose up in the air and appeared above the Qilin Clan to confront Wu Yun.

However, what is strange is that the strongest of the Qilin tribe members who appeared at this moment are only in the Super Saint realm, and there is no one from the Supreme Saint realm who is above the Super Saint.

Is this the strength of the Qilin tribe?

It's definitely impossible. With this little strength, how could it be possible to gain such a prestigious reputation in the world of Chenxia?

"Who are you? You dare to touch my Qilin tribe? You think your life is too long!"

In the air, the leader of the Qilin Clan's Super Saint Realm roared angrily.

But they didn't come forward. They were not stupid. Wu Yun's terrifying cultivation was really there. If they dared to come up, they would just be giving away food.

To be honest, strength is king.

The house had been cut down, but they just came out to confront him. This was purely because Wu Yun was strong enough at this moment. Otherwise, they might have beaten Wu Yun to the bone in an instant when they pounced on him.

However, facing the crisis of survival of the ethnic group, they could not give up even if they were afraid, and they all suspended in the air to confront Wu Yun.

"Yue Yiren, is the Qilin tribe here or not? Let her come out!"

Wu Yun said solemnly.

"Hmph, who are you? You open your mouth and come to ask for someone from our Qilin tribe. You really think you can do whatever you want if you have some strength!"

The Qilin people didn't buy it.

boom!

Without any unnecessary nonsense, just cut it off with one sword.

The violent sword energy pierced and pierced the air, making a harsh sound.

Bang bang bang...

At least ten Qilin tribesmen suspended in the air died tragically on the spot.

But judging from their reactions, they must also know about Yue Yiren.

"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"

Wu Yun asked again in a deep voice.

"Boy, it's true that you have strength, but we, the Qilin Clan, are not false either. Do you really think that no one in the Qilin Clan can cure your mother?"

"At this moment, only the strong men of our clan are going to the Nirvana Pond in the back mountain to realize enlightenment. They will arrive soon. When the time comes, you..."

boom!

This person still did not answer directly, but was full of intimidation and threats.

Wu Yun couldn't listen to his nonsense, so he slashed away with another sword.

This time, the sword was more powerful, and at least thirty Qilin tribesmen died tragically on the spot, including more than five super saint cultivators.

"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"

Wu Yun asked again!

"I……"

He was still the same stubborn person before, and he was ready to confront Wu Yun again.

But he wasn't afraid, but the people around him were.

Just as the man was about to speak, he was grabbed by another member of the Qilin tribe beside him and said, "Your Excellency, please don't be so unscrupulous!"

"I, the Qilin Clan, don't know about the person you are talking about!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yun struck with another sword.

Another dozen people died tragically.

"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"

Wu Yun's tone became increasingly cold.

Three swords, dozens of lives, this time, he finally scared the group of Qilin people.

"Here, in the Qilin tribe, she is here, don't kill her, don't kill us!"

There was a Qilin clan member kneeling on the ground, praying.

"take her……"

"Who dares to run wild in our Qilin tribe? How can you, Qi Hun, a loser, kneel down to the enemy?"

As soon as Wu Yun finished speaking, he heard a loud and deafening sound coming from a distance.

More than one person came.

Several terrifying figures shot towards them from the direction of the back mountain of the Qilin tribe.

Five people came.

The five of them are actually above the super saints, in the supreme holy realm!

Wu Yun's eyes narrowed slightly.

Judging from the momentum erupting from these five people, he suddenly knew what state he was in now.

If nothing else, it should also be in the Supreme Sage.

If we look at it more specifically, the strength of these five people from the Qilin tribe is estimated to be around the fifth rank of the Supreme Sage.

This kind of foundation cannot be said to be weak.

However, Wu Yun's strength should still be above these people.

Because his momentum is more explosive and crazier.

That was the increase given to him by the Mad Soul Monument.

However, I did not expect that the Qilin tribe would actually have five powerful men above rank five of the Supreme Saint Realm sitting in charge.

If nothing else, these five people are probably the leaders of the Qilin tribe.

Soon, Wu Yun's attention was immediately diverted.

After the five people arrived, one of them slapped the Qilin tribesman who was kneeling before and was called Qi Hun with a palm.

Immediately, Qi Hun died tragically on the spot.

"There is no weak person in the Qilin tribe. Kneel down to the enemy and die!"

A cold voice came from the mouth of the person who took action.

Wu Yun's eyes suddenly sank.

This Qilin clan member is really ruthless and cruel, even to his own clan members. No wonder other clans in this world are afraid of their power.

But it doesn't matter.

"Yue Yiren, are you from the Qilin tribe?"

Wu Yun asked again, his voice still cold and without any fear.

"What, you want to take action again?"

A leader of the Qilin tribe who was in the supreme holy realm took a step forward slightly and stared at Wu Yun.

"The girl you are looking for is dead. Her bloodline has been taken away, her body has been occupied, and her soul has been destroyed. No matter which clan you are from or what your relationship is with that girl, today, your life must be preserved. In the Qilin tribe!”

"Dead, dead!"

Wu Yun's heart suddenly stopped.

Yue Yiren was dead. This news instantly shattered the last hope in his heart.

The violent rage and murderous intent gathered and multiplied wildly.

The already violent momentum around him became even more violent.

Rage filled his whole body, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

"Did you kill her?"

Every word, every word, seemed like the roar of an evil ghost that had just crawled out of hell.

His eyes were like sharp blades, staring at the five leaders of the Qilin tribe.