You have a good chance, I accept it.

He couldn't stand these bald heads, but it was strange to think that one of his clones had a big bald head smiling kindly at him all day long.

"good."

Wuwang responded in a low voice, and then swung out his palm. Wuchen's head exploded like a watermelon, and a headless corpse hit the ground like a meteorite.

The blood left on it was absorbed by the earth.

The value of a true immortal corpse is very high.

Blood alone is priceless.

For mortal monks or earthly immortal monks, a drop of ordinary blood from a powerful true immortal is better than thousands of great medicines in the world.

The life essence contained in it is extremely terrifying.

Let's put it this way, if a drop of ordinary blood of a true immortal falls into an inferior world, and when the will of the world absorbs the blood, it will immediately cause a so-called spiritual revival in its own world.

This is the magical effect of a drop of blood from a true immortal. For monks in the mortal realm, it is a priceless treasure.

Some forces even go around catching those true immortal cultivators to draw their blood and sell them for money.

But to Ye Lin, the blood of these true immortals has no value.

"Sir."

"Sir."

Ye Lin took back the three clones and saw a genius from the Zunren race coming from all directions. They all looked excited.

"Is everything resolved?"

Looking at the complete nine people, Ye Lin smiled and said, among the nine people, only Wan Feng's breath was calm, while the rest of them had a somewhat disordered breath.

The overall strength has been marked at this moment.

"Well, it's all settled. Although these guys are arrogant, they still have some skills. They are not simple."

Wan Feng stood at the front and said solemnly.

"No one who can enter the Burial of the Void is simple."

Ye Lin said casually while taking out a white cloth and wrapping it around the Emperor Shang's Blood Drinking Sword.

"In the final analysis, you are still the best, Young Master. You did not fall behind in the face of two supreme geniuses and nine Buddhist geniuses, and you killed them easily."

Zhao Zilong, who was standing in the crowd, praised Ye Lin unabashedly. He had felt a few strange breaths in the sky when he was fighting the genius of the Holy Dragon Sect.

And there was an aura that was so powerful that it almost suffocated him.

He was ready to run, but in the end, the disappearance of one breath after another let him know.

These people were all dealt with by Ye Lin in front of him.

One person can kill two top geniuses, including nine top geniuses. Who can compare with such combat power?

Moreover, Ye Lin is still a casual cultivator and has come up step by step with his own efforts.

At this moment, he truly regarded Ye Lin as his idol, as we, the casual cultivators, should be.

From then on, he worked silently with Ye Lin as his goal.

"Okay, as soon as I came in, I met two of the most talented people in the south. It seems that most of the forces in the south are around here."

"We have to be careful next time."

"Seeing that your breath is disordered, I will rest on the spot for five hours. After five hours, we will continue our journey."

Ye Lin looked at the people in front of him who were breathing disorderly and said.

Although he seems to be fine now, the nine people in front of him must have just gone through a big battle.

If we encounter talented people from other places in the Demon Realm next, and there is a conflict, there is no guarantee that there will be attrition among this group of people.

Since the leader of the alliance whom he has never met has such courage to hand over the future seeds of the human race in the northern part of the Demonic Territory to himself, he must try his best to bring these nine people back intact.