Chapter 2342: Not one left!

"Ah... the hand of the master!" Liu Wenhu screamed in despair, "Brother Lu, save me!"

"It's not because my brother doesn't want to save you, but because my brother can't get away!" Lu Jundaozu's anxious and annoyed voice echoed in the hall.

"Tan Yun, don't kill me, don't kill me!" Liu Wenhu, who lost his right arm and left hand, looked at Tan Yun with disheveled hair, his eyes showing the desire to survive.

Tan Yun turned a deaf ear and said sternly, "Jin Ni, Mu Xin, Qing Ying, kill me!"

"Shhhhh-"

"Push, puff!"

Jin Ni, Mu Xin, and other eleven-handed swords of Hongmeng swarmed towards Liu Wenhu. Immediately, their flesh and blood flew, and Liu Wenhu's corpse was smashed into ten thousand pieces.

"Zixi, Lu Jundaozu is handed over to you, I'll go to the slaughter palace and the ancestral city of Xizhou!" Tan Yun said.

"Okay." Fang Zixi told Lu Jundaozu while fighting, "Be careful."

"Don't worry, look at the entire palace, no one is my opponent." After Tan Yun said in a proud voice, he waved his right arm, releasing an ancestral force, rushing towards the gate of the palace.

"Boom!"

When the temple door opened, Tan Yun kicked the silver spear that fell on the ground with his right foot. The silver spear carried a stream of blood, pierced through Liu Wenhu's huge head, flew out of the temple door, and fell with a "bang" fall in front of the crowd.

"This is..." When Xiao Li frowned and muttered to himself, the Liu family who was beside him made a big offering, his white eyebrows twitched, his eyes widened, and he stared at the head, screaming, "This is our master!"

"Damn, who killed our master!"

Hearing this, the millions of people present were completely stunned. In their hearts, they really couldn't figure out who would dare to kill Liu Wenhu. You must know that Liu Wenhu's identity is not simple!

He is not only the head of the largest family in the ancestral dynasty of Xizhou, but also the biological father of Empress Liu!

"It's me!" An indifferent voice came from the Nine Great Emperors Hall.

Everyone looked at the prestige, but saw a white-haired youth with a height of 360,000 feet and bruises all over his body, holding a colorful spear and stepping out of the hall.

"You... Who are you?" The Liu family worshipped, looked at Tan Yun, and found that Tan Yun was only at the sixth level of the Dao Emperor Realm, and his voice became a little higher.

"Who am I? Haha!" Tan Yun sneered: "You are not qualified to know!"

"Om-"

When the void was like water ripples, Tan Yun's body shrank suddenly, and after returning to his normal height, he stepped on the ground and his speed increased sharply.

"So fast..."

This is the last thought of the big worship before his death. Tan Yun was so fast that he couldn't react at all, so he was pierced through his head by Tan Yun's colorful spear, and his soul fetus was destroyed and died!

"Great offering!"

"Great offering!"

At the fifth, fourth, and third levels of the Taoist Ancestor, Tan Yun waved his right arm and shook the seven-colored spear, shaking the corpse of the worshiper behind, sweeping away thousands of troops towards the two of them.

"The third one, get away!" The quick-responding second worshiper, after narrowly avoiding it, wanted to remind the third worshiper, but unfortunately the third worshiper's head had been blown up.

"Marshal Xiao, kill him!" Er Feng reminded in horror.

Xiao Li, who was relieved, burst out with the aura of the seventh level of the Dao Ancestor Realm. He and the other nine Dao Ancestor Realm marshals flickered in afterimages, surrounding Tan Yun.

"Tell me, who are you? Why do you want to kill!" Xiao Li stared at Tan Yun as if he was facing an enemy, and asked loudly.

"That's a good question." When Tan Yun spoke, it became the voice of Marquis Shenwu.

"Master Hou, why are you?" Xiao Li didn't dare to believe: "Master Hou, why did you want to kill the father of the emperor!"

"Master Hou, I understand, are you trying to oppose it?"

"Treachery?" Tan Yun stared at Xiao Li fiercely, and smiled angrily: "Listen to me, I'm not Xiao Zhang, my name is Tan Yun, the Holy Son of Tianmen Shrine!"

Tan Yun glanced at the ten marshals, his eyes bloodshot, "In the beginning, you ten scumbags slaughtered countless disciples of my Tianmen Shrine, and today I will make you die!"

Hearing this, Xiao Li and other ten marshals were shocked. They never thought that the true identity of Marquis Shenwu was actually the Holy Son of Tianmen Shrine.

"Okay, very good!" Xiao Li's face was hideous, "Since you are the remnant of Tianmen Shrine, and you are still injured, I don't believe that our ten marshals can't kill you!"

"Also, if the marshal is not mistaken, the colorful spear in your hand should be the immortal spear, right?"

Tan Yunyin measured and said: "It's not supposed to, but it is!"

As soon as the words fell, Tan Yun took the lead and took the lead, holding the colorful spear, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"call out!"

The next moment, the colorful spear suddenly stabbed towards Xiao Li's chest from under the night sky!

"Why are you so fast!" Xiao Li exclaimed, blocking with his sword, and at the same time, shouting at the nine marshals, "Hurry up!"

"it is good!"

"Let's kill him together!"

"kill him……"

"..."

The nine marshals hit it off immediately, and they all brought out their divine swords and brought up one after another violent sword beams to kill Tan Yun!

Outside the Hall of the Nine Five Great Emperors, the generals and the golden armored guards were so frightened that they fled everywhere. They were not stupid. They knew very well that the Dao Ancestor Realm was capable of fierce battles, and it was only Yu Wei who could tear themselves into pieces.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

Outside the Hall of the Nine Five Great Emperors, the void collapsed one after another, and the bright and domineering sword lights of different Taoist ancestors devoured the night sky and Tan Yun.

"Hongmeng Divine Walk!"

Tan Yun held the colorful divine spear, flashing rapidly from the sword beams, easily dodging all the attacks of the ten marshals, and instantly appeared in front of Xiao Li.

"You are only at the sixth level of the Dao Emperor Realm, why are you so powerful!"

Xiao Li's eyes were terrified, and in a desperate roar, Tan Yun kicked his right knee.

The moment Tan Yun put away the colorful divine spear, the Hongmeng Slaying Divine Sword emerged out of thin air from his right hand, and blood flashed, cutting off Xiao Li's left leg.

"No!" After Xiao Li collapsed in a pool of blood, Tan Yun smashed his ribs again with one foot, and his internal organs were severely injured, and blood gushed from his mouth.

"Hey!" Tan Yun flicked his fingers, and an ancestral force shot into Xiao Li's eyebrows. After imprisoning his spiritual pond, he performed the Hongmeng Divine Step, as if nine Tan Yun appeared in the void at the same time, with a nine-peng sword curtain, Shrouded the nine marshals.

"Do not……"

"Forgive me!"

"Don't kill me..."

The terrified screams of the nine marshals cut through the night sky, accompanied by Tan Yun's endless chilling voice, "You slaughter my Tianmen Shrine, and I will abolish your hands, this is fair!"

But it was Tan Yun who cut off the hands of the nine marshals, and then cut off the legs of the nine men.

"Plop, plop-"

The nine people who lost their limbs fell outside the hall, wailing in pain.

Tan Yun flicked his right arm lightly, and the nine ancestors shot into the eyebrows of the nine people. After imprisoning the nine people's spirit pool, Tan Yun took the nine people and Xiao Li into the Panjun Tower. "Jin Ni, Mu Xin, and Qing Ying, wash the palace for me, except for the people from the Seventh Princess Mansion!"