"Hey, the sensing between me and the Heavenly Dao seems to have become weaker."

Just as Ling Yu was riding the grouper tiger on the plain, his face suddenly changed slightly and his brows frowned.

Logically, the Heavenly Burial Martial God could not have noticed his arrival. Did something unexpected happen?

However, Ling Yu decided to continue moving forward and find the place where Ling Tiandao had appeared before.

More than half a month later, Ling Yu finally came to the peak where the Heavenly Burial Martial God Temple was located according to his feelings.

After asking people from a nearby tribe, Ling Yu knew that this was the place where the Heavenly Burial Martial God was founded.

"The person who comes here stops. This is the Temple of Heavenly Burial Martial God."

At the pass of the mountain, there is a team of temple guards guarding it.

These guards are all powerful martial artists. If they are really in the Canggu tribe, the martial artists can be considered real masters, but here they can only serve as guards and guard the mountain gate.

"I'm looking for the Temple of Heavenly Burial Martial God."

Ling Yu smiled slightly, looked at the magnificent and magnificent Martial God Temple building in the distance, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he suddenly jumped off the grouper tiger's back and walked towards the pass.

Swish, swish, swish, and bright weapons were pulled out.

"Bold, don't retreat, otherwise you will kill it on the spot."

A guard captain who reached the peak of a martial arts master and was only one step away from Wuzong shouted loudly.

"Get out."

Ling Yu shouted coldly, and in an instant, the terrifying sound waves were transmitted. More than a dozen martial artists were as if struck by lightning, and they all bleeded in their seven orifices and fell to the ground.

Ling Yu walked into the pass without stopping.

However, the movement just now had alarmed the guards in the pass, and many guards rushed out of it, all of them were martial artists, and even martial sect-level powerhouses.

Ling Yu shook his head and suddenly pulled out the Holy Sword of Light. A terrible aura was conveyed. All the guards present, even the strong Wuzong people, had their faces pale, and their powerful fist intentions directly suppressed their hearts.

"No, it's a powerful martial saint who has invaded the martial saint."

A peak Wushu roared.

At the same time, a rapid bell rang on a high tower in the distance.

Many figures rushed from afar, and there were even several powerful auras, which were actually powerful martial saint-level powerhouses.

Only peerless powerful people like the Heavenly Burial Martial God can make the Martial Saint-level powerful people surrender.

However, Ling Yu didn't care at all. With the Holy Sword of Light, even if he faced the Martial God, he would not be able to fight for it. The little Martial Saint could be killed instantly.

He searched for a large number of natural origin crystals and allowed the Holy Sword of Light to absorb them.

Although surrounded by hundreds of martial artists, Wu Zong, Ling Yu still looked calm and walked in the direction of the Martial God Temple.

Those guards dare not attack at all. After all, the power of the Martial Saint is enough to shock them. Only the Martial Saint-level powerhouses can resist the Martial Saint-level powerhouses. Otherwise, no matter how many martial artists and martial sects are, it will be useless.

.At this moment, a long roar suddenly sounded, and then a black figure shot in. A terrible aura filled the audience. It was a young man, his whole body was like a sharp sword. The sword energy soared into the sky condensed into substance. Invisible sword energy surrounded the whole body, causing the guards within three feet to be squeezed out by an invisible force.

"I am the seventh disciple Juejian Martial God, who is the God of Heaven, sitting down, the seventh disciple, the Martial God Saint. Why did you trespass into my Martial God Temple?"

The young man in black walked slowly with his hands on his back, carrying a pitch-black sword on his back. Although he had not taken action yet, the invisible sword intent filled the void, making an indescribable sharp aura penetrated people's hearts.

Once the boxing intention is condensed into substance, it is extremely terrible.

Hundreds of guards present looked at the power of the Juejian Martial Saint, and each was in awe.

The Heavenly Burial Martial God has never received a formal disciple, but there are still some registered disciples. Every registered disciple is also a shocking figure in the world. Even if he is not a Martial Saint, he is a genius and has the hope of advancing the Martial Saint in the future.

Therefore, being able to become a registered disciple of the Heavenly Burial Martial God is also a supreme honor.

If anyone in a tribe becomes a registered disciple of the Heavenly Burial Martial God, then the status of this tribe will also increase, and no other tribe dares to invade.

"It turns out that it is Tianzang's registered disciple. Tianzang, please let Tianzang hand over my son, otherwise I will wash away the place today."

Ling Yu held the sword in his back and stood proudly. Although his tone was plain, he showed a cold murderous intent.

"Haha, it's just arrogance. It's a joke that you are just a martial saint who can also kill here with blood."

The Jue Jian Martial Saint laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funnyest joke in the world.

Ling Yu smiled indifferently and said, "Just try it out."

Then he took mysterious steps under his feet, and as soon as his body moved, he turned into a strange light and shadow, silently penetrating the void.

The face of the young man in black Jue Jian Martial Saint changed slightly, and he found that he could not capture Ling Yu's aura.

How is this possible? Even a top martial saint cannot achieve this level.

