Chapter 590 The Confused Ling Xiaoran

However, at the next moment, everyone was horrified to see that the master of the celestial level, the dignified elder of Yuantianmen, his body made a sound like a rotten tree breaking.

Immediately afterwards, the person who had been sucked so old that he couldn't grow old began to shatter from his feet, and fell off into small pieces. A person who was fine before turned into a pile of bones in an instant.

In everyone's horror, a gust of wind blew, and these shattered bones turned into slag and scattered into powder.

A heaven-level powerhouse who had practiced for thousands of years disappeared in this world inexplicably. Except for a pile of clothes on the ground, there was not even powder left.

"You...you actually killed my son! I'm going to kill you! Kill you—"

The black-clothed leader in the distance vomited blood and howled in grief.

"You were going to kill me, didn't you originally want to kill me? Don't tell me that you were going to be friends with me! Although I am a three-year-old child, I will not be fooled so easily !"

"Fuck me! Kill him! Kill him—"

The leader in black screamed, cried and roared, but the remaining killers in black were completely overwhelmed by Ling Xiaoran and Dudu.

Among their group of people, there are only two masters at the elementary level of the heavens, and the rest are half at the earth level and half at the peak of the Xuan level. It can be said that in order to hunt and kill Ling Xiaoran, Yuan Tianmen has already taken out a quarter of the sect's masters. One's strength.

But even two heaven-level juniors were instantly killed by each other, what can they do with more than 20 earth-level fighters?

So everyone can't control so much anymore, escape is the most important thing at this time. They want to tell the leader about today's weird incident, and they will never deal with Ling Xiaoran again. They were scammed!

Seeing the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, Dudu yelled in the barrier: "Master, don't let them go."

As soon as the voice fell, those earth-level and mysterious-level warriors who fled from all directions screamed at almost the same time, and then were bounced back.

"Master, you've done a good job. To the enemy, that's how it should be!" Dudu praised loudly.

Ling Xiaoran looked at Dudu speechlessly: "Disciple, do you think that your master and I are really a good old man who doesn't distinguish between enemies and friends, and throws stones at his own feet?"

Dudu glanced at Ling Jiawen, and then the two children nodded at the same time.

Ling Xiao ran silent...

He is not good!

He was wrong!

He actually left such an impression on his apprentice and his great-grandson.

"Kill!"

"kill him!"

Those killers bounced back by the barrier shouted and attacked Ling Xiaoran from the air, the ground and the ground at the same time. Since there was no escape, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go all out.

With a wave of his sleeves, Ling Xiaoran threw away several prefecture-level mid-level masters, and then said to Dudu and Ling Jiawen: "The reason why you have such an illusion as a teacher is because the injuries on your body have reached the point where you can't handle it. The extent of using force with others is why the teacher calms things down. But now that the injuries on the teacher's body have been suppressed, it is not necessary to look at people's faces when doing anything. Do you understand?"

Dudu and Lingjiawen nodded one after another, and said in unison: "Master (Master) is the best!"

Ling Xiaoran nodded, and finally regained some face in front of his apprentice.

One of the two heaven-level masters has become a dead person, and the other is lying on the ground half dead. Don't even think about killing a sky-level high-level master.

"Master, don't kill them!"

Seeing those earth-level and mysterious-level masters being beaten far away by the master one by one like sandbags, Dudu was afraid that these masters would all be killed.

"Teacher, can you still absorb it?" Ling Xiaoran was terrified.

A child at the level of a martial sage has already sucked a sky-level master into ashes. He wants to make a quick decision, fearing that this disciple will suffer from indigestion for a while. The internal strength of a mysterious master.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Master!" Dudu nodded happily.

"You... don't suffer from indigestion?"

"No, no, Master is worrying too much." Dudu shook his head quickly.

"Say it earlier!" After finishing speaking, a white ray of light suddenly emitted from Ling Xiaoran's body, and the ray of light spread out in all directions with him as the center.

A wave of light dissipated, except for Dudu and Lingjiawen in the barrier who were not affected, all the others let out a scream, and then fell to the ground.

Ling Xiaoran came to Dudu and Ling Jiawen, put away the barrier around them, and Dudu immediately asked, "Master, are they still alive?"

"not dead."

"Okay, then I'll go."

"Brother Xiaoli, wait for me!"

Ling Jiawen quickly followed with short legs.

Dudu came to the nearest profound practitioner, glanced at him, then squatted down, and put his hands on the opponent.

Ling Xiaoran was also interested in this unheard-of absorbing technique, and came to Dudu to look carefully at the doorway.

"Don't...don't...you let it go..."

As soon as the black-level martial artist opened his mouth, before he could finish his sentence, Dudu began to absorb all the internal strength of the opponent's body very neatly.

A heaven-level super expert, Dudu only took a cup of tea to absorb it, and a Xuan-level, that is simply not enough.

Just as the Xuan-level master spoke for a while, the whole person quickly shriveled, and the voice fell, and the Xuan-level warrior was too thin to speak anymore. Afterwards, his hair fell and his face grew old. In half a minute, the Xuan-level warrior had already become a pile of ashes.

"Okay, next one."

Dudu stood up, Ling Xiaoran and Ling Jiawen moved away after him, and the ashes of the mysterious warrior were blown away by the wind.

Ling Xiaoran stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of ashes in the air, seeing the ashes that were not prickly at all, softer and more delicate than flour, Ling Xiaoran was horrified.

"Dudu, wait a minute." Ling Xiaoran stopped his apprentice.

"Um?"

When Dudu turned around, Ling Xiaoran's hand had already grasped his pulse.

Dudu smiled, but Ling Xiaoran was dumbfounded.

This brat, with the strength of a mere martial saint, has absorbed the internal energy of so many masters who are enough to explode him, but only after he felt his pulse did he realize that there is not even a trace of countercurrent in his body.

He really wanted to know where Dudu absorbed the internal power of these masters, but everyone has their own secrets, although this is his apprentice, and his apprentice has a lot of secrets, but he But he didn't intend to ask.

"It's fine." Ling Xiaoran said something, and then accompanied Dudu to start a circle around the venue.

Dudu turned around and saw that Ling Jiawen didn't follow them, and asked, "Xiao Wen, what's wrong with you?" Ling Jiawen murmured and said, "Brother Xiaoli, although they are villains, I think it's good for them. cruel……"