Chapter 135: Corpse Puppet

The Holy Mountain was the number one force in the Eastern Region.

Their influence was very powerful throughout the entire Daqian Dynasty.

Even the seven provinces of the Eastern Region all respected the Holy Mountain.

No one dared to provoke the authority of the Holy Mountain.

Moreover, among the Four Great Strong Prefectures of the East, West, South, and North, the Holy Mountain also faintly suppressed the other three major forces.

Such a sect was now extending an invitation to Lin Xuan.

As long as Lin Feng nodded, the Holy Mountain would become the most powerful backing for the Leiling Province Lin Family.

"You just need to agree. The troubles your Lin Family faces, my Holy Mountain will smooth out for you. Whether it's the troubles of Leiling Province, Chihuo Province, or even the Capital, once my name, Niu Jiuzhou, is mentioned, I can get a bit of respect."

After saying this, Old Daoist Niu raised his neck and took a few more large gulps of wine.

That small purple gourd seemed to have an endless supply of nectar.

"Do you know what trouble my Lin Family is facing?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.

Old Daoist Niu chuckled and said immediately: "Knowing the information about your Lin Family is not difficult."

"Your Lin Family seems to have wiped out the Haoqi Sect, and it just so happens that this Haoqi Sect is a branch of the Haoran Gate. In this way, you have offended the number one force in the Western Region. It just so happens that I can solve this trouble."

Hearing this, Lin Feng stopped speaking.

This old Daoist didn't even know the trouble the Lin Family was facing!

He knew even less than Mu Wanzhou.

Mu Wanzhou chuckled and teased Old Daoist Niu: "The trouble the Lin Family is facing is likely not the Haoran Gate of Chihuo Province, but the Lin Clan of the Eight Great Families. Do you have the ability to solve that?"

At this time, on the Lin Clan's dragon boat in the sky, Lin Dingtian cast his gaze over.

A sense of oppression struck instantly.

Old Daoist Niu was stunned and said with a strange expression: "Isn't it just killing a few Lin Clan disciples? How about this: let the boy from your Lin Family who uses fire and swords join the Holy Mountain. This Supreme Elder will guarantee them, and your Lin Family will naturally be fine."

These words were said lightly, and the abacus beads were practically hitting Lin Feng in the face.

What kind of strength did the Holy Mountain have?

They actually wanted to swallow the Lin Family's Three Heroes!

The team leaders of all the forces around showed expressions of disdain, but due to Old Daoist Niu's status, they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Mu Wanzhou didn't care about that; she covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

At this time, someone else landed.

It was the team leader of the Yama Hall from the Southern Hun Province.

That team leader was middle-aged; although he didn't carry a coffin like his disciples, there was a thick aura of death on him that made people feel very displeased.

He stepped forward and said indifferently: "Clan Leader Lin, I am Hun Tongyou of the Yama Hall."

"I have come to discuss something with your Lin Family. If the three members of your Lin Family die on Dragon Island, can their corpses be given to my Yama Hall? I am willing to pay a high price to purchase them."

These words made Lin Chaoyang instantly furious. What kind of people were these?

Not to mention taking three closing disciples at once, someone even came to buy corpses and cursed the Lin Family members to die.

It was no wonder the people of the Yama Hall were not liked at all.

It was simply speechless.

Lin Feng's face darkened; he looked coldly at Hun Tongyou and spat out one word: "Scram!"

This team leader of the Yama Hall was not angry; instead, he began to analyze it for Lin Feng.

"The people your Lin Family has offended this time are not few. Lin Yan specializes in killing Lin Clan disciples—look, he has already killed more than thirty."

Speaking of this, Hun Tongyou pointed, and in one of the water ripple mirrors, Lin Yan had killed another Lin Clan disciple.

The imprint on his head was also purple and black.

If he kept killing, he would be another killing god with a black imprint.

"As for Lin Ya, he specializes in finding disciples of the Tai'a Gate; this has already offended the Tai'a Gate to death," Hun Tongyou continued.

