Manke is Zhuo Yang's master, who was originally in Tianqi and was assigned a task by Zhuo Lie.

One is responsible for singing the red face, and the other is responsible for singing the white face.

Manco is a person who specializes in singing white faces, and Zhuo Yang is in trouble here.

Manco will help find the place.

Of course, the main opponent is the Mingyan clan, and other races do not dare to provoke them.

After that, Zhuo Lie came down and made a round.

Zhuo Yang respects Manco very much and has the same braided hairstyle as him.

Manco looked at Zhuo Yang's corpse next to him, his eyes becoming more and more terrifying.

"Feng Lin! You dare to come to my Apocalypse and kill my Sun Race! Have you ever thought about this consequence?"

Manco roared, "Believe it or not, I want the Chinese to be buried with me!"

Feng Lin looked around and found that more and more masters were approaching here.

But there are not many people who can threaten Feng Lin.

"You should all be big figures in Apocalypse and know what happened between me and Apocalypse."

Since Feng Lin dared to appear upright and bright, he had already thought about his words.

"I'll ask you! I Feng Lin and you Tianqi, what is the hatred? You kill me again and again?"

"It was originally because of the Atlantis family, but I tell you, he provoked me first! Death is not a pity!"

"I once applied to Huaxia's Wujie Wujian and asked them to avenge me, but Ji Guangling, a coward, did not dare to agree, for fear of destroying the balance of terror."

"I don't care about the balance of terror! If he doesn't help me, I will quit China's national organization, and I will take revenge myself!"

...

Feng Lin's words made the faces of the many clan heads around him look solemn.

No wonder Feng Lin dared to come to Tianqi upright and bright, but he had already withdrawn from the national organization.

Feng Lin looked around and continued: "If you want to kill Huaxia people, go ahead. I am very welcome. As long as you move them and touch the balance, the Chinese masters will definitely be dispatched, and then I will be safe."

Hearing this, Manco narrowed his eyes slightly, "That is to say, only a few of you who attacked our Apocalypse?"

"Yes, just a few of us, I think it's enough!"

Feng Lin turned his head and glanced at the others, "Everyone, I know that you have no feelings for me. The initiators of everything are the Sun Clan, and I will not kill you."

"But if you are willing to stand with the Sun Clan and kill me, I will definitely fight back."

After Feng Lin finished speaking, he stared at Manco in the distance.

"Hahaha! Laughing off your big teeth, with just a few of you little shrimps, you still want to make waves in the apocalypse!?"

Manco, dressed in golden light, glared angrily, "Since you have come to die, I will send you to hell!"

Boom!

A terrifying golden light hit Feng Lin.

Feng Lin immediately looked at the two people beside him, "If the others don't do it, don't embarrass them!"

While speaking, red and blue flames appeared behind Feng Lin's head.

These flames all wrapped around Feng Lin.

Whoosh!

Feng Lin stepped forward.

"Looking for death! I thought you had reached the point where it turned out to be only Tier 3!"

Manco felt Feng Lin's energy fluctuate, and smiled disdainfully, he raised his hand and pressed it.

Boom!

Feng Lin's Qi Jin was also fully released, and against the opponent's Qi Jin, he moved forward step by step.

The surrounding earth is constantly collapsing and cracking.

A circle of ripples spread in all directions.

Ai Lian and Yaoyao resisted the attacking Qi Jin while observing other people around them.

Afraid that they would take the opportunity to attack.

boom!

Suddenly, as Manco's strength increased further, Feng Lin's body flew out.

hum!

A black shadow flew out of Feng Lin, who was flying upside down, and flew towards Manco again.

Manco quickly raised his hand and slapped the shadow with his palm.

But the black shadow passed through his body like nothingness.

brush!

Feng Lin quickly moved to this shadow.

Condensed an ice sword and slashed hard at Manco's neck.

Manco bent over quickly, dodging the blow.

Boom!

He exploded with energy and distanced himself from Feng Lin.

Yaoyao was a little unbelievable, Feng Lin Mingming was only at the third rank of Dacheng, and he was able to compete with the masters of the eighth rank of Dacheng.

However, in terms of energy, she can still see a big gap.

To know the seventh, eighth and ninth levels, each stage is a gap, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

at the same time.

The depths of the Mingyan clan.

Mo Shi sat on the stone bench and was chatting with his second son Mo Ying, his ninth daughter Mo Xiang, and his granddaughter Mo Jiuyan.

Of course, there are other experts in the Mingyan clan.

However, in his view, the descendants of the same lineage are worthy of trust.

They were discussing about Feng Lin.

But it is far from conclusive.

According to Mo Jiuyan's words, Feng Lin was just pretending, trying to attract attention.

He didn't dare to do anything to the Sun Clan at all.

Suddenly, several people felt the violent shaking of the ruins.

"Patriarch!"

At this moment, a Dacheng seventh-order master appeared in the distance.

"What happened?"

Mo Shi asked in a deep voice.

"It's Feng Lin! He and the Sun Clan fought in the ruins! Zhuo Yang is dead, and he is fighting with Manco!"

The seventh-order old man bowed his head respectfully.

"What? How is it possible!"

Mo Jiuyan patted the table and stood up abruptly, "Are you sure it's him?"

"How could I misread Feng Lin? He was accompanied by two girls, one of whom was the fourth angel of the Dark Order."

The seventh-order old man raised his head and said.

"Go down and tell everyone to stand still, you continue to inquire!"

The black lion waved his hand.

"Yes!"

The seventh-order old man turned around and left.

"Look, I just said, don't underestimate Feng Lin."

Mo Shi glanced at Mo Jiuyan.

"This kid really doesn't play cards according to common sense. He originally planned to delay it for a few days, but I didn't expect him to do it so quickly!"

Mo Xiang held her chin and said in a low voice.

"Father, what should I do?"

Mo Ying asked aside.

"Don't worry, the Sun Race hasn't started yet, why are we in a hurry?"

Mo Shi said lightly.

...

Deep in the sun.

A bald old man with a long golden beard in a white robe came out of a palace.

His name is Kirk.

He is the new ninth-order master sent by the Sun Race.

"Don't panic!"

Kirk floated high in the sky and looked around indifferently, "I'll go meet him in person, and the rest of the masters will stay here!"

After speaking, Kirk disappeared into the sky.

"Aita! Why did you come out? Go back now!"

A middle-aged man with short blond hair, looking into the distance.

His name is Roja, and it is Aita's father.

Aita was still dressed as before, wearing a white lab coat with no expression on her face.

"Sister, protecting the Sun Clan is a matter of masters. You, the protected person, don't make trouble."

Beside Roja is a beautiful woman with short blonde hair, who looks somewhat similar to Aita.

Her name is Avic, and she is Aita's genius sister.

"Father, the enemy this time is a bit special, you must not be reckless."

Aita didn't look at Avico next to her, but grabbed Roja's arm and said.

"Sister! Are you planning to keep our family underestimated forever? We should stand up even more at this moment!"

Ai Weike looked a little disdainful, "Not everyone is like you, you are a waste who can't practice!"