The white-haired old man kept stepping back, his eyes showing dreadful warfare, and his hands pinched the tactics to the front for a few consecutive points. Every time he clicked, there would be a roar from his body, resisting the strength of the remnant night.
This old man's cultivation was extremely amazing, and Wang Lin's remnant night's magical power was not perfect. In the rumbling noise, the old man withdrew thousands of feet away, finally offset the remnant night's power, and dissipated in front of him.
Outside his body, the crimson halo was like blood. Behind him, the halo was even more illusory, turning into a huge size, shaking the earth, the crimson light spreading crazily, covering all directions.
"You took the old man with supernatural powers, and the old man took you too!" The white-haired old man had an extremely solemn expression. At this moment, there was no aging aura in him, and he replaced him. But a shocking cultivation base exploded swiftly, and the scarlet halo behind him became even more bloody, as if pushing his body, causing the old man to rush forward, spanning a distance of thousands of meters, and heading straight to Wang Lin. Come.
Wang Lin's expression was calm, his body's vitality was in the remnant night, and there was not much left, but in his eyes, there was the same war spirit, especially on the center of his eyebrows, the star of the rules of artistic conception flashed out quickly Rotating, along with its rotation, at this moment, the heaven and the earth's elemental force madly condensed towards Wang Lin.
With his cultivation base, it is extremely difficult to kill a strong man who is the first declining man, unless the injury is completely recovered, unless he unlocks the seal, no longer restricts his cultivation, and perfectly reaches the realm of broken nirvana. ! It's possible!
But right now, all of this is obviously impossible to do.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and at the moment the white-haired old man came, he raised his right hand and waved in front of him. With this wave, his sleeves flicked. But there is a mighty force that suddenly rises from the illusory sea under the feet.
At the same time, a picture emerged in Wang Lin's mind. In that picture, in an endless ocean, a huge stone gate suddenly stood up, rising to the sky, exuding eternal vicissitudes, as if the world had just opened!
This picture is the Gate of Flowing Moon that he contained in his heart in Fengxian Realm, and took him away!
As the image in his mind appeared, the image quickly replaced Wang Lin's mind, and with a wave of his right hand, the image that was brought into his heart was displayed in the world in a strange way. Among them!
As his right hand waved, the sea roared, the waves rose crazily, and a huge vortex appeared, shaking the earth and the earth. There was a loud rumbling noise, but it was a huge stone gate, which suddenly rushed out of the sea. In an instant, the scene displayed in the world was exactly the same as the picture of his mind!
As soon as this huge stone gate came out, there was an indescribable pressure covering the world, causing all the monks who were still immersed in the night to wake up one after another, but the moment they woke up, they fell into it again. Within the shock, they looked at the stone gate in the sea, and the feeling of time filled their hearts.
The white-haired old man who came on the impact suddenly stopped, and took a breath, his eyes showed an unbelievable color. He had seen Can Ye, and he had thought that was the limit of Wang Lin's supernatural powers, but right now, in that Shimen The moment he appeared, his mind was shaken. With his cultivation level, he had a clearer sense of the years on the stone gate, and in a faint, he actually felt a little bit bad.
"How could this person possess so many supernatural powers!! From the beginning to the end, he hasn't come up with any magic weapon, just relying on supernatural powers. With such strength, this person is too strong!" The old man took a deep breath. , But the fighting spirit in his eyes is even stronger. His identity in this Promise Sect does not allow him to retreat!
His cultivation level did not allow him to retreat immediately without fighting, even though he vaguely felt that after the appearance of the stone gate, there seemed to be slight changes between heaven and earth.
At the moment that the stone gate broke out of the sea, Wang Lin did not move, but the stone gate swiftly lifted his body under his feet, lowering his head, as if looking down on sentient beings!
Wang Lin’s eyes were calm, there was no color in it, but there was a desolate breath, this breath was like a wind world, thick and unable to dissolve, and even when the stone gate appeared, there was wind whistling. Come. Blowing across the sea, blowing across the stone gate, hovering in the sky and the earth.
Wang Lin's figure was on the stone gate, and the desolation smell was even stronger. He stood there as if standing on the pinnacle of the world, but at this position, except for the sky, it was still the sky, which seemed extremely lonely and lonely.
In this loneliness, that desolation feeling. It's thicker, as if to accompany him, through countless years and eternal fleeting years.
The figure of the white-haired old man whizzed out, the crimson light outside his body flickered crazily, and the ten thousand zhang red ring behind it came along, forming a force of destroying the world and pressing towards Wang Lin. !
Even as he was moving forward, the earth and sea roared, and there was a roaring sound, but it was the real Taibi platform that shattered, and even started to collapse.
