Wang Lin was in the air, holding his fist towards the Suzaku statue, and with a wave of his right hand, the blood sword in front of the statue immediately screamed, and it slammed back and went straight to Wang Lin.
His words, revealing an extremely firm meaning, fell in the ears of a generation of Suzaku, making the generation of Suzaku silent.
Wang Lin looked up at the sky, his left eye was burning with flames, his right eye was flickering, and the whole person stood there, as if supporting the world, his voice reverberated with a deep voice.
"Resurrection Wan'er, I can't count on others, I can only rely on my own strength! The ancestors can't take all my friends away, I will stay, blast this day, bring all my friends, and ascend to the immortal together!"
His words are like proclaiming, vast in this world, rolling like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth.
If you compare leaving this realm to become an immortal, Wang Lin's words are not only to become an immortal by himself, but also to take everyone and become an immortal together!
After a while, Suzaku sighed lightly.
"Perhaps you are right... That's it, the Trial of the Heavenly Realm, you passed... I know you left the blood of the Vermillion Bird on a wild star in the Land of Fallen Land, in order to lure the Firefinch Clan to take... , It should be the power of the fire origin within the Firefinch clan... Although the Suzaku awakens four times and gave birth to the false fire, if you can swallow the origin left by the three generations of the firefinch clan that year, it will make your fire origin big. Zeng! Although the three generations of the evil bird were artificially created, his talent is ranked first in the life of the old man. Although he was severely injured by the old man, he has a high level of cultivation and a treacherous personality. Road. And the old man always suspected that he has other identities in this ancient star, but the old man can’t leave here, this matter is unclear. If you fire the sparrow clan’s idea, beware of the three generations of evil sparrows... this person Perhaps, it’s a retreat in the Holy Land of the Fire Sparrow Clan... If he is really there, I will give you a thing, this thing condenses the old Fu Sen Luohuo, you can save your life with this thing, even if the three big evil sparrows are really there... If the old man's guess is wrong, this thing will be your self-defense weapon!"
A generation of Suzaku said, the nine-colored flames on the center of its eyebrows suddenly flickered, but under the rotation, a piece of nine-colored feathers condensed, slowly flying towards Wang Lin.
"In the hands of the three generations of Suzaku, there is the treasure of my Suzaku clan. The method of manipulating this thing is unknown to the three generations of Suzaku. I teach it to you. If you have enough cultivation bases to regain, the treasure will be given to you!"
At the moment when Wang Lin caught the nine-color feathers, a complex formula spread into the soul, deeply rooted.
"Firefinch tribe, stay as far as possible. They are of great use to me! I will help you make the blood of the Vermillion Bird on the wild star more real. No one can see through except for three generations, you, go away "The voice of the first generation of Suzaku gradually fainted, and eventually disappeared, and its statue slowly lost its vitality and turned into a dead thing.
Wang Lin looked at the statue of a generation, silent for a while, bowed deeply, turned and stepped to the sky, his figure slowly disappeared.
Outside the emperor's star, Fang Xiang was still burning that day, like eternity, without an end, time slowly passed by, one breath, one breath...
From then on, the incense burned, until now, twenty-three breaths have passed!
Although the conversation between Wang Lin and the first generation of Suzaku was long, under the interference of the generation of Suzaku, all the time was just a few breaths in the outside world.
Twenty-four breaths!
Twenty-five breaths!
The many monks who looked around all showed shock in their eyes, Si Mozi frowned, and the unkindness flashed past his eyes.
Master Yunluo pinched his right hand and turned into a phantom, staring intently.
Only the old Suzaku always looked gloomy. He faintly guessed the thoughts of the ancestors. This trial is a test of identity...
Twenty-six breaths!
Twenty-seven breaths!
"Twenty-seven breaths!! This third young emperor has extended the fragrance of heaven to such an extent!"
"Look at this person's physical body, it's still like a life-and-death crisis, but now it's calming down!"
The surrounding monks talked slowly, and every breath of this time made them feel shocked. At this moment, the flames of Fangxiang suddenly became violent, and the flames rose to the sky, almost reflecting most of them. Sky.
Even at this moment, the flames came fiercely, and went straight to the small half of the heavenly incense left below. In an instant, the heavenly incense was quickly burned out.
This sudden change immediately attracted the attention of all the cultivators around, even the old Vermilion star flashed his eyes and looked at it intently.
It's too late and it's fast. On this day, Fang Xiang was rapidly diminishing under the flame. Seeing the flame sinking, he was about to encounter Wang Lin who was standing below the closed eye.
But at this moment, Wang Lin's soul has not yet returned. If he hasn't returned before the incense burns out on this day, even if the trial is successful, the monks around them still fail to see it!
All of this was between electric light and flint, and the incense of the sky suddenly accelerated and turned into an invisible force, suddenly raising the minds of the surrounding cultivators.
In their gazes, they saw Fang Xiang's flames booming that day, and instantly swallowed Wang Lin who was standing there. In that flame, the heaven's Fang Xiang was completely burnt out!
