Wang Lin hesitated for a while, looked at the old man, and said, "Senior, shall we just pass by?"
The old man turned his right hand over, and immediately had two straw hats in his hand, threw one to Wang Lin, and said: "Take it on the head, unless the cultivation base is two steps higher than you, otherwise, you can’t see the appearance. This has been for me for many years. You have to pay me back if you run out of inventory!"
Wang Lin took the straw hat, swept away his consciousness, and immediately shocked his heart. This straw hat seemed ordinary, but in reality it was different. After sweeping away his consciousness, he found that it contained countless formations, these formations. The degree of subtlety is that he has never seen it before, and it is not inferior to those ancient prohibitions.
This is just the formation of the edge position. As for the central position, with Wang Lin's spiritual knowledge, he can't snoop in in a short time. He moved in his heart and made up his mind. This straw hat, he said nothing to return, a big deal. Do more wood carvings.
Seeing the old man putting on the straw hat, the whole person was immediately illuminated by a golden halo. Wang Lin's consciousness swept away and immediately felt tingling pains. The golden light was like sharp thorns, making it difficult for the divine consciousness to penetrate.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, and his heart became more serious about the idea of putting this straw hat as his own. Without a word, he put the straw hat on his head.
The old man glanced at Wang Lin, then pinched a rather weird Yin Jue with his right hand, lightly pointed it towards the distant void, and suddenly, a huge phantom appeared in the void. This phantom just appeared. , The spiritual power of the surrounding sky, in a state of raging raging, rushed in madly.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the phantom quickly condensed, forming a golden armored giant holding a big sword. This giant has a hideous face, like the same evil god, showing a tyrannical air, staring fierce eyes, and his eyes fall on the old man’s fingers. Point of bit.
"Gold, smash me!" The old man yelled triumphantly.
The golden armor giant, apart from anything else, swiped his big sword, and suddenly a dazzling golden glow, like the sun landing, crashed across the void, and suddenly a violent flashing wave of water appeared in the distant void. Soon, This pattern became bigger and bigger, and with a final bang, it turned into huge fragments and scattered around.
Immediately afterwards, the golden armored giant snorted softly. The body slowly disappeared.
The old man murmured a few words in dissatisfaction immediately. Wang Lin vaguely heard. This old man seems to be scolding the giant golden armor for being lazy...
At the moment of dispersing. A breath of lightness. Suddenly spread out from the nothingness, and rushed towards the surroundings in a circular ring. In this force. Full of destructive power. Wang Lin's complexion changed. Just about to dodge. The old man waved his right hand. Suddenly a light curtain appeared in front of Wang Lin. To block the ripple impact.
Looking at the old man. Stand head-on where the ring ripples spread. Exposed a pretty enjoyable look.
As the ring ripples spread out. The nihility changed suddenly. I saw a lot of buildings and pavilions. Floating above the white clouds like a fairyland. Road and road colorful Xiaguang. Spread out above those pavilions.
This scene. Compared with what Wang Lin saw in Chu State. More grand several times. Especially the breadth of these attics. Almost unable to see the edge at a glance, at the same time, a loud shout came from these attics. Immediately afterwards, he surpassed dozens of tyrannical auras and rushed out immediately.
Wang Lin swept away his spiritual consciousness, and among these breaths, the Yuan Ying-period monks actually occupied more than thirty, and the remaining five were all in the god-transforming period!
He took a deep breath. The fourth-level cultivation nation is indeed worthy of the fourth-level status. Only one sect, no matter its size, or the strength of its sect, is far from comparable to the third-level cultivation nation, and it is no exaggeration to say , You only need one sect of the fourth-level cultivation country to sweep any third-level cultivation country.
After these monks rushed out, they immediately fanned around the old man and Wang Lin, their expressions gloomy, showing unkindness, and almost all of them scattered their consciousness and swept them at him.
Only in an instant, more than half of these people showed surprise on their faces.
Wang Lin could clearly feel that at the moment when the consciousness of these people swept over, a large amount of golden light suddenly flashed from the straw hat. When those divine consciousness touched the golden light, it quickly melted like Baixue met a blazing flame.
As for the old man, pinching the seal with one hand, the straw hat on his head suddenly turned into a phantom of a golden-winged roc. With a wave of his wings, all the divine consciousness surrounding him suddenly appeared. All were swept away.
Suddenly there were some monks who snorted a few times, and their complexion became quite embarrassing when they shook.
At this moment, among these monks, a middle-aged scribe wearing a black robes flew out. This person was always pale and bloodless, and his eyes did not seem to have any brilliance. On the contrary, he was a bit similar to Wang Lin. They were both black and white. Out of bursts of extraordinary colors.
After he walked out, he clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "The two broke my Baiyunzong formation for no reason. If you don't explain the matter today, then just stay!"
