"Three thousand two hundred and ninety-eight five thousand..."

When Ling Yun saw the balance of merit value on Li Jiangang's communicator, his eyes suddenly shone: "President Li, don't worry, I, Ling Yun, are definitely not the kind of person without a bottom line, it's impossible for them to want..."

"You just need to transfer the 32,980,000 merit value to me, and keep the rest for yourself."

Li Jiangang's heart is bleeding. So many merit values ​​are equivalent to 3,300 dragon and tiger pills. It is the wealth accumulated by the Kunlun Sword Sect over a hundred years. How many cultivation resources can it be exchanged for?!

His hands were trembling, he refused to transfer money for a long time, and he was still fighting fiercely in his heart, considering whether he was killed by Ling Yun or whether he would emptiate all the century-old foundation of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

But this is money to buy life.

How much is the lives of the three elders of the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple plus the lives of the eighteen Arhats? How much is the lives of the twenty-five masters of the magical power realm in Longhu Mountain?

If your life is gone, what's the use of no matter how many cultivation resources are there?

"Oh, fortunately, there is Kunlun, let's start over from scratch."

In the end, Li Jiangang trembled and transferred all the more than 30 million merit values ​​to Ling Yun's account.

Leave five thousand? Keep it as travel expenses? It’s not embarrassing enough!

"Oh, that's right!"

Ling Yun successfully collected the accounts, and he patted Li Jiangang's shoulder with a smile: "It's fun, it's fun! Take into account the overall situation, this is a qualified and good leader!"

"As the saying goes, the old ones don't go, the new ones don't come. I believe that under your leadership, Kunlun Sword Sect will definitely be able to further carry forward!"

brush!

After Ling Yun finished speaking, his figure disappeared instantly and suddenly appeared in front of the head of Huashan Sword Sect, cutting off the two arms of the head of Huashan Sword Sect with one knife!

Click!

The communicator of the head of Huashan Sword Sect landed on the ground at the same time as his arms!

Hissing!

Lingyun's Qingying Flying Sword and Yin-Yang Gangqi Sword were sacrificed at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the head of Kongtong Sect and Emei Sect, floating and standing still, and the sword energy was cold!

"Well!"

The two of them immediately stopped their hands and felt chill!

Ling Yun glanced at the audience, and he sneered: "Everyone wants to transfer the meritorious value? It's not certain whether I want to leave your lives. Instead, you are protecting your money first!"

"If anyone is not tactful, the head of Huashan Sword Sect will end up! And don't think I can only look at the balance. Next, I will check your transfer records first. Whoever dares to transfer his merit value will be no problem, the price is death!"

It was really because people died of money and birds died of food. After seeing the fate of the Kunlun Sword Sect, several heads of the Wulin Sect and the patriarchs of the ancient martial arts family were secretly transferring money, wanting to transfer part of their communicator's merit value.

But who is Lingyun? Playing with Lingyun is no different from dying.

"Also, although there is no upper limit on your life purchase, there must be a lower limit. If I think it's too little, I'm sorry, you can use the parts on your body to pay for it, both your arms and legs... If you don't want to do this, you should contact your relatives and friends as soon as possible and get the time to borrow, it's still time!"

Everyone looked at each other and was confused!

Now, no one can transfer the meritorious value, and they have to borrow it from their friends!

Ye Tianshui looked in the air and stomped his feet: "Black! It's so terrible! I really want to join this gang! This is a good way to get rich!"

Ye Tianshui said, Damn, I have opened a casino over the years, I am just talking about it! Compared with Ling Yun, he is simply a child playing house.

"Brother, you are so shameless!"

Ye Tian gave Ye Tianshui a white glance. He walked down with his sword and simply stayed away from Ye Tianshui for fear of being beaten.

After Ling Yun instantly shocked the righteous heads of the martial arts world who were smart, he flew back to Li Jiangang and said with a smile: "President Li, look, I'm very fair and I will never let your family suffer a loss!"

Li Jiangang finally fully saw Ling Yun's methods. He was already numb and asked with his eyes drooping, "Then, should I just keep all the things I carry on my body and leave?"

Ling Yun shook his head slightly and said to Li Jiangang: "No problem, but they still have to buy their lives by themselves."

“…”

Li Jiangang wanted to cry without tears, but he could do nothing.

So, each of the remaining eighteen people in the Kunlun Sword Sect lined up to advance and transferred the merit value to Lingyun one by one. These people's realm were above the eighth level of the innate level, and each of them had a merit value of more than 100,000. Each of them dedicated the merit value they had accumulated to Lingyun.

After the Kunlun Sword Sect transferred all the merit points, everyone threw their weapons to the ground, then took off the treasure bags they carried, and reluctantly put them on the ground.

Each of them lowered their heads and felt like they were captured in their hearts.

"Yes, if you are a prisoner, you must have the awareness of being a prisoner. Do you understand if you don't kill the gun?"

Ling Yun smiled and did not forget to sprinkle salt on their wounds. This was something he deliberately did. It was impossible for him to say good things. He wanted to make everyone frightened and remember it forever, and see if they dared to participate in the Demon Subduing Conference in the future.

No one spoke, and he didn't even dare to get angry because Ling Yun's strength was there and he was afraid of being beaten. Moreover, the other party was a living king of hell, and he would kill someone if he had a disagreement.