"It didn't come out!! The soul of the third young emperor didn't come out!!!"
"Have you failed! Hmph, I said long ago, this trial is extremely difficult, and this person will definitely not succeed!"
"What about the monstrous cultivation? It's not the same as failing in this trial, and it depends on how the First Young Emperor saved it."
There was an uproar in the surroundings, and Si Mozi took a deep breath, his eyes lightened up with joy, but suddenly his gaze continued, the joy collapsed, replaced by endless gloom.
The right hand of the Great Secretary of the Cloudfall, but the pinch tactic was filled with bloodshot eyes. It was interrupted again. It was not the strange power in the dark, but the incense that came from the burnt heaven, and it was interrupted again. In the thick flames, two indifferent eyes suddenly penetrated!
Those two eyes, like flames and thunder, immediately made the world boom!
In the flame, in the burning, a black shadow slowly appeared, and the black shadow gradually walked out of the flame, revealing in the eyes of all the monks!
Wang Lin looked gloomy and walked out! At the moment when the incense burned out that day, his soul returned to his body. Once the soul entered the body, these flames were nothing to him!
Under the shocking gaze of tens of thousands of monks around, Wang Lin raised his right hand with a wave, but it seemed as if the flames behind him danced with his hand, turning into a river of flames, spinning around, and finally surrounding Wang Lin's right hand. Above, as Wang Lin fisted fiercely, the flame collapsed with a bang, turning into countless sparks rolling in all directions.
Mars is like a firefly, centering on Wang Lin, pervading the world, and when seen from a distance, it is more like the hair of sparks, spreading around. Under the scenes of sparks, the nine-colored flames in Wang Lin's left eye revolve, turning into an illusory flame. The thunder diagram on the right eye rotates, nine accompanying thunders surround, and lightning flashes continuously in the pupils.
His clothes danced, his long hair curled up without wind, his eyes swept away with the monks around him!
At this moment, Wang Lin, like a fairy and a demon, has an indescribable aura that spreads out loudly. His whole body's injuries are restored in an instant, and even after his soul returns to his body, he is burned by the flames of the soul. , The body seems to condense endless power!
Under his gaze, all the monks who looked at him were shaking their minds one by one, causing an uproar. The moments within his body were like being burned by flames. The more shocked the mind, the more vigorous the flame burning, just a momentary, then The flame is enough to burn it into ashes!
If it’s just that, what’s even more amazing is the soul and mind. When Wang Lin’s gaze is swept across, the mind and soul don’t seem to belong to him anymore, but the moment there is a sense of illusion, as if being occupied together. In the huge thunder map of the world, there are nine different sky thunders roaring and rotating around, wanting to destroy the soul of the soul.
This feeling was only an instant for all monks, and it disappeared as Wang Lin looked away, but it was unforgettable and deeply imprinted in their minds. The terrible feeling made them unforgettable forever!
Wang Lin’s Liwei starts here!
The mere sweep of his eyes caused all the tens of thousands of cultivators in the surrounding area to roar, and their expressions changed greatly, and they all bowed their heads, not even daring to look at Wang Lin.
Especially those who were disrespectful to Wang Lin in their hearts, and those who talked about words, their complexions paled and their hearts trembled. They had a very clear feeling. It seemed that as long as the other party's thoughts moved, their bodies would be completely burned. Soul and soul has become ashes under the thunder!
Wang Lin's gaze swept over these monks one by one. No matter what their cultivation level, from Wang Lin's eyes at this moment, everyone has an illusory fire. The more the mood swings away, the stronger the flame!
A powerful feeling filled Wang Lin’s mind. There was a murderous intent on his face. He raised his hands and waved abruptly, but the sky and the earth blasted. All of the tens of thousands of cultivators around him suddenly appeared a phantom fire. As soon as the virtual fire appeared, it exuded a terrible high temperature, making these monks look terrified one by one!
Suddenly, these tens of thousands of virtual fires ignited in their bodies, suddenly flew out of them as if being sucked from their bodies, and went straight to Wang Lin above the giant tortoise in the arena.
This scene was extremely shocking, but seeing the monstrous virtual fire around the sky like a bunch of tobacco, it turned into a huge whirlpool, and in a blink of an eye, it was all sucked away by Wang Lin, surrounded by the body, forming a sky-full of virtual fire storm. !
The storm whirled rapidly, causing a gust of wind. Under the gust of wind, the surrounding monks rolled upside down one by one, and they were pushed thousands of feet away.
"This is... Condensing the imaginary fire from the outside world!!" The old Suzaku's eyes suddenly stared out, revealing a look of shock.
Dasi Yunluo was pale and shocked. At this moment, if a bead and a needle were floating in front of Wang Lin, he would be almost exactly the same as the person in the picture she was looking at.
Wang Lin lifted into the sky in the virtual fire storm, bowed his head and looked like a torch, over the clouds, and looked directly at the frosty face of Si Mozi.
"Simozi, aren't you trying to kill me? I'll give you this opportunity, come!" Wang Lin stretched out his right hand and called him in midair.