Chapter 929: Slave mark broken
"Patriarch, Daoist friend Long Yunzi can really save our Jinglian Demon Dragon clan, I did not lie, the slave mark on my body...has been lifted by him!"
Long Chan looked excited and said loudly.
"What? The slave mark on you has been lifted! How is this possible?"
As soon as Long Chan's words were uttered, seven or eight spiritual consciousnesses invaded his body.
Long Chan remained motionless.
Although his cultivation base is higher than these people, in fact, his seniority is not high.
Back in the Nether burial pit, he became more and more low-key.
Because Long Chan knew that he could have a chance to go out, naturally, it was also based on the self-sacrifice of the people.
After a careful scan of divine consciousness, the complexions of all the white-robed people changed.
"The slave mark has disappeared, this... how is this possible?"
The white-robed old man's eyes blushed, and his body trembled with excitement.
Millions of years.
Although they are controlled by others, they do not want to escape the sea of suffering all the time.
But the slave mark on their bodies made them slaves forever, unable to stand up.
As a result, they could only obediently refining the corpses inside the Nether burial pit forever.
Tens of thousands of years of resistance have failed one by one.
The Jinglian Demon Dragon clan has now become mechanical and numb.
They knew that the adult behind this slave seal might have reached the realm of the **** emperor in his cultivation.
Therefore, they don't even want to unlock the slave mark for the rest of their lives.
"Long Chan, he is no more than the fourth level of the Divine Venerable Realm, how did he do it?"
The middle-aged man frowned and asked in a deep voice.
Although he believed that Long Chan would not lie, he still found it unbelievable to see Ye Yun's cultivation base so low.
It is simply a fantasy that such a powerful slave mark can be broken on the fourth floor of the God-sovereign realm!
"I do not know either……"
Long Chan spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "Daoist Long Yunzi, with superb swordsmanship and supernatural powers, I am not even an opponent in the Divine King Realm, and I was beaten to death, so I don't know how he broke. Slave print!"
"what?"
"Your cultivation in the Divine King Realm can't beat a fourth-level sword repairman in the Divine Venerable Realm?"
"How can this be?"
Long Chan's words immediately detonated the hearts of these white-robed people in front of them.
Everyone was stunned, looking at Ye Yun in disbelief.
They are really hard to believe.
A pure lotus demon dragon in the **** king realm was not the opponent of a **** king realm sword repair.
The sword repair of this god-sovereign realm was only the fourth-level cultivation base of the god-sovereign realm, and had not yet reached the high level of the god-sovereign realm.
Could it be that.
In this world, is there really a kind of swordsmanship that can surpass so many levels?
"My dear ones, I really didn't lie..."
Long Chan sighed.
Before coming to the Netherworld burial pit, he had already made such preparations in his heart.
"Well, I believe in this Daoist Long Yunzi for the time being, but can you get rid of the slave mark in my body first? Let me give a sample to the other people first, how about?"
The middle-aged man stepped forward and came to Ye Yun's face, and said expectantly.
He hated this slave mark, and he couldn't wait to break it up early and return to his free body.
"Why not?"
Facing the request of the middle-aged man, Ye Yun shrugged and smiled.
He came this time to understand and save the lotus demon dragon clan.
call……
The sky disillusioned eyes were activated, and a powerful force instantly rushed into the middle-aged man's mind.
The middle-aged man was in a daze.
boom!
At this moment, he only felt the mountains and the ground crack in his brain, as if a huge explosion had occurred.
That powerful slave mark was completely shattered.
"Long Yu, how is it?"
Looking at the bewildered middle-aged man, the white-robed old man asked nervously.
A few seconds passed.
Only then did Long Yu return to a normal sober state from that awkward state.
"Patriarch, the slave mark in my body is gone! Haha, that's great, I'm free again!"
Long Yu shouted loudly, shouting to the place of emotion, couldn't help but dance, excited like a child.
hiss!
The faces of the white-robed men onlookers changed drastically, and they all took a breath of air-conditioning.
So simple……
Just get rid of such a powerful slave mark.
The sword repairman in front of me, I have to say...too terrifying, right?
Looking at Ye Yun, the white-robed old man looked in a trance.
At this moment, he very much doubted whether the sword repairman in front of him was a powerhouse in the Divine Sovereign Realm.
But he thought about it, and then he denied this idea.
In the divine soil.
How could a sword repairman in the Divine Sovereign Realm come to save their Clean Lotus Demon Dragon Clan?
Isn't that the right thing to do with those powerful gods and monks in Divine Land?
Absolutely impossible!
The gods in the sacred soil, if they reach the high-level **** king or **** emperor realm, they often stand on the same stand.
No one will betray.
"Daoist Long Yunzi, do you have any requirements for us for the sake of the Demon Dragon Purifying Lotus?"
The white-robed old man walked over, looked at Ye Yun seriously, and asked tremblingly.
When he said this sentence, he was ready in his heart.
As long as the slavery is released, even if the Jinglian Demon Dragon Clan recognizes this white sword repairman as the master, they will be happy.
After all, if they lose their slave mark, they will not have any worry about their lives, and they can continue to practice after breaking through the Divine King Realm.
On the journey of cultivation, there has been a smooth journey from now on, full of infinite light.
"I don't have any requirements for your Jinglian Demon Dragon Clan, and I don't want to give anything in return. As for the specific reasons, you will naturally know later..."
Ye Yun said lightly.
Seeing that these members of the Jinglian Demon Dragon clan have been enslaved to such a deep bone marrow level by the slave seal, that they are so cautious in speaking and doing things.
This made Ye Yun's heart aches.
"Thank you fellow Daoist, Daoist friend, I am unforgettable! If there are any dispatches in the future, I will definitely go through the fire and water, and I will not hesitate!"
The white-robed old man looked excited, and tears poured out.
"Don't be so serious..."
Ye Yun smiled slightly.
In the depths of the eyes, there are countless small purple runes like stars, changing rapidly.
At this moment, he activated the sky disillusioning eyes.
A wave of power instantly fell on several people beside him.
It only took a few breaths.
A loud bang came from these people.
The slave mark is completely broken.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist Long Yunzi!"
The white-robed people who had recovered their freedom were excited one by one, with crystal tears in the corners of their eyes, one after another came over to bow to Ye Yun.
"Let's go..." Ye Yun waved his hand disapprovingly, took a step forward, and landed on the platform in the Netherworld burial pit.
The others hurriedly followed.
After landing on the platform.
The white-robed old man said with a look of excitement: "My dear people, presumably you all know the things above, right?"
"Patriarch, we also paid attention with our divine sense just now, we all know..."
A woman in a white robe said excitedly.
"Then please ask the benefactor to help us get rid of the slave mark in our body, so that our Jinglian Demon Dragon clan will be free from now on!"
The white-robed old man suddenly knelt down, his voice was impassioned, and even his name changed.
With the old patriarch taking the lead, all members of the Jinglian Demon Dragon clan knelt down, including Long Chan.
"good!"
Ye Yun lightly spit out a word.
He was about to cast his disillusioned eyes on the sky, suddenly his gaze condensed, and he saw hundreds of weird monsters with long hairs flying out of the depths of this nether burial pit.
