Boom!
Buzz —
Ling Yan was punched in the temple by Ye Qinghan. His head buzzed, and he lost consciousness. He fell from the mountain peak to the ground. His powerful body broke a rock, and his head hit the ground hard. His head almost exploded.
At that moment, Jiang Jingtian's spear broke the void and pierced through Ling Yan's chest, stabbing into the ground.
Hum —
Gu Qingyu's sword pierced through the clouds, piercing through Ling Yan's palm.
Lin Wutian, Sky Sword Body, Desolate Lord Ye, Xiaoyue, and Li Feng pierced through Ling Yan's arms and legs.
Ling Yan was too strong. If he was given a chance, he could turn the tables.
With so many strong people suppressing Ling Yan, plus Ye Qinghan's punch, Ling Yan quickly woke up. His face was ferocious, and he struggled angrily, glaring at Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan jumped down and punched Ling Yan's stomach. Ling Yan's body twitched, and his body was pushed under the rock.
Puff —
Ling Yan spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which turned into a blood sword and rushed into the sky. The light in his eyes began to fade, and he was extremely tired.
He was indeed strong. With so many strong people and so many pseudo world weapons, if he hadn't made a wrong bet, Ye Qinghan wouldn't have attacked, and he wouldn't have lost so badly. He might even have had a chance to escape.
"I can still attack without the power of the Desolate God. Ling Yan, you didn't expect to die at my hands, did you?" Ye Qinghan stared at Ling Yan. He didn't hate him because he was loyal to Xue Wudi. However, he had killing intent, and it was very firm because he had killed countless people of the wilderness, including Yan Ao.
"Wasteland Master … just kill me!" Ling Yan dispiritedly stopped struggling. He couldn't even be bothered to struggle against Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan shook his head and squatted beside Ling Yan. He whispered, "Don't worry. Answer a few of my questions, and I won't humiliate you. I'll let you die with dignity."
Ling Yan's mouth was bleeding. He lay on the ground, unable to move. His handsome face looked tired, as if he had been freed.
"Ask away. I only hope that Desolate Lord can spare some of my Ling Clan's children and leave behind a line of inheritance." Ling Yan closed his eyes and replied.
His palm was pierced through, his chest was pierced through, and even his legs were nailed to the ground. Blood flowed like a river, and his life force was quickly dissipating. However, Ling Yan was an expert, one of the third row of experts on the pyramid. If Ye Qinghan was careless and allowed him to escape, he could still survive.
Ling Yan's entire body was trembling. It was a piercing pain that came from his soul, not fear.
"Sure, one question is worth ten lives. It's up to you whether you want to answer or not. Tell me, how did Yan Ao die? Who killed the Dragon of Resentment? "Ye Qinghan's voice was gloomy and filled with sorrow. It was enough to make one's nose turn sour.
When Ling Yan heard Ye Qinghan mention Yan Ao, his entire body twitched. He opened his eyes and stared at Ye Qinghan. The light in his eyes was scattered, as if he was recalling the events of the past. He was also a little sad. Perhaps it was because he recognized and respected heroes. In the entire era, he might not be convinced by the Seven Realms Lords, or even the Desolate Lord, but he admired Yan Ao. Because in terms of leading troops, only Yan Ao could suppress him. Even though he was the one who killed Yan Ao, it was a situation that was caused by the accumulation of human lives.
"He … is a hero. He fought until there was not a single soldier left. He was killed by the combined efforts of my ten great generals. He died a happy death. I definitely did not desecrate his corpse or spirit. Don't worry, Desolate Lord." Ling Yan said firmly.
"Where's his corpse?" Ye Qinghan asked in a deep voice.
"I buried him in a mountain in the Desolate Wasteland. It's called the Loyal Monarch Mountain. I believe you should know this mountain." Ling Yan replied without hesitation.
"Many thanks!"
Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed with a hint of emotion. To be able to go this far in a war between two armies that were mortal enemies, Ling Yan's breadth of mind was indeed admirable.
"Who killed the Dragon of Resentment? Who tore off his spine? Why is it in the hands of that Lich? "Ye Qinghan asked coldly.
Ling Yan was puzzled at first. After pondering for a long time, he murmured, "From what I know, the Dragon of Resentment was killed by the Divine Martial Saint. As for his spine, I don't know why it would appear in the hands of that Lich."
Ye Qinghan went silent. The valley was deathly silent. That huge wolf also didn't dare to move. It had been lying on the ground not far from Ye Qinghan.
Ling Yan took the initiative and said, "Continue asking. As long as I know, I will tell you everything!"
One question was worth ten lives. Ling Yan also hoped that Ye Qinghan could ask a few more questions. He absolutely believed that other than the lives he had fought for, Ye Qinghan would definitely kill the entire Ling Family. Because the hatred was deeper than the sea and higher than the sky!
"In the Nine Worlds, other than the Snow Country and the Divine Realm, are there any other Great Desolate Prisons? Could it be that countless people of the Great Desolate Wasteland were all killed by you? "Ye Qinghan asked with a frown.
When the Great Desolate Prison was mentioned, Ling Yan's eyes flashed. He seemed to have thought of something. He struggled but couldn't sit up. He could only lie down and say, "How many lives is this question worth?"
"How much do you think it's worth?" Ye Qinghan raised his eyebrows and asked.
"The lives of all the children under the age of 18 in my Ling Family!" Ling Yan said firmly.
When a lion asked for an exorbitant price, there was naturally good news. Ye Qinghan wasn't afraid of Ling Yan asking for a price. He was afraid that he wouldn't ask. At this moment, he felt inexplicably relaxed. He nodded and said, "Allowed!"
Ling Yan finally revealed a smile and said, "Desolate Lord, maybe things aren't as bad as you think. Although there is only one Great Desolate Prison, as the Realm Lord of the Seven Realms, you gave face to Jian Bugui and allowed him to take away the children of the Great Desolate Wasteland. As for the exact number, I don't know."
Hu hu hu!
Ye Qinghan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. Knowing this was enough! He didn't expect Jian Bugui to take away a group of children of the Great Desolate Wasteland. This could be considered good news. Jian Bugui didn't tell him because he wanted to protect those people and didn't want them to participate in the war.
"Thank you for providing me with this good news. Mister Ling Yan, you can go down and accompany Yan Ao. Help me pass a message. I will let the Realm Lord of the Seven Realms go down and kowtow to him!" Ye Qinghan grinned. His expression was cold and cruel to the extreme. His bones were filled with hatred and evil.
Ling Yan looked at Ye Qinghan's outstretched hand. He wasn't afraid. Instead, he felt a sense of relief. He asked expectantly, "Desolate Lord, please bury me in Mount Zhongjun! I can die without regrets. "
"Alright!"
Ye Qinghan reached out and grabbed Ling Yan's neck. With a clench of his iron hand, he broke Ling Yan's neck. A wave of destructive Qi flowed from his throat to Ling Yan's soul and limbs.
Ling Yan's face twisted. He struggled in pain for a while. The luster on his body disappeared. His corpse was stiff and his eyes were wide open. It was very terrifying.
Ye Qinghan waved his hand and closed Ling Yan's eyes. He waved his hand and gave Ling Yan's sword to Lin Wutian. Then, he put Ling Yan's corpse into the Great Wasteland Stele. Deep in his heart, he also hoped that these two Military Saints would be buried together. If there really was a so-called destination for souls, a transcendent hell, he hoped that they would meet again.
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