These monks are all in the middle stage of the formation of alchemy, and they usually practice with great concentration.
If it hadn't been for this time the killing order had appeared in this world, these people would definitely not show up.
"We have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise it will spread like this, and it will definitely attract the Yuanying period boss. Don't look at Nandou City, there is no Yuanying within a million miles, but what about a million miles away? Once the Yuanying comes here, I will wait. There will be no chance to succeed." An old man with a childish face but full of evil spirits stared at Wang Lin in the distance, his pupils contracted slightly, said slowly.
"This person has the cultivation base of the early stage of the formation of alchemy, but why is it so powerful? You see that the official and old demons are willing to become his disciples. Even if I wait for it, I am afraid that I will not be able to get the benefits." A thin old man next to him saw Wang Lin a little bit. Below, a monk died in the early stage of the formation of alchemy. After the golden core was dug up, he said with lingering fear.
"And that flying sword. I have never seen such a weird flying sword. It can teleport! This is a magical power that can only be mastered by the cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage. The quality of this flying sword is definitely not lower than the Nascent Soul Stage. The magic weapon, even the transformation stage is possible, there are already a hundred of the cultivators beheaded under it."
"Hmph, you haven't noticed the ten first people bound on the rope behind the evil star. Those are the elders of the fighting evil sect. They kill the pill formation period, just like crushing a reptile. If you still have greed, That's your business. Ling will definitely not participate in it now and say goodbye!" One of the monks, who was about fifty years old, stared at Wang Lin, who had killed several people in the distance, and said with a deep jealousy. After the talk. He held a fist at the crowd, hurriedly backed away, slapped the storage bag, threw out a shuttle boat, sat on it, and flew into the sky like a meteor, fleeing into the distance.
The rest of the monks were silent, and suddenly said one by one: "The envoy of the inner sea is coming soon. This time, the old man is not willing to give away his hundred-year savings. This is the only opportunity. Once this person can be killed, he will get the pill. I will be able to reach the late stage of alchemy, and then I will be able to keep my savings."
"The same is true for me. The old man's life is approaching. If you can't improve your level within ten years... So this time, I have to try anything!" The old man standing at the end with wrinkles on his face took a deep breath and said slowly.
After speaking, his body moved, lightning flashed away in the wind and thunder. Directly point to where Wang Lin is. After him, the monk who had just spoken stepped on him, turning into a sword light to follow him.
The remaining cultivators kept silent one by one, but their eyes were fixed on the two of them. Observe the development of the situation, if the two have even a slight chance of success. They will immediately attack the past, and similarly, if both of them are hopeless, they both decide separately and will decisively give up being an enemy of that person.
Wang Lin pushed away the dead cultivator in front of him, and threw the golden core in his hand into the storage bag. He glanced at the many cultivators scattered around, and sneered in his heart. He patted the dragon muscles behind him, and said flatly: "Come out." , Starting today, you can swallow as much as you want."
He has been held in the dragon's tendons, and there are countless delicious monsters around him. My heart is already itchy. But he didn't dare to go out without Wang Lin's order. At this time, I heard what Wang Lin said. With a sharp scream, he turned out from the dragon's tendons. Expose the body. Instantly rushed to the foundation-building cultivator who was fleeing frantically on the side. The monk trembled. After a little twitching. The body quickly withered. In the end it became a skeleton. Red light jumped out of his head. The demon roared ecstatically: "Comfortable. I can finally devour it as much as I want. Haha. This time I want to swallow enough."
Wang Lin glanced at the demon, then ignored it, but looked down at Li Muwan. Li Muwan looked pale at this time. Staring at the demon. Bite your lower lip.
She didn't know what it was. Just feel. At the moment when the demon appeared. She has a sense of fright. The color of fear was immediately revealed.
Wang Lin retracted his gaze. Lengmu glanced at the demon's head. The demon immediately walked away. It laughed secretly. Xindao himself does not want to be so close to you. The farther the distance, the better. The best thing is to never see each other again, when the time comes. That's more comfortable.
Unfortunately, it also knows this idea. Too extravagant. The demon whispered in his heart, while chasing the fleeing monk. It just grinned. About to pounce on it. Suddenly a gleam of light flashed on his monk's chest. The devil stared at the monk's body blankly for a long time. Then he yelled. Continue to chase the next monk. After finally catching up. About to swallow, but don't want a sparkle...
After the demon goes far away. Li Muwan's mood gradually settled down. She hesitated. Raise the eyebrows like a picturesque scorpion. Asked softly: "It... is it?"
Wang Lin's eyes were piercing, and within a hundred miles around him, there were no cultivators anymore. After he was killed by him, they were all tied up by the dragon's tendons, turned into a part of his cloak, and floated behind him.
In this battle, Wang Lin's killer fame was completely spread over a million miles in Nandou City. At this moment, there are still no fewer than a thousand corpses behind him, spreading densely horizontally, which can be described as covering the sky.
