The colorful float is quite conspicuous, especially under the sunlight, it seems to come from the fairy world. What is more exaggerated is that all the flowers on the float are all rare spirit grasses in the territory of Zhao.
In addition, there are many bright spots on the float. These glittering bright spots are densely scattered throughout the float. When the sun is shining, it is like a dazzling star. Even if the angle is right, the glittering lights make people feel like eyes. Stinging.
With Wang Lin's will, he couldn't help but stay for a while, all the shining substances were low-grade spirit stones.
It's not that these spirit stones are so precious and huge in quantity. In fact, if the spirit stones that Wang Lin owns are spread on the car, he can spread nearly a hundred.
It’s just that Wang Lin has lived for so long and has seen so much. This is the first time he has met someone so extravagant...
The boys and girls around the float are all pretty handsome. On them, there are only the second and third levels of fluctuations in the condensing period. However, their expressions are arrogant and unusual, even lower-key than those of the more low-key elements. Infant monks, also have to make three points stronger.
As the float approached, Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and he took a leisurely look.
"The great immortal of Jimo is driving around, and the idlers wait to give way immediately!" A slightly sharp voice, drank from the mouth of a young man again. The man stared at Wang Lin, looking at the dense corpses behind Wang Lin. Don't even look at it.
"Jimo..." Wang Lin groaned a little. These two words were quite familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. After thinking about it carefully at this time, suddenly his eyes flashed, staring at the float, and slowly said: "Old Jimo? "
"Bold!" Almost all the teenagers shouted in unison, their voices were quite neat, and they had obviously been trained many times. Perhaps it was because of the large number of people. The shouts of drinking together gave some sense of shock.
only. For Wang Lin. It's really trivial.
"Presumptuous. Retreat!" A similarly sharp voice came from the float. Immediately afterwards, the front of the float slowly separated to both sides. It reveals a rather gorgeous big bed inside.
On that bed. Lying there was a fat man whose body looked like a meat mountain. This person is greasy. The whole person is already fat and inhuman. in his body. Draped in a blanket. This blanket is dotted with hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones.
"Do you know an old man?" The fat man glanced at the dense corpses behind Wang Lin. Frowning, he said: "Friends of Daoist. But these mortals provoke you? How can they kill at will." In his opinion. Like him, Wang Lin was in the early Yuan Ying period. Although the monster at his feet looks scary. But he didn't care about it either.
Jimo has been rampant in the country of Zhao for several years. Since practicing to the Yuan Ying period, except for a few bosses in the Yuan Ying period, he has scrupulous. Waiting for the monk. It doesn't look into the eye at all. This has a lot to do with the dark light technique he cultivated. The practice of this person. It focuses on refining puppets. Although his cultivation is only in the early stage of Yuan Ying. But there are many ancient corpse puppets in its storage bag.
In fact, the old Jimo has been studying this way many years ago. Often look for some monsters like corpses. Refining with exercises.
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, and he called with his right hand. A human head was thrown from the end of the dragon's tendons behind him. Wang Lin grabbed it in his hand and said lightly, "Do you know this person?"
The old man of Jimo was startled. He didn't take a closer look just now. He thought he was just encountering a monk who was addicted to mortals. At this time, he took a closer look and found that the front of the man's head was hideous and difficult to identify, but he looked at him suddenly. He opened his eyes wide and lost his voice: "Fujitaka?"
This Fujitaka is the highest status of the Fuji family in Wufeng Valley, and the next head of Wufeng Valley, even in the Fuji family, is highly regarded by Fuji Kamoto. Zhao Guo is not big at first, such a character, the old man of Jimo has naturally seen him.
Then his consciousness swept away. This time, he looked very carefully, and slowly, his complexion became extremely ugly. At this time, the meaning of these corpses in his eyes was already different from the world.
