On the platform not far from the skinny monk, there stood a monk who was completely opposite to his appearance. It also wears a flat hat.
In his hand, holding a small abacus, under the shaking, there was a clear crackling sound.
"It's not a good deal, it's not a good deal..." The fat monk shook his head, the flesh on his face was trembling, and while muttering, raising his hand, countless prohibitions turned out and fell on the crazy monks who rushed up all around. When they fell, those monks would tremble, as if they had been sealed, and fell into the foggy sea below.
Although there are only twenty-eight platforms left, there are also seven places that were successfully broken into by peripheral monks, and after repeated fights, they were finally seized!
Those who can snatch success in such an environment are by no means ordinary people.
These seven successful platforms also attracted Wang Lin's attention. What surprised him slightly was that the fourth senile of the Celestial Man who had escaped in his word before was one of them.
The other five people are not weak in cultivation, and come from different clan groups.
There is one more person who is the easiest to snatch. This person is an old woman in a green robe, with pimple on her face and looks extremely terrifying. Wherever she goes, she does not see any spells cast by her, all the monks nearby, All of them were confused in their eyes.
The platform she fancy had originally had more than a dozen monks fighting, but as the old woman was approaching, all the more than a dozen people were perplexed, and they all stepped back and gave up the platform. Even the owner of the previous platform was also perplexed. After leaving, let the old woman come to the platform and sit there.
The sea of fog was roaring, and there were more and more fog pillars, and all the fighting seemed to end suddenly as soon as it exploded. In this area, only twenty-eight unprotected platforms were left. The hundreds of monks before the periphery were all dead, and the corpses either collapsed into flesh and blood or sank into the sea of fog.
The scene just now, although short-lived, was an extremely cruel elimination. It literally killed more than 90% of the hundreds of monks, leaving only these 28 people.
Wang Lin looked calm, sat down cross-legs, closed his eyes and vomited, turning the blood and flesh power of the monks' soul that had been swallowed before into healing. He hasn't exposed too many methods until now, whether it is the identity of the False Fire monk, or his various magical powers, and even the magic weapon.
The crisis here is even more weird and unpredictable, and the danger is not all coming from this cemetery. There are also surrounding repairs, which are slightly hidden, making one feel mysterious and unpredictable. When necessary, standing up is the most effective method.
The monks on the surrounding platforms also secretly breathed out at this moment, and quickly vomited one by one. But there is an undercurrent surging, making most of them watch each other vigilantly when they breathe in.
The battle just now, although short, made everyone see each other's supernatural powers in their eyes.
Just as Wang Lin paid attention to those people before, there were also many monks who noticed Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's clean and straight killing of six people in a row before is enough to attract everyone's attention, and especially that low roar, overwhelming all the sounds here, and even shattered the flesh of a declining monk. This magical power made the people around them vigilant when they looked at Wang Lin.
"This person's fight just now didn't show too much magical power, and I can't see the clue..." The purple-robed man with a thousand feet of big fish transformed behind him, cross-legged his eyes across Wang Lin, his expression always gloomy.
"The power of a roar caused the opponent's magical powers to collapse, and the body dissipated. It seems that this person's magical powers are related to sound..." The fierce repairman who successfully grabbed the platform, looked at Wang Lin's gaze, and faintly revealed unkindness.
"Others only noticed this person's cruelty and the power of the roar, but they forgot that when this person just killed someone, they swallowed the blood mist... This kind of magic power has appeared a lot in the ancient stars in recent years..." Outside the huge obese man, smiling eyes swept across Wang Lin, and the abacus in his hand snapped.
"He definitely wants to kill me... He needs to find a helper as soon as possible..." The extinct girl in the distance was pale, biting her lower lip, and her eyes became more timid.
"This person can't provoke me. He didn't kill me just now, but he owed a person..." The fourth senile of the Celestial Man, who was let go by Wang Lin, lowered his head and showed fear in his eyes. The fight just now made him Still fresh in my memory.
The long-haired woman in white silently retracted her gaze to look far away, turned her head to look at Wang Lin, and looked away after a while, her expression calm, she didn't know what she was thinking.
As everyone looked at each other secretly and silently healed their injuries, the surroundings gradually calmed down, and the rolling of the sea of fog seemed to have calmed down.
After a short recovery, a monk got up and went straight to the magic weapon in front of his head on the platform.
Wang Lin opened his eyes and grabbed his right hand backward. The three-zhang big banner in front of the ancient god's head was grabbed by him and swept away attentively. This thing is an ancient god's magic weapon, but it is not perfect.
Putting it away calmly, Wang Lin stood up.
But at this moment, sudden change and rebirth!
