Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 53: Everyone Here Is Trash
A hand as white as jade reached out and casually pushed aside the door curtain. A young man in luxurious clothes walked out slowly with a cold expression and stood on the back of the lion dragon.
The whole place was silent. At this moment, Yin Shiyu was like an emperor accepting the worship of thousands of people, with an expression that looked down upon the world. Even the three ranked masters could only look up to him.
The scene was eerily silent again, as if everyone was waiting for the young master, who belonged to the evil sect but was rumored to be unable to distinguish between friend and foe, to reveal his purpose.
"I'm not targeting anyone. I'm saying that everyone here is garbage!"
The mountain breeze brought a small sound, which was like the fuse of explosives exploding in the shocking silence.
The three lights, two gold and one red, burned at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding, like three lightning bolts passing at the same time, and their target was Yin Shiyu.
The young masters from both the good and evil factions now regard him as their enemy.
Especially Tu Lie, he and Yin Shiyu were actually both practitioners of the evil way, and at this moment, he actually launched a fierce attack on Yin Shiyu.
Yin Shiyu's face darkened. He never expected that these three guys would disregard the rules of martial arts and rush forward!
He was secretly filled with hatred and could no longer maintain the empty, lonely and cold expression he had just had. Black energy surged around him and a trace of resentment passed through his heart.
The three young masters knew that he did not say the words that angered everyone.
But the three of them actually used this as a signal to launch a surprise attack on him, obviously intending to kill him. This made him even angrier.
He secretly vowed in his heart to skin the instigator alive, but at the same time, he also knew that none of the three was his match.
"However, when three people join forces..." A dark light suddenly flashed across his eyes.
There are few people who are born into a prominent family but keep a low profile, let alone Yin Shiyu, who thinks he is the best in terms of talent, ability and skills.
Why was he always overshadowed by people like Lei Xinggang and Murong Xumu? How were they better than him?
Even Shui Yunyao, who was also a ghost cultivator, was regarded as the number one among the younger generation of ghosts who was far superior to him.
Yes, he ranked only 101th in the qualifying battle and was not in the top 100, but that was because he lost to Xue Wentian who ranked 75th.
I have the strength to be among the top 100!
At this moment, countless cultivators of both the righteous and evil paths are watching in public, and if he could defeat three alone.
His fame and strength will spread throughout the cultivation world in the first place.
So, even if facing three young strong men joining forces...
"I want to try it, too."
A dark glow suddenly rose all over Yin Shiyu's body, and a cold black mist suddenly spread out.
In an instant, the sound of ghosts crying filled the sky!
Chen Shushu looked at Wang Chen with dull eyes, unable to speak. He had never expected that this casual cultivator he met on the road would be like a disaster star and suddenly say such horrible words.
He even ignored the astonishing scene of the four great masters fighting against each other, which he had been dreaming about day and night.
Turning around silently, Chen Shushu pushed aside the bushes on the side. Amid the rustling sound, Wang Chen watched him disappear into the bushes, dragging his tail like a big rat.
Xiaoyao came back to her senses at this moment, her face full of panic. She stretched out her hands and grabbed Wang Chen's neck and shook it madly, shouting: "Wang Chen! Don't you want to live? How dare you say they are all garbage!"
Wang Chen didn't even look at Xiaoyao. His entire attention was focused on the four masters who were fighting in mid-air.
In his hand were two fire beads taken from Murong Xumu. This was his trump card.
From a psychological perspective, people are good at association. Many times, even without language, human imagination can make up a lot of things.
In the situation that was about to break out, Yin Shiyu's pomp and demeanor looked down on everyone. Even though everyone knew that the direction of his voice was wrong, they were more willing to take it for granted that the words of ridicule came from Yin Shiyu's mouth.
Even if someone really came to cause trouble for him, Wang Chen, holding the fire bead in his hand, had already prepared for a fight to the death.
Fortunately, he made the right bet. No one cared about a man who had lost all his breath and whose location was erratic.
