As soon as Qingxuan's words fell, the woman with a foot on the flying sword heard the word "Ma Liang" in the Temple of War, her complexion changed, her face was uncertain, she gritted her teeth, stopped, turned and flew in. This woman is a young woman. Dressed up, round and jade, natural appearance, but seeing her finger like cutting green onion roots, her mouth is like Zhu Dan, slender and slender, floating like a small step.
This woman is the little junior sister Xu Si who has been obsessed with Ma Liang for a long time, even on the battlefield outside the territory.
First, she made a blessing to Qingxuan, then looked at Wang Lin with indifferent eyes, her lips were closed, and she said coldly: "Where is the villain, who dare to pretend to be a person from my Temple of War, Brother Qingxuan, Please also help me kill this person." After she finished speaking, she slapped her storage bag, and a two-inch-long black feather needle appeared in her hand. She shook her wrist slightly, and the feather formation immediately shook towards Wang Lin like a rainstorm. Come.
The feather needles became bigger in the wind, with grey awns, turning into black rain, like the help of the wind, shooting towards Wang Lin with the overwhelming force.
Qing Xuan was startled, did not make a move but stepped back a few steps, staring at Wang Lin coldly, without saying a word.
Wang Lin's expression was calm, sarcasm flashed from the bottom of his heart, and with a flick of his sleeves, the air turned into an invisible hand. With a vicious grasp, he easily grasped the flying feather needles without any omission. He With a light hum, erased the spiritual consciousness on it, and put it in the storage bag with a flat expression.
The bright and enchanting face of the young woman immediately turned white, her lips like a cherry blossom of blood shed a ray of blood, her body swayed lightly, and the flying sword under her feet was suddenly dimmed. Her expression was shocked, staring at Wang Lin with an incredible color. In her impression. It is impossible for Ma Liang to have such an ability. Ignoring her magic weapon, she can actually erase the divine consciousness on the magic weapon like an understatement, which caused a huge wave in her heart.
At this moment, three sword lights flew quickly from the position of the war temple of the cultivator army, and three young men appeared after landing. The one in the middle is Yang Xiong.
He glanced at the young woman and turned around to hold his fist to Qingxuan and said, "Daoist Qingxuan has worked hard, Junior Brother Ma Liang is indeed a disciple of my Temple of War.
Qing Xuan glanced at a few people with profound meaning, chuckled and shook his head, and when his body moved, Yu Jian left and flew not far away. He looked back and saw that Yang Xiong was standing next to Wang Lin, with a respectful expression. Seeing this, he couldn't help but was taken aback. After a little thought, he changed his position and flew towards Hetumen's location.
Regardless of others, Yang Xiong stood in front of Wang Lin and whispered: "The master knows the ancestor of Feng Luan? The person on the Wucai Feng car is the ancestor. She told me to pick you up and meet her."
Wang Lin raised his head and glanced at the monks' army that was constantly moving forward. In the center of the Temple of War, there is a colorful phoenix car. There was a woman standing in the car. The woman was dressed in palace costume. It seemed to be aware of Wang Lin's gaze. She turned her head and glanced at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked as usual. Have a good idea. This ancestor of Feng Luan was the young woman who had asked him for Zhou Zihong's soul blood. A little pondered. Wang Lin followed Yang Xiong forward. When passing by Xu Si. Wang Lin gave her a cold look. The consciousness quietly left a trace in her body.
This trace will occur in a month, when the woman will undoubtedly die. Wang Lin has experienced Zhao Guo's dramatic change since. For anyone who is hostile to yourself. Regardless of men and women. They all cut the weeds and roots. Kill everything in the bud. Since Xu Si took the shot first. No wonder he was ruthless.
Yang Xiong leads the way in front of Wang Lin. He whispered: "Lin Tao was caught by the ancestor of Feng Luan when rubbing the map. The map is now in the hands of the ancestor. Lin Tao is also punished. If it weren't for this migration, I'm afraid it would be imprisoned for ten years."
Wang Lin looked as usual. But the inner vigilance became stronger, and Yang Xiong quickly flew close to the Wucaifeng car. After approaching. Yang Xiong slowed down a few steps. Wang Lin looked calm. Cross Yang Xiong and fly onto the float. Landed across from the woman. Holding a fist, respectfully said: "Wang Lin sees his predecessors."
The woman retracted her gaze on the battlefield ahead. After looking at Wang Lin a few times. The voice said softly: "Wang Lin, is your real name?"
Wang Lin nodded and said nothing by default. There are too many people named Wang Lin. There is really no need to conceal this kind of thing. If the other party notices it, it would be bad.
The young woman looked at the cultivating cultivators around her, and she was silent for a while, and said: "At this time, the country is in danger, and there will be a big battle after arriving in the Xuanwu country. All of your things will be canceled here. You don't need to let go In my heart. If someone makes trouble for you, I will keep you safe, but I can only help you once. After one time, you will save Zihong and it will be over."
As soon as Feng Luan’s words fell, the sky and the earth suddenly went dark. I saw ten huge volcanoes on the battlefield in the distance, which were broken from the ground by the magical force of the primordial infant stage cultivators, and then they rose into the air and threw them fiercely. , The fire beasts retreated wherever they went, some of them couldn't dodge, and they were immediately smashed to pieces by the giant peak, making them bloody.
