A mysterious red glow filled Wang Lin's body. This red glow came from the blood that he had incorporated into the soul. Under the power of this strange blood, Wang Lin, who had collapsed his body, reunited his body in a moment.
Wang Lin didn't have time to think about this sudden scene. He clearly felt that the power of the blood cells integrated into the soul was rapidly dissipating with this rebirth of the body.
I'm afraid it won't be long before this blood cell power will completely disappear.
But Wang Lin didn't care about all this anymore. At this moment, his body reunited, and his crazy thoughts filled his whole body. He stared at the Shui Daozi, and Wang Lin rushed out.
As he rushed out, his body suddenly changed, but he once again formed the body of the ancient god of hundreds of feet! The six star points on the center of the eyebrows rotate, and the stars of the rules made by the artistic conception rotate. At first glance, it looks like an ancient god of seven stars!
The frenzied breath even radiated from the body of the ancient god. At this moment, Wang Lin seemed to have swallowed countless ascending celestial fruits, he was crazy!
He can't die, he can't die, he wants to kill everything, kill all the creatures in front of him, at all costs!
Roar!
Under the roar of Wang Lin, he made a fist in his right hand, and went straight to the water channel. The moment he bombarded with a fist, a complicated ancient god's language came out of his mouth!
The ancient gods didn't have many supernatural powers, but the strength of each supernatural power was by no means understandable by the monks. With the reverberation of Wang Lin's spell, the majestic vitality of the ancient gods in his body suddenly burst out! There is no living creature in this world that can compare with the ancient gods!
"Ancient magic, extinction of life and spirit!" Wang Lin roared and punched out a punch. The bombardment of this punch was earth-shattering, causing everything in front of him to collapse suddenly, even under this punch, Wang The vitality in the forest madly dissipated, turned into a powerful force that shocked the world, contained in his fist, and rushed straight to the water channel.
With a loud bang, the entire Tier 5 star field almost collapsed, and Wang Lin's fist fell, and it ran into Shui Daozi's right palm! In the roar, Wang Lin spouted blood, and his body was immediately thrown out, but he stopped at a thousand feet away, rushing out again with craziness and ferociousness.
Shui Daozi's complexion was as usual, but his right palm was slightly numb. All his cultivation bases were fighting against the colorful nails in the center of his eyebrows. He didn't have much power, but the palm just now was enough to destroy a monk who had broken Nirvana.
"In exchange for vitality, this supernatural power is just drinking poison to quench thirst, and it depends on how many punches you can make!"
As soon as his voice fell, Wang Lin had already come again, and the second fist roared out. In this second fist, the vitality of his whole body was once again dissipated. His hair was originally white, but at this moment, it was gray and defeated. The star point on the center of the eyebrow has a bleak meaning.
Second punch, roar! At the moment when he collided with Shui Daozi's palm, Wang Lin endured the injury in his body with a sorrowful smile on his face, but did not flinch. Instead, he madly punched the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth punches... In an instant, Wang Lin hit ten punches!
These ten punches cost too much vitality. With the fall of one punch, the roaring sound was earth-shaking, and the entire Tier 5 star field collapsed!
Countless cracks formed a storm, sweeping across the fifth-order star field, Wang Lin's hair fell one by one in the swing of this fist, his body wrinkled, and his whole person suddenly became old.
But his eyes still flashed red, showing crazy fighting spirit!
The sound of booming sounded constantly, with one punch, and constantly confronted that Shuidaozi. In the second punch, Shuidaozi was still looking as usual, but at the sixth punch, Shuidaozi retracted his right hand and took a few steps back. The mist sprayed out from the open mouth.
Use this mist to fight against Wang Lin and count the remaining punches!
"Even if you are the body of an ancient god, this kind of vitality-consuming supernatural power is absolutely difficult to bear. Fighting the old man in this way is extremely ridiculous!"
In Shui Daozi's sneer, the colorful light on the eyebrows was completely resisted by him. No matter how the colorful nails were rotated, they couldn't break through his skull, but the pain of the heart was constantly coming from the eyebrows.
"This palm master's colorful Shenkong nails are too weird. Fortunately, this child doesn't know the specific method of using them, but now we must prevent these colorful Shenkong nails from changing!"
Shui Daozi snorted, but all his cultivation base broke out, and he was about to force the colorful nails on the center of his eyebrows to force out an inch!
At this moment, most of the vitality in Wang Lin's body has dissipated, and his whole person is like an old man who has reached a dead end, exuding bursts of death. The star point on his brow is even darker, and the body is filled with wrinkles. It seems that even the body is infinite. 'S getting old.
But the flames of his eyes were thicker. Under the desolate roar, Wang Lin rushed out again, like a moth, knowing that it was bound to die, but also rushing towards the flames. Several people knew that moths would rush to the fire, sometimes Not longing for flames, but a desperate desire to extinguish the flames!
When he rushed out, Wang Lin made a fist with his right hand, but he waved it again. The sound of the boom became the absolute sound of the world and replaced all sounds. In Wang Lin's swing, the eleventh, twelve, and thirteenth punches... By the nineteenth punch, it broke out in a sudden.
