Since Wang Lin came to this altar, he has not had time to observe it in detail, and his eyes are mostly attracted by the arms that existed on the altar. Even with his cautious character, he still scans the altar. , And found no clues.
But right now, after he merged the blood of the ancient ancestor, especially the drop of soul blood, he absorbed Ye Mo's right arm, and with the aftermath of the power of tearing the sky, he faintly lifted the veil on the altar, letting it reverberate. After the ripples, this sudden change made Wang Lin's eyes gleam.
"Why did this altar appear here, and why did Ye Lone's right hand be sacrificed here..." Wang Lin muttered and looked at the altar carefully.
This altar is very ordinary, it seems that there is nothing too surprising, if it were not for the ripples on it at this moment, it is difficult to see what is strange about this thing.
And now as Wang Lin's sky-tearing technique dissipated, the ripples on the altar gradually weakened, finally completely restoring calm.
Wang Lin stood up, swayed forward and left the altar. At the same time, his clone opened his eyes from a cross-legged distance, and stepped forward to stack with Wang Lin's respect.
Under the fusion of the bizarre double shadows, slowly, the clone and the deity became one.
Wang Lin moved his body for a while, and then looked at the altar again after no discomfort. After a while, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold, and as he raised his hands, the forbidden marks flashed out and spread out in front of Wang Lin. , Close to a million under densely packed.
Pointing forward with his right hand, the nearly one million prohibitions whizzed away, headed straight to the altar, and circulated around its periphery, falling down one by one in the gloomy light.
The fall of every restriction will cause the altar to shake slightly. As more and more restrictions are printed on the altar, the vibration of the altar becomes more intense. At the end, there is a faint bang, like an altar. To collapse in general.
Even under this violent vibration, a series of fine cracks appeared on the altar, and it didn't take long for some rubble to fall off from it, turning into fragments and spreading out to the surroundings.
Cautious appeared in Wang Lin's eyes, and more of the prohibitions in the pinch with both hands were illusioned, and they continued to blend into the periphery of the altar and slowly printed them. In this way, the vibration of the altar was multiplied and more rubble fell off.
After a half-pillar of incense, the surrounding area of the altar was already filled with debris. From a distance, it looked like it was surrounded by mist. The size of the altar had shrunk by a large circle, and there were more cracks.
"The weirdness of this altar is likely to be in it... It's just that there is a vague force inside it, which will change the divine consciousness after entering it, and it will not be able to see it completely." Wang Lin stared at the altar and shot nearly a million again. The imprint of prohibition, as a result, surrounded by countless prohibitions, the altar began to shatter quickly, and in the process of disintegration, it was already only half of its previous size.
At this moment, at the moment when the altar was full of cracks, one of the cracks seemed to extend into the interior of the altar, and immediately there was a red glow, flashing along the crack, the light was shaped like a crack It changes and spreads out in a fan shape when it comes out, just like a gem hidden under the mudstone, emitting light after being opened by a gap!
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, staring at the red glowing crack. He raised his hands to manipulate the countless restraints around him. Under the whistling sound, these restraints all rotated and went straight to the crack.
But just as it approached the cracks, another red glow emerged from one of the cracks. Then, the third, fourth, fifth... a total of more than ten red glows rose to the sky, and these red glows were intertwined. Immediately there were red ripples spreading out of it. When the large amount of restraint touched the red ripples, it was like a snowflake hitting a charcoal fire, making a magnetic sound and dissipating immediately.
All of this was in a blink of an eye, almost in an instant, all the restrictions disappeared under the red light, as if the two sides were natural enemies!
Wang Lin stared at the altar that had been reduced to half of the size surrounded by red light, and his eyes slowly revealed a monstrous glow.
"This red light is very familiar... This altar... Could it be..." Wang Lin's heart was shocked. The red light ripples in the altar reverberated around, and the moment he approached where he was, Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand without thinking. A buckle slammed forward.
Suddenly behind him, that lonely huge arm transformed, and then buckled in the void in front of him.
"Tear the sky!" Wang Lin let out a low growl, and tore his right hand directly outwards. During this tear, he exploded all the power of Ye Lone's right hand, and even integrated his own eight-star ancient god, ancient demon, All the power of the ancient demon.
This tear is enough to open the sky!
The roar echoed and the earth was shaking. The red ripples emitted from the altar were immediately distorted violently, and they seemed to be torn apart in front of Wang Lin, and they collapsed directly.
What collapsed together was the cracks that existed on the altar at this moment. Under the power of Wang Lin's tearing sky, those cracks suddenly shattered and collapsed in a large area. The red glow seemed to want to resist, but Unable to stop.
The sound of booming continued to spread all over the surrounding area, and the altar completely collapsed under this sound. The large pieces of rubble rolled and finally appeared in front of Wang Lin. It was an octagonal shape, emitting dazzling red glow like a pool of blood. Thing!