He almost took a breath, staring at Wang Lin, and slowly said, "These people are all from the Teng family?" At this moment, he raised twelve points of caution, and he didn't dare to look down on each other anymore, even though these vines The cultivation base of the family members is not high, but they can kill so many, and if they are not idiots, they are so arrogant that they are not afraid of the ancestors of the Teng family to seek revenge. In this way, the old Jimo will naturally Be cautious inside.
He immediately decided in his heart that this person was not the one he could easily provoke. It is necessary to know that Tenghuayuan has reached the late stage of Yuan Ying, and there are many masters in his clan, this person does so, obviously does not put the Teng family in his eyes, this kind of madman, Jimo is really unwilling to provoke.
There was a smile on his face almost immediately, and he said, "Okay, good kill. The old man has long seen the Fuji family displeased. Fellow Daoist killed him, this... Fellow Daoist kills slowly, and the old man still has things to do. Go ahead. "Speaking, he quickly wanted to control the float to retreat and stay away from this evil star.
The coldness in Wang Lin's eyes grew stronger, and he slowly said, "Do you know why I killed the Vine Family?"
The old man of Jimo paused. He felt uncomfortable. He hesitated and shook his head and said, "I don't want to know, fellow Daoist, let's say goodbye!" After that, he barely hesitated, and the floats galloped back, even those boys and girls. There is no time to bother.
Wang Lin didn't stop him. Instead, he slapped the storage bag, and suddenly the forbidden flag was in his hand. With a shake, within a radius of thousands of miles, it was immediately shrouded in darkness.
The old man of Jimo's complexion suddenly became hard to look. He turned his head abruptly, staring at Wang Lin, and said sharply: "Friends of Taoism, you and the Teng family do not have the slightest intention to intervene. I really think the old man is afraid of you!"
Wang Lin calmly looked at the old man of Jimo, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and said flatly: "Four hundred years ago, your little apprentice died accidentally. I wonder if you can remember."
When the old Jimo heard this, he was shocked, but soon, he stared at Wang Lin without saying a word.
"I killed your little disciple. He had a disciple named Zhang Hu. This person has the same friendship with me." Wang Lin said slowly in a calm voice.
The fat on the face of the old man in Jimo twitched, and Xiaoxiaorou said without a smile: "Kill and kill. The old man has forgotten about the past four hundred years ago." Although he said so, his right hand was already there. He pressed it on the storage bag, and suddenly four black smoke rose from it, respectively emerging around him.
These four black smoke clouds showed four corpses inside. The old Jimo usually fights with people and rarely uses the spells at the bottom of the box. At this time, he sacrificed four corpses before he did it. Obviously, he was quite jealous of Wang Lin.
Each of these four corpses had a cultivation base close to that of Yuan Ying’s early stage, but Wang Lin didn’t even look at it, and continued: “After that, Zhang Hu and I were in the city of Tenghua and were chased by Tenghua Yuan’s grandson Tengli. , I think, you should be reminded of the past."
The old man of Jimo's face was dark and red. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Actually, I..." He just said this, his eyes flashed, and the flesh-like body immediately flew off the float bed and quickly backed away. At the same time, his right hand bounced again and again, squeezing out four drops of blood, and landed on the four corpses.
The four corpses suddenly opened their eyes, revealing bursts of red light, and a few roars like wild beasts rushed towards Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked calm, pinched his right hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Forbidden!"
Suddenly, the Eight Paths of Forbidden Qi appeared from the shady scene, entwined on the four mummy corpses. At the same time, Wang Lin moved and chased the old man of Jimo unhurriedly.
Although the old man of Jimo is hypertrophy, his speed is not slow, he gallops away, and sometimes his body moves out in a flash. However, Wang Lin's figure, like a marrow into the bone, follows him all the time, no matter how he walks, Can't get rid of it all the time.
Jimo gritted his teeth, his body stopped immediately, he pinched the tactics with both hands, and his body immediately shook. Then, layers of fat on his body began to squirm strangely, slowly as if absorbed, quickly contracting, and At the same time, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, his hair, without wind, automatically, bursts of spiritual coercion, spread out from the body, and its cultivation base, as the whole body shrinks, has been from the beginning of Yuan Ying. , Madly climbed to mid-Yuan Ying.
