Wang Lin dropped his right hand, and with his majestic cultivation base, he condensed his spiritual consciousness directly into the heavenly spirit of the skinny old man like a flood, turning into a silent whistling, moving the spiritual consciousness and all flesh and bones in the old man's body.
There was a banging sound from the old man's body, his expression distorted, and he seemed to have suffered unimaginable pain. In this pain, the old man's seven orifices bleed, and his body trembled violently under the fixation technique.
In just a moment, the concentration of mind of the old man in the panic dissipated slightly, causing the old man's pain to turn into a scream.
He wanted to break free of Wang Lin's control, but no matter how hard he struggled, Wang Lin's right hand was as hard as a mountain, and the old man Tianling was firmly held, so that he had no chance to escape.
That tragic roar made the old man sweat all over his body, his eyes showed hopelessness, and his entire face was pale.
"You committed the crime of killing immortals, you must not die!! I am Lord Xianzun, a corporal, and I have the blood of an immortal. If you kill me today, there will be disaster in the future!"
"A lot of nonsense!" Wang Lin's expression was calm, his right hand slapped fiercely, and his divine consciousness once again rushed into the old man's body, condensed in his sea of knowledge, wanting to obtain all his memories.
Just as Wang Lin's divine consciousness entered the memory of this thin old man, in the depths of this ancient fairyland, in the center of the many statues that permeated the earth, there were four huge statues of the Three Clan of Qitiangu towering.
The surrounding area was quiet, as if it had been here since Heng ancient times. At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed from one of the statues.
"Suzaku, your descendant's cultivation base is not weak, but it is too self-conscious, and actually wants to search the memory of Shixian! Although Shixian is not as good as me, he has the blood of immortals, how can he be this little ant The descendants can be searched!" The voice came out with sarcasm.
"He came through the third step of the tribulation, and extracted his own destiny from the ninth sun of the tribulation. This kind of thing is incredible, but he did it. Baihu, you are so mocking. If it is you, you As the repairer of the lower realm, is it possible to do this..." In a cold snort, a voice of vicissitudes came from another statue.
"It's me, and it may not be impossible! I wait for the immortal to remember the immortal seal, this is the good fortune that my Seven Dao Sect core talents can enjoy, I am not surprised that this little ant can kill severely wounded immortals in recovery, But I decided that if he tries to break the seal of Xianzun, he is seeking his own way!" The mocking voice sneered before then.
"Well, why arguing because of this, Suzaku, your descendant is indeed overwhelmed. If he dies under the seal of the Immortal Venerable, will it affect your plan?" Inside another statue, pass. The third voice came out.
"He was not the one in my plan, and I was a little surprised that he was the first to come here..." There was a long silence, and Suzaku's voice came out faintly.
"This son is extraordinary. He is the first person I have seen in the third step of retrograde in my life. Unfortunately, he is from the lower realm. If he is in my Xiangang Continent, this son will definitely become famous! But he shouldn't search for souls. , The seal of Xianzun, I can’t break it even if I join forces. He will die if he doesn’t produce a half-pillar incense... It's a pity, it's a pity... "In the last statue, a fourth voice came out, and the voice was transparent. Regret.
The voices of the four people gradually disappeared and returned to peace. Even the Suzaku sighed in his heart. He knew Wang Lin and he knew each other, but he also didn't think that Wang Lin could break the seal of Immortal Venerable.
In the sea of consciousness of the thin old man, his divine consciousness had become a realm of its own, and it was tightly sealed off on the periphery, forming a thick mist, preventing Wang Lin's divine consciousness from penetrating in.
This is not the first time that Wang Lin has encountered this situation. He also encountered the same thing when searching for the memory of the silver-clothed woman. In the silver-clothed woman's knowledge of the sea, the colorful statue once appeared in the fog that sealed the memory. people.
Today in the sea of consciousness of the thin old man, Wang Lin once again saw the thick fog. His consciousness had a brief meal and immediately gathered together. Outside the mist of the sea of consciousness of the thin old man, as his consciousness condensed, Wang Lin's figure turned out.
This scene is very strange. In the vast world of the ancient immortal realm outside, Wang Lin closed his eyes and pressed his right hand on the skinny old man Tianling who was constantly trembling and struggling and screaming.
But inside, Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness was condensed into a soul, and appeared outside the sea of consciousness of the old man. Like his physical appearance, Wang Lin's soul was also dressed in white and had white hair.
He stood there, looking at the tumbling mist in front of him. The mist contained an inexplicable pressure, as if it were a seal. With this seal here, it could prevent all soul-searching techniques.
"The silver-clothed woman has such a seal, and this thin old man also has such a seal. It's interesting. It seems that all the immortals belonging to that Xianzun's subordinates are like this."
