The picture changed again, the young man grew up and returned to the land that was destroyed before. For seven days, the crimson moon was filled with charcoal, and the blood flowed into rivers... In this picture, the colorful glow also exists.
In another picture, the blood of the river of blood rose to the sky, killing many monks who had come from afar, and the man in qingyi turned and left with sorrow.
Wang Lin looked at the pictures that flashed in the blood mist, shaking his heart. He saw Qing Shui's past, saw Qing Shui step into the fairy world, and saw that the picture was no longer evil on his face, but the clear water showing the color of happiness. .
Beside him, there was a woman who was not beautiful in appearance, but there was a gentle expression. She looked at the clear water softly, with a sweet smile on her face.
In front of the two of them, there was an old man. This old man was Bai Fan. His expression was kind, looking at them lovingly, as if saying something.
However, in this picture, there is still that colorful light faintly appearing in the sky, with a strange look in his indifferent eyes, staring at the clear water. This gaze appeared many times, and the more Wang Lin looked at it, the more weird it became. This gaze seemed like looking in the mirror, like the other himself...
The blood mist surged and changed in a flash, and the picture within it immediately changed. This time, what was revealed was a dramatic change that made Wang Lin's eyes appear solemn and sad!
In that picture, Qing Shui was sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain, and when he was vomiting, suddenly the colorful person in the sky stretched out his right hand and pointed downward.
At this point, Qing Shui's body suddenly shook, his eyes opened suddenly, and his mind was replaced by a bloody light and killing, and an earth-shattering roar came from his mouth, echoing the entire fairy world! Similarly, in the distance of this picture, Bai Fan is also there. He stared at the sky blankly, his expression revealing an unbelievable color, he faintly seemed to feel something!
Shimizu, crazy!
The killings that had been stagnating for a long time on him, at the moment of his madness, descended on the immortal realm. Under the endless killings, Wang Lin saw that many of the practitioners of the thunder celestial realm died tragically in the hands of Qing Shui. He was like a bloodthirsty demon. Kill the more crazy!
Until that picture, in front of Qingshui, the woman appeared. Sadness appeared in the eyes of the woman, but she was still gentle. She died in Qingshui's hands, but the pain was hidden on her face. Instead, she looked at Qingshui softly and lifted it up. The jade hand that was raised seemed to touch the face of his lover, but in the end, he put it down weakly, closed his eyes, and seemed to say a word...
It was this sentence, as well as the hot blood before his death, that made the crazy clear water, in an instant, wake up, and send out a scream of sorrow that can only be heard after despair reaches the limit! !
With this sorrowful roar, the picture collapsed, and under the movement of the blood fog, it was repeated, repeating from the earliest first painting, continuously looping.
It seems that there is a kind of power that wants to use this cruel way to constantly let Qing Shui resurface the memory, so that it will always be in slaughter, madness, and sorrow, so that it cannot be separated from eternal life.
In this way, to stimulate the clear water, let the killing source in his body slowly grow, slowly become more and more solid...
Wang Lin felt the same way. He only knew the story of Qingshui a little before, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, it made him more sorrowful. He was sad for Qingshui's life and his encounter with Qingshui.
"Brother Qingshui, I, Wang Lin, have done everything today, and I will rescue you too!" Wang Lin looked firm, turned around abruptly, no longer looked at the circulating image in the blood mist, but walked straight like a rainbow in his steps. The Xuanwu body below that suppressed the Soul of Qingshui was gone!
This Xuanwu is as big as the entire Seven Colors Realm. Even though it has been petrified, the aura it exudes is extremely powerful. As Wang Lin approaches, the aura is more clearly felt by him.
He even had the illusion that this Xuanwu was not death, but a deep sleep!
"To save Qingshui, first solve its soul!" With Wang Lin's knowledge of the formation control, it can be seen at this moment that this petrified basalt is the key to breaking the formation!
If the Xuanwu that suppressed his soul was not destroyed first, it would be impossible to remove the ten sharp thorns from Qing Shui's body! Wang Lin is very sure about this!
He rushed straight down as he stepped, raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and the ancient power in his body condensed suddenly, turning into an illusory fist, and went straight to the Xuanwu.
As soon as this fist was thrown, there was a gust of wind, and it fell directly on the back of Xuanwu under the bang, but after hearing a loud bang, the whole body of Xuanwu shook, but there was no damage.
On the contrary, there was a vigorous rewind, falling in front of Wang Lin, causing Wang Lin's body to be immediately impacted by the force of the rewind, and he withdrew back dozens of feet.
"Give it to me!!" Wang Lin's eyes were red, and he stepped out again under the roar. With his right hand raised, he threw ten punches forward in a row! Each punch is the full power of his seven-star ancient god, and with its roar, his fist resembles a storm that rolls around the sky and the earth, rushing towards Xuanwu frantically under the howling.
The sound of a boom came from the world, the petrochemical basalt body vibrated, but its back was hard and unimaginable. In these ten punches, there was no sign of fragmentation. At the same time, its counter shock was even more powerful. Shockingly, he swiftly went straight to Wang Lin.
