"In!" Wang Lin said solemnly.
There was no sound, the door was pushed open, and a young man in a blue cloth coat walked in.
He carried a tray in his hand with some fruits on it. After entering the room, without even looking at Wang Lin, he put the tray on the table, turned and walked out.
"Wait a minute!" Wang Lin said.
The young man stopped, turned around, and looked at Wang Lin.
Although the room was dim, with Wang Lin's eyes, he could clearly see the appearance of the young man as long as he wanted to. This man was young, only thirteen or four years old, with a fair complexion and beautiful eyes.
Before Wang Lin could question, the young man opened his mouth and pointed. There was only half of his tongue in his mouth.
Wang Lin was startled, speechless.
Xiao Si smiled kindly at Wang Lin, turned and left, and the door closed gently.
For some reason, Wang Lin had a gloomy feeling about this mansion.
Looking at the fruit on the tray. Wang Lin was silent. Close your eyes. Continue to meditate. His right hand. Always put it on the storage bag, in case you encounter a crisis at any time, and have enough time to resist.
Time gradually passed. Three past in a blink of an eye. These three days, except for that little servant. Wang Lin didn't see anyone. He was in the early morning of the next day. Zeng went out for a circle. Servant seen along the way. It's all half of the tongue. Unable to speak.
Besides. There are strong prohibitions in many locations here. These prohibitions. Wang Lin couldn't crack it in a short time.
here. It was a bit weird.
After Wang Lin pondered a little. Simply do not explore again, but change with the same. I have been meditating in the room and let myself reach the peak state. Welcome to the battle with Red Butterfly.
I spent ten days without thinking about it. Wang Lin was meditating this day. Suddenly there seemed to be an investigation. He opened his eyes suddenly. I saw a middle-aged man. Sit on a chair in the room, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of teapot, and put it down. Look at Wang Lin.
This person is handsome, with no need for a face but a little green stubble, and his eyes are bright, and there seems to be a cloud of smoke sitting there, without speaking, but it represents majesty.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and he could easily enter the room without being surprised by himself. There are many people in Vermilion's country with advanced cultivation skills. Wang Lin is not a young child who is not a young child on the path of immortality, so he will not be easily shocked.
The middle-aged man took a sip of tea, and his right index finger tapped on the table without saying a word.
Wang Lin was also silent and did not speak.
There was silence in the room, and it was a bit terrifying, and an invisible pressure slowly spread in the room with the tap of the middle-aged man's right finger.
If Wang Lin hadn't transformed the gods before, under this pressure, he would have been unable to bear it first, even when he entered the immortal realm at the initial stage of the transformation, he would have been intolerable.
But now, Wang Lin is very calm.
After a long time, the middle-aged man stood up, turned around and walked out of the room without even looking at Wang Lin. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.
After he left, Wang Lin stood up and came to the table, where he saw a pool of tea spread out, revealing the two words inside.
"Lose, die."
Wang Lin was silent, wiped his right hand on the table, and the water mark disappeared.
He looked at the darkness outside the window, his eyes flickering.
The middle-aged man just now must have a cultivation base of infant transformation. I am afraid that it is the master of Bai Xue.
The two words left by this person already indicate that if he loses a battle with Red Butterfly, there is only one dead end!
Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat aside, closed his eyes and meditated.
A few days later, the day of the war came.
On the huge altar of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, it was extremely lively, and the envoys from various cultivation countries were waiting for this battle.
The Vermilion Bird Kingdom had announced the battle between Wang Lin and Hongdie ten years ago. This battle attracted the attention of most monks.
Although the two who were at war were only the cultivation base of the transformation stage, there was a huge gap in their identities.
Hongdie, the proud daughter of the Snowy Kingdom, and the first person in Suzaku's country, can also be regarded as the most talented person. After a hundred years of internalization, he was hailed as one of the candidates most likely to reach the aspiration period.
Zeng Niu was initially unknown and unknown, but he could obtain the Immortal Ding and enter the Immortal Realm. Moreover, he broke the red butterfly arm and gained a reputation in one fell swoop.
If only this is the case, it would not be noticeable, but Zeng Niu, when entering the fairy world, only the cultivation base of the early stage of the transformation of the gods, and the early stage of the transformation of the gods, can also break the opponent's arm. In this way, it will naturally become A legend.
Now, the second battle between the two men immediately attracted the attention of all parties.
On the altar, Hongdie stood quietly on the right. She was dressed in a pale blue and clear water palace dress, with only a dark purple pattern on the cuffs of the skirt, which was simple and plain. The green silk is like a waterfall, only lightly tied with a water-colored ribbon, there is no other decoration on the body. Fresh and refined, but what can't hide is the delicate face of Xiangjiaoyu.
It was just a breeze, and the empty sleeves swaying backwards made the red butterfly like a person in the painting slightly flawed.
