Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Chapter 201 Remember My Name

“Big guy, you seem to be arrogant.”

The black soil was startled slightly, then suddenly turned his head to take a look, only to see that it was Xiao Lin who had come behind him at some unknown time and grabbed his sledgehammer with one palm.

“Where’s the bastard, dare to look down on this uncle!”

The black soil gritted his teeth and waved with all his strength, trying to throw Xiao Lin out.

Xiao Lin didn’t go head-to-head with him. He leaped with strength, grabbed Fan Datong’s arm, and withdrew him ten meters away.

“Old Fan, are you okay?”

“Brother Xiao Lin?!”

Fan Datong was startled slightly, and he saw that Xiao Lin suddenly rushed to rescue him, and his whole body shuddered with excitement, “Brother Xiao Lin, you came so timely!”

“These bastards burned Daddy’s rudder and killed Daddy’s brother. You must help Daddy teach them well!”

“Don’t worry, wrap it around me.”

Xiao Lin patted Fan Datong on the shoulder again, slowly stood up, and jumped to the black earth.

“Boy, report your name!”

Carrying the sledgehammer, the black soil said with a sneer: “My uncle’s hammer will not kill the unknown!”

“My name is Xiao Lin.”

Xiao Lin stood with a sword and said lightly: “You will definitely keep my name in your mind.”

“Because this will be the last name you remember in this world.”

The black soil was slightly startled, and a touch of anger appeared on the face of the fishy face and fangs.

“Boy, you are looking for death!”

As he said, the black soil dragged the warhammer down, rushed towards Xiao Lin with a roar, and smashed the door with his head and face covered in his face.

Previously, Xiao Lin fought a few tough and bad battles one after another, and suffered a lot of losses.

After all, whether it is the two god-tier kings of Venus and Hermes, the golden armored warrior of the turtle breath demon array, or the poor and strange of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, it is not impossible to use Spirit Power’s Xiao Lin to easily deal with it. Come on.

However, dealing with such a small seventieth-level divine product, and obviously no-brained fat pig, is no effort at all.

Hei Tu exhausted all his strength and thunderous Wanjun’s blow hit Xiao Lin fiercely.

But his full attack was blocked by Xiao Lin with a single finger, and all his strength was resolved.

Hei Tu’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he yelled in surprise, “Boy…you…how can you have such great strength?”

“It’s not that I have the strength, but the brute force you use to show off your might is really not enough in front of me.”

Xiao Lin smiled indifferently, exerting a slight force on his fingers, and instantly shook the black soil more than ten meters away.

The heavy black body hit the ground with a “bang” and let out a scream.

He was struggling to get up, Xiao Lin still rushed forward like a ghost, stepped on his chest with one foot, and pressed the blade of the Demon King’s Demon Sword against his throat.

“Boy, you are good at it!”

Hei Tu sneered and said, “But I bet you don’t have the guts to kill me!”

“Oh?”

Xiao Lin raised his eyebrows with interest: “Why do you have such courage?”

“It’s just that the uncle is a member of the Holy Land Empire, the most favored general of the Holy Land Emperor!”

The black soil showed pride: “Now that our Holy Land Empire has dominated the entire Xizhou, if you dare to touch this uncle’s hair, the emperor will definitely cut you down!”

Seeing Hei Tu’s triumphant and confident appearance, Xiao Lin couldn’t help laughing out loud.

“Fatty, you are so naive and kind of cute.”

“Since I dared to teach you a lesson, would I still be afraid of the emperor that shit in your mouth?”

“If he has the ability, he can quickly slap me down.”

“Otherwise, my righteous teachers and I will soon send all of you bloodthirsty butchers to The Underworld!”

As soon as Xiao Lin’s voice fell, a sad scream came from behind him.

Hei Mu looked intently, and his face instantly panicked.

The battlefield where their Divine Land Sect originally had the advantage has already undergone tremendous changes.

The three unfathomable masters of Cultivation Base suddenly joined the battle, turning the situation around in an instant.

It was the Venerable that followed Xiao Lin, and the seven kills and blood slaughter that followed him.

Celestial Scythe Venerable waved the Scythe Scythe in his palm, and within a few seconds he had already harvested the lives of hundreds of people of the Divine Land Sect under the blade.

The Seven Kills and the Blood Slaughter used steel claws and machete respectively, and they also unceremoniously slaughtered the Quartet as if they had entered an uninhabited state.

In the face of these three masters, the men brought by the black soil did not have any power to fight back, and more than half of them were killed and injured in the blink of an eye.

The rest of the survivors were all horrified as if they had seen a ghost, throwing away their weapons and fled in desperation.

“You…you are so bold!”

Hei Tu stared at Xiao Lin with both eyes, gritted his teeth and said: “Xiao Lin, if you dare to be an enemy of our Holy Land Great Emperor, it is a dead end!”

“Thank you for your reminder, but I don’t need you to care about my life and death.”

A smile came up at the corner of Xiao Lin’s mouth: “Look, what I just said is correct, right?”

“Before you die, you will definitely remember my name deeply.”

The black soil’s face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly screamed for mercy: “Hero, forgiveness, forgiveness!”

However, as soon as he wailed, Xiao Lin had already lifted his sword and fell, and the sword pierced his throat.

After Hei Tu was killed, the rest of the Divine Earth Sect had no intention of fighting anymore, and they fled and were wounded in the blink of an eye.

The sickle wiped off the blood on the sickle of the underworld, and came to Xiao Lin’s side: “Master, what should we do next?”

Xuetu said excitedly: “Or we can go directly to the Divine Earth Temple and slaughter the traitor that Lipotian!”

“Don’t worry about this for now.”

Xiao Lin waved his hand and said lightly: “Tian Si, you can help me take care of these wounded. I don’t want any of them to die.”

“Yes.”

Tian Jian nodded respectfully, and took hundreds of seriously injured Rogue Cultivators League disciples and left instantly and placed them in a safe place for treatment.

Xiao Lin turned back to Fan Datong’s side, and said lightly: “Are you okay?”

“certainly!”

Fan Datong wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned: “Daddy is the most powerful man in the entire Cangwu Continent. How can these trash fish kill me?”

“Don’t be stiff, your injury is not light.”

Xiao Lin sighed heavily and said with a wry smile: “Lao Fan, why are you saying this?”

“The Sacred Land Sect is overwhelmingly powerful and powerful. With your Beizhou sub-rudder, you can’t resist. Why not surrender as soon as possible to avoid the sacrifice of so many innocent brothers?”

“Brother Xiao Lin, who do you think of me, Fan Datong?”

Fan Datong curled his lips and said in annoyance: “Daddy is the master of Beizhou sub-rudder, the most powerful man in the entire Cangwu Continent!”

“Daddy’s Beizhou sub-rudder has only warriors with decapitated heads, no warriors who surrender!”