The sea of fog below roared, and the pillars of fog soared into the sky, and murderous intent filled the world. In this area, there were forty-three platforms that could allow monks to step on, and a monk stood on each of them.
Anyone who can occupy a platform alone in the first wave, except for a few extremely lucky monks, most of them are those who have a high level of cultivation and are hard-working.
There are even five or six people who are even more scheming. Although they have not seen the clues of this place in advance, their cautious character allows them to kill everything and seize the platform in advance to prevent all dangers.
The situation is clear right now. After knowing that they can only live on the platform alone, the hundreds of monks who do not have a platform to go have already blushed. In order to survive, even if they are brothers, they seem to start fighting.
Suddenly, these hundreds of cultivators went crazy and went straight to the 43 platforms!
In the chaos, Wang Lin had no time to check which monks occupied the remaining forty-two platforms. With his hands pinched, a wave of air surrounded the surroundings, forming a curtain of air to stop the dozen or so people coming from the impact.
Among the dozen or so monks, the one with the highest cultivation level is an old man who has reached the fourth decline of the heavenly man. The rest of the monks have different cultivation levels, but the weakest is also the appearance of the late stage of Jingni.
Although these people are not extremely cultivated, they have exploded to their full potential under the crisis of life and death at this moment. Coupled with a large number of people, they went straight to Wang Lin's platform from all directions.
With a loud bang, the supernatural powers of these more than ten cultivators fell on Wang Lin’s scattered aura. The aura vibrated and suddenly twisted, and the more than a dozen cultivators madly unfolded all available techniques. , And take out a magic weapon!
Everything is racing against time!
Wang Lin's eyes flashed murderously, Leng Hum's right hand pinch tactics swept outwards, but it turned into a huge palm print, swept around, looking from a distance, under the rotation of the palm print, a huge vortex was formed. .
The rumbling sound was shaking the world, and the palm print swept across, and most of the more than a dozen monks who wanted to rush to the platform immediately filled with magical powers, all of them rolled back and retreated following the violent wind blown by the palm prints.
The sea of fog roared, and a large number of fog pillars burst into the sky, including some monks outside the Wanglin platform, as well as the monks around who were trying to snatch the rest of the platform. There were dozens of people suddenly died under the fog pillars in the screams. .
The smell of blood was pervasive, and the lingering sound of the screams was still there, making these hundreds of monks without platform protection, one by one, became more crazy, roaring and shaking the sky, and rushing into the platforms everywhere.
Here in Wang Lin, after the dozen or so cultivators died, nine people remained. At this moment, with red eyes, they came in a hurry, all kinds of magic weapons flashed out of them, and they cooperated with magical powers to shock and blast.
Wang Lin’s eyes were filled with cold light, and he stepped forward in Leng Hum, and in a blink of an eye, he came to a middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk had a hideous look. The moment Wang Lin appeared, he opened his mouth and opened his mouth with a small sword of light. He flew out of his mouth and went straight to Wang Lin.
This middle-aged cultivator, his cultivation base was the first to decline, at the moment that the light sword flashed out, the two fingers of Wang Lin's right hand were faster than the flying sword, and they directly touched the center of this person's eyebrows. .
Yuan Li rushed into this person's body frantically, with a bang, the middle-aged monk's body collapsed, and the original spirit was destroyed. But it did not dissipate, but turned into a blood mist, Qi Qi was inhaled by Wang Lin.
All of this was between electric light and flint. After killing Wang Lin, he took a step to the side, but he easily avoided the oncoming glint flying sword, and with one step, he came behind the white-haired old man.
He didn't pause. He raised his left hand and slapped it randomly, and a bang fell on the old man's heart. The old man was about to turn his head, but under the shock of his body, he collapsed into a blood mist and inhaled Wang Lin's left hand.
Wang Lin licked his lips and shook his body. When he appeared, he was beside another young monk. The young man was pale and without any hesitation. He hurriedly backed away, spouting a mouthful of blood in his hands. The midair turned into a huge scarlet skull, headed straight towards Wang Lin with a silent roar and swallowed it.
Wang Lin not only did not dodge, but went straight to the young monk, seeing that the blood-colored skull was about to swallow it, Wang Lin showed a strange glow in his eyes, and he screamed forward!
This low roar, even though the surrounding fog is roaring, and countless monks are fighting, the sound is violent, but under Wang Lin's low roar, it seems that all the sounds are completely overwhelmed, replace everything, and shake the world!
The scarlet skull shook with a sudden shock, but it seemed to be swept away by the irresistible wind in the roar, and it dissipated sorrowfully. The wind was blowing, and he went straight to the receding young monk. He had no way to dodge, and he was instantly swept away. The wind swept through, and his body was made of dust, turning into a bloody smoke in the wind, disappearing.
Clean and neat, kill three people in a row!