The old man snorted and waved his right hand. He actually turned into a bamboo chair. It was placed in mid-air. He leaned over and pointed at Wang Lin and said, "I don't care. I'm just a thug. He asked me to come. Let him go."
The middle-aged scribe's eyes showed a subtle look of jealousy, but this jealous person was not Wang Lin, but the old man.
At this moment, when he heard the old man's words, he immediately cast his eyes on Wang Lin, and said solemnly: "This fellow Taoist, have I ever offended you by Bai Yunzong?"
Wang Lin was silent for a moment. Without saying a word, he slapped his storage bag, and suddenly an ordinary flying sword flew out of it. He shook slightly, and his consciousness was printed on it suddenly. Amidst a burst of crackling, the flying sword flew out. It immediately melted into liquid and gathered together to form a fist-sized silver ball.
"The long-lost Baiyun Sect has many cultivators, and I am ready to challenge today. If you are rude, look at Haihan!" As he said, he suddenly moved his right hand, pinching the law, a silver ball.
The silver ball flew away in an instant, and there was a burst of sound of breaking through the air, as if it could cut through the void.
The middle-aged scribe had always been cautious, but after seeing the silver ball, he suddenly sneered and said, "I don't know what I can do!" As he said, he didn't even see him take out the magic weapon, just a little space in his right hand, and suddenly a purple aura, Suddenly galloped out over his fingers.
As soon as this spiritual energy appeared, it immediately turned into a purple dragon, roaring towards the silver ball, and the silver ball suddenly stopped. Wang Lin changed his two-handed technique and said softly, "Change!"
Suddenly, the silver ball wriggled strangely, forming a turtle-like creature. This creature was exactly the beast that Wang Lin killed in Xiu Mohai, the bell and drum!
The bell and drum beast that the silver ball turned into was as if it were alive as soon as it took shape, exposing deep and sharp teeth, opening its mouth and letting out a silent roar, and suddenly ripples of air burst out of its mouth, and the purple dragon Entangled together.
The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, waved his right hand in front of him, pinched the law, and shouted in a low voice: "Fun!"
Suddenly, the purple dragon split into two, swiftly passing by the bell and drum beast, and roared towards Wang Lin. Wang Lin frowned and was about to step back. At this moment, the old man's voice came from his ear: "What are you hiding, don't move, and experience the mood of the cultivator!"
Wang Lin hesitated for a moment, and slapped his right hand on the storage bag. If there is any danger, he will immediately take out the forbidden flag. In fact, the reason why he did not use some of his common magic weapons this time is because he was afraid of being recognized in the future. identity.
At this time, Wang Lin took a deep breath when he heard the old man's words, and his mind flashed through scenes of the old man's acquaintance like lightning. Finally, he gritted his teeth and remained motionless. He said that it was too late and then fast, but he saw two purple dragons, suddenly galloping. Come.
There was a trace of appreciation in the old man’s eyes. Although Wang Lin’s struggle just now didn’t show any clues on the surface, he couldn’t tell from the old man’s experience. He slanted his eyes and glanced at the two purple dragons, then raised his right hand. With a slight pinch, one of them, like a bubble, was crushed by him with a snap.
The middle-aged scribe's complexion immediately changed greatly, and his eyes became more jealous.
At this moment, the remaining Zilong, with roars and waves of air, rushed on Wang Lin, Wang Lin's body immediately trembled, he felt a huge impact, and suddenly rushed into his body, just The impact seemed quite fierce, but it actually fell into the body, like a breeze, without any aggression, and did not bring any discomfort to him.
However, in this breeze, there was a slight sense of unrelenting feeling. This feeling was almost infinitely enlarged in the blink of an eye, spreading Wang Lin's entire body, even Yuan Ying, did not let it go.
Wang Lin immediately knew that this feeling of unfeeling was just a hint of artistic conception contained in the magical powers of the middle-aged scribe. This artistic conception seemed to be heavenly power, and Wang Lin couldn't resist it at all.
At this time, if he took out the forbidden flag, then under the protection of the ancient forbidden layers, he might not have such a deep feeling. After all, when he used to fight against the cultivators, the forbidden flag was a must.
But at this moment, in order to realize this artistic conception, he did not use any magic weapon. In this way, it can be said that he is unarmed, and he nakedly feels the artistic conception of the attack of the cultivator.
The old man's eyes were bright, and with a grasp of his right hand, a trace of purple gas floated from Wang Lin Tianling, forming a purple ball, floating in the hands of the old man, Wang Lin took a deep breath and recovered.
He closed his eyes, and at the moment, the mood of the other party was completely understood by him. This kind of opportunity is really rare and precious.
The old man squeezed his big hand, and the purple ball immediately dissipated. The middle-aged scribe looked rather ugly, staring at the old man, and said, "Senior is here, I'm afraid it is for your disciple to break through the Nascent Soul and reach the spiritual state."
The old man smiled, and a random scribe on his right hand was next to the scribe, and said, "You, come out, it's your turn."