In the end, what appeared in front of Wang Lin was a middle-aged man with a very strong body. This man was quite handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with sharp edges and corners, and a breath of awe-inspiring air rushed toward his face.
His cultivation base has already soared to the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and the distance from the latter stage is a short distance.
He stared at Wang Lin, and said in a low voice: "You should feel honored. You are the first person to see the old man's true tolerance since the old man gave birth. Alas, in this world, you can take over the spells that the old man can use with all his strength. There are too few people, and it’s hard to find a master. The old man is really reluctant to kill you. If you give you another hundred or eighty years, perhaps, you will grow up. So, you can kill yourself, and the old man will read it. For the sake of your hardship, you will not be killed within a hundred years. I hope that in a hundred years, you will have the strength to fight me. The old man can't wait to see that day."
After Jimo finished speaking, there was a arrogance on his face, his hands on his back, and his head looking up at the sky, the whole person revealed an aura of looking at the world, and at the same time, in this breath, there was a deep sense of loneliness.
After sighing, he took a deep look at Wang Lin, turned around and flew away slowly, until he flew out nearly a hundred meters away, the speed was suddenly fast, and his head would not gallop away.
There was a strange color in Wang Lin's eyes, red light flashed in his eyes, and the extreme spiritual consciousness suddenly moved, turning into a series of red lightning, galloping out.
Without any suspense, Jimo's eyes darkened, revealing an unbelievable color, his body tilted, and he fell from mid-air, and under the crash of several restraints, his whole person was torn apart. At the same time, there was a storage bag. , Flew out of the minced meat and was held by Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's body flashed and disappeared in place. When he appeared, he was already beside the four corpses. The four corpses were motionless at the moment of Jimo's death.
Wang Lin glanced at it for a while, and pondered for a while. He swept away his consciousness in the Jimo storage bag, took out a few jade slips and looked at them. After a little while, he saw from a jade slip about making puppets. method.
After reading the jade slip, Wang Lin pinched the tactics with his right hand. In accordance with the requirements on the jade slip, he punched out a few auras and printed them on the eyebrows of the four puppets. The bodies of the four puppets immediately turned into black smoke and went into the storage bag.
Wang Lin put the storage bag in his arms smoothly, stepped on the mosquitoes, and galloped towards the Albizia Sect.
At this moment, in the Hehuan Sect, the first ancestor Yin-Yang old man, with his hands behind his back with gloomy face, paced back and forth in the Hehuan Sect hall, he was hesitant in his heart, wondering whether he should make up his mind.
In the main hall, there are still three people sitting around. These three people, one male and two females, handsome males and charming females. They all have the cultivation base of Yuan Ying. At this time, the three of them are also frowning, obviously with deep concerns.
"Big brother, does the demon cultivator really have the cultivation base of the transformation stage? The younger sister is a little unbelievable!" The woman wearing yellow juan silk among the two girls said in a fascinating voice.
This woman's dress is tight-fitting, and outlines a shockingly concave and convex figure. If it weren't for the deep sadness between the eyebrows, it would definitely be charming and charming.
The old man Yin and Yang snorted, stopped, and said in a deep voice: "Huang Dashan of the Tiandaomen, in the early Yuan Ying period, the person just glanced at him and died immediately. If this cultivation level is said to be the stage of transforming gods, It's all a bit small!"
The yellow silk woman was silent immediately, her eyebrows tightened.
"Brother, why don't we send the Teng family disciples out, so that, presumably, the demon cultivator won't be looking for my Hehuan Sect." The middle-aged man, who had not spoken, said in a deep voice at this time.
The old man Yin and Yang rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "Doesn’t this completely offend the Teng Family? That Teng Huayuan’s cultivation is already powerful. Although he and I are both in the late Yuan Ying stage, if we actually do it, I still Self-aware."