An aura that Wang Lin was familiar with was no longer covered at this moment, spreading from the octagonal blood pool, making Wang Lin's eyes show ecstasy!
"It turned out to be it!"
There is a clan of Primordial Stars called Fengmie. This clan has a technique called Sanming to practice this technique. It is necessary to seal a complete altar of the clan, but this altar eventually turned into three parts, and disappeared in the vast sea of stars. People know where they are going.
By coincidence, Wang Lin obtained the blood pavilion of the blood ancestor of Kunxu, and that blood pavilion was one of the three altars. After that, he learned about the art of the three lives and obtained the second altar from the ancient demon in Luo Tian. .
As for the third altar, Wang Lin had also searched for it, but in the end he couldn't find it. The moment he saw the bloody light, Wang Lin's mind resounded and he had guesses.
Right now he was completely certain that the breath that this blood pool and that blood pavilion exudes from another altar is exactly the same, this is the breath that belongs to the extermination of the clan!
"I didn't expect that at this time, I could get the last altar. If I learn this technique, then my overall strength will be greatly increased!" Wang Lin's heart was beating, and he was very heartbeat back then. Seeing this last altar today, the ecstasy in his eyes clearly showed his mood.
Without any hesitation, Wang Lin raised his right hand and waved forward, only to see the altar he obtained from the ancient demon Luo Tian directly fly out, and then, the blood pavilion of the blood ancestor also followed!
In this blood pavilion, there was a woman who had been in that year. This woman could be regarded as Wang Lin's deceased person, but in the past few years, the other party had already dissipated in the blood pavilion, leaving only a ray of soul.
Three altars appeared in this starry sky at the same time, and the blood and light emitted from them immediately blended, and under each other's radiance, they were obviously withdrawn in the same way!
The method of practicing the technique of three lives, Wang Lin was in the ancient cemetery of Dao, and also obtained from the memory of the extinct woman. At this moment, he pondered a little and sat down cross-legged.
"The Three-Life Technique of Closing Tribes is dangerous to practice... But compared with the benefits after success, it is dangerous and worth it!" Wang Lin raised the void with his right hand and grabbed it, and a gloomy light appeared in his hand. The family seal!
This clan seal was also stained with some dry brown blood. This clan seal was the seal of the clan that was in the ancient cemetery of Tao.
Staring at the seal of the extermination clan in his hand, Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it on the center of his eyebrows. The moment he pressed it to the center of his brows, a scorching sensation immediately spread from the center of his brows. The branch tentacles penetrated into Wang Lin's eyebrows, and adhered closely to his body.
This bit of pain couldn't make Wang Lin move at all. He looked calm, biting the tip of his tongue with his hands pinching, and spouting a mouthful of blood.
"Open the Ming with the seal, I have the seal of the seal of the clan, I summon the ancestor spirits of your clan that exist in the heavens and the earth, and turn them into the sword of the seal, cut the three souls, cut the three gods, and cut the three bodies!"
As soon as Wang Lin’s voice came out, the blood he spewed out weirdly merged together, floating in front of him, squirming rapidly, and at the same time, the three different-looking altars of exterminated tribes around, emitting red In the blink of an eye, the light was absorbed by the squirming blood.
Slowly, the blood suddenly turned into a long knife. This long knife is not big, only one foot. It is blurred, and there are overlapping ghosts. If the naked eye sees it for a little longer, then There will be a sense of dazzling.
Looking through the divine sense, Wang Lin immediately saw that the long knife was not actually one, but three knives overlapped, exuding strange auras in each other's illusion.
"Slash the Three Souls!" Wang Lin growled low.
The long knife was suddenly lifted, and it was cut silently from the top of Wang Lin's head!
This knife penetrated from Wang Lin's Heavenly Spirit and directly penetrated the whole body, slashing past!
Wang Lin's body was shaken sharply, his face was pale directly, his soul, at this moment, there was unimaginable pain, as if it was about to collapse, but he was forcibly held back, slowly, drifting from Wang Lin's heavenly spirit. Two strands of soul came out!
But at the moment that long knife slashed through Wang Lin's body, that knife, seemingly unable to withstand the power of Wang Lin's soul, directly collapsed the three overlapping knives, leaving only the double shadow at this moment!
Wang Lin's soul, after fusing the blood of the ancient ancestor's soul, was already the soul of Daogu, how could this sword of darkness be cut open, if it weren't for this sword to be transformed by the blood of Wang Lin, it would definitely not be able to cut the soul of Wang Lin.
Even if the three souls were cut out now, this sword could not withstand the shock of Wang Lin's soul, and had to collapse to pieces, permanently dissipate in the heavens and the earth, and could no longer be transformed.