The beauty of Hongdie, like her talent, reveals arrogance and a trace of unsentiment.
In the mid-air around the altar, there are circular white patterns on which are placed many bamboo chairs. There are countless people on them. Among them, there are boyfriends and girls, old and young, all from various places. Cultivator.
From a distance, these people, even if they are less than a hundred, are similar.
Although there are hundreds of people, there is no noise.
These people are sitting on the outer halo, and on the innermost halo, there are only four bamboo chairs. At this moment, there are four people sitting on the bamboo chairs.
These four people are all gray-haired old men.
At this moment, a crane flew slowly in the distance, and a young man in white was standing on it. He was tall and straight with his hair tied up with purple ribbons. Although his appearance was ordinary, he had an unspeakable temperament.
Beside him, there was a woman in dress, whose appearance was as good as the red butterfly.
The cranes flew and screamed on the altar, and the white-clothed young man on it leaped down and landed on the altar.
He is Wang Lin.
Hongdie looked down at the empty sleeve of his right arm. When he raised his head, his eyes flashed with cold light, and there was also a deep hidden hatred. As the proud girl of heaven, she hadn't missed a defeat among her peers before she met Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was the first person to defeat and cut her arm. If Wang Lin defeated her in an upright manner, although she hated her, she would not be so strong.
But back then, Wang Lin shot when she was weakest. Not only that, but also wanted to ruin her Daoism. For so many years, she hadn't made any progress in her cultivation. All of this was attributed to Wang Lin.
Only by killing him can one regain the Dao Heart.
Wang Lin looked as usual, standing on the altar calmly, looking at the red butterfly.
A white-haired old man on the four embroidered chairs in the inner ring glanced coldly at Wang Lin and Hongdie, and said, "Old man, Zhuqueshan elder, Sun Po, you are the arbiter of this battle."
He pinched the Jue with his right hand, a little empty, and suddenly, on the altar, between Wang Lin and Hongdie, a light gate appeared.
"Go in, there is your battlefield!" The old man finished speaking, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Without a word, Hongdie walked into the light gate and disappeared.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, he glanced at Guangmen carefully, and stepped in.
After both of them entered, the light gate immediately enlarged, covering the entire altar, revealing a deep mountain desolate place inside. Outside, through this light gate, you can clearly see all the scenes inside.
After Wang Lin entered the light gate, he immediately noticed that the light gate should be a teleportation formation. When it appeared, it was a desolate mountain in front of him.
The surroundings were quiet, the sky was dim and dull, and an irritating breath enveloped the sky.
One after another huge ancient trees, growing scattered all around, ten feet away, there is a red-striped python with a thick bucket, squirming, hanging its head from the branch, spitting its core, cold eyes, looking towards Wang Lin.
"Zeng Niu!" There was a soft drink from above the sky!
As soon as Wang Lin moved, he got up and flew into the air. He saw a red light on the horizon, rushing at an extremely fast speed. Before people arrived, an icy air suddenly spread.
These cold air turned into thumb-sized particles, quickly formed, and immediately condensed ten feet in front of Wang Lin, turning into a huge ice sculpture giant.
This giant was more than ten feet tall and expressionless, but with a single wave of his huge fist, he punched Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he backed away.
On top of the giant's head, a red light flashed, and the red butterfly appeared, her eyes showed cold light, staring at Wang Lin, and her mouth spit out, a bright light suddenly flew out, turning into an ice rose, and landed in front of the red butterfly. .
She made up her mind not to fight with this Zeng Niu, but to cut the mess with a sharp knife and kill this person as quickly as possible.
Following the blow of the ice giant's punch, Hongdie gently plucked a rose petal from his left hand and threw it forward. Immediately, the petals flew forward like a boat in a big wave.
Wang Lin hummed, flipped his right hand, and the forbidden flag appeared. Under the wave, the forbidden gas immediately transformed into a series of evil dragons, staggered together to form a huge black fist, which struck the giant fist at the same time. Place.
"boom!"
The earth-shaking noise passed out, and the ancient sky tree below broke immediately. Even the giant python was shocked. Its body rolled and twisted on the ground. On its body, there were many blood stains, these wounds. , Is being shattered out of life.
The huge impact force caused the ice giant to step back immediately. On his fist, there were traces of cracks, and pieces of ice fell from it, like flying ice crystals.
There was a shock in Wang Lin's hand, and the fist that the Qi Qi had turned into a sudden collapse, a huge force was transmitted to the forbidden flag, but after a few clicks, cracks appeared in the forbidden flag.
"This is a magic weapon made by my Snow Country for five hundred years, Ice God! Zeng Niu, today you will undoubtedly die!" Red Butterfly's eyes flashed with cold light, and the jade hand was a little empty, and immediately, the flying rose petals changed immediately. .