When everyone in the Kunlun Sword Sect put down the weapons and treasure bags, he didn't pick them up one by one. With just one big move, he put all the weapons and treasure bags on the ground into the Taixu Ring.

"Lingyun, can we leave now?"

Li Jiangang stepped forward with empty hands, and his natal flying sword was naturally taken away by Ling Yun, and asked awkwardly.

"Please."

Ling Yun was very satisfied and said with a smile: "President Li, we will not change our green mountains and rivers, and we hope that you will prepare more and hold the next demon-subduing conference as soon as possible!"

Hearing this sentence, Li Jiangang almost fainted again. He stomped his feet suddenly: "A disciple of Kunlun Sword Sect, come with me!"

Everyone in the Kunlun Sword Sect quickly left the Fenglei Valley.

Compared with the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple and the Shangqing Palace of Longhu Mountain, at least most of the Kunlun Sword Sect left their lives.

"President Li, you can save your life today. After you go back, you must thank your son Li Kunwu very much!"

After Li Jiangang and Kunlun disciples left the Fenglei Valley Basin, Ling Yun sent this sentence into his eardrums.

To be honest, Ling Yun doesn't care much about those merit values. He was able to let the lives of people like Kunlun Sword Sect so easily because Li Kunwu won Ling Yun's favor.

Hearing this sentence, Li Jiangang, who was running rapidly, suddenly stopped, then accelerated again, flew directly in the air, and left the range of Fenglei Valley.

...

Ling Yun searched the Kunlun Sword Sect and asked them to leave Fenglei Valley, and immediately came to the front of the Emei Sect seat.

"I heard that your Emei Sect is similar to Jingxin'an, and you like to meddle in other people's business the most."

Ling Yun stood in front of Xuan Zhenzi, the head of the Emei Sect, calmly put away the Yin-Yang Gangqi Sword and asked lightly: "My Ling family and your Emei Sect have no grudges or grudges, but eighteen years ago, you sent a total of six disciples to attack my Ling family. How many of them are there now? If you have any kind, stand up for me!"

Xuan Zhenzi, the head of the Emei Sect, is a female Taoist nun in her sixties. She said sternly: "Lingyun, I sent all the Emei disciples in your Ling family back then. If you want to kill me, don't make things difficult for me Emei disciples!"

Ling Yun sneered and said disdainfully: "How I want to take revenge, what you said doesn't count. Moreover, don't fill me with big cloves of garlic in front of me, it doesn't make any sense."

Then he glared and said fiercely: "I will only give you one chance. Your Emei Sect will transfer all the merits to me, and then you and the six Emei disciples will stand up and die!"

"Otherwise, I will destroy everyone in your Emei Sect!"

Xuan Zhenzi was extremely sad and angry and said angrily: "Lingyun, are you justifying or not?"

Ling Yun looked at Xuan Zhenzi like a dead dog, and said coldly: "Make reasoning? When you slaughtered my Ling family and forced my parents to swear, did you ever think about whether you were justified or not?!"

brush!

The Human King Seal was sacrificed and instantly turned into a three-meter-meter-a-meter-a-meter-square-meter-like terrain, like Mount Tai, floating above the heads of the twenty-four people of the Emei Sect, and would fall at any time!

"You can taste the feeling of being bullied without reason!"

"I count to three. If you can't make a decision yet, I'll help you make a decision. Do you really think I'll care about your little bit of merit?!"

Xuan Zhenzi was stupid, and everyone in the Emei Sect was stupid.

Ling Yun first avenged revenge, then collected merit points, then collected weapons, and treasure bags. The program still did not change, but Ling Yun was very polite to the Kunlun Sword Sect, and when he arrived at their side, he became domineering.

Sorrow and anger? Useless;

Getting angry? It's useless;

Resist? It’s even more useless;

Either accept or die, everything else is meaningless! Facing absolute strength, everyone was stunned.

At this time, Ye Qingxin suddenly flashed and came to Xuan Zhenzi, facing Ling Yun.

"Lingyun, the Emei Sect has some incense and Shushan. Can you give me some face?"

Ling Yun looked directly at Ye Qingxin and asked very seriously: "I don't know if this face is for Shushan, the Ye family, or you?"

Ye Qingxin sighed secretly and it took a long time to answer: "Give me one."

Ling Yun immediately laughed: "Auntie, since you spoke in person, there is no problem. However, the premise is that the Emei Sect, you have to follow what I just said."

OK, after hearing this, Ye Qingxin immediately knew that her face was not good. She was secretly embarrassed and annoyed, thinking that if she had known this, she might as well not stand up.

Ling Yun and his father Ling Xiao have very different personalities. As long as he wants to do, no one can give him face!

Ye Qingxin knew that it was useless to say more, so she stopped talking, but looked at Xuan Zhenzi and asked her to make her own decision.

Xuan Zhenzi's body shook, her face turned red and white. After a long time, she suddenly gritted her teeth: "We will admit defeat!"

During this demon subduing meeting, Xuan Zhenzi of the Emei Sect was like Master Mijue from Jingxin's Temple. She could be said to have all the outskirts. If they all died here, the Emei Sect would be like being destroyed. The Emei Sect’s thousand-year heritage was destroyed and she could not afford it.

It is better to die seven people than to die twenty-four people.

So, like the Kunlun Sword Sect, everyone in the Emei Sect also transferred all their merits to Ling Yun, threw away their weapons, and unplugged the treasure bag.
To be continued...