In addition to Li Xun, Tu Lie and the mad monk are both masters of close combat. Tu Lie turned into a strange red shadow, and the sounds of dragon roars and tiger roars continued to be heard between his fists and feet, and his true power was surging like a strange beast.
The mad monk's inheritance was even more eye-catching. It was a huge golden Buddha statue that seemed to have life and attacked Yin Shiyu fiercely.
The sky was gradually covered by black fog, and countless dark green ghost claws stretched out from it and grabbed the three people.
Those ghost claws were skinny, yet surprisingly long, with nails as sharp as blades, dark green and extremely poisonous. They bared their fangs and claws to meet Tu Lie's Heavenly Demon Hundred Ripping Fist and the Mad Monk's Golden Buddha statue, and actually blocked them alone.
Boom boom boom!
Above the sky, there were constant roars and all kinds of true energies dancing and exploding wildly.
In a short moment, the two sides exchanged several moves, and Yin Shiyu was fighting one against two, without being at a disadvantage at all.
At this moment, a golden sword came slashing with terrifying sword energy. It was Li Xun who slashed at him from a distance.
The sword light grew in the wind and turned into a huge golden sword that fell down with a bang.
In the black fog, countless ghost claws were squirming. Yin Shiyu seemed to know that this sword was extraordinary. He made a hand gesture, and as the black fog squirmed, several ghost claws clasped together and merged into a huge ghost claw that grabbed the Qi sword.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, air waves spread out in all directions.
The Qi sword shattered with a loud bang, and the scattered true energy floated everywhere, with some of it slanting into the ground, just like a rain of swords, causing the surrounding cultivators to flee in panic.
The huge ghost claw also became broken, slowly squirming and merging into the black fog.
With the strength of one person, he fought against three masters!
Sensing the shocked looks around him, Yin Shiyu was delighted. He sneered and said proudly, "How can the inheritance of your three sects be compared with that of my Ji Yin Sect?"
Wang Chen suddenly felt like three heroes fighting Lu Bu in this one-on-three situation. "This Yin Shiyu is so powerful, how can I wait for an opportunity to kill him?"
The ranked masters are all arrogant, let alone the young masters in the ranking. Li Xun suddenly snorted coldly, and a residual image like his golden shadow suddenly broke apart behind him, turning into countless golden threads and disappearing into the air. At the same time, the countless broken true forces actually condensed into countless tiny air swords, making a sharp sound of breaking wind, and pierced towards Yin Shiyu like flowing light and drizzle.
Wang Chen had never seen anyone who could control so many flying swords. It was just like the magical power of the legendary foundation-building cultivators.
Is this the power of inheritance?
The ghost cries in the sky became more intense. Black mist was swirling all over Yin Shiyu's body. His ghost hands were like the unwilling souls in the Styx. They were so dense that from a distance they looked like countless disgusting tentacles rushing towards the flying swords.
The roar continued.
Countless ghost hands encountered the sword of energy that blocked the sun, and rushed forward like dead soldiers trapped in a battle formation.
The swords of energy dissipated piece by piece, and countless ghost hands turned into a puff of green smoke, but in an instant, countless more appeared as if they could not be cut off, and rushed towards the remaining swords of energy.
It took three waves of ghost hands to destroy all the countless swords.
At this time, Yin Shiyu's black mist had been compressed to less than ten feet around him.
Li Xun's golden light dimmed. It was obvious that this wave of sword energy consumed a huge amount of energy, and the golden afterimage behind him had also been consumed.
If it were normal times, if Yin Shiyu chased him at this moment, he would definitely be unable to resist.
But at this moment, besides Li Xun, there are two crazy people who are eyeing him covetously!
A desolate dragon roar resounded through the sky. Tu Lie bent down like an arrow, and his whole body turned into a blood-red dragon head and bombarded Yin Shiyu like a meteor.
In the blink of an eye it was right in front of me.
