Therefore, the person is facing Wang Lin cross-legged, Wang Lin can see the expression on his face before his death, that expression is very strange, as if he was surprised! It is as if this person looked ecstatic at first, as if he was absorbing the power of basalt, but when he was most excited, something shocking happened to him, which led to his death, giving him a look of joy and surprise!
Wang Lin has never seen this person, but he seems to know that this person is very likely the Xuanwu Saint Emperor who rebelled against the Four Sage Sects and entered the Cultivation Alliance!
For the Four Sage Sects, and for the old Sage Emperor of the year, they were always puzzled as to why Xuanwu would betray his clan and would like to become a running dog of the Cultivation Alliance!
All of this, when Wang Lin saw this Xuanwu, when he saw this middle-aged man, there was a vague guess.
In Wang Lin's eyes, this huge basalt stone beast, like the two giant dragons that he saw in the ancient gods cemetery that year, exudes breath from its body is extremely amazing!
Although this breath was lifeless, it was strong enough to make Wang Lin moved. After a glance, Wang Lin retracted his gaze, took a step forward, and went straight to the top of the highest mountain in a flash.
Behind him, the blood mist sprayed by one hundred thousand cultivators on the hundred thousand big mountain condensed and rushed straight towards Wang Lin. But Wang Lin didn't even take a look at all of these. His figure was so fast that instantly he came to the top of the highest mountain.
Just as he approached, a mad roar suddenly rose from the top of the mountain and blasted towards all directions, turning into countless ripples and shaking, even blowing Wang Lin's clothes.
Even the colorful clouds and mist surrounding the top of the mountain were shaken loose in this roar, and moved a lot to the surroundings, making the top of the mountain clearly fall in Wang Lin's eyes!
At a glance, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly burst into the sky.
He saw Shimizu! !
At the top of this highest mountain, a man with a hideous look and a thin body was nailed to the mountain wall by nine sharp thorns. The nine sharp thorns exuded bursts of colorful lights, but they were not colorful nails.
This hideous person is Shimizu! Although his face changed drastically, even though he did not look like his old grace, even though his hair was messed up to cover his hideous face, and his eyes showed crazy red light and killing, Wang Lin recognized him at a glance. He is Senior Brother Qingshui!
Roars kept coming from Qingshui's mouth. He seemed to want to collapse the nine sharp thorns on his body, but he couldn't do it. He could only roar crazily.
"Kill, kill, kill! Kill you all, kill everyone! Kill!!!" A vague and almost distorted voice came from Qingshui's mouth hoarsely, shaking the world.
In front of him, there is another thing!
This was a colorful index finger about ten feet in size that appeared out of thin air. The index finger was floating in the air, and the slender nail was three inches away from the center of Qingshui's eyebrows.
It exists as if it has been a long, long time, floating there, bursts of red filaments drilled out from the center of Qingshui's eyebrows, and were constantly absorbed by that finger.
Wang Lin's scalp was numb, and he faintly felt that these 100,000 mountains were absolutely extraordinary, and this formation had its special function, and Qingshui was obviously the key to this formation!
"Petrochemical basalt, one hundred thousand benefits stab the mountain, one hundred thousand monks become living dead, release their blood, condense their resentment, and turn into a mass of killing... What kind of formation is this!" Wang Lin moved forward quickly in silence. , In a blink of an eye, following the scattered gaps of colorful clouds and mists, entered into it, the distance from the clear water is already less than a hundred feet!
But as he approached, Qing Shui suddenly raised his head, but his messy hair still concealed most of his appearance. Only his eyes were red and godless, staring at Wang Lin frantically, roaring.
"Kill kill kill!! I want to kill everything, kill everyone, kill you all, kill all sentient beings!!"
This roaring sound contained a murderous aura. Wang Lin was the first to bear the brunt, and his heart was shocked. This murderous aura was strong enough to blast away the monk’s Dao Heart and let all those approaching him be blended with the murderous aura, like an extreme state. In general, directly horrified death!
There was sorrow in Wang Lin's eyes. He faintly guessed something, but there were still a few things that he didn't understand. At this moment, he was striding forward, ignoring the murderous intent of the clear water.
Hundred feet, eighty feet, sixty feet, up to thirty feet!
At the moment when Qing Shui was thirty feet away, Qing Shui roared, staring at Wang Lin fiercely, struggling, within his crazy binocular pupils, a flash of red lightning flashed out.
This red lightning is its extreme state!
Following its roar, the red lightning flew out and went straight to Wang Lin. The distance between the two was too close, and the lightning suddenly approached almost instantly. A slaying of heaven and earth erupted from the lightning, and there was a source of origin. Power exists inside!
This source of power is surprisingly the source of killing!