Especially the bloody "punish" word on the head that was countless times thicker than before. In the eyes of all survivors, this is no longer a great temptation, but a proof of a strong one.
"That's the demon!" Wang Lin said lightly, but his eyes were fixed on the figure that was swiftly fleeing thousands of miles away. His eyelids closed slightly and he turned and left.
"Shangguan Mo, Mu Nan, Mu Bei, can you see enough for the three of you?"
The cold and ruthless voice rang in the numb brains of the three of them. Shangguanmo trembled, and quickly tightened his mind, and flew towards the two cultivators who rushed. There was a huge wave in his heart at this time, even though he already knew it. The evil star is very strong, but he did not expect that it is simply not an ordinary strong, but a kind of heavenly power that ignores any spells and any cultivation base.
"Death curse... It's terrible... If I can't die this time, I have to practice what I say. His grandmother, if I have this strength, then I can walk sideways in the periphery of Xiu Mo Hai." Shangguan Mo took a deep breath. Tone, the bottom of my heart was depressed for the first time not to donate soul blood for myself, on the contrary, a complicated mood came up.
The strong, no matter where they are, are respected, this is especially true in Xiu Mohai.
The mentality of the two brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei at this time is no different from that of Shangguan Mo. They are surging. With the power of the evil star, the fighting evil faction cannot resist. In this way, if he wants to save his life , You need to vote for the certificate.
The two of them glanced at each other, both gritted their teeth, followed Shangguan Mo, and galloped away.
"Haha, isn't this old man Ouyang, come on, you and I have not seen you for a long time, just to be affectionate!" Shangguanmo stared at one of them, Jiejie smiled, and at the same time waved his right hand, the black sword immediately unsheathed behind him and brought it up. A sharp sword light shot straight out.
As for the Mu brothers, although the two were in the early stage of pill formation, they were good at teaming up. When facing the other, although they were at a disadvantage and a little embarrassed for a while, they could hold back a little.
Wang Lin swept away his eyes, condensing on the few pill-forming monks who were thousands of miles away, his eyes flickering with cold light.
The surviving monks all around had already fled far away. They were all in a state of horror. They could hardly hate that they gave birth to a pair of legs and left in a hurry. The figure of Wang Lin, like a brand, was deeply engraved in their hearts, and it will never be obliterated with this life.
The four remaining middle-level cultivators from thousands of miles away, among them the old man who had a childlike appearance but was full of evil spirits, shook his head at this time, turned around and was about to leave, and suddenly the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.
A man and a woman, standing ten feet away behind him, the man, with a big word "punish" on his head, with a trace of bloody meaning floating out.
The other monks noticed the abnormality, and when they looked back, their complexions changed drastically. They sacrificed magic weapons one after another, staring at Wang Lin as if they were facing an enemy, but they didn't dare to take the lead.
Wang Lin glanced at the four of them, and said coldly: "Get out!"
Among the four, except for the skinny old man who showed gratitude in his eyes and quickly left after receiving the magic weapon, the other three's complexions turned red and white. One of them stepped back a little and hummed softly: "Today's matter..."
Li Muwan sighed secretly, thinking that if you don't leave as soon as possible, what's the use of talking nonsense. Sure enough, before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin frowned and waved his right hand. The extreme spiritual consciousness instantly spread out. The man's words suddenly turned into screams, his eyes were red, his hands hugged his head, and his head slammed. The ministry turned into a blood mist, and a blood-stained golden pill flew into Wang Lin's hands.
The remaining two monks turned around and ran away without saying a word. Wang Lin's eyes flickered, staring at both of them. The extreme spiritual sense suddenly appeared, paying attention to the marks on both of them.
At this moment, a scream came from the monk who fought against Shangguanmo, and then the monk walked away in panic. He had not yet flew far, the crystal light and the red light of the demon head appeared at the same time, and the demon head roared: "You again Grab mine, this can’t be robbed, this is mine, mine!"
However, it was still a step too late, and the crystal light flashed, and a big wound appeared on the monk's chest.
After half a stick of incense, the pill knot monk who fought with the Mu brothers died under a sneak attack by Shangguanmo, Wang Lin moved, and the crystal light flying sword came into his body. The demon head was unwilling and returned to the dragon's muscles again. .
"Continue to lead the way." Wang Lin's voice was full of chills, and his murderous intent was pressing.
Wang Lin knew that if he wanted to gain a foothold here, he must stand up for his prestige. Fighting the evil faction would be his best choice to build up his prestige.
The two brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei already respect Wang Lin from the bottom of their hearts, especially Mu Bei, with an unreserved look of admiration in his eyes.
Behind Wang Lin, the densely packed corpses exudes bursts of death, which is more shocking than any words. Anyone who has ill-conceived minds along the way, after seeing the thousands of corpses, they are all faceless. Scarlet evaded one after another, for fear of getting involved in it.