Three years ago, he was the young master of the most prominent family in the capital, but due to his grandfather's superstition, he was sent to a Taoist temple where he suffered hardship yet ma...
"All members of the Dragon Group present, listen to my command! The evidence that the Myriad Spirits Society is refining human pills is irrefutable. Follow me and annihilate them!"
This time, Lin Jinglong indeed did not need to take action.
Although the Ancestor of All Spirits explained that it was a misunderstanding, he had already been registered in the Dragon Group.
Qin Suifeng's willow-leaf knife hummed.
The sword intent, nurtured for an unknown period of time, suddenly exploded, and a bluish-white sword light swept across the area.
Dozens of men in black robes stood in front of him.
Including the stream of light, it was instantly cut in two. There were a total of eight Dragon Group squads around, each led by its captain.
It also crashed into the crowd.
Their average strength far exceeds that of the All Souls Society.
It displayed an overwhelming dominance!
In just a few breaths, more than half of the hundreds of All Souls Society members present had been killed or wounded. The remaining few, unable to escape, simply gave up the fight.
Lin Jinglong's eyes flashed.
He stared intently at the soul lamp in the arena.
The green light from the Soul Lamp surged once again.
"The Dragon Group has gone too far!"
"Then don't blame me for fighting with my life!"
Instantly, those captured by the Wanling Society trembled all over, suddenly began to shake, and their bodies rapidly became thin and weak, as if their flesh and blood were being sucked away by some invisible force.
In an instant, it turned into a shriveled corpse.
The soul lamp's green light covered half the street, and its powerful spiritual energy enveloped Lin Jinglong and the others.
Those All Souls' Society members who have already died tragically.
Their corpses, covered in green light, were writhing and approaching each other in an astonishing manner, merging into a large, bizarre ball of flesh.
"You don't understand the true meaning of the Mountain-Sitting Technique at all. This is a true immortal technique, and I want you all to die here!"
"The enraged Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits roared."
On the street in front of him, there was already a huge fleshy ball, more than ten feet tall, formed by the fusion of corpses, which was showing a powerful vitality.
And it rolled rapidly toward Lin Jinglong and the others!