Wang Lin's character must be reported. He was attacked as soon as he entered. How could he give up? The ancient tombs here are inherently dangerous. Everything depends on strength. If you show weakness, you will definitely be besieged.
Therefore, here, we must stand strong!
The cold light in his eyes fell on the middle-aged man who hurriedly retreated, and his right foot stepped forward, as fast as lightning, like a meteor roaring.
The cultivation base of this middle-aged monk was not too high, he had not yet reached the fifth decline of heaven and man, it was just the power of three declines. He had just used his magical powers to sneak attack the moment Wang Lin entered here, but he was holding a tenable mind.
Under such a sneak attack, even if the cultivation base is higher than him, he will be injured. After all, anyone will have a short period of loss and panic after being inhaled. The opportunity at this moment is enough to be fatal or severely injured.
Once injured, the surrounding cultivators will surely attack in groups, and these sneak attackers have an agreement with each other, and this agreement is still useful before encountering a strong enemy.
Of course, it is also possible that the third step might be involved in the cracks, but after all, the third step might be too scarce. If you give up this chance of stealing treasure for fear of encountering it, you will not be reconciled.
The coercion of the other three steps of power is extremely strong, even the moment it enters this crack, it will be filled with abundance, in this way, I am not afraid of making mistakes.
However, this middle-aged man did not expect that although Wang Lin was not a three-step power, he came here not because he was involved in suction, but stepped on himself, without the slightest panic or loss.
The moment his magical power fell on the opponent, it was refracted back by all craziness, and all fell on himself, causing him to spout blood immediately, his body rolled upside down, his scalp was numb, and his soul was lost in shock!
He yelled badly in his heart, retreated without thinking, and galloped toward the distance. At this moment, seeing Wang Lin looking with murderous eyes, the middle-aged man felt pale and bloodless. He gritted his teeth as he retreated and changed direction. The mist below hurried away.
The middle-aged man reacted very quickly, and he was obviously a man who had been on the battlefield. He faintly saw Wang Lin's strength, and knew that even if he retreated quickly, he could not avoid the killing and robbery, so he sank desperately. Want to rush into the mysterious mist.
You may die if you enter the mist, but you will definitely die if you don't enter!
This is an easy but equally difficult choice!
Wang Lin's figure was like a rainbow as he stepped, whizzing straight to the middle-aged monk. This person was sinking right now. After seeing Wang Lin approaching so quickly, his eyes showed madness. He slapped his right hand on his chest and spouted directly. A mouthful of the blood of the soul, through the blood, launched the blood escape technique that caused great damage to itself, causing it to increase rapidly, crashing into the mist below, and it was about to enter the mist.
"It's also a personal thing!" The opponent's quick analysis and decisive behavior revealed all his wit and reaction as the third-declined monk of the Celestial Man, but he sneaked on someone who shouldn't be attacked, and now he has to face it. Yes, it is Wang Lin!
He didn't expose the fixation technique prematurely, nor did he use the blood sword to kill him before the opponent. Naturally, Wang Lin would not easily expose these methods.
Wang Lin moved forward and raised his right hand, and suddenly dropped his palm towards the middle-aged monk who was about to sink into the mist.
The rumbling noise attracted the attention of most of the monks around.
But seeing an illusory palm print, it transformed into a mighty illusion, and went straight to the middle-aged cultivator at an unimaginable speed.
In the bloody escape of this middle-aged monk, he suddenly entered the mist and was about to gallop down, but he immediately felt the violent rolling of the mist around him, a force comparable to the might of the sky, suddenly fell from the sky!
The huge palm print slammed, as if it had broken open the sky and the earth, and fell directly on the mist. The mist quickly squirmed and spread rapidly to the surroundings, clearly revealing a huge palm mark sunken in the mist!
A sad scream was concealed in the roar of the palm print falling. As the palm marks on the fog sink, under the roaring sound, the palm print seems to penetrate the fog directly into the depths, exposing the mist. A black hole in the shape of a palm print is shocking!
There was even a small blood mist and the damage of the Yuanshen's destruction, spreading, but it was the middle-aged monk who was penetrated by the palm print and collapsed and died!
This behavior is a long story, but it is actually very short. Raising one's hand to kill, leaving the touchy palm marks on the fog gradually being covered by the surrounding fog, although slightly dissipated, the power of the palm is It was seen by most of the cultivators around. There are many monks among them, their eyes flickering, they don't seem to be afraid, but they are cautious.
Even more, looking at Wang Lin's gaze, there was a faint reflection, and he felt that Wang Lin seemed to be kind, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Behind a floating platform in the distance, a young girl in a red dress showed a timid look in her eyes. It was the banished woman who had only one life left!
