In a word, even though the roar shook the sky and shook the entire starry sky, it couldn't restore the glory of collapse, and the desperate thought of survival!
Brother Yunhai, under the rush from outside the realm, there are only less than ten thousand Brother Yunhai, who is still dying, shrinking...
One person retreats, everyone retreats, the retreat is like a tide, and it collapses!
Every monk of Yunhai showed despair, looking at the invaders that were many times as dense as themselves, and they did not have the courage to continue to fight.
Once retreated and defeated, the fierce flames from outside the realm rose even more, and the piercing laughter and roar spread all over the world and spread to everyone in the ears of Monk Yunhai.
But they are still retreating...
Few people are not afraid of death, they are afraid.
"Yunhai, it's over..."
"Instead of dying here, it's better to save my life..."
"The war is not over yet. Although this battle is defeated, if I go to other star regions, I still have a chance to fight again..."
All kinds of thoughts appeared in the mind of every Yunhai monk, and found all kinds of excuses for them to retreat, making them retreat faster...
The red shirt did not retreat. He fought to death again with the six powers. He knew that he would never retreat. The other monks were afraid of death, and he was unable to stop the retreat. But he is a power in the world. If he retreats, this The battle is really a complete defeat!
The defeat in the first battle will be a heavy blow to the world that is not yet ready, and the world will no longer have the power to continue the battle...
Nan Yunzi didn’t retreat either. He remained silent throughout his life, but he made great promises. He wanted to repay him. The world is his home. He wants to protect. He has no reason. He is the pinnacle of the world. Yes, back down... In silence, Nan Yunzi's eyes showed the intention of killing!
In the retreat of the cultivators of nearly ten thousand clouds, the monks from outside the world rushed in frantically, like a pack of wolves entering the flock, under the fight, nearly ten thousand cultivators lost their glory amidst the screams of screams, Thousands died again!
One more person did not retreat!
He is Wang Lin!
He did not speak again, but raised his head with a firm look, and went straight to the outside army that was pursuing the retreating cultivator Yunhai!
Every step was taken, there was a roar resounding, Wang Lincha came, waved his right hand, and thunder roared, but he saw the huge thunder map immediately appeared in the starry sky, and at the moment when the thunder map appeared, Wang Lin raised his right hand. Ripped to the starry sky suddenly!
"Open, Taikoo Thunder Realm!"
The starry sky roared, and in the thunder map, a huge crack was directly torn open, a breath of vicissitudes rushed out, and a roar of the ancient thunder dragon roared directly, but several ancient thunder dragons were seen. From the crevice, the head of the probe merged into the thunder map, and in the mouth, there was endless lightning blasting down!
Each bolt of lightning is ten feet in thickness, and after Wang Lin has released all the origins of the thunder, it descends madly!
The flame storm appeared out of thin air and turned into a huge vortex, with the Suzaku dancing in it, and with a long hiss, it went straight to the surrounding cultivators!
The sky was roaring, and the huge sound shook the starry sky! The power of one person blocked the army from outside pursuits, and the power of one person caused the army of outsiders to stop there!
This scene, seen from a distance, was enough to shake the minds of all monks!
The starry sky seems to be separated, and on one side is the shrinking sea of clouds, thousands of monks in despair!
On one side, there are tens of thousands of outsiders!
In the middle, it is Wang Lin!
On the starry sky in the middle, there is a huge thunder map roaring, and in the starry sky in the middle, outside of Wang Lin's body, there is a storm of nine-color flames spinning!
Wang Lin turned his back to the thousands of Yunhai monks who were retreating, and looked at the endless head in front of him, standing there calmly, looking coldly!
He alone made the outside army dare not move forward!
After a short silence, the outside army burst out with a terrible roar, rushing towards them!
Wang Lin did not speak, raising his right hand, the blood sword turned into a metamorphosis. After being held fiercely by him, he raised his right arm, stared at the front, and stepped forward. The thunder and thunder accompanied him to his body, and the flame storm swirled around outside.
As soon as those outside cultivators approached, there were thousands of virtual fire burning and retreating sternly, and nearly a thousand people were fallen by the thunder, and their bodies collapsed!
But there are too many monks from outside the world, and there are a large number of monks with great supernatural powers in them. Wang Linmo said that he has not yet reached the third step. Even if he is the third step powerful, he cannot resist under these more than 100,000 monks. !
A storm of supernatural powers fused with monks from outside the realm rushed forward and went straight to Wang Lin. This was a deadly battle. Wang Lin gave a low roar and didn't step back half a step. Instead, he continued to fight forward. He spouted. Blood, blood stained red on the white clothes.
