"I'll say it one last time, and you execute it!"

Not wanting to waste time, Luo Liuyin emphasized.

Why does he hate these senior members of the clan so much?

Some people feed on young boys and girls from the tribe's branches and practice some forbidden techniques.

He is covered in human skin, but what he does is worse than that of unintelligent animals.

Some people regard the women of low status in the clan as forbidden food, do not care about blood relationship, and abuse them at will just to satisfy their perverted lust.

During the ancestral trial many years ago, Luo Liuyin learned about this from a female genius from the same clan. He also saw the slave mark engraved on her body. It was hard to imagine that this was something that the high-ranking members of the clan could do.

Some people keep saying that they are doing it for the development of the ethnic group, but in fact, everything they do is to satisfy their personal desires, they bully the weak and their hands are stained with the blood of thousands of innocent people.

Luo Liuyin wanted to completely cleanse the entire tribe, and would never retreat even if only a few people were left.

Time passed by little by little, and the pressure came to Luo Yanchen.

No one could stand the almost insane Luo Liuyin, not even Luo Yanchen, who had reached the late Quasi-Emperor stage.

If Luo Yanchen really kills these pillars of the tribe with his own hands, his prestige will no longer exist, and each branch will not be able to function normally, and will be in danger.

If he didn't take action, he would have to fight Luo Liuyin. It would be fine if he could suppress him, but if he couldn't, the result would be even more troublesome.

At this moment, Luo Yanchen was in a dilemma.

Luo Liuyin's action was intended to disgust Luo Yanchen.

Over the years, Luo Yanchen has turned a blind eye to various things and will not show up as long as it does not touch the fundamental interests of the ethnic group.

"You have to be careful about what you do. You can't act so rashly. For the future of the tribe, think twice before you act."

Luo Yanchen still wanted to give advice.

"The future of the Linqian Imperial Clan has nothing to do with me."

Luo Liuyin, covered in blood, sneered.

In the past, the Ninth-Rank Lotus Platform would have definitely stepped in to stop Luo Liuyin's behavior. But now, the Emperor Weapon Lotus Platform has completely belonged to Luo Liuyin, and there is no resistance at all.

In other words, the Ninth-Rank Lotus Platform is now Luo Liuyin's personal property and has nothing to do with the Linqian Imperial Clan.

Since Luo Yanchen was hesitant, Luo Liuyin would not waste his breath talking to him.

Luo Liuyin was seen stepping on the ninth-grade lotus platform, floating over from the depths of the ancestral land. He held up a knife in his right hand, and his pressure surged like a sea wave, rushing towards everyone, making them feel suffocated.

"If you don't obey, then... die!"

If the Linqian Imperial Clan does not change, Luo Liuyin does not mind destroying it. With a loud shout, the knife was fierce.

Then, he raised the knife and swung it, slashing hard at Luo Yanchen who was leaning on a crutch.

The nine-level lotus platform under his feet began to glow a little again.

The patterns of the weapons are slightly different from the past and are interwoven throughout this ancestral land that has turned into ruins.

"presumptuous!"

If he had known that Luo Liuyin was so crazy, Luo Yanchen might as well have suppressed him at the very beginning. At this moment, Luo Liuyin, driving the ninth-grade lotus platform, was really difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, Luo Liuyin was seriously injured in the process of erasing the mark of the ancestor, and it must be difficult for him to mobilize the true energy of the ninth-grade lotus platform.

"Go back!"

The rest of the people didn't have the courage to stand there and watch the show, so they ran out of the ancestral land like crazy.

Luo Yanchen had to give his all and could not be distracted to protect others.

Back then, in the Ninth Heaven Dojo, Luo Yanchen truly realized the horror of Chen Qingyuan and got a chance to break through. Afterwards, for the future of the Linqian Imperial Clan, he was willing to give more than half of the clan's resources to Qingzong and even knelt down to apologize and thank him.

Luo Yanchen attaches the utmost importance to the interests and safety of the ethnic group and will not allow Luo Liuyin to do whatever he wants.

Although Luo Yanchen really didn't want to fight, he had no choice but to do so.

"Swish swish..."

The elders of the tribe rushed out of the ancestral land one after another, their faces filled with fear and panic.

An extreme chill filled everyone's body, causing them to shiver subconsciously. Their faces became uglier than each other, and their hearts were in turmoil, unable to calm down.

"The ancestor will definitely be able to suppress this bastard Luo Liuyin!"

Things have come to this point, some people wish to kill Luo Liuyin, and there is no respect in their words.

"I tried several times but was unable to get in touch with the ancestral device."

The clan leader hadn't spoken a word just now. After confirming that he had lost contact with the ancestral artifact, his face became gloomy and he looked even more worried.

"try again!"

Everyone suppressed their inner restlessness and immediately united together, trying to take back control of the ancestral weapon.

He kept trying, using the secret methods passed down from his ancestors.

A moment later, the clan leader and others suffered the backlash of the secret technique. They spat out a mouthful of thick blood, their faces turned pale, and they could not utter a word.

failed!

An indescribable feeling of panic swept over everyone present.

They stared at the direction of the ancestral land, praying that the ancestor could control the situation and prevent it from getting worse.

Especially those elders who were specifically targeted for death by Luo Liuyin, placed all their hopes on the ancestor, feeling uneasy and praying constantly.

"Activate the clan protection formation."

The patriarch had a gloomy face and gritted his teeth as he gave the order.

For safety reasons, activate the clan protection formation.

The elders had no objections and immediately activated the formation.

"Rumble--"

The battle in the ancestral land must have been very fierce. The residual power broke through the endless void and broke through the numerous barriers, causing the stone door at the entrance to tremble violently, causing the people outside the door to bear a very strong impact and be forced to retreat. The fear lingering in their hearts became stronger and stronger.

As the war intensified, the main city of the Linqian Emperor clan began to become chaotic. The middle and lower classes of the clan were still unclear about what was happening, and there was a lot of discussion and noise.

A few days later, the stone gate leading to the ancestral land was blasted into pieces by a powerful force.

Two bloody figures rushed out almost at the same time. The terrifying pressure that swept over flattened many palaces and mountains in the imperial clan's main city. Thousands of clansmen were affected. Some vomited blood, while others had their bodies crushed to pieces and died on the spot.

Fortunately, there was a blockade of the clan protection formation, otherwise the number of casualties would have been at least ten times higher.

"You're crazy!"

High above the main city of the imperial clan, Luo Yanchen had several hideous wounds on his body. He stared at the person in front of him, murderous intent rising in his heart, and he shouted harshly.

"Old man, I originally wanted you to watch the changes in the Linqian Imperial Clan. Now I have changed my mind, and I must kill you!"

There was a piercing wound on Luo Liuyin's chest, and his internal organs had turned into a pool of mud. This injury came from the crutch in the old man's hand, and even though it was very serious, it still couldn't stop Luo Liuyin's steps.

He was wearing a blood-stained robe, like a god of death who had walked out of the eighteen levels of hell. He felt no pain, and scenes from his past experiences in the trial ground kept appearing before his eyes.

The evil spirit is overwhelming and the devil descends from the sky.

The people in the tribe looked up, all breaking out in cold sweats, and some even lost their minds and fainted on the spot.