These twenty-eight platforms shook, and the dim sky suddenly roared again, and even more thunder blasted past, as if to tear the sky apart, and then, at the moment when the expressions of many cultivators changed, the twenty-eight The platform trembled violently.
In its tremor, the twenty-eight platforms sank suddenly. The speed of the sinking was extremely rapid, and it did not give the monks on it any chance to react. Almost instantly, it sank more than a thousand feet!
The wind whizzed outside the platform, and the twenty-eight platforms dropped sharply, and a feeling of tearing suddenly emerged in the body of the monk above it, as if even the blood was about to be thrown out in this rapid sinking. .
But the monks who survived the first wave of fighting were naturally determined. Despite this change, no one shouted in exclamation. Instead, they kept their bodies fixed on the platform, and went away with their madness. .
The sky is getting farther and farther away from them, and the countless surrounding platforms that have not yet opened protection are also gradually becoming black spots in the eyes of everyone.
These twenty-eight descending platforms, in a blink of an eye, penetrated deeply into the mist, and the mist roared, rolling over the platforms everywhere, eventually submerging them.
Wang Lin's eyes were dignified, he saw the fog surrounding him, and he clearly felt that the platform he was on seemed to have fallen into hell, descending endlessly in madness.
I don't know how long it took, and there was a loud bang, and the platform stopped sinking. There was fog all around, and nothing was visible.
At this moment, a sudden crisis filled Wang Lin's mind. He turned around abruptly, raised his right hand and waved backwards. Amidst the roar, the mist behind him suddenly rolled over, revealing his inside. Zhang's ferocious animal face was a human-like beast whose entire body was extremely full of pustules. The beast's hands were slender and sharp with nails. The body was slapped by Wang Lin's palm. Hidden in the mist.
At the same time, there was a screaming scream not far away, obviously it was their group of monks, someone was successfully attacked.
There was a gleam in Wang Lin's eyes, and he recognized the fierce beast!
This fierce beast, despite its slightly different appearance, felt the same to Wang Lin as the strange thing rushing out of the head of the ancient god in the land of the demon spirit!
In the cold snort, Wang Lin waved his hands, and the wind swept around him, blowing away the diffuse mist frantically. There were not many monks who did this kind of behavior like him. Almost all of them used supernatural powers for the first time. The mist was dispersed, and in a blink of an eye, the mist within tens of thousands of feet around was forced to retreat, making this place empty!
On the twenty-eight platform, there are three places at the moment, empty.
The cold breath was permeated, and a cold air radiated from the monk's body. Tens of thousands of feet away, all around was mist, and I couldn't see through it. All positions were surrounded by mist.
The whimpering roars faintly spread from the surrounding fog, and then, under the gaze of Wang Lin and others, when they saw the fog, strange figures suddenly appeared.
The humanoid beasts are looming in the fog, and at a glance, you don't know how many!
All around!
"Dear friends, no matter which clan you belong to, we are here now and are teleported to the same place. It is also considered as fate. In the current crisis, we still have to keep our hands...
The veteran is familiar with the classics, and I know a little bit about this ancient cemetery. At the moment, we are only on the periphery of this cemetery. After the test of entering the tomb, the survivors are eligible to enter the inside..." The look of the old woman was confused, and the hoarse voice came out slowly at this moment.
As soon as its voice fell, the humanoid beast in the surrounding fog roared frantically, all rushed out of the fog, and went straight to the twenty-eight platforms, and the twenty-five monks went away!
This scene shocked the mind, the number of fierce beasts is no less than thousands!
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he saw tyrannical emotions in these fierce beasts. This emotion is the lead of igniting false fire!
The Xuhuo monk, both inside and outside the world, are extremely mysterious existences that few cultivators can encounter, but the terrifying and extremely distinctive signs of the supernatural power of Xuhuo are extremely famous in the Taigu stars outside the world!
It is precisely because this kind of monk is rare for tens of thousands of years, so the rumors have almost passed the virtual fire monk into a powerful figure comparable to the power of three steps!
The various rumors about the Void Fire monk even filled the hearts of the Primordial Star monk, especially the many cultivations here, the cultivation bases are advanced generations, they have all heard of those terrible rumors.
Rumor has it that the virtual fire cultivator waved his hand, but a thousand troops could be wiped out...
According to the rumors, the gaze of the cultivator Xuhuo was stunned, unable to resist...
Rumor has it that the False Fire monk is like a nightmare hidden in his mind, igniting the emotions of the enemy, burning to death...
According to rumors, the anger of the mortal fire monk could detonate everyone’s anger and become the only person standing up to the starry sky in the corpse mountain...
Rumor... Rumor... Still rumor...
No one knows this place except for the genocide girl, even the white-clothed woman does not know, the rumors of the Void Fire monk is hidden among them...
The virtual fire is invisible when it is not displayed...