She and the big man of Fengtian wolf tribe dispersed when they were involved in the ancient curtain. The big man didn't know which area he went to, but the girl was with Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked calm, stepped forward, and quickly approached a floating platform in front of him. The platform was about a thousand meters in size. On it was a ferocious head. His eyes were open, showing anger and unwillingness. , Above his forehead, there is a huge blood hole, and the mark on his forehead was dug away by life.
But without looking at the mark, Wang Lin can feel that this head is an ancient god!
In front of this head, there was a three-zhang big banner stuck on the ground, the banner hanging down, there was no dancing, as if there was no vitality.
When he approached here, Wang Lin immediately felt the repulsive force from the platform, and it seemed that there was a protection permeating it to prevent anyone from stepping in.
While observing, Wang Lin suddenly changed his expression and suddenly turned to look at the sky, only to see the light flashing in the sky, and another person was involved and teleported over. He experienced the failure of the attack on Wang Lin and saw the attacker with his own eyes. After being killed, the dozen or so cultivators in the sky were already terrified and did not dare to make a sneak attack.
It was a woman dressed in white. The woman had black hair on her shoulders, her long buttocks, and her face was superbly beautiful, but she was cold.
Her appearance caused Wang Lin's pupils to shrink. The appearance of this woman was very similar to the middle-aged scribe he had seen outside the crack before.
The white-clothed woman also saw Wang Lin and the eyes of the two of them. At the moment they crossed, shocking changes suddenly occurred in this ancient tomb!
Suddenly, there was a muffled roar from the dim sky. From far and near, it seemed to roar and roar in all directions. The ground composed of fog below rolled violently, and there seemed to be countless dragons in it. Wandering inside, rolling the mist like angry waves.
The whole world, even more so at this moment, was like a secret room whose windows had been opened due to an accident. Suddenly the windows closed and no wind blew in, and it became boring.
In the ancient stars, the cracks in the mist gathered in this instant, and finally healed completely, without a trace, but the mist still permeated all around, like eternity.
Ancient cemetery, closed!
At the same time that the crack dissipated, where Wang Lin was in the cemetery, he immediately felt a very strong sense of crisis burst out of his mind, but seeing the tumbling mist below, suddenly there was a ten-meter-sized rotating fog column. Rising to the sky, a monk couldn't dodge, and was directly covered by the mist. He died quickly in screams. The number marking on the center of his eyebrows turned into a flashing rune and floated to the side.
This sudden change caused an uproar among hundreds of cultivators around, and even at this moment, those platforms floating in the air with their heads on it, part of the protective power that could not be opened, suddenly dissipated!
A total of ninety-nine platforms’ protective power disappeared. At the same time, dozens of fog pillars burst out from below. All the monks who were encountered by them died sorrowfully. As a rune floating in the air.
Below Wang Lin, there was also a fog column booming. The speed was too fast, and it was close to Wang Lin in a blink of an eye. Wang Lin was less than ten meters away. Without thinking, Wang Lin stepped forward at the instant that the fog column bombarded. , Stepped directly on the platform that could not prevent entry without the power of protection.
The moment he stepped on the platform, the fog pillars pressed against the edge of the platform and rushed straight to the sky, but did not cause any harm to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin is not the only wise person. When Wang Lin stepped onto the platform to dodge the pillar of fog, many monks shook their bodies and rushed to the nearest platform.
But there are only ninety-nine platforms without protection, and the protection on the rest has not dissipated. As a result, hundreds of monks here will inevitably cause many people to step on the same platform at the same time.
In the distance, Wang Lin saw that two people stepped onto a platform at the same time. At the moment when they both fell down thinking that they could avoid the fog, under that platform, a thick mist of a thousand feet thick exploded from below. Out, in a blink of an eye, this platform was enveloped, that platform, together with an ancient demon head on it, and these two monks, all in the mist, dissipated and collapsed...
That is a force capable of destroying all the cultivators here. This force is powerful, even if it is three steps of power, if it is impacted, it will die!
This scene did not happen only once. Under the panic just now, more than two people appeared on more than fifty platforms at the same time. The monks in this scene were shocked!
Wang Lin's eyes shrank suddenly, and with a wave of his hands without hesitation, a wave of air spread from his body, surrounding the Qianzhang platform he was on, preventing anyone from stepping into it!
But there are nearly two hundred monks here, and there are no protective platforms to step into, only forty-three are left. If you can't grab the platform, you will be killed by more and more booming fog below. !
If you want to live, you must grab and be fast, otherwise, once two people step on the platform at the same time, they will be destroyed together with the platform!
At this moment, around Wang Lin's platform, more than a dozen cultivators rushed straight towards Wang Lin with almost red eyes!
Either live or die and die together.
The gentle oath that seemed like a lover, here, is somewhat inappropriate.