At this moment, not only did the Celestial Tribulation Filament be useless, but also obtained a drop of ancient god’s blood. Although this ancient god’s blood is not too pure, it will disappear when used up, but the facts have proved that it can be used to display the ancient god’s magic once. Although it was only once, it was enough to save Wang Lin's life.
Wang Lin summoned with his right hand, and the forbidden flag fell in his hand. He glanced at the forbidden flag. He had already made up his mind. After dealing with the affairs of the Fuji family, he must find a place that can withstand the catastrophe, and put the forbidden flag at the end. A ban was printed to make it reach the state of Xiaocheng, so its power would definitely increase greatly, and it would definitely not appear today. Under the continuous attack, the opponent would not take it seriously.
For the first time, Wang Lin discovered that his magic weapon was too few.
The explosion of the ancient bronze mirror made him lose one of his few magic weapons.
Up to now, his magic weapon, except for the forbidden flag, is only the mysterious scabbard. As for the flying sword, its power is already insufficient, and it needs to be practiced again.
In addition to these three, there are a few more, but they can only be used on specific occasions, such as the beast exorcism circle. This kind of thing is useless unless you encounter some powerful alien beasts.
There is also the mysterious scroll. Although Wang Lin never opened it, he always felt a weird feeling every time he took it out. It seemed that a powerful creature was sealed in the scroll. Intuition told him that he must not Open easily.
Of course there are some magic weapons, but they are obviously insufficient in terms of power.
Wang Lin was silent a little, and took out three storage bags from his arms. The crisis of insufficient magic weapons made him have to put the target on these three storage bags.
Through this battle, Wang Lin already knew that the extreme spiritual consciousness is not invincible. There are still many things in this world that can be confronted with it, and maybe even restraint. If he can cultivate the extreme realm to the top, then it will be great. I don't care too much, but cultivation in the extreme realm is really too difficult.
In this way. The magic weapon is extremely important. Wang Lin didn't want to pin all his hopes on the extreme realm. Because of this. Once he can't use it in the extreme realm. Then it will be useless.
Staring at the three storage bags in front of him. Wang Lin took a deep breath. The forbidden flag flicked and turned into a shady curtain covering the surroundings. Then he pointed his eyebrows. Two monsters flew out. Guard around.
Hesitated. He did not call out the puppet. This puppet was already injured in a battle with the skinny man. It is no longer suitable for defensive purposes at this time.
Finish these. Wang Lin was calm and focused. Pick up one of the storage bags. This storage bag. It is the thing of the ancient emperor!
On it. Bamboo has a character "lan".
Wang Lin was silent a little. The spiritual power in the body rotates frantically. Yuan Ying, who was transformed into a clone, suddenly opened his eyes. A trace of spiritual force coerced from Wang Lin's body. He has a solemn expression. Slowly wipe the right hand to the storage bag.
When his hand touched the storage bag, a strong resistance appeared on it, and Wang Lin sank in his heart. He knew that the ancient emperor was still alive!
Taking a deep breath, Wang Lin's hand resolutely pressed, and he wiped it over and over again. Every time he wiped it, his ancient emperor’s divine consciousness would lose a trace, but Wang Lin’s spiritual energy was reversed. The earthquake became more severe.
After half a column of incense, Wang Lin already saw sweat on his forehead. He took a deep breath, took out a few pills and took it. After adjusting his internal breath, he gritted his teeth, and the extreme spiritual consciousness suddenly moved, appearing on his right hand, and Together with the spiritual energy in the body, wiped it towards the storage bag.
This time, the speed is obviously faster, but Wang Lin's consumption has become more and more huge. After he took several bottles of elixir in succession, a layer of white light suddenly appeared on the storage bag of the ancient emperor. On the ground, the white light faded, and finally disappeared completely with a splash.
Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of excitement in his eyes. The ancient emperor's storage bag had already been opened by him, and his spiritual sense immediately penetrated, but soon his expression became weird.
There are very few things in the storage bag of the ancient emperor, except for the two superb spirit stones, there is only a simple scabbard!
When Wang Lin moved his mind, the scabbard appeared in his hand. After looking carefully for a long time, Wang Lin frowned. This scabbard was the same as his one, but the symbol was different.
After hesitating, Wang Lin took out his scabbard. The two scabbards were put together just for comparison, but at this moment, the symbols on the two scabbards suddenly flickered.
After a long time, the light gradually disappeared, and Wang Lin stared at the two scabbards. There was a feeling in his heart that there must be a secret in this scabbard.
After looking at it for a while, Wang Lin put away the two scabbards, and the ancient emperor’s storage bag melted into pieces with a single shot.
Wang Lin sighed and worked so hard. There was only such a weird thing in the storage bag that he opened. This made Wang Lin wonder whether he should be lucky or helpless.
