Fujikamoto slapped the storage bag, and a big sword flew out of it. The sword was about one foot long and exuded bursts of quaint colors. He bit the tip of his tongue and spouted a mouthful of blood. The whole person suddenly fell into wilt, but This big sword flashed suddenly, the tip of the sword pointed at Wang Lin, and the lightning flashed, suddenly swung away.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered. At the moment when the great sword rushed, the extreme spiritual consciousness unfolded crazily, turning into a string of lightning, and instantly wrapped the flying sword, amidst the bursts of crackling sounds, the great sword little by little. After dissipating, Wang Lin's body shook in the end, the extreme spiritual consciousness was exhausted, and the great sword shattered and turned into fly ash.
Wang Lin grabbed it with a big hand, and several Fuji Family Yuan Ying flew out of the storage bag. After being swallowed by him, the Yuan Ying essence in his body was quickly replenished.
Fuji Huayuan stared blankly at the direction where the big sword disappeared, and his whole person suddenly became old.
Wang Lin pinched his right hand and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows. The demon Xu Liguo and the third demon immediately floated out, and under Wang Lin's mind, they roared in excitement and rushed towards the surrounding Teng family members.
In a blink of an eye, several people screamed for death, and every scream made Teng Huayuan's body tremble.
"Say it?" Wang Lin's voice was extremely cold.
Fujikamoto took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Wang Lin was expressionless, he didn't even look at Teng Huayuan, his hands changed the technique, and he struck out a restraint. Suddenly, the restraint from thousands of miles away from the town of Teng's family suddenly moved and slowly contracted.
Those of the Teng family who fled to the edge, they looked desperately at the shrinking prohibition, and they produced two extreme changes. One change was to give up resistance completely, and the other change was that their eyes were red and each took out a magic weapon. Regardless of everything, like a moth to a fire, it flew towards Wang Lin.
Gradually, more and more members of the Teng family rushed towards Wang Lin. It's just that when they have just entered a thousand miles, they will be forbidden by the sky. Crashing. The whole person turned into a rain of blood. Sprinkle on the earth.
The screams of the tribe. A sound was passed into Fujihuayuan's ears. His body. It shivered violently. Sorrow burst into my heart. He tried to resist. But even the magic weapon presented by the superior cultivation country has no effect.
Fuji Kamoto's face was getting old again. He at this time. There is no longer the style of the year. What was left was an old man who saw the tribe being killed and could not protect him.
"I say!"
Fujikamoto's eyes showed deep hatred. He looked at Wang Lin. He said word by word: "Since my Teng family has suffered this calamity, then no one should even want to run. Back then, Gao Qiming of the Misty Sect, he used magical arithmetic to help me find the location of your king's family, and that's him! Go and find Let him. He is now the first ancestor of Misty Sect, the entire Misty Sect. He says one thing is true!"
"Gao Qiming!" Wang Lin stared at Teng Huayuan. It doesn't matter if the other party says it is true or false, the name. Wang Lin remembered.
Looking at Teng Huayuan, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed, and he glanced into the distance. Then he flashed murderously and waved his right hand. Suddenly, the shrinking restraint suddenly intensified, and he suddenly appeared from thousands of miles away. During this process, all the monks in it died before they even had time to scream.
At the same time, a human head, under the control of some kind of magical power, flew off one after another and landed on the human head tower. Gradually, the human head tower grew bigger and bigger, and it almost towered into the clouds.
At this point, all the Teng family, except Teng Huayuan, died!
On the ground, blood ran into a river, exuding bursts of pungent blood.
Fujikamoto stared blankly at everything in front of him, and suddenly laughed wildly. The laughter was filled with merciless and endless sorrow, two lines of blood and tears left from the corner of his eyes.
Wang Lin looked at Teng Kayuan quietly. After a long time, Teng Huayuan took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. His voice was full of vicissitudes of sorrow and anger. I will kill your whole clan, you will destroy my blood, the cycle of cause and effect, it really is a cycle of cause and effect, Wang Lin, do it!"
Wang Lin raised his right hand, and on his fingertips, a gleam of crystal light flashed, and the spiritual power in his body was surging and condensed on the fingertips.
But at this moment, a loud shout came from Skyrim: "Stop!"
Hearing this voice, Fuji Huayuan suddenly recognized that it was Pu Nanzi who was here. He was ecstatic in his heart. He knew that he had a chance to live today. He looked at Wang Lin with a deep murderous intent.
His thoughts of survival immediately became active. If there was such a slight possibility, he would never want to die. Any grievances would be wiped out. This was just what he said under the premise that he thought he was going to die.
As long as he can survive today, Teng Huayuan swears that he will reach the stage of transforming gods in this life, even if he sacrifices all costs, he will also reach the state of transforming gods. Then, he will brutally kill Wang Lin to avenge today's revenge!
However, he looked at Piao Nanzi highly, and underestimated Wang Lin. As early as when Piao Nanzi was thousands of miles away, he was already aware of Wang Lin’s divine consciousness comparable to the transformation stage, how could he let Piao Nanzi Stop it.
At the moment Pu Nanzi appeared, the crystal light in Wang Lin's hand popped out and fell on Tenghuayuan's eyebrows, and died!
Indeed, as he said, since then, the grievances of Wang Teng's family have been wiped out. The blood of the Fuji family has disappeared in the world, cut off...