The hall was quiet. After a while, the old man Yin Yang flashed his eyes, and his heart was determined. His voice was gloomy, and he slowly said, "The old thief Pu Nanzi hasn't appeared yet. There must be some problems in it, nothing more, Tenghua The veteran Piff’s character must be reported. If we hand over the Teng family today, if he does not die in the future, our troubles will definitely continue. Brother, please inform us and open all the mountain protection formations. I will personally preside over the devil’s cultivation. !"
The middle-aged man nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Brother, what if the old thief Teng... eventually died?"
The old man Yin Yang flashed his eyes and smiled sullenly: "Junior, don't underestimate Pu Nanzi, this person will definitely stop him, even if his cultivation is not enough, isn't the Tongtian Pagoda's cultivation not enough?"
The middle-aged man was stunned, but his eyes showed a daze, and he quickly said yes.
At this moment, in the Hehuan Sect, a middle-aged man with a tired face, coughing hurriedly, walked out of a house, holding a pile of clothes in his hands, crouching and slowly outwards walk.
This person is only middle-aged, but his hair is gray, and he staggers a little while walking. At this time, a low bell ringing echoes in the Albizia Sect. The bell rings nine times, representing all the disciples of the Albizia Sect. It is necessary to be in the inner half of the incense. Gathering in the main hall square, if you take a breath slowly, you will be severely punished.
Hearing the bell, this person didn’t pay much attention, but when the bell rang for the ninth time, he paused, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the distant hall with a surprised expression on his face. He has been in the Hehuan Sect for many years. This is the first time the bell has been heard ringing nine times.
He hesitated, took the clothes in his hand, and ran quickly towards the hall, but his body was too weak. He was out of breath after a few steps, and when he finally came to the hall, almost all the Hehuan disciples , Are already sitting cross-legged outside the hall.
The entire square was densely packed with countless disciples. In addition, even the surrounding courtyards were all filled with disciples of the Hehuan Sect.
Under each disciple, there was a faint light circle.
The middle-aged man hurriedly found a place in the corner and sat down cross-legged. After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly heard exclamations from the same door around him. He quickly took a look and saw that everyone was looking up at the sky. He couldn't help but raised his head, and suddenly, he stayed for a while.
I saw in the midair above the Hehuan Sect, I don’t know when a monster-looking monster appeared extremely hideous. This monster has a huge mouthpart, and there is a rope in the mouthpart, which is tied at the end. Countless corpses are densely packed.
On top of that monster's head, there was a person standing with white hair moving in the wind. Although his appearance was ordinary, he had a strong murderous air spreading out.
The moment the middle-aged man saw this person, his brows suddenly frowned. He felt like he had seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't think of it.
Wang Lin looked at the Hehuan Sect at his feet, and he could feel that above the Hehuan Sect, there was a layer of protection that was several times stronger than the Heavenly Dao Sect and Wufeng Valley.
This mountain protection formation is extremely powerful, unless the cultivation base really reaches the stage of transforming the gods, it will be difficult to attack in a short time.
The key to this formation lies in the spiritual power in the thousands of Hehuan sect disciples here. As long as they sit within the aperture, they will automatically become the spirit spreaders of this formation. In this way, it is almost impossible to break the formation. It is equivalent to a direct battle with these thousands of monks.
The disciple of the Teng family was in the hall. Obviously, the Hehuan Sect was planning to fight to the end. Wang Lin calmly glanced at the ground, and finally landed on an old man in the middle of the square, and said slowly: "If If you don’t open this array, here, blood will flow into a river."
The old man was the Yin and Yang old man. He saw Queen Wang Lin, his eyebrows tightened, and when he heard the other person talking, he immediately said loudly: "Friends, I don't know what's the matter?"
There was a sneer at the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, and red lightning gradually appeared in his eyes. Although this formation was strong, if the person protecting the formation died, this formation would naturally break itself.
The extreme spiritual consciousness flashed in an instant, turned into a red lightning, and suddenly fell on the large formation. This formation did not even shake, and the yin and yang old man was immediately startled.
