Through the hazy fog of death, one could see that deep in the cracks on the ground, there was a bald man wearing purple clothes sitting cross-legged. This man was wrapped in a purple robe, and there were sometimes sorrows on the top of the bare head. His soul face was bumped up and hissed silently.
As his hands lifted and waved outward, the three hundred bubbles came straight to him.
The bald man opened his eyes abruptly, with a strange glow in his eyes, staring at the cultivator in the world within the three hundred bubbles, his expression revealing cruelty.
"Only in this realm, can I have the chance to rise up! The more people who die, the stronger the aura of death, and there are still these living spirits for devouring... He will definitely be punished by the Changzun Society." The man showed a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, and with a flick of his sleeve, the three hundred bubbles suddenly collapsed one by one.
The collapse of the bubble caused the three hundred female cultivators of Zhaohe River to be exposed in this hazy life. Their expressions were distorted, revealing the color of pain, and their bodies, even more slowly, at the moment when the bubble collapsed. Withered up.
Bursts of vitality radiated from their seven orifices, gathered around them, and slowly turned into phantoms, and the phantoms were like primordial spirits, just like their bodies.
Zhou Zihong's expression was distorted, her eyes were closed and her body trembled, vitality quickly escaping from her body, and after condensing, it also turned into a phantom. Following the bizarre glow of the bald man's eyes, Zhou Zihong's soul phantom, along with the other phantoms, went straight to the man.
"Meditation Bliss!" The bald man snarled, stretched out his hands and waved forward, and immediately the three-hundred yuanshen phantom speed was faster, and he got up in the blink of an eye.
At the moment when it opened its mouth wide and wanted to swallow it in cruelty, a cold snort suddenly blasted from the sky and the earth.
This cold snort, like thunder suddenly, formed a sound storm under the roar, which vibrated loudly. Under the trembling of the bald man's body, his outstretched arms collapsed and turned into flesh and blood. Spouting blood, his expression was shocked and his body hurriedly backed away.
The three hundred primordial phantoms, who originally had their eyes closed, the female cultivator Zhaohe, opened their eyes one after another under a shock, looking at the surroundings with confusion.
"Who is it!! Who can come to the Underworld clan, the old man, the clan chief of the Underworld clan, I don’t know where to neglect the predecessors, please..." The bald man was pale, with panic in his eyes, and his heart was pounding as he retreated. Extremely shocked.
The other party just snorted, and caused his arms to display supernatural powers to collapse, and even more severely hit his heart, causing his blood to roll, and the soul was almost about to collapse.
His cultivation has reached the fifth decline of the heavens and human beings. This kind of thing, he recognized at a glance, the other party must be the powerful person who must not provoke! It's just that he couldn't understand how he had offended this mighty power, and why he should punish himself.
He didn't even think about it. The opponent did not come from the Primordial Stars, but the cultivation within the realm. He clearly knew that most of the cultivation within the realm was surrounded by layers in the Luotian Star Territory at the moment, and was making the final struggle. It would never come. to here.
In panic, before he could finish his words, his eyes were replaced by a white glow. His eyes followed the cracks and looked up. He saw that amidst the deadly mist, a man dressed in white came along. White-haired man.
The man's expression was gloomy. Thousands of heads floated behind him in the dead breath. A scream of screams came from those thousands of heads, which made the bald man's heart tremble and his pupils contracted. Looking at the man in white, he felt that the other person looked very familiar.
"You... You are..." The bald man's brain roared. After he was taken aback, the familiar feeling from the other person made him suddenly think of a person, the moment he remembered that person's name, The bald man immediately uttered an unbelievable exclamation, and his body backed away frantically, with a screaming low growl in his mouth.
"Netherling tribe, immediately escape from this star, hurry, hurry..."
Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light, his right hand lifted forward and grabbed the void, and immediately an illusory big hand appeared directly, breaking through the world with a bang, and went straight to the backing bald man.
In an instant, at the moment the man's words were uttered, the imaginary big hand grabbed his whole body directly, and with a fierce grip, the bald man made a terrible sound, and his body suddenly collapsed.
However, his head was preserved intact, sealing his soul and soul, and when Wang Lin retracted his right hand, he became one of the thousands of heads behind him.
At the same time, on this Cultivation Star, at this moment, the breath of the Mingling tribe from various places hastily risen, and each breath represents a Mingling tribe. After they appear, they look blank, but they are not at all. He hesitated and flew towards the sky, and was about to escape from the star while scattered.
Although they don't know what happened, the patriarch's life is like heaven, and they will execute it without thinking!