Taking advantage of the impact of the mountain peak clearing the way, the monks seized the opportunity and rushed out like bamboo. The fire beasts that chased Wang Lin amounted to about 20,000, and a gap was opened by the monks.
Swords of light came out immediately, once there was a gap, the fire beast's defeat became inevitable. The purpose of the cultivator's army was not to destroy the opponent, but to rush out of the encirclement.
Feng Luan stared at the battlefield in the distance, and the Feng Cha suddenly accelerated under him, and rushed out following the monks' army.
The sixteen fire beasts were dragged by the masters of the Yuan Ying stage, and roared again and again, and finally stopped one after another. They stared at the army of monks that were going away, and then they folded their hands together in a strange posture. The sound different from the roar just now came from their mouths.
Immediately afterwards, red filaments scattered from the top of their heads, gathered together on the top, and finally formed a ring of fire. As soon as the ring of fire appeared, the faces of the sixteen giant beasts immediately showed a pious color, and they whimpered. Roar.
Their bodies were thinning rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and bursts of dark red light beams emerged from their bodies and merged into the ring of fire.
This process lasted for nearly an hour, during which some monks noticed the abnormality and turned around to stop them, but just less than a hundred meters away, they were immediately hit by a devastating energy, which instantly turned into fly ash. No monk came over.
After an hour, the bodies of the sixteen giant beasts slowly dissipated, and all merged into the ring of fire. The size of the ring of fire did not change, but the color became blood red. In the end, it broke silently and turned into a little bit. The erythema dissipates between heaven and earth.
At this moment, all the fire beasts throughout the territory of Huo Fen Nation stopped all their actions. They knelt on the ground with a whimpering roar in their mouths. Then, one of the fire beasts suddenly fell to the ground, his body twitching continuously. If you look closely, you can see an erythema, appearing on its forehead, its body swells rapidly, and in less than a stick of incense, it quickly grows to a height of ten feet.
Immediately afterwards, one after another fire beasts appeared with red spots on their foreheads and their bodies swelled rapidly. In less than two hours, all the fire beasts in the entire Huo Burning Nation, as if they had all completed a transformation, all became With the size of ten feet, their strength has also increased by more than ten times.
These transformed fire beasts flew up one by one, chasing in the direction where the army of monks disappeared. Gradually, more and more transformed fire beasts joined the chasing team. Spectacular.
Let’s talk about the cultivator army. After the ten primordial infant stage cultivators returned to the team, four of them returned to the position of the God of War. He shouted: "It was you just now that brought the fire beast to you?"
Wang Lin stared at the old man with cold eyes and nodded.
The old man snorted a few times, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed Wang Lin. Standing beside Wang Lin, Feng Luan's complexion darkened, and when he patted the colorful phoenix car, a five-coloured bird emerged from the phoenix car. After a cry, the wings flapped, and a ring of colorful ripples immediately rippled.
The old man took a few steps back, looked at the woman, and said angrily: "Feng Luan, what are you doing? This kid not only took away my disciple from the Temple of War, but also attracted the fire beast just now. Do you know what happened just now? In battle, thousands of my disciples have lost their lives in my country?"
Feng Luan Gu Pan's brilliant face showed a decisive color, and said, "You can't kill him with me."
Zhou Jin stared at Feng Luan gloomily, and after a little silence, said: "This person is neither Ma Liang nor my disciple of the Temple of War. I can not kill him, but it is not my Temple of War and cannot stay here."
Feng Luan turned to look at Wang Lin, and said, "Wang Lin, would you like to be my named disciple?"
Wang Lin hurriedly thanked him and nodded.
Zhou Jin squinted her eyes, revealing a cold light. This Feng Luan's cultivation base was equivalent to him, both in the early Yuan Ying stage, but her double monk Yang Sen was in the middle Yuan Ying stage. In order to offend the two Nascent Soul monks for a trivial matter, it is really not worthwhile, Zhou Jin snorted and said: "Since Senior Sister Feng Luan is willing to accept him as a disciple, I will naturally not pursue it anymore. This person's identity will be held temporarily. Put it aside, now there is a series of battles, with his cultivation base in the middle of the foundation, I am afraid that it will be difficult to ensure safety on the battlefield."
After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
Except for one of the other three Yuanying stage monks flying towards Feng Luan, the other two shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and dispersed. The person who flew to Feng Luan was a middle-aged scribe, and this person was Yang Sen, a middle-Yuan Ying monk who was quite afraid of Zhou Jin.
He glanced at Wang Lin, frowned slightly, Chong Feng Luan sighed: "Mei Luan...Why are you?"
Feng Luan looked at the middle-aged scribes coldly, and said, "If it weren't for him, Hong'er would definitely die on the battlefield outside the territory. If it wasn't for your instructions, how could Hong'er enter that dangerous place?"
The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time, turned around and bowed deeply to Wang Lin. After getting up, he took out a jade talisman from the storage bag and threw it at Wang Lin with his right hand after the last stroke. He said: "This talisman is my early life. For the refined Nascent Soul-level magic weapon, I have recovered my divine consciousness, and your life can be guaranteed in this battle after the refining."