Sure enough, the team leader elder of the Tai'a Gate had a terrifyingly dark face, and the gaze he cast at Lin Feng was exceptionally sinister, wishing he could immediately skin Lin Feng and dig out his bones.

At this time, Hun Tongyou pointed to the highest Golden Dragon Boat in the sky, his meaning profound.

"Need I say more? Your Lin Family's little girl has offended the Imperial Family. On this soil, offending the Imperial Family means no one can survive."

This analysis, at first glance, really seemed to be the case.

Even Old Daoist Niu was silent; he suddenly began to deliberate whether he should take in these three geniuses of the Lin Family.

Geniuses were true geniuses, but they were also true disasters.

"So, they are bound to die, even if they can stand out from the Life-and-Death stage."

Hun Tongyou continued: "If you sell their corpses to me, I can give your Lin Family a good price."

After hearing Hun Tongyou finish speaking, the coldness in Lin Feng's eyes could no longer be hidden.

Just then, the water ripple mirror switched to Lin Ya's perspective; opposite Lin Ya was a Yama Hall disciple carrying a coffin.

"Elder Hun, is it?"

"You actually missed one point."

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice contemptuous.

"Oh? Does Clan Leader Lin have any advice?"

Hun Tongyou was already a bit dissatisfied. He had analyzed so much; could it be that Lin Feng still couldn't see the situation clearly?

"The people my Lin Family has offended are more than just these; they also include your Yama Hall."

As the words fell, everyone looked in unison at the water ripple mirror where Lin Ya was, and Hun Tongyou also cast his gaze over.

With just one look, he shook his head slowly and then said: "Clan Leader Lin, your Lin Ya is going to die."

"You are the one who is going to die! Your whole family is going to die!"

Lin Chaoyang was so angry he cursed loudly. Did the people of the Yama Hall all have problems with their brains?

Lin Feng didn't speak, but in his heart, he had already sentenced Hun Tongyou to death.

This person had a very poisonous mouth!

"Clan Leader Lin, how about we make a bet?"

Hun Tongyou continued: "If Lin Ya dies, then you sell the corpse to my Yama Hall; if Lin Ya lives, I will leave immediately."

Mu Wanzhou frowned and secretly transmitted her voice: "Clan Leader Lin, Lin Ya is facing Zhang Wusheng, the chief disciple of the Yama Hall. This child has the cultivation of the Martial Pill Realm Third Layer."

The Yama Hall was worthy of being the number one force in the Southern Region.

Their chief disciple was actually at the Martial Pill Realm Third Layer; Lin Ya running into this person was indeed quite dangerous.

Lin Feng shook his head slowly, his gaze cold: "I will not bet with you using my clan members, but I can tell you, Lin Ya will not die."

As Lin Feng's voice spread.

In the image, Lin Ya had already drawn his sword.

And that chief disciple of the Yama Hall had also put down the coffin he was carrying.

The six eyes met, and the extra pair of hollow eyes were precisely a Corpse Puppet walking out of that coffin!

"The world is full of wonders; I didn't expect there to be a sect that cultivates using corpses."

Lin Ya was quite surprised; he stared at that Corpse Puppet, full of curiosity.

And opposite him, Zhang Wusheng's face was as pale as paper; he said nothing and pinched out a finger seal.

The next moment, green light that made people shudder lit up in the eyes of that Corpse Puppet, and it rushed over instantly.

"Actually using a corpse to fight, you are being a bit disrespectful to me!"

Lin Ya cursed loudly and slashed out with his sword.

With a "clang," the iron sword slashed onto the Corpse Puppet, but it was unable to destroy it.

Moreover, the iron sword in Lin Ya's hand was shaken away.

The Corpse Puppet didn't stop its movements; it rushed over incomparably swiftly, intending to kill Lin Ya in one blow.

"Not good!"

Lin Chaoyang, who was watching the battle, felt fear in his heart. Could it be that Lin Ya was really going to die on Dragon Island? ===== CHAPTER 136 =====