No one knows Wang Lin's Taoism except himself.
Regarding the appearance of Liu Mei, Wang Lin felt gloomy in his heart. The Suzaku Kingdom seemed to be a giant, shrouded on the Suzaku star. Anyone, no matter where they were, could feel the pressure from the Suzaku Kingdom.
The higher the cultivation base, the greater the feeling. Although the previous visit to Suzaku Kingdom was short, the invisible sense of crisis made Wang Lin's memory still fresh.
Whether in the Immortal Cultivation Mansion, which was all dumb, or fighting against Red Butterfly, Wang Lin always had the feeling of being overwhelmed.
This feeling is like a shady covering the sky. Unless you have a sword to break the shady and tear the shady open, you can't resist it.
Suzaku Kingdom, Suzaku Star Overlord!
However, in Wang Lin's view, although Suzaku is the overlord, there is a mass of death in his country. This death is not an ordinary meaning of life and death, but a kind of sentiment, a loss of change and loss. A vigorous experience.
"This Vermillion Bird Kingdom is probably at its end..." Wang Lin raised his head and looked into the distance, where the Vermillion Bird Kingdom was located.
Two days later, the Soul Refining Sect was in a big match, and hundreds of battlefields were set up for tens of thousands of peripheral disciples. Every day, there were several confrontations. Among these peripheral disciples, there are casual cultivators, and there are people from the cultivating family. Their purpose in coming to the Soul Refining Sect is for this day.
Lianzong has only one rule for peripheral disciples. As long as they can win, it doesn't matter whether they lose or die. If they win, kill if they want to kill. As long as they have the ability to kill everyone, they will not interfere in the slightest.
even. There is also a rumor circulating among the peripheral disciples. The more people were killed in the competition. In the end, the greater the certainty that it will be selected, if it can happen, kill it all the way. There is no strong man who fights. So. He had a grasp of entering the inner door. Will reach an incredible height.
This rumor. It will spread during every big comparison. In fact, as early as many years ago. There was once a killer star among the peripheral disciples. All the way to the final decisive battle, although it failed. But it was also received inside the door.
The exceptional income that time immediately made the rumor seem to have grown wings. Spread quickly.
Every time there are tens of thousands of disciples from the outer world. More than half can survive! There is no exception! The rest of the big match. You need to pay more spirit stones before you can keep your status as a peripheral disciple. Fight for the next big match. You can enter the inner door.
For countless years. No one can keep statistics on the number of peripheral disciples who died in the big competition, and no one knows after the second big competition. The soul of the town sent the soul flag in the soul refining sect. How much more...
The entire soul refining sect is in this cruel way. It is constantly growing.
Every day, a large number of peripheral disciples died, and hundreds of battlefields flowed into rivers of blood. In the past few days, Wang Lin has been observing that every time a person dies, the soul of that person will be absorbed by the battlefield platform and disappear.
This day, when Wang Lin came on the court, he floated up silently and landed on the left side of the platform. A pill knot monk wearing a black robe was the inner disciple presiding over this scene. He glanced at Wang Lin coldly, and was shocked. In his opinion, this person's cultivation level was comparable to his own, the outer disciples It is rare to see people with this kind of cultivation level in the middle of the world. He said: "8972, fight!"
A low drink came from the disciples around, and then, a short and fat man jumped out, like a huge ball of meat falling on the platform, he did not speak at all, and immediately pinched his hands after appearing. , A ball of fire immediately appeared in front of him, like a rain of fire, hitting Wang Lin under his finger.
"Later foundation building..." Wang Lin shook his head. In order to enter the inner door, he fixed his cultivation base in the middle stage of the pill formation. At this moment, he waved his right hand and his body had already jumped off the platform.
The moment he left, the chunky monk trembled all over, the fireball in the sky disappeared, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground and fainted.
Wang Lin didn't kill anyone. It was really shameful to kill a junior who built the foundation.
Over time, a large number of peripheral disciples died. Seven days later, tens of thousands of disciples, except for one hundred who entered the next round, had already died by 50%.
The rest, all were given up early, or both sides were injured, so there was no death.
During these seven days, there were four disciples from outside, which caused the soul-refining sect to look sideways.
Among the four, one of them is an old man with a gray head. He has the cultivation base of the late stage of alchemy. Along the way, all the people he encounters are killed by him with the same spell. This spell is like some kind of wonderful magical power. , Just take a little bit of space, spit out a "dead" in the mouth, and the other party will die immediately.
When Wang Lin saw this spell, he immediately thought of the extreme realm! Suddenly, he was taken aback, but after he took a closer look, he realized that although this supernatural power was similar to the extreme realm, it was completely different.