Wang Lin's gaze flashed, and his eyes gradually lit up. He was inadequate in his cultivation, and he stepped back and gave up outside of the spiritual consciousness of the silver-clothed woman. In addition to the reason for the cultivation, there is another reason. If he forced to break open, no matter what Whether it succeeds or not, it will cause great harm to the woman in silver.
But at the moment this thin old man will not make Wang Lin feel a little guilty. Although this old man has no hatred with him, but he is not guilty of death. If he encounters Wang Lin who does not know that all this is just a cave inside and outside the world, Wang Lin will not kill him.
But right now, Wang Lin already understood everything. For this Immortal Venerable Dongfu and all the immortals under his command, Wang Lin had an unspeakable hatred in his heart!
In particular, the disappearance of Li Muwan's fate has made Wang Lin's hatred reach its peak.
In a cold snort, within the sea of knowledge of the thin old man, Wang Lin stepped towards the fog. His figure was like a meteor, approaching instantly under the thundering roar of the sky. He lifted his right hand in front of him and waved it sharply, but saw the gust of wind appear out of nowhere. It turned into a storm and rushed straight to the mist.
The mist was rolling, and it madly broke open towards the surroundings. In a blink of an eye, a gap was rolled out in the mist in front of Wang Lin. At the moment when this gap was formed, Wang Lin stepped into it, and his figure disappeared into the mist.
In that fog, Wang Lin moved forward quickly, and the fog that had passed by separated in front of him, as if forming a channel. As Wang Lin moved forward, he gradually entered the depths of the fog.
As soon as he stepped into the depths of the mist, suddenly, in the fog ahead, there was a colorful glow suddenly flashing out, and the colorful glow was extremely dazzling in the dark mist, forming a dazzling glow. , Wang Lin couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Following his gaze, he saw a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the depths of the mist, in a thin mist penetrated by colorful lights.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes, his whole body dazzled with colorful light cross-legged, he was sitting there, and there was an overwhelming force blasting out, making Wan Ling tremble in front of him, unable to take a half step.
This colorful man was not the person Wang Lin met in Zhaohe's colorful world, but the real body of the colorful statue in the crack in his storage!
This is the second time that Wang Lin saw the other party. He was silent for a moment, with a cold light in his eyes. He walked forward without thinking, and under the pinch with his right hand raised, the sea of knowledge of the thin old man suddenly rolled and blew, but he saw a huge The palm print of Wang Lin suddenly appeared in front of Wang Lin. As one of his palms was slapped away, the palm prints boomed, penetrated the fog directly, and went straight to the cross-legged middle-aged man.
This man is a seal, a seal that prevents anyone from searching for the immortals under his command!
Under the roar, the huge palm print approached the cross-legged middle-aged man in an instant, and passed through, penetrating through his body, but at the moment of penetration, the palm print collapsed silently. This scene is extremely weird. Even if you look closely, you can clearly see that the palm print did not completely touch the opponent at all, but collapsed and collapsed three inches away from the opponent's body.
Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and his right hand was raised as the palm print collapsed. With a finger forward, a wave of air flowed along Wang Lin's finger. The wave of air swirled and approached in the whistling. This time Wang Lin saw it. Very carefully, he saw that the air wave vortex was also three inches away from the middle-aged man's body, silently collapsing.
Wang Lin stared at the middle-aged man, shook his body and took a step forward, personally came to the front, raised his right hand, the two fingers formed a sword and the ancient god star point on the eyebrows rotated, and the majestic ancient god's power blended into the two fingers. , So that at this moment, Wang Lin's two fingers could smash the earth, even enough to smash a cultivation star.
With such strength, his two fingers were getting closer and closer to the middle-aged man under the rumbling noise, and they were close to three inches in an instant.
At the moment when he entered the boundary of three inches, Wang Lin's eyes shone. He saw that his two fingers were collapsing rapidly in an unimaginable way. This collapse was painless, but it could be clearly seen. It collapsed.
In just an instant, his two fingers deep in the three-inch area disintegrated the smaller half, and the three-inch area was like a boundary, and all power would dissipate when it came.
If it is forced to go deep, then before encountering the middle-aged man, Wang Lin's right hand will all disappear without a trace. Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and his right hand slammed outward.
After stepping back a few steps, he looked calm, glanced at the middle-aged man who was closed cross-legged, and then looked at no wounds, but lost half of his fingers.
"What a weird power..." Wang Lin murmured, the power of the ancient god running inside his body, blending into his fingers, and his fingers slowly squirmed and gradually grew again.
While pondering, Wang Lin hesitated. With the seal of the middle-aged man's figure, it was very difficult to get the memory of the thin old man, but it was not impossible.