But immediately afterwards, there were a dozen disciples above the hall, groaning miserably, and Qiqiao fell to the ground and died. At the moment of their death, the light circle under them suddenly brightened, but they dimmed and disappeared.
"Can't you open?" Wang Lin said slowly in a cold voice.
The old man Yin Yang sneered.
Wang Lin's extreme spiritual consciousness moved again. This time, ten red lightning bolts fell on the large formation. Suddenly, more than one hundred disciples in the formation spurted blood, twitched a few times, fell to the ground and died.
A sense of panic immediately spread among the remaining disciples.
"Can't you open?" Wang Lin glanced at the old man Yin Yang calmly, and said.
The old man Yin Yang looked gloomy, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his whole body flowing in spirit, blending into the formation, without saying a word. The three Yuanying monks beside him also gritted their teeth secretly and sat down cross-legged.
Suddenly, hundreds of red lightnings from the extreme realm of the gods were almost practiced into a string, and suddenly fell on the big formation. At the same time, in the entire square, and all the disciples around, nearly a thousand people suddenly had their bodies. He blew himself up and turned into a bloody mist. At this time, no one of the remaining disciples dared to sit down anymore, ignoring the scolding of the teachers' elders, and got up in horror.
"Can't open it?" Wang Lin's voice came slowly as if it were a reminder.
The yin and yang old people spewed blood, their complexion was green and red, and their hearts were struggling sharply. The man and the woman beside him were even more skewed and already injured.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and slapped the storage bag. He took out a jade bottle at random. After crushing it, three groups of Yuan Ying essence floated out of it. After everyone was stunned, he swallowed them one by one, and then he looked at him. With a flash of cold light, his right hand was slowly raised in the red light, and a red thunderball gradually condensed in the palm of his hand.
This thunderball was completely transformed by extreme conditions. Gradually, the thunderball became bigger and bigger, almost reaching the size of a fist, and floated from his hand.
The yin and yang old man showed a look of horror. He had lived for so many months. For the first time, he saw someone taking the Yuan Ying as a pill. He looked at the thunderball that was constantly floating down, and he almost immediately shouted: "Stop, fellow Taoist. , I will open, I will open the formation, the Fuji family matters, the old man does not care!"
As he said, he immediately stood up, quickly took out a jade slip, and after it was sacrificed into a spirit art, the formation of the Hehuan Sect suddenly swayed, and almost disappeared when the thunderball fell.
The old man Yin Yang squeezed a sweat. After opening the formation, he already wanted to open it, and quickly said respectfully: "Senior, there are a lot of people from the Fuji family, they are all in the hall."
Without even looking at him, Wang Lin turned and walked into the hall. There was no sound from the hall, but a smell of blood came from the hall.
After a half-pillar incense, Wang Lin walked out with a flat face, and with a shake of his right hand, the dragon tendons in the mouth of the mosquito beast in mid-air immediately went into the hall and rolled out hundreds of corpses.
On the faces of these corpses, there was a strong color of resentment and fear.
They are not very old, they are all very young, if there is no Wang Lin, then after a few years, these people, there will definitely be a cultivator of the alchemy stage, and even the cultivator of the Yuan Ying stage, it is not impossible.
It's just that they shouldn't have the surname Teng.
In other words, Teng Li back then shouldn't chase Wang Lin. The so-called one step is wrong, every step is wrong. If Teng Li Quan knew about it, I am afraid that he would not choose to chase and kill Wang Lin.
Or, Teng Huayuan didn't start the action of destroying the whole family of the Wang family first. If not, then today, Wang Lin will not come to revenge at all, because there is no hatred!
He killed Teng Li once, and Teng Huayuan killed him once. All these hatreds were actually wiped out. What Wang Lin did now was not for himself, but for his parents.
Just when Wang Lin was about to leave, he suddenly heard a soft call from the square: "Wang... Wang Lin?" The voice was very soft and his tone was full of uncertainty.