The figure of Pu Nanzi suddenly came to the front. He stared blankly at the blood and countless flesh and blood on the ground, and then at the fallen corpse of Teng Huayuan, the Teng Huayuan who had just risen to the desire to survive.
In the end, his eyes were cast on the towering head tower, and the chill suddenly stopped.
Without any hesitation, he immediately pinched his hands with both hands, and under the change, two lights of blue and red flew out of the storage bag.
Wang Lin looked as usual, staring at Pu Nanzi, and said flatly: "You are late."
When Pu Nanzi looked at Wang Lin, he was taken aback, then looked at it carefully, and said aloud: "You...you were a disciple of the Hengyue faction back then!"
Wang Lin glanced at Pu Nanzi, and without a word, the extreme spiritual consciousness flashed out, but at the moment when he attacked Pu Nanzi, two green and red rays of light automatically formed a protection in front of him. The moment the realm spirit consciousness fell, the blue and red lights flickered sharply, and finally they were dangerously and dangerously resisted, but its luster was greatly dimmed.
Pu Nanzi's complexion changed, he did not hesitate, bit the tip of his tongue, spouted a mouthful of blood, and fell on the blue and red light.
Pointing at Wang Lin, Pu Nanzi shouted: "Go!"
Two rounds of green and red suddenly, and they galloped away. Around them, layers of spatial cracks were constantly being torn apart. Wang Lin pointed his right hand, and all the forbidden air in the forbidden flag suddenly emerged, turning into giant dragons. , To prevent the second round of Qinghong from advancing.
However, the quality of the second round of blue and red is obviously extremely high, and Qi Qi can only be slightly blocked, but it cannot stop its impact.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and the extreme spiritual consciousness burst out again. This time, it turned into a series of lightning and whizzed, but his goal was not the two lights of blue and red, but Pu Nanzi.
Pu Nanzi's expression changed drastically. At the moment of crisis, a big hand suddenly protruded from the nothingness, grabbing onto the lightning of the extreme spiritual consciousness, and squeezing it lightly, the lightning suddenly shattered and dissipated. , It's just that the big hand also trembled suddenly, and there was a slight hum from the emptiness.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese dress and slightly fat body appeared in front of Pu Nanzi. He glanced at Wang Lin and his eyes were startled, but he immediately showed ecstasy and said: "So it's you! "As he said, he called with his right hand, and immediately returned to his side, hovering around.
After the middle-aged man appeared, Park Nanzi breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and respectfully said: "See Lord Envoy."
Although Park Nanzi was relieved, his scalp was faintly numb. He didn't know what the magic weapon of the red lightning was, but when the lightning came just now, he had a kind of struggle in the battlefield outside the territory. The sense of crisis of life and death.
He has no doubt that if the Envoy does not appear, then he has become a dead body now. Thinking of this, he looked at Wang Lin, besides the deep fear, there is a pity that there is nothing but nothing. .
"You didn't die, and in just four hundred years, you reached such a cultivation level. Very good, hand over the Tianni beads, I will save you from death! Let you become the first person in the Zhao country, how about?" Middle-aged man Staring at Wang Lin, he said slowly.
Wang Lin’s face was as usual, and this person would appear. He had expected this person and was also thousands of miles away. He had already discovered the trace of this person. This person is the messenger of the Tongtian Pagoda, a member of the fourth-level cultivation country. In Wang Lin's view, there is no other possibility for cultivation level except for the transformation stage.
If it weren't the stage of transforming the gods, how could the extreme spiritual consciousness be easily destroyed
As for this person's knowledge that Wang Lin possessed Tianni beads, he had already considered it when Wang Lin had his revenge. Therefore, when he was in Zhao Kingdom, his divine consciousness had been covering his whole body. In this way, he was comparable to the god of the transformation stage. Consciousness, as long as he is not face to face at close range, no one can see his looks.
Even more, no one can lock him with divine consciousness. This is also the reason why the opponent hasn't appeared in the nine days of his massacre.
In fact, the middle-aged man was also a little bit muttered in his heart. In these days, his spiritual sense often swept in the territory of Zhao Kingdom, but he could not find the mysterious person who killed the Teng family, which made him quite puzzled.
Unless the opponent’s divine consciousness can be stronger than him, otherwise, this is simply impossible, but you must know that although his cultivation level has not been diligent in the past four hundred years, it is still in the early stage of transformation. Cultivation base, in Zhao State, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to surpass it.
It’s just that he couldn’t guess that even though Wang Lin’s cultivation was in the Nascent Soul Stage, his spiritual consciousness had already reached the late stage of transformation, let alone him, even if he was the relative of the troll clan giant back then. Here, it is absolutely impossible to find Wang Lin in the search for divine consciousness.
This kind of thing is extremely rare in the realm of cultivation. After all, Wang Lin is the only person who walks in the realm of souls in the state of swallowing souls.
In addition, there is the weird red lightning just now. Although the middle-aged man took it lightly on the surface, in fact, the red lightning was like bones, causing some damage to his spiritual consciousness, although the damage was not large. , But for him, it was also shocked.
At this moment, seeing the opponent appear, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and without a word, he took out a drop of blood from his storage bag.
A drop of golden blood.
A drop of golden blood of the ancient god exuding bursts of coercion.
"Wang has been waiting for you for a long time!" Wang Lin said murderously, with his right hand lightly touching the blood, and the blood boiled instantly, turning into a golden symbol, and suddenly went to the sky.