"Death spell?" After Wang Lin pondered, he guessed the name of the spell.
When he was repairing the Demon Sea, his extreme realm was mistaken for this spell, and it was only then that Wang Lin learned about some things about the death curse.
This death spell is extremely difficult to practice. Wang Lin has cultivated the Tao for five hundred years. This is the first time someone can use it. The other person is a short and thin young man. Although this young man's cultivation is only in the early stage of formation, he has an instinct like a beast. For any spell, he can always feel spiritual power in advance before the other party can cast it. Volatility, make countermeasures.
If faced with a high-level monk, this intuition may not be of great use, but for the same level, it is just like a heavenly secret, which is not disadvantageous.
With Wang Lin's concentration, the moment he saw this young man, he couldn't help but arouse a fascination for talents, and the idea of accepting disciples was moved, but he finally gave up.
The third person, Wang Lin is familiar with, this person is the reckless man in the 743 Dongfu. This person has a magic weapon. This magic weapon is a piece of talisman. Under use, he will kill countless people along the way. Anyone who fights against him will be killed. die.
As for the last one, it was Wang Lin himself. Any disciple he encountered along the way, like an understatement, caused the opponent to coma with a single wave, which naturally attracted the attention of others.
However, this is exactly what Wang Lin deliberately made. Only when the other party pays attention, then finally obtains the qualification to enter the inner door, it will not be surprising.
As for the willow eyebrows, Lin believed that he would have a purpose in contacting him, and even if he did not appear in the big competition, there would be a way to enter the inner door.
Time was hurried, and another seven days passed. The 100 selected disciples were once again brutally eliminated, and in the end, only four were left.
Coincidentally, the remaining four people were the four who were noticed by the Soul Refining Sect.
On this day, when the king was on the court, he stood on the platform, looking at the monk who was walking on this platform, with a weird smile on his mouth.
The person on stage is no one else, it is the brash man in the 743 Dongfu.
The person presiding over this test is an early Yuan Ying cultivator of the Soul Refining Sect. This person is in middle age, his temples are gray, his eyes are swept, and he said coldly: "Let's start."
As soon as he finished speaking, the reckless man immediately smiled bitterly, sighed inwardly, and quickly said: "I give up!"
The Nascent Soul monk was taken aback, glanced at the manghan, and said, "Are you surrendering?"
The reckless man nodded quickly and said, "I admit defeat." As he said, he walked a few steps quickly, got off the platform, and his heart was beating wildly. The secret path of the old man still has the restriction of that kid in his body. You must admit defeat, otherwise the other party's heart will move and you don't need to act , Lao Tzu left there.
After stepping off the stage, he immediately looked at Wang Lin with a pleased look.
Wang Lin smiled dumbly, shook his head slightly, and walked off the platform. The monk Yuan Ying glanced at Wang Lin deeply, did not speak, and continued to preside over the next scene.
The old man who mastered the spell of death, and the young man with terrifying intuition, the two of them fought extremely quickly.
The young man couldn't resist the power of death curse at all, and at the moment he was about to die, he was surrounded by a flash of light suddenly flying out of the soul refining sect and was rescued.
So far, this time the peripheral disciple contest, there are only two people left, Wang Lin, and the old man named Sima.
The first battle between the two began on the second day.
On the platform, Sima's eyes were gloomy. He practiced the death curse for many years, just for today's moment. Once he wins the final victory and becomes an inner disciple of the Soul Refining Sect, he believes that he will have a baby.
Moreover, the Soul Refining Sect’s soul flag technique blends with the death curse technique he cultivated. According to the master, practicing at the same time, the effect will reach an incredible level, compared to the legend that has been lost for countless years. The extreme state is only a trace!
Thinking of Master, Sima's eyes showed a trace of enthusiasm. Master was extremely powerful in his eyes. After Master gave a death word, Monk Yuan Ying would immediately collapse, and even the Monk of God Transformation would rarely be able to escape.
Before he wanted to come, the master's cultivation level is absolutely qualified to challenge the infant to become an old monster.
"Death curse, unless the opponent’s cultivation base is much higher than yours, there is no one to stop it. I think that the teacher has studied for many years. This death curse is a magical power created by the ancient monks after studying the extreme realm and imitating the extreme realm. If you can cultivate to the extreme, you might get a trace of extreme power."
The words of the respected master were always in his ears, Sima's eyes were firm, and he looked at the last enemy in the battle.
The young man named Aoki in front of him didn't pay attention at all, his eyes gleamed murderously, pointed his right hand, and yelled, "Death!"
The death curse, following the words in the mouth, suddenly vented out.