This big platform occupies a small half of the cultivation star. At this moment, it collapsed suddenly, turned into rubble, and was involved in the sea. Even the sky was also at this moment. As the old man moved forward, numerous cracks appeared, as if he was about to be caught. Tear!
What was even more shocking was that in this moment, almost all of the monks who were watching around had a bright red dot in the center of their eyebrows. This red dot flashed with red, like the essence of blood in the whole body.
Only a handful of monks, who are working so hard, want to fight against the blood spots that appear on the center of their eyebrows!
This blood spot is where the white-haired old man's life cultivation rules lie. His powerful cultivation base, but at this moment, burst out frantically, stirring the world, and even affecting nearly 100,000 monks around him!
The old man uttered a low drink, and the whole person rushed out again, coming quickly towards Wang Lin. But just as he approached Wang Lin Baizhang, Wang Lin's eyes flashed suddenly, as if he had awakened from those years, lowered his head, his eyes fell on the white-haired old man.
At the moment his gaze fell, the white-haired old man was immediately shocked, but he felt more clearly that the subtle changes between this world and the earth turned out to be time!
"Liu Yue..." Wang Lin's voice was very soft and faint, but at the moment it came out, he merged into the mind of the white-haired old man and affected his memory, causing the old man's body to stop in an instant, and actually floated in the air. Lost in the air, confusion and struggle faintly appeared in his eyes.
Liuyue's magical powers attacked not the body, not the soul, but the memory!
Even when Wang Lin was on his way to the Promise Sect, he gradually discovered that this Liuyue was actually similar to the old man in the Seven Colors Realm with the same skill!
One hundred years!
The movement of the world, at this moment, seems to have become eternal. The flow of the years has become silent, quietly passing, one breath and one breath... In a blink of an eye, ten breaths pass.
The wrinkles on the white-haired old man’s face seem to have disappeared a lot. The struggle in his eyes is even more intense. At this moment, he is immersed in his own memory. Thousands of years are like being blown by the wind. Unrolling, turning relentlessly...
It was not only the memory of the old man alone that turned over, but also the nearly 100,000 monks around him, all the people who had fallen in their hearts, and all the years, thousands of years passed by like a flick of a finger.
Time is eternal, showing a moment of beauty, like a big hand in this world, opening the seal of confusion.
After rest, in a blink of an eye, there are ten breaths again...
The two thousand years of time were unknowingly opened in everyone’s memory, especially the white-haired old man. At the moment of his struggle, his memory flashed relentlessly and quickly. He was in this short twenty breaths. Inside, I recalled for two thousand years.
His cultivation base has also gradually fallen into a slump. With the passing of breath and breath, the old man saw that three thousand years ago, one of his favorite disciples had died in the cracks of the Demon Sect. The remains were not found. Only a broken sword was sent back to the Wuji Sect.
He saw the remnant sword, and the sadness of the year poured into his heart again. He even saw the picture four thousand years ago, and saw that five thousand years ago, he had not yet reached the perfection of the first decline of heaven and man, but was struggling hard, constantly retreating, and resisting the first decline of man that day. , The smell of rotting on myself.
As his memory flipped, he seemed to have returned to the past. The pain that came from his body flooded it like a tide, and his cultivation level, in a flash, returned to five thousand years ago, and quickly dissipated.
He saw himself even more, in that pain, roaring up to the sky, roaring unwillingly, the roaring sound echoed in his mind, but it actually made the struggle in his eyes more intense.
"The old man has practiced the Tao for 19,000 years, and he will never be reconciled to perish under the declining nature of mankind!! The old man has killed countless people in his life, and he understands the rules of blood more clearly. "
Following the roar of the white-haired old man, there was a sudden sound of fragmentation outside his body. Under the bang, the old man spouted a mouthful of blood, and his body quickly retreated, but he was struggling to get out of the moon-flowing magical power!
Even as he retreated, all the cultivators around who had red dots on their eyebrows suddenly flickered, and they left the cultivator’s body one after another, rushing towards the old man, and madly blending into his body, but the old man’s complexion was completely different. Pale, looking back at Wang Lin's eyes, revealing unprecedented horror and shock!
"What kind of magical power is this!!!" He has never encountered this kind of weird magical power in his life as a cultivator, and this magical power is beyond his imagination. Don't dare to think about the consequences!
For Wang Lin, he felt unpredictable for the first time. At this moment, he had no intention of teaching or temptation anymore, and some were just endless horror!
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, but there was a sigh in his heart. After all, he had just realized Liuyue, he couldn't be perfect yet, and he didn't have much vitality in his body. The opponent's cultivation base was too strong, and it was the limit to reverse five thousand years. Leave this gray-haired old man behind.
But with this supernatural power, Wang Lin was confident enough to scare the old man's courage!