But the killing did not stop. Although the remaining six people had witnessed all of this, they were retreating or dying at this moment. They had to rob them. They gritted their teeth one by one while Wang Lin left the platform and went straight into the platform.
"I don't know how to live or die!" Wang Lin's words were cold. If these six people left here, he wouldn't be able to kill them all. But at the moment these six people are clueless. Rising to the sky, it was within the fingers of Wang Lin's right hand that thousands of sword auras whizzed out, turned into three parts, and went straight to the fastest three.
Among the three, two men and one woman, the sword aura was too fast, and suddenly approached. One of the middle-aged men looked vicious at the time of the crisis. Looking at the void, at the moment when the sword aura came, he slammed his hands upwards in a low growl.
Amid the roar, a purple light curtain appeared out of thin air, lifted by the hands of the middle-aged monk, and turned into a huge light curtain, blocking the sword aura from coming.
Under the roar, the middle-aged man spouted blood, his body rolled backwards, the light curtain in front of him collapsed, and the sword energy quickly approached and rushed into his body, causing the person to tremble and collapse.
There was also the middle-aged woman who wanted to dodge in the same pale complexion. Although her cultivation base was not high, her speed was extremely fast, otherwise it would not be possible to get close to others.
At this moment, he dodged hurriedly, and at the moment when the sword aura came, he moved half of his body away. Under the roar, his right shoulder collapsed into pieces of meat, but he avoided life and death in the screaming.
Sword Qi passed by and fell on a monk with a ferocious look behind him, and the monk died instantly.
Among the three, one died and the other was wounded. The last one was the fourth declining old man. This old man pinched his hands, and his whole body was instantly filled with nine black dragons. The dragon roared and whirled rapidly outside his body with a banging sound. Down, in the continuous impact of that sword aura, the old man retreated madly, and even when he retreated, he raised his right hand and grabbed to the side, but he grabbed a monk next to him directly and blocked him in front of him.
All the sword energy entered the body of the captured monk, tearing his flesh to pieces.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Lin killed three people after killing three people. At this moment, only the last three people were left in the middle of the platform! Wang Lin's clothes were snow-white, white spots of blood were not stained, and he landed on the platform where he was standing before, his eyes were like electricity, and he swept over the three of them, and said coldly: "Go away!"
The female nun who had lost her right arm was pale. Although death was terrible, she had a greater fear than death right now. In her eyes, the white-clothed and white-haired monk was like an invincible mountain. !
She doesn't want to die, so she must retreat and go to the rest of the platform to snatch!
The old man who was the fourth declining person that day was also bloodless, and he turned back without hesitation. The last remaining man had the weakest cultivation base and was not fast, so he had avoided the killing and robbery from Wang Lin. Back quickly.
There was a sudden roar, but it was a platform in the distance, and a thousand meters of mist rushed up and filled it, causing all the six monks who stepped on it at the same time to perish.
It was not over, the thousand-meter mist appeared again under another platform, destroying it.
In a short period of time, there were only 28 of the 43 platforms left, and the number of hundreds of monks who did not have a platform to accommodate them dropped sharply, leaving only less than 80 people.
Standing on the platform, Wang Lin looked at him coldly. No monk dared to approach him. The previous scenes of killing and calamity were enough to shock people.
As Wang Lin's gaze swept away, he saw the girl who exterminated the tribe. This woman occupies a platform, her eyebrows twinkling on her knees, but there is a soft light covering her platform, allowing the surrounding monks to besiege. It was just twisted and shaken, but it didn't collapse.
In addition to this young girl, there were five other people who also attracted Wang Lin's attention.
The first person, naturally, was the woman in white clothes with long hair and hips. This woman just stood there silently, looking at the distant horizon. Any monk who approached her platform, before stepping on, suddenly screamed sternly. , Black blood is left in the eyes, black gas is emitted from the whole body, just like poisoning.
There is another person, a middle-aged monk, wearing a cloth, holding a jug of wine in his left hand, and a seven-foot long sword in his right!
"The ancient language says... Three cups of Turannuo, and the five mountains are light..." The middle-aged monk drank a sip and waved the long sword in his right hand at random. He didn't see any movements. The tip of his sword penetrated a punch. The eyebrows of the cultivator who came up, when he drew his sword, a burst of blood spurted from the eyebrows of the dead cultivator, which fell on the platform and became the shape of a plum blossom.
On that platform, more than a dozen blood-colored plum blossoms bloomed impressively!
There was another person, a man in a purple robe. This person looked gloomy and filled with a gloomy aura. Amidst his big sleeves, a fierce fish swam away behind him, swallowing all the nearby monks with a fishy wind. , Swallow all into the abdomen.
The last two, one of them were as thin as a rod, were very tall, dressed in black, with their eyes closed all the time, their figures were so fast that even Wang Lin could hardly be clear, and the flashing, afterimages seemed to remain. In the same place, the monks around him screamed death one by one. Everyone who died was drawn by the soul, and the body fell into the sea of fog below.