The sound of ka ka suddenly came from Wang Lin's right arm, and his body went back a hundred feet away again, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but Wang Lin's expression was even more hideous.
At this moment, at the moment that the echo of the roar spread throughout the Seven Colors Realm, a muffled neigh faintly emanated from the Xuanwu body. This neighing sound could not be heard, only the mind could feel it.
At this moment of neighing and ups and downs, on the one hundred thousand great mountains transformed by one hundred thousand thorns, the one hundred thousand cultivators immediately roared. As if their bodies were restored to their freedom, they were shocked by the sharp thorns that penetrated the whole body. Pulling up, the blood was spraying, the wounds on their bodies squirmed strangely and healed instantly.
From the outside, except for the damaged clothes, no injuries were visible. The 100,000 monks showed madness in their eyes. They immediately roared and rushed towards Wang Lin from all directions. All kinds of magical powers immediately permeated their hands. , Shrouded this colorful world.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed murderously, and the golden flame in his left eye followed with a wave of his left hand, and then burst out. Although the flame became golden, the virtual flame was still there. At this moment, the spreading immediately enveloped the rushing monks around him.
However, no false fire was born in the 100,000 cultivators. There is only one explanation for this phenomenon. These 100,000 cultivators are not alive at all. They have already died. Now although they seem to be alive, they are actually Controlled by some strange force.
Although there was no virtual fire, Wang Lin became the flame of the fairy fire, but its power was infinitely stronger than that of the first battle of the sea of clouds. At this moment, it spread violently, and more golden thunder blasted out toward it. Sweeping from all directions, the sound of thunder from heaven and earth was surging, and there were countless casualties.
But at this moment, the nearly 100,000 cultivators were in the moment when the golden sea of fire and the thunder roared, their bodies suddenly collapsed and exploded, and their flesh and blood splashed down. All the flesh and blood of these 100,000 cultivators immediately condensed in Together, as they continued to condense and wriggle, in a blink of an eye, they formed a huge knife almost as high as the sky and the earth!
This knife is a flesh and blood knife. It is made up of one hundred thousand cultivators. As it is lifted, it covers the sky and forms a huge shadow covering the earth.
Looking from a distance, in the blade body, you can see countless twisted faces, as well as numerous stumps and broken arms. The flesh-and-blood sword was suddenly raised at the moment it appeared, whistling and wailing with the screams of hundreds of thousands of cultivators. , Slashed towards Wang Lin quickly!
A crisis permeated Wang Lin's mind. He can still shrink at this moment, and he can also leave the colorful world without paying attention to Qingshui's life and death, but how can he do it! He can't do it!
There was a wild pride in his eyes, Wang Lin patted his brow with his right hand, and suddenly the seven golden stars on his brows revolved rapidly, and his body suddenly swelled, transforming into an ancient god of thousands of feet in a blink of an eye!
At the moment the knife of flesh and blood came, Wang Lin lifted his right hand and slammed it towards the sky. With a crash, the knife of flesh and blood came and directly touched with his right hand.
Wang Lin's whole body shook suddenly. He clearly felt that countless resentments and killing auras with a screaming roar rushed into the body like a storm from the knife, and a strong force came from the knife, shaking his body!
This is the physical power of 100,000 cultivators, all condensed together, this power has been changed by some kind of strange supernatural power. After being expanded several times, it can already hurt the Seven Star Ancient Gods!
But Wang Lin's body did not step back a little bit. The impact force was forcibly left in his body. He snarled and slammed his right hand upwards, and in a sudden, he bounced the knife of flesh and blood a few times. Baizhang.
"The strength is not enough, come again!" Wang Lin's voice reverberated, and the bounced fleshy knife whistled even harder, and came again!
The booming sound reverberated continuously, and as it became more violent, it was the knife of flesh and blood that had been cut down hundreds of times in a row! These hundreds of beheadings turned into a final knife, as if to chop Wang Lin in half, and fell suddenly.
At this moment, Wang Lin released all the power of repulsion, causing his body to explode ten percent of the power in this instant. This is a short-term fusion of immortals and gods. The moment this strange power bursts out, it is enough to kill the ethereal. In the early days, the great power, the previous master of the signs of heaven, was killed when Wang Lin's ten percent power burst out!
With a thunderous roar, Wang Lin shook his body, swallowing the blood that was about to be spewed, and borrowed all the impact power that had fallen on his body. The body is facing the petrified basalt below, backing away at an unprecedented speed!
Its backward speed was too fast, and it fell from mid-air almost in the blink of an eye. At the moment it fell near Xuanwu, Wang Lin suddenly turned around. For the first time in his life, after the power of the ancient gods erupted, he simultaneously used the power of both hands. Clenched fists with both hands, and smashed the petrified Xuanwu's back fiercely while roaring!
"Break it to me!!"
The entire Seven Colors Realm shook suddenly at this moment, the earth trembled, and the world seemed to collapse. As Wang Lin's double fists fell, the hard petrified basalt back made a violent click!