Suddenly, the Jue Jian Martial Saint felt a slight tingling in his eyebrows, and then a strange light flashed out from the void, tearing apart the void, silently, and a kind of moistening thing, but it was sober.

Swish!

The Jue Jian Martial Saint was extremely fast, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him, buzzing! A Haoran sword energy burst out and suddenly pointed at the spurious light, but the next moment he found that the spurious light had disappeared, and his heart stinged. Just as he was about to change his move, a slight coolness came from the back of his head.

Then he felt his vitality fading away quickly, and a faint voice rang in his ears: "You are too slow. Is this the registered disciple of the Heavenly Burial Martial God? It's not so good!"

Jue Jian Wusheng's pupils were wide open, and an incredible expression on his face finally solidified completely.

.Ling Yu pulled out the Holy Sword of Light that pierced the back of the Martial Saint of Jue Jian, looked cold and looked at the body falling to the ground, then turned around and walked towards the Martial Temple.

All the guards present were stunned when they watched this scene, and they were in a daze. How could it be that the Jue Jian Martial Saint could kill the sword in seconds?

Although the Juejian Martial Saint is not the most powerful Martial Saint in the Heavenly Burial Martial God Temple, it is also ranked among the top five, and is the intermediate Martial Saint reborn from flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, with a sword just now, the huge sword intent completely wiped out his consciousness. Even if he could be reborn with flesh and blood, it would be useless.

"Damn it, you dare to kill my third junior brother, dominate the sword and bury the sky and the earth."

A terrible sword light descended from the sky, carrying the power of burying the world, and the rolling sword intentions were rampant, containing the supreme dominance.

Ling Yu's face remained unchanged, and he stabbed out with a backhand sword, strangling the sword light fiercely.

The terrifying power burst out from the sword light, but was blocked by Ling Yu's sword. It seemed that Ling Yu was standing there, like a natural chasm, and his domineering sword aura was insurmountable.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang. The terrible wave of air shot everywhere, and many martial artists were affected and died of death.

The guards who were watching immediately showed a look of shock and retreated one after another.

Dingdeng. The terrifying sword light suddenly retreated and turned into a tall and mighty man, emitting a bronze luster like metal throughout the body, giving people a sense of great power.

Every time the man took a step back, the ground would shake. In an instant, the ground that was originally paved with hard rocks had been shattered.

The mighty man's face was full of horror.

"Yes, he is actually a high-level martial saint. What a pity."

Ling Yu was quite appreciating, and then the Holy Sword of Light raised slightly, and the sword sounded, and an indescribable sword intent erupted, locking the aura of this mighty man.

brush!

With one sword, the sword flower is dazzling and full of beauty.

However, the mighty man had no desire to appreciate it at all. He only felt like he was being targeted by a terrible beast, and his whole body was full of hair.

"Rampant sword, breaking the sky."

The mighty man shouted suddenly, then his body moved and turned into a huge bronze sword. The blade was ancient and a terrifying evil aura was emitted. Then the bronze sword vibrated slightly, and a terrifying wave of air condensed. Everyone present felt that the blood of blood boiled, as if it was about to explode. Everything with a slightly weaker strength fainted.

Clam!

The terrifying sword light suddenly rolled up, as if it was about to tear apart the sky, and the whole world was eclipsed under the sword light.

This is definitely a destructive sword

Ling Yu shook his head slightly. This man should have just entered the advanced martial arts saint. Although he was able to transform into a sword with his body, he was not in a good condition and could not exert the power of this rampant sword.

If it is an advanced martial arts god who can tear apart the existence of the void, then this sword is truly earth-shaking after all.

Bang!

As Ling Yu's wrist trembled, the sword flower suddenly collided on the sword light and exploded. The seemingly dazzling and beautiful sword flower contained terrible good and bad luck. The sword light suddenly collapsed and turned into a mass of flesh and blood.

Ling Yu's sword has already applied the natural holy method of the Holy Sword of Light.

It was easy to break the terrifying knife of the mighty man.

The mass of flesh and blood fell to the ground, squirming slightly, but soon the movement went out.

Although this powerful man has reached a ever-changing level and can still be reorganized even if he is dismembered, he is completely wiped out by Ling Yu's sword and can no longer be reborn.

Many guards present, including the three martial saints who had just arrived at the scene, were shocked to see this scene.

The mighty man is the third disciple of the Heavenly Burial Martial God. He has reached the level of a high-level martial saint, but under Ling Yu's sword, he is completely killed, and he has no chance to reorganize and recover his body.

How is that possible?

Could it be that this person is not the Martial Saint, but the Martial God?

However, this aura is only possessed by the peak martial saint, and it is not the level of the martial god at all, unless it is the aura that the other party deliberately restrains.

Although there were three martial saints present, they did not dare to take action at all, because they were all junior martial saints, and even an intermediate martial saint and a high-level martial saint were killed. Even if they joined forces, they could not resist a move.

Unless all the martial saints gather and rank first, the senior brother who has been in seclusion takes action.
To be continued...