Wang Lin turned around, his eyes were cold, and he waved his right hand backwards, and thunder came out in his right eye. That huge lightning flashed directly from Wang Lin's right eye, split into countless pieces, and swiftly moved towards the surroundings with it as the center.
On the dark Cultivation Star, at this moment, the lightning intertwined and thunder roared. Every lightning that split out was like a catastrophe. Coming with his head.
The screams of death came and went one after another on this cultivation star. Wang Lin ignored them. He looked at the three hundred illusory primordial spirits who were still at a loss. With a lightly flick of their sleeves, these primordial spirits immediately returned to their bodies. Inside.
Stepping out of the crack in one step, lightning bolts returned from all directions at the moment they walked out. While the number of heads behind Wang Lin approached 10,000, those lightning bolts merged into Wang Lin's right eye one by one.
In just a few breaths, all the members of the Underworld tribe on this cultivation star were all dead, and nothing survived!
Standing in the air, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pressed it towards the ground below. The sound of roaring surging up, the endless lifelessness lingering on the ground, at this moment, rolled like a sea wave, Qi Qi rises to the sky, and goes straight to Wang Lin. .
In the end, this endless fog of death was all condensed on Wang Lin's right hand, which represented death, and turned into a fog ball, spinning rapidly.
As the breath of death was taken away by Wang Lin, the earth regained its vitality, and the many bubbles that originally existed in the breath of death also shattered one after another, making the Brother Zhaohe within it, one by one, free.
Withdrawing his gaze to look at the earth, Wang Lin grasped the death fog in his palm, raised his head and walked towards the sky. The fog in his right hand shattered fiercely. The fog ball shattered directly, and a thunderous death cyclone suddenly fell. It burst out and rushed straight to the sky.
"Since it's here, don't go!" Wang Lin's voice was cold, looking at the end of the sky where the death cyclone bombarded, only to see a middle-aged man walked out in a distortion there.
This middle-aged man wore a Taoist robe with a very solemn expression. After he appeared, he pinched his hands and immediately saw a tortoiseshell shield in front of him. The cyclone directly landed on the tortoise shield.
The roar echoed, and under the vibration of the tortoiseshell, cracks appeared, but they did not break, but rolled backwards, leading the middle-aged man to back continuously.
"Prince King Lin, you are not dead!" The middle-aged man stepped back and showed shock in his eyes. He had only locked Wang Lin's consciousness before, but he couldn't see Wang Lin's appearance. He came from a faraway place at this moment. After seeing Wang Lin destroying thousands of outside cultivators on this cultivation star, he immediately retreated, but before he left, he was forced out of the figure by Wang Lin.
Wang Lin didn't say a word, with murderous intent in his eyes. He shook his body and went straight to the middle-aged man. Setsakura approached his shield, raised his right hand, and slammed toward the shield.
With a bang, there were more cracks in the shield, and under the shock, the middle-aged man who followed became pale, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his expression backed away in amazement.
"You deliberately brought me here, you have hidden the cultivation base!!" With the power of this palm, the middle-aged man clearly felt the terrifying aura from Wang Lin. His heart was beating wildly, and there was nothing in his mind at this moment. The idea of murder, but flee immediately!
But when Wang Lin invited him here, he would not let him have a chance to escape. At this moment, he took a step in Leng Heng, raising his right hand and falling again. In this palm, there was cause and effect, and it fell on the shield with a thud. When he lifted his fist, the shield collapsed, torn apart, and the breath was drawn out, even with the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was pale, and his body retreated again after the shield collapsed. His eyes showed a very solemn color. For him, this was a life and death catastrophe. He knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to escape. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and gave up to escape. But in the pinch with both hands, a red crack immediately appeared on the center of his eyebrows, and within that crack was the incense world that he had blended into his body!
The moment his incense circle opened, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed forward.
"Certainly!"
The middle-aged man's whole body suddenly stopped with a single word. At the moment of the stop, Wang Lin walked away, the palm of his right hand slapped the middle-aged man's chest. When the man's body was booming, Wang Lin The right hand was raised and lowered to the center of his forehead.
With a thud, the middle-aged man shook his whole body, bleeding from his seven orifices, his eyes showed struggling and fearful colors, and trembling, he wanted to break free from the control of this calming magic technique.
But in front of Wang Lin, he didn't have this opportunity. Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold, and his palms broke the person's mind. After sealing, his right hand swept across the middle-aged man's neck.
Blood erupted, and the man's body was directly separated from his head, his body collapsed directly into flesh and blood, and his head was grabbed by Wang Lin.
"Below Kong Xuan, no one is Wang's opponent!" Wang Lin turned around, grabbed the blood dripping head, and walked towards the starry sky.