At the moment when Wang Lin retreated, the remaining hockey puck galloped in with a violent howling sound, crashing one after another in a frantic manner.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The ice puck slammed into Wang Lin, and he quickly threw his fists out, but there were too many ice pucks, and under the superimposed power of the bombardment, a huge roar was formed.
At this moment, the entire land of the Snow Region country had numerous cracks again.
Li Yuan's cover was ferocious, and he shouted: "Zeng years, death!"
In the roar of the huge hockey puck bombardment, Wang Lin's body was smashed to the ground like a meteor, and a huge pit appeared on the ground.
A wisp of green smoke came out of it, and was instantly dissipated by the wind.
It's just that Li Yuanfeng's complexion, not only did not relax, but was even more gloomy.
"Infant change supernatural power is really mysterious, but the immortal power contained in your ice hockey is too little!" A cold voice came from the deep pit, but seeing Wang Lin's figure, slowly drifting out of the deep pit.
His clothes are a bit torn, but his eyes are bright.
Li Yuan's cover was ugly, staring at Wang Lin, and slapped his storage bag under his teeth. Then a pair of bronze bells appeared. He bit the tip of his tongue and spewed a mouthful of blood, which landed on the bronze bell.
The moment Wang Lin saw the pair of bronze clocks, he recognized at a glance that this object was the magic weapon that had been transformed into a person who claimed to be Situ Nan, and his eyes flashed immediately.
"Feng!" Li Yuanfeng choked with both hands, shouting in his mouth.
The two bronze bells immediately became larger, and the symbols on them flickered, absorbing all the Li Yuanfeng's essence and blood sprayed on them. Suddenly, cracks appeared on the bronze bells, and two withered arms immediately appeared.
On these two arms, a thick black mist exuded, and the black mist was filled with extremely heavy cold air, which spread wildly in all directions. Li Yuanfeng looked terrifying, with a strong madness, these two bronze bells can be said to be his last magic weapon. Since it was obtained many years ago, it has been practiced with the soul of the soul. Up to now, it has been controlled freely.
"Solution" Li Yuanfeng yelled, with a touch of Wang Lin on his right hand, and the black mist on the two dry arms immediately boiled, and in a blink of an eye it turned into two figures composed entirely of black mist.
These two people couldn't see their faces clearly. At this moment, they rushed towards Wang Lin one left and the other right. Before the people arrived, the cold air was already on their faces.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he snorted coldly. He had not merged with the deity before in the mid-stage of cultivation and transformed into a god. He was defeated by the black shadow and severed his arm. But at this moment, he was not afraid, and rushed forward with his fists. Waving.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
With two loud noises, the shadow composed of the two black mists immediately uttered a muffled sound. The black mist dissipated backwards as if it was blown by a violent wind, exposing the two broken arms inside.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his hands were pinched forward for two consecutive clicks, and the two spiritual powers flew out quickly and landed around the broken arm.
"Feng!" Wang Lin whispered.
The two flags flicked, forming two groups of mist, one black and one purple, completely wrapping the broken arm.
At the same time, Wang Lin slapped his storage bag, and two bells flew out. Below his point, they immediately became bigger, falling from the sky and covering them respectively.
All this was done in the blink of an eye, Li Yuan's cover was pale, and he turned around and fled without saying a word.
How could Wang Lin let him escape? With a movement, he stepped in front of Li Yuanfeng at the speed of the ancient god's flesh. Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light, and his right hand burst out.
"boom!"
Li Yuan sealed his mouth and sprayed blood, his body