The roar echoed. When the lightning came, Wang Lin waved his hands in front of him. He ran into the red lightning. Under the shock of the lightning, he collapsed directly. Wang Lin's hands numb, and he clearly feels a wave of extremes. The strength of the realm rushed into the body, trying to break his own mind, but he was quickly suppressed.
He was about to continue to step forward, but at this moment, Qing Shui opened his mouth and heard a loud roar after Wang Lin entered this place!
This roar, the origin of the killing, reached an extremely terrifying level, and even at the moment when the roar came out, a huge blood shadow turned out in front of Qing Shui, this blood shadow was a head , Opened his blood basin and came straight to Wang Lin.
This killing aura, even Wang Lin's complexion changed. The strength of this aura had already shaken him, giving him a sense of life and death crisis. At the moment when the blood shadow came, Wang Lin pinched his hands with both hands and looked left. Jin Huo, Jin Lei in his right eye came out at the same time, and directly touched the blood shadow.
With a bang, blood overflowed from the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, and under the impact, he hurriedly backed away, but his eyes were always looking at the clear water, and the sadness in his eyes was thicker.
"Brother Qingshui!! I'm Wang Lin, and I'm your brother Wang Lin!!" Wang Lin stepped back, biting his lower lip, and yelled at the crazy Qingshui.
The blood shadow dissipated under the golden sea of fire and golden thunder, and the force of the impact was rolled back, blowing Qingshui's messy hair, revealing his messy eyes and complete face.
This made Wang Lin clearly see that on the face that had been covered by the messy hair before, there were rows of bulging blue veins, and within those blue veins, something seemed to be wriggling.
As soon as Wang Lin's words sounded, Qing Shui's eyes condensed, and his expression suddenly revealed pain. This pain revealed a sorrow and despair after discovering something secret!
"My soul was suppressed by the basalt body, Wang Lin... killed... I... killed all sentient beings!!"
At the moment he was sober, the huge petrochemical basalt on the ground shook with a sudden shock, and there was a gray gas erupting directly from it. It instantly merged into the highest mountain, went straight to the peak of the clear water, and then rushed into the clear water body. .
After being charged by this gray air, Qingshui's short sorrow was once again replaced by that crazy killing, and even the words from the previous struggle became the crazy roar again.
His head shook, his expression was painful, and his eyes became more red.
As Wang Lin retreated, under the struggle before the clear water, with his hair being blown by the force of the impact, he clearly saw three inches on the right side of the heavenly spirit above his head. There was a sharp thorn and the tenth sharp thorn. !
This sharp thorn is hidden in the hair, it is difficult to be found at all!
"Ten sharp thorns!! Not nine, but ten!! I understand!" Wang Lin backed away abruptly. He suddenly lowered his head, looking at the hundred thousand mountains below him, with a gleam in his eyes.
"Hundred thousand mountains, turned into ten sharp thorns, sealed the body of clear water!"
"The monks on the hundred thousand mountains nourish Xuanwu with their blood, and stab the water with their life's killings!"
"This Xuanwu is not a death, but a real body, a Xuanwu flesh body!! Suppress Qingshui Soul with Xuanwu!"
"The purpose of all this is to give birth to the original source of killing from Qingshui. In other words, Senior Brother Qingshui is like a furnace tripod. This oven tripod exists for the purpose of killing the original source!!"
"I understand. The reason why the Xuanwu Saint Emperor betrayed that year was because the Cultivation Alliance did not know where to find the Xuanwu flesh body. This Xuanwu is very likely to be the four war generals under the Immortal Venerable, whose flesh will not rot for thousands of years. It also contains the atmosphere of the Xuanwu family. As a descendant of the Xuanwu Saint Emperor, he wants to gain the power of his ancestors, so he betrayed. Only this temptation is enough to make him a traitor!"
"Senior Brother Qingshui came here to find the cause of his madness. He must have discovered something. This discovery made him crazy again! And the colorful index finger, this index finger, is the root of everything. A trace of redness is the source of the killing!" Wang Lin retreated, and under the shaking of his mind, he faintly explored the truth!
Even as he stepped back, the blood mist sprayed from the mouths of the Shiwan Dashan monks suddenly condensed around the clear water in front of him. Under the squirming red mist, bloody colors appeared in it. Picture.
In the screen, a small mortal country is instantly overturned, and the prince-prince boy flees with a miserable and sorrowful look. But in the sky in this picture, there is a colorful glow, and within that colorful glow, there is a vague phantom.
The picture flashed, the young man worshipped into the gate of the mountain, and was greatly abused|humiliated. He stood on a mountain, and his weak body uttered a cry. He hated the heaven and the earth, and hated all sentient beings!
The extreme state was born.
In the sky, there is also the presence of the colorful light, and the figure in the colorful is always looking at the young man below.
Wang Lin's heart was shaken. He looked at the scenes in the blood mist, and he felt astonished as he knew the seven million worlds of the Lightning Clan in the past. He faintly had a terrible guess!
"Keep Dao..."