He hesitated for a moment, and looked at the other two storage bags. In these two, one of them was a mysterious corpse obtained from the Huo Fen Nation War God Temple.
The other one contained more than a dozen magical artifacts. These artifacts were the artifacts of the ancient monks in the land of the ancient gods, but their cultivation bases were too powerful, and Wang Lin had to work so hard. Only a chance to control an ancient bronze mirror.
It's just that in his opinion, this ancient mirror didn't seem to be very powerful, far from being as powerful as its name, which made him a little puzzled.
He picked up this storage bag, took a look at it, and checked it inside. The defensive aperture on these magical instruments remained the same, far from what he could open now.
At this moment, Wang Lin couldn't help feeling that he saw a treasure mountain, but he couldn't get it.
After sighing, Wang Lin picked up the last storage bag, swept away his divine sense, and showed resistance from it. Wang Lin gritted his teeth, not to mention the spiritual energy in the body, and wiped it on top of it together with the extreme divine sense. go.
However, at the moment when his divine sense touched this storage bag, Wang Lin's body suddenly shook, and he felt his consciousness as if to shuttle in an instant. What he looked at was a very familiar land, and he saw a wicked young man. He was flying fast, his speed was incredible, and he was the only one seen in Wang Lin's life.
During the flight of this young man, he suddenly stopped and suddenly raised his head, his eyes showed a cold color, and he slowly said, "You can't run away!"
Wang Lin became confused and immediately returned to his body. He was taken aback, his eyes flashed with cold light. Although the young man said that he could not see the cultivation base, his cultivation base was obviously not low in terms of his speed, and it could be far away. Far more than him.
Especially the land where it was, Wang Lin recognized it at a glance. It was Xiu Mohai. Obviously, this person was the corpse of the Huo Fen Nation back then. He took his storage bag by himself, and now he wakes up. Later, came after.
If this person did not reveal the murderous intent, then Wang Lin is very likely to return the storage bag, but now, the other party's murderous intent is so heavy, it is obvious that even if it is returned, he will not be let go.
As a result, Wang Lin couldn't help but sink in his heart. After hesitating, he immediately increased the intensity of his divine consciousness and spiritual power, and constantly wiped it away.
Time slowly passed, and although the divine consciousness on the storage bag was slowly diminishing, if at this rate, it would not last for hundreds of years, I am afraid it would be difficult to completely remove it.
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, his eyes flashed, he already had an idea in his heart, but now is not the time to show it. Knowing that he was short of time, he immediately put away his storage bag, stood up, and cast his eyes in the direction of Tengjiacheng. It gradually became cold, and he muttered to himself: "Tenghuayuan, I am here!"
In Tengjiacheng, in recent days, almost all the Teng family members have come here one after another. They believe that only here can they feel safe.
Seeing all the people coming here, Teng Huayuan grew more gloomy in his heart. He knew that Wang Lin was definitely on his way.
The entire Teng Family City is now in a panic. The Teng family members who came from outside, after entering, immediately understood why the Teng Family ancestors did not go out to stop the killing.
It's not that he doesn't want to go out, but that the entire Tengjia City is shrouded in a layer of restrictions, only to enter, not to leave.
As a result, panic arose, and at the same time, rumors about the mysterious man who killed the Vine family raged in the Teng Family City.
Almost every member of the Teng family was discussing with each other anxiously about what hatred this mysterious person had with the Teng family. It was so vicious that they had to destroy the Teng family.
Various versions of rumors have been circulated among the Teng family. Among these versions, there are really a few, which are quite close to the facts.
Although Fuji Kamoto stopped this, at this moment of crisis, how could these rumors be stopped by humans? Gradually, the panic of the Fuji family became more and more intense.
This day, early in the morning, was sunny and cloudless. Today is the ninth day of the killing of the Teng family.
All the people in the entire Zhao country who have the blood of the Teng family, except for the dead, all gathered in the Teng family city.
This day was the bloody day of the Teng family, and the day of the extinction of the Teng family. Even hundreds of years later, some monks in the Zhao country, when they mentioned this day, their minds were shocked and their expressions changed.
This day is the day when the entire state of Zhao's pattern changes, and the day when the state of Zhao blood flows into a river.
On this day, the blood flowing out of the entire Tengjia city almost covered the earth.
Similarly, on this day, it was also the entire Zhao country. Almost no one knew the name of Wang Lin, and the grim figure with white hair and fluttering made many monks fearful.
At the same time, the name Wang Lin replaced Pu Nanzi and became the first person in the Zhao country. On this day, countless old monks of the Zhao country lost their lives.
In the early morning, thousands of miles away from the Tengjia city, Wang Lin stepped on the mosquito and flew slowly. The corpse behind him, under the maintenance of the spell, was somewhat decayed, but the head was well preserved.
Because Wang Lin promised that he would build the top tower of the Teng family!