His eyes were already full of blood, and his face was full of exhaustion, his vitality had begun to dry up, and his ancient god's power was faintly unable to keep up, and his physical body had already been wounded and wounded!
A series of wounds almost all over his body!
But the out-of-bounds cultivation that died in his hands is impossible to calculate. Wang Lin didn't calculate it either. He only knew one thing at the moment, and he couldn't find the reason to leave with peace of mind...
The envoy’s account, scenes of the existence of benefactors in the world, the hometown where he was born and raised him, all of these made him unable to retreat...
The blood-red eyes turned the world in front of Wang Lin into a bloody color. Under the continuous killing, in the footsteps of this person to stop the army, slowly, there was a person behind Wang Lin, the monk Yunhai, stopped.
He was a young man, a young man only in the early stage of Nirvana. Fortunately, he did not die in the tragedy that happened just now. He turned around and stared blankly at Wang Lin in the distance behind him, at Wang Lin’s back, and at his back. The endless monk in front of Wang Lin seemed to be blocked by two huge arms.
"My cultivator, what a fight..." the young man murmured, the glory of the collapse seemed to show signs of awakening and change.
Another monk Yunhai stopped fleeing, turned around silently and stared at Wang Lin's back in a daze. Slowly, his fighting spirit awakened in his eyes, his eyes turned red, and a frenzy burst out from the bottom of his heart.
"My brother, what a fight..."
More Yunhai cultivators stopped fleeing and looked back at Wang Lin. Those murmured lines revealed an inexplicable smell at this moment. This smell can make all bloody people crazy!
"My brother, what a fight!!"
"My generation monks, what a fight!!!" One by one, the Yunhai monks stopped, and until the end, the thousands of Yunhai monks who had fled like the dog of the bereavement, all stopped, all looking at Wang Lin, in their eyes , The words that Wang Lin roared before, clearly appeared in his ears again!
The words were so pale and feeble in their ears just now, they couldn't move them half-heartedly, and they couldn't make any ripples, but at this moment, Wang Lin used his actions to clearly tell this sentence to them. All the Yunhai cultivators, what are they called cultivators of my generation, what a fight! !
Although their cloud sea glory collapsed, Wang Lin gave them another glory, the glory of war! ! Fight for the sea of clouds, fight for your hometown, fight for everything you want to protect! !
At this moment, the huge sky-opening axe in the enclosing formation fell again, blasting away, and the five thousand outside cultivators collapsed and died. At the same moment, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head and stared at the opening. Tian Axe, in the eyes of thousands of monks in the sea of clouds behind him, Wang Lin rushed up!
"Feng Zun, help me!!"
Wang Lin's roar spread, and directly shook into the great formation of the sealed world, and passed into the soft light that trapped the Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Hall, within the jade pendant!
In the jade pendant, the vestige's remaining spiritual consciousness seemed to burst out of the last force in his life, and the soft light directly merged into the entire enclave formation.
Following the great formation of the sealed world, directly entering the open axe that was cut down, the light of the fusion was diffused within the sky-opening axe that was slowly raised, and the huge sky-opening axe was shocked!
It seemed that there was a great struggle, fighting against the soft light, but under the continuous influx of the soft light, at the moment when the sound of roaring sound spread across the starry sky, this huge sky-opening axe, Suddenly stopped in midair, bursts of ancient gods' aura spread rapidly from within!
"Fengjie Kaitian Axe, please lend me the inheritor, for one use..." An old voice came from the great formation and fell into the ears of every monk!
There was sadness in Nan Yunzi's eyes, how could he forget this voice!
The red-dressed woman who was at war with her changed her complexion, and a rare fear flashed in her eyes. The memories of that year filled her mind.
The red shirt looked calm, but at the moment the voice appeared, there was a recollection in his eyes, as if he had returned to the past, and talked about the pedantic character of the other party, which made him denounce him back then. But the respected lord always smiled and shook his head without saying a word.
The boy in Hanyi heard this voice as well, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. The person he was most afraid of in his life was not the out-of-the-world palm master, not the immortal concubine, but this venerable master! !
In that old voice, opened the sky axe, stopped struggling, its size shrank rapidly, and finally turned into less than a few feet, but the ancient spirit aura on it multiplied crazily!
Wang Lin leaped up, and under the attention of everyone, he grasped the axe! !
This is an ancient magic weapon, this is the strongest weapon of the royal family, this is an axe that opens the sky! !
At the moment when he grasped this axe, Wang Lin's brow centered and the ancient god star bounced and spun, bursting out of Wang Lin's body with an aura comparable to that of the ancient Taoist inheritance!
For countless thousands of years, since being sealed into the Great Array, Wang Lin was the first ancient god to hold this Heaven-Opening Axe! !