Each punch is the peak power of Wang Lin's cultivation base at this moment, it is the strongest blow of the ancient god, and it is he who consumes the vitality!
The sound of the thunder and the earth was shaking, Wang Lin Qiqiao bleeding, and his whole person was almost on the verge of death, but his fist did not stop at all, even Shui Daozi could not help but feel moved at this moment!
In this roar, all the mist sprayed by Shui Daozi resisted. Not only did it not dissipate, but instead rushed forward to devour Wang Lin.
"Unfortunately, if you can sustain more than a hundred punches with a full blow like this, you might hurt me when I fight the colorful nails right now, but now the nineteen punches are already your limit, and all the vitality in your body has collapsed. You don’t even need the old man to kill you, you will die by yourself in a moment!"
Shui Daozi's indifferent voice came out, but Wang Lin couldn't hear it anymore. His ears were filled with blood, and all the voices came, almost inaudible.
He was very tired, his body was full of death, and a feeling of returning to the ruins gradually came to his heart, as if he was going to take him away from this cruel realm of cultivation, and free from all pain.
Even the red light in his eyes dimmed, and there was no light.
But just as the mist came, and the moment Wang Lin was about to swallow him, Wang Lin lifted his head fiercely, and his dim eyes suddenly burst into light!
"My cultivator, what a fight! I understand that this fight is not a fighting intention, but a determination to resist but knowingly must die!"
Wang Lin took a step forward with a sorrowful laugh, raised his right hand, and fisted again!
Twentieth punch!
With a punch, black blood dripped from the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, but he didn't stop, instead he laughed wildly, his laughter was earth-shaking, with the pride of all living beings who are unyielding the rules of all things in the world!
"I, Wang Lin, cultivated the Taoism at the age of sixteen!"
The twenty-first punch blasted out! The mist didn't stop at all, and roared.
"Enter Hengyue... Kill the vine!"
The twenty-second punch blasted out! At the moment it swallowed, the mist suddenly stopped.
"Escape from the Demon Sea and form a golden pill!"
Twenty-third punch! The fog shook sharply, and a scream came from within.
"Cheng Yuanying, Mie Teng Family Manchu, Zhen Zhu Que, good luck!"
Wang Lin went all the way, laughing wildly as if talking to himself, but his fist was a crazy bombardment, twenty-fourth, twenty-five, twenty-six punches! The mist exploded, and it was actually forced back three feet!
"Yin and Yang are insufficiency and reality, and the three realms of Nirvana is broken! A life-long crisis, indomitable heaven and earth, and countless murders!"
Twenty-seventh, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty punches! The mist rolled back, and the roar inside became more intense, revealing a panic, retreating madly.
"So far, the number of people killed is endless, two thousand years of cultivation, to the present level!"
Thirty-first... Thirty-nine punches!
"We fought the sky, fought the ground, and today is a fight with the third step, what a pity to die!"
Forty, forty-one, forty-two... Fifty-third punch!
"I only regret that I can't resurrect my beloved, but what's wrong with me dying with her!"
Fifty-fourth, fifty-five, fifty-six... Sixty-fourth punch! The inverted mist collapsed with a bang, turning into nothingness and dissipating completely.
"Even if you give up your life, what's the problem!"
Sixty-fifth, sixty-six, sixty-seven... Seventy-fifth punch!
With blood spurting out of Wang Lin's body, he has become a blood man. His body shrank rapidly, and he grew old infinitely, and death filled his body, making his five internal organs decay and even more vitality to extinction!
In fact, as early as the twenty-third punch, his vitality has dissipated, and the rest of the punches are all due to the power of the blood ball integrated in the soul!
"Walk around the world and stand upright, even if you die in battle, what's the problem!"
Wang Lin's voice was hoarse, and it seemed that even the voice contained a bloody smell. Hearing it into human ears can shock everyone who hears it!
Seventy-sixth, seventy-seven, seventy-eight... Eighty-fourth punch!
"The vitality is cut off, and I will die, but this magical fist is not over. The light of the moon will turn me back five thousand years and give me five thousand years of vitality!"
Wang Lin looked up to the sky and laughed, and his body kept moving forward in his eighty-four punches, just like a war fairy who did not fear the world, with a determination to die, stepping out!
Everything in front of it, there is no one who can stop the footsteps!
Shui Daozi's eyes showed a rare dignity. For the first time, he felt that the people in front of him were amazing!
Even at the moment when Wang Lin's words fell, the starry sky that collapsed outside his body turned into a sea, and the tall stone gate above it suddenly stood up.
Eighty-fifth, eighty-six, eighty-seven... The hundredth punch!
In this short period of time, Wang Lin consumed all the power of the blood cells, consumed all the vitality in his body, turned it into a moon-flowing technique, reversed five thousand years, and gained enough power to strike a hundred of the earth-shaking ghosts and gods. fist!
This is Wang Lin's 100 strongest punches in his life. This is his... his whole life!