Lin Yi held Yun Yue and returned to the hinterland of the Holy Land in an instant, and directly entered the conference hall.

There were hundreds of guards in the brocade clothes around him, but none of them dared to stop him.

After entering the hall, he gently placed Yunyue on the throne of the Holy Lord and began to take out various spiritual pills from the rosette space.

Yunyue silently looked at him silently, her rosy mouth slightly raised. Although her body hurts, her heart is very sweet.

Outside the hall, hundreds of brightly-clothed guards, look at me, and look at you, but no one dared to enter the hall.

The name of the god of killing Lin Yi has long been well known. How could they not know Lin Yi's power?

Even the old king of the Daxia royal family and the generation Wuhuangyue Hanshan died of Lin Yi's hand. Even if they all rushed in, Lin Yi only needed to raise one finger to crush them all to death.

"What should I do? Lin Yi led a woman to the main hall and sat directly on the throne of the Holy Lord. This is clearly a blasphemy against our ink-splashing holy land!"

"So what? Lin Yi once blocked a million divisions with one sword. Just by rushing in, wouldn't it be in vain to die? Or should I report to the Holy Lord as soon as possible."

The guard commander quickly left the hall, wanting to report to the Holy Lord Wu Mo Nong.

And at this time, Wu Mo Nong suddenly came back.

"Saint Lord, Lin Yi has entered the conference hall..."

The guards bowed and bowed, but stopped when they wanted to speak.

"I understand, you all step down."

Wu Mo Nong waved her hand, and there was a faint feeling of fatigue between her eyebrows. The pressure brought to her since Lin Yi entered the Holy Land of Splashing Ink was unimaginable to ordinary people.

It’s a pity that the deacon who whipped Yun Yue was all her, which caused the entire Holy Land of Splashing Ink to fall into water and fire.

Even if Lin Yi doesn't kill her, Wu Mo Nong will tear her to pieces.

"Just give Lin Yi an explanation?"

Wu Mo Nong was in pain and entangled.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her mood. Seeing the hundreds of guards in the imperial clothes retreat like a tide, she laughed in her heart and walked into the hall.

Wu Zhuo and Wu Qingcheng followed closely behind and walked into the hall.

Lin Yi was using the vitality in his body to heal Yun Yue's injuries.

Seeing a few pills placed on the table, Wu Mo Nong had an idea and ordered Wu Zhuo and Wu Qingcheng to say, "Go to Mo Dan Pavilion and get all the heavenly elixirs!"

Wu Zhuo and Wu Qingcheng were slightly stunned.

There are three heavenly pills in the Mo Dan Pavilion, which are the treasures of the Holy Land of Splashing Ink. They are specially used by the heads of the sect to break through the shackles. Each heavenly pill is enough to create a martial emperor.

Wu Mo Nong opened his mouth and asked the two of them to take all the heavenly pills. How could they not be shocked?

"Why are you going quickly? Why are you standing there stupidly? Do you want me to pick it up in person?"

Wu Mo Nong frowned and was powerful without anger. An invisible pressure spread like a tide, which scared Wu Zhuo and Wu Qingcheng to agree and quickly turned around and left the hall.

"When is it that you two fools, and you still feel sorry for three heavenly pills. The most urgent thing now is how to calm Lin Yi's anger. He is not able to find an excuse to cure our ink-splashing Holy Land. Now his confidante is beaten to bloody and blood in our ink-splashing Holy Land. If he uses this as an excuse, he will be able to destroy our entire ink-splashing Holy Land. The Daxia royal family and the Wenshu Holy Land are the lessons of the past!"

Wu Mo Nong thought to himself.

Her eyes moved from Lin Yi and Yun Yue. Based on the woman's intuition, she could feel that Lin Yi cared about this woman named Yun Yue very much.

The only hope now is placed on this woman, I just hope that she will recover as soon as possible and take Lin Yi away quickly.

Wu Mo Nong made up her mind that as long as she could send these two great gods away, she could accept any conditions.

Wu Zhuo and Wu Qingcheng came back soon, and they brought back three heavenly pills.

Wu Mo Nong took the pill box, opened it in front of Lin Yi, and said carefully: "This is the heavenly pill from our ink-splashing holy land. It will take less than fifty years to refine one. I also hope that Lin Killing God can accept these three heavenly pills to heal Sister Yun Yue."

She and Yun Yuesu don’t know each other, but in order to get close, she had to put down her old face and call Yun Yue the younger sister.

Lin Yi's eyes closed slightly, and he didn't even look at her. His hands were pressed against Yun Yuehou's heart, and healed Yun Yue's injuries with all his heart.

In fact, Yun Yue suffered only skin trauma, and there was no need for Lin Yi to use his own energy to heal her wounds. However, Lin Yi was very annoyed that the Momo Holy Land was so bad that even Yun Yue could not take good care of him. He was determined to destroy the entire Momo Holy Land, but he was afraid that Yun Yue would stop him.

The atmosphere in the hall became very awkward.

As the head of a great holy land, Wu Mo Nong accompanied Xiaojing and presented the spiritual pill to Lin Yi, but Lin Yi did not miss her.

Wu Qingcheng was ashamed and angry, but he was helpless.

Wu Zhuo sighed secretly. He wanted to speak out for his master and give him a way out, but in the end he still held back.

The hall is so quiet that the needles fall to hear it.

Before she knew it, a cold sweat broke out in Wu Mo Nong's palm, and her whole heart was hanging.

She was not afraid of Lin Yi cursing her, she was most afraid of Lin Yi's silent silence, which was putting pressure on her and the entire Holy Land of Ink Splashing.

The wind blows in from the window, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers, and the fragrance that is there and there is nothing floating in the hall.

But the three masters and apprentices of Wu Mo Nong didn't smell the fragrance of the flowers.

The hearts of the three of them were like a string, and they were always tense.

And at this moment.

The entire Holy Land of Splashing Ink has become panic.

All the elders knew that Lin Yi had a confidante who entered the Holy Land of the Spotted Mo as a slave in the painting room and was beaten by a deacon supervisor in the painting room. Lin Yi happened to come and witness the incident... Where will the fate of the Holy Land of the Spotted Mo be gone next depends on the thought of this god of killing.

"That slut really deserves to die. She dares to beat Lin Killing's confidante. She should die ten thousand times!"

"That slut is dead. What we should discuss now is how to calm Lin Yi's anger? Lin Yi cannot be provoked now. The Daxia royal family and the Wenshu Holy Land have been damaged by him. We should not follow the footsteps of the ink-splashing land."

"Hmph, I want me to tell you, we will immediately open the mountain guard formation and trap Lin Yi into the formation. I don't believe that he can leave our ink-splashing land alive."

"At the beginning, Xia Qianqiu and Yue Hanshan had the same idea as you, but they all died. Do you think that our Holy Lord is the same as Xia Qianqiu and Yue Hanshan?"

"Uh...I dare not...I definitely didn't mean that."

"Okay! Don't argue anymore. Now the Holy Lord is in the hall and is discussing with Lin Yi. I believe that the Holy Lord will definitely have a way to solve this problem."

"Oh, this is the only way. I hope Lin Yi can let us go, even if we lose some resources, it's nothing."

All the elders of the Pomo Holy Land were in panic all day long.
Chapter completed!