Qing Shui's body trembled violently, and the thorn on his chest was pulled by Wang Lin and pulled out several inches directly from the flesh. A suction force came from his wound, firmly locking the thorn. , Making Wang Lin feel clearly when pulling.
Even more, at the moment when it pulled the thorn, a strange breath was directly passed into Wang Lin's heart from the Nali thorn. At this moment, Wang Lin's heartbeat skyrocketed, that pounding, pounding. The sound, as if beating a drum, came crazily in Wang Lin's body.
Pounding, pounding, the sound of the heartbeat became faster and faster, and in just a moment, it almost became one piece, turning into a heart-wrenching pain and emerging in Wang Lin's body.
"This first thorn seals his heart!" At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded from behind Wang Lin.
Wang Lin paused. He hadn't noticed anything before. He suddenly heard this sound, his pupils shrank, and he slowly turned his head to look behind him.
The mountain where Qingshui was located floated in the air, separated from the colorful index finger. As its soul was freed from the Xuanwu, the colorful index finger slowly dissipated in the colorful world.
But when Wang Lin looked back, the dissipated colorful index finger appeared again, but the colorful light on it was not thick and faint. Under Wang Lin's eyes, the colorful index finger seemed to collapse and became a little bit. The colorful crystal light did not diffuse, but after recondensing, it turned into a fuzzy colorful figure.
Although this figure is vague, its eyes are clear, looking at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was silent, the ancient star point on the center of his eyebrows rotated rapidly, and the ancient magic star in his right eye also turned, his left hand pinched the tactic, and the right hand released the sharp thorn, faintly inside.
"Don't be nervous, you can continue to save him, I won't stop you..." the vague colorful figure said quietly.
Wang Lin did not relax at all, the gaze of this colorful figure made him recognize at a glance, it was the colorful person he had seen before in the blood fog picture!
Wang Lin knows a lot about Qicai. He has a colorful statue and has seen Qicai Taoist refining Taoist spirits. Even in the ancient tomb, he also saw the same colorful Taoist in the magical territory.
Looking at the colorful blurry figure in front of him, he couldn't be sure if the other party was the one who made his scalp numb, but the breath faintly emanating from the other party's body did not fluctuate at all and was very calm.
"Dao ancient inheritance... Immortal clan immortal body... Five Dao origins... There are indeed many secrets in your body." The colorful and fuzzy figure, the voice still faint, seemed to come from nothingness.
"Who is your excellency?" Wang Lin's heart was shaken, but his expression remained the same. If the other party was really the person he analyzed, then he would be able to discover his secret, he would not be surprised.
"These secrets in your body, if you are someone else, any one of them can be called a great good fortune... But for me, it is useless for the time being..." The colorful fuzzy figure shook his head, raised his right hand and pointed towards Qingshui, looking at it. Looking at Wang Lin, faintly said: "You continue, this is an opportunity I give you. If you can save him, you will take him away. If you can't save him, you will leave here... This is your only chance."
Wang Lin released the mark with his right hand in silence, did not turn around but grabbed the sharp thorn in Qing Shui's chest. The moment he grasped it, the breath that had rushed into his heart once again enveloped him.
Under this breath, Wang Lin's heart ached sharply, but he held it back. He firmly grasped the sharp thorn, and slowly pulled it out.
The more he pulls out, the more Wang Lin’s heart stings. It’s as good as having a hand grasping the Lord’s heart and crushing it is as good as his body is the body of an ancient god, and his recovery power is amazing. The stinging attack is also rapidly healing.
"The body of Dao ancient inheritance is indeed good... Ye Mo shed three thousand blood back then, keeping the seed of inheritance, not wasted in vain..." The colorful and fuzzy figure looked at Wang Lin and slowly said.
At the moment when the pain in his heart reached its extreme, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with golden light, and his right hand slammed outwards, immediately pulling out the first thorn from Qing Shui's chest! Shimizu gritted his teeth, his body was trembling constantly, but he didn't make a sound. It was just that his face covered by messy hair had already bulged blue veins, and his expression was twisted in pain.
Fresh blood filled the chest of clear water, and as soon as it came out, Wang Lin's left hand Pinching Jue directly hit the wound at an extremely fast speed, the mark flashed, and the blood slowly disappeared.
Wang Lin was silent. The repulsive force in his body was turning around at this moment. The interlacing of the immortal force and the power of Daogu made noises continuously flow out of his body. Under this repulsive force, the sharp thorns outside Wang Lin’s body, Collapse one by one.
Only those who remain deeply in the flesh are as if they have grown inside, taking root to death.
At the moment when the back of the Petrochemical Xuanwu shattered and the 100,000 sharp thorns penetrated, Wang Lin used the light and shadow shield and the ancient gods' blessing. All this was hidden in the sky full of sharp thorns, and outsiders could not see it.
