Boom!


    Buzzing——————


    Ling Yan was punched on the temple by Ye QingHan, and his head lost consciousness with a buzzing sound. He bumped into the ground from the top of the mountain. His powerful body smashed a mountain rock, his head hit the ground hard, and his head almost burst.


    At this moment, Jiang Jingtian shot into the void, passed through Ling Yan''s chest and stabbed into the ground.


    Chant——————


    The sword of Gu Qingyu ran through Ling Yan''s palm.


    Lin Wutian, Tian jianti, ye Huangzhu, Xiao Yue and Li Feng pierced Ling Yan''s arms and legs respectively.


    Ling Yan is too strong. Give him a chance and he can turn over the plate.


    With so many strong people pressing Ling Yan and ye QingHan''s fist, Ling Yan quickly woke up, looked ferocious, struggled angrily and glared at ye QingHan.


    Ye QingHan went down and punched Ling Yan on his stomach. Ling Yan was convulsed and his flesh was driven under the rock.


    Poof——————


    Ling Yan spewed out a mouthful of blood essence, turned into a blood sword and rushed into the sky. The fine awns in his eyes began to disperse, exhausted to the extreme.


    He is really strong. He is blocked by so many experts, plus so many fake boundary devices. If he hadn''t bet wrong, ye QingHan wouldn''t have shot, wouldn''t have lost so miserably, and even had a chance to escape.


    "I can do it without Huang''s divine power, Ling Yan. I didn''t expect to die in my hand." ye QingHan stared at Ling Yan and didn''t hate, because he was loyal to snow invincible, but he had the intention to kill, and he was very firm, because he killed countless people in the wilderness and Yan Ao.


    "Waste Lord... Kill me!" Ling Yan decadent stopped struggling. Facing ye QingHan, he didn''t even bother to struggle.


    Ye QingHan shook his head, squatted beside Ling Yan and whispered, "don''t worry. Answer me a few questions. I won''t humiliate you. I''ll let you die decently."


    Ling Yan''s mouth was bleeding. He lay on the ground and couldn''t move. His handsome face was a little tired and seemed to be relieved.


    "Ask, just ask the famine Lord to spare some children of Ling family and leave a line of inheritance." Ling Yan closed his eyes and replied.


    The palm was pierced, the chest was pierced, and his legs were nailed to the earth. The blood flowed like a flood, and the breath of life was dissipating rapidly. But how strong Ling Yan is, the third row expert on the pyramid. At the moment, if ye QingHan doesn''t mind being run away by him, he can still live.


    Ling Yan was trembling all over. It was the sting from the soul, not fear.


    "Yes, one question has ten lives. If you don''t answer it, think about it. Tell me, how did Yan Ao die? Who killed the dragon?" ye QingHan''s voice was low and sad. It was wasteful and made people''s nose sour.


    Ling Yan twitched when he heard ye QingHan mention Yan Ao. His eyes opened and stared at ye QingHan. The light in his eyes was scattered. It seemed that he was recalling the events of that year, and he was also sad. Maybe he knew heroes and respected heroes. Throughout the era, he might not be satisfied with the leader of the Seven Realms, or even the famine Lord, but he admired Yan Ao, because only Yan Ao could hold him down when leading a war, Although he killed yanao, it was a situation caused by the accumulation of human lives.


    "He... Is a hero. He fought to one soldier and was killed jointly by the top ten military commanders. He died happily. We will never desecrate his body and spirit. The famine Lord can rest assured." Ling Yan said firmly.


    "Where''s his body?" asked ye QingHan in a deep voice.


    "I buried him in a mountain called Zhongjun mountain. You must know this mountain." Ling Yan replied without hesitation.


    "Thank you!"


    A touch of emotion flashed in ye QingHan''s eyes. The two armies fought and were mortal enemies. Ling Yan''s mind was really admirable for being able to do this.


    "Who killed the dragon? Who pulled off his spine? Why was it in the hands of the Lich?" ye Qingleng asked.


    Ling Yan was puzzled and thought for a long time. He whispered, "as far as I know, the complaining dragon was killed by the supreme god of martial arts. As for his spine, I don''t know why it appeared in the hands of the Lich."


    Ye QingHan was silent. There was a dead silence in the valley. The giant wolf didn''t dare to move. He always lay down not far from ye QingHan.


    Instead, Ling Yan took the initiative to say, "continue to ask, as long as I know, I know everything!"


    One question is ten lives. Ling Yan also hopes ye QingHan can ask more questions. He absolutely believes that in addition to the human lives he has won, ye QingHan will definitely kill the Ling family, because the hatred is deeper than the sea and higher than the sky!


    "In the nine realms, apart from the snow Kingdom, are there any other wasteland prisons? Have you killed all the countless wasteland people?" ye QingHan asked with a frown.


    Referring to the great wasteland prison, Ling Yan''s fine light flashed. He seemed to think of something and struggled for a while, but he couldn''t sit up. He had to lie down and say, "how many lives is this problem worth?"


    "How much do you think it''s worth?" ye QingHan asked with an eyebrow.


    "I the life of all the children under the age of 18 in Ling family!" Ling Yan said firmly.


    The lion opened his mouth. Naturally, there was good news. Ye QingHan was not afraid of Ling Yan''s asking price. He was afraid he wouldn''t. at the moment, he nodded inexplicably and said, "yes!"


    Ling Yan finally showed a smile and said, "famine Lord, maybe things are not as bad as you think. Although there is only one famine prison, when your seven world Lord gave the sword a face and asked her to take the famine children, I don''t know the specific number."


    Hoo Hoo!


    Ye QingHan exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi. Knowing these is enough! Unexpectedly, the sword didn''t return and took away a group of wild children, which is good news. The sword didn''t return and didn''t tell him. Maybe I also hope to keep those people and don''t want them to participate in the war again.


    "Thank you for providing me with this good news, Mr. Ling Yan. Go down with yanao and take a word for me. I''ll ask the Lord of the seven worlds to kowtow to him and admit his mistake!" ye QingHan grinned, his expression was cold and cruel to the extreme, and his bones were filled with hatred and evil.


    Ling Yan looked at ye QingHan''s outstretched hand and was not afraid. Instead, he had a relief and asked, "waste Lord, bury me in Zhongjun mountain! I have no regrets in death."


    "Good!"


    Ye QingHan reaches out his hand and pinches Ling Yan''s neck. With an iron hand, Sheng Sheng pinches his neck. A breath of destruction swings down his throat to Ling Yan''s soul and limbs.


    Ling Yan''s face twisted and struggled for a while in pain. The luster on his body disappeared. The body straightened and his eyes widened. It was very terrible.


    With a big hand, ye QingHan wiped Ling Yan''s eyes, waved Ling Yan''s sword to Lin Wutian, and then loosened Ling Yan''s body into the great wasteland monument. Deep in his heart, he also hoped to bury the two soldiers and saints together. If there is really a so-called destination of soul and detached hell, he hopes they will meet again.