But even so, it still can't completely stop the impact of this sharp thorn, and can only postpone it slightly.
Standing there panting for a while, after Wang Lin's heart tingling slowly dissipated, he glanced at the colorful fuzzy figure, threw the sharp thorn in his hand, pressed the second sharp thorn on Qingshui's throat, and squeezed it fiercely. live.
"This second thorn, it is his tendons that seals!"
Wang Lin's eyes flickered slightly, and he said solemnly: "Dao Gu Ye is lonely with three thousand blood, I don't know what your words mean!"
The colorful figure seemed to laugh, shook his head and said, "If you can pull out the three thorns, I can tell you a secret about Daogu..."
Wang Lin couldn't understand the thoughts of this colorful and fuzzy person. The other party did everything possible to pay attention to Shimizu when he was still a mortal. It changed Shimizu's life and kept him in grief and despair. Finally, he arranged such a formation here. The law is for the origin of the killing.
But right now, with the appearance of the opponent, the bursts of words, and the look that seemed indifferent, it made Wang Lin question his previous guess.
In Wang Lin’s view, the indifferent in this colorful person’s divine consciousness is not false, but true. He doesn’t care...
"What the hell did he do..." In silence, Wang Lin grabbed the second thorn of Qingshui's throat and pulled it out fiercely. Under this pull, all the tendons in Wang Lin's body were stretched, as if The body was stretched infinitely, this kind of pain, he had tried before when he opened the bow, and at this moment, although the pain was severe, he could endure it.
With a sudden tugging, with a bang, the second thorn was pulled out by him!
Qingshui gritted his teeth tightly and let out a muffled snort, sweating all over his body, enduring the indescribable pain.
Wang Lin's face was pale, and his right hand pressed the third sharp thorn on Qing Shui's left arm.
"This third thorn, as well as the fourth thorn on his right arm, seals his divine consciousness!" The colorful person said slowly, his voice steadfast.
Wang Lin let out a low growl, and after holding the third thorn in his right hand, he yanked outwards suddenly. During this tugging, his spiritual consciousness was immediately hit by a strong bombardment from the third thorn. In his feelings, it was as if the divine consciousness was spreading and was hit hard.
A mouthful of blood spurted, Wang Lin looked hideously and pulled out the third thorn. At the same time, without any pause, he grabbed the fourth thorn on Qing Shui's right arm, and slammed it outward again.
With this drag, Wang Lin’s heavily wounded consciousness was once again violently impacted by the strong force. There was a roar in his heart, his body trembling, and blood was sprayed again, and the repulsive force in his body rolled, making his body Trembling constantly.
Qing Shui's arms drooped, and he suddenly raised his head, looking at Wang Lin, his eyes seemed to be unable to see the colorful person, only Wang Lin. There were sadness, relief, and excitement in his eyes.
Wang Lin wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled at Qing Shui. But soon, his expression condensed. In Qing Shui’s pupils, everything around Wang Lin was reflected, but Wang Lin only saw his own figure. Colorful.
"He can't see me... here, only you can see. You are a very interesting spiritual practice. Like the small repair that surprised me by believing in the source of war, it is an anomaly here... If it weren't for me, I'm pretty sure about you. It has nothing to do with me, otherwise, I would really not believe that the work of good fortune is so wonderful." The colorful figure seemed to sigh.
"He said that I have nothing to do with him... What does this mean... Believe in the source of war? Could it be that what this person said was the dead Zhan Konglie, or... the old ghost!" Wang Lin couldn't see through the colorful figure. His eyes flashed, and he slowly said, "Dao Gu's three thousand blood, I don't know what it means!"
The colorful person smiled, glanced at Wang Lin, and said softly with a trace of memory.
"There was no ancient country repair here at first, and there is no such thing as Dao Gu Ye... But he still came. Before his death, he waved away three thousand blood of his clan. Among them, one thousand became ancient gods, one thousand became ancient demons, and one Thousands of ancient monsters. As the years go by, these three thousand blood will either merge or dilute.
This is the origin of your three tribes here. "
Wang Lin's heart was shocked. He would not believe all the other party's words, but these words were very similar to what the remnant soul of the ancient demon inside the drum of war said when he was aspiring to the top in the land of demon spirits!
The ancient demon Belo once said that the ancients were the first generation to reverse the cultivation and died in the battle of the heavens. After their death, the ancient clan split, and slowly there were ancient gods, ancient demons, and ancient demons!
The ancient tribes are the second generation of retrospectives!
Although this statement is different from what the colorful person said, if the two are combined, there will be a clear truth!
"Dao Gu Ye Mo was attracted by the Immortal Venerable or by the colorful person in front of him. That battle was what the ancient demon Belo said was the battle between the ancient war and the heaven! The three thousand blood eventually turned into the ancient Among the three tribes, the one with a lot of fusion blood is the royal family! But, whether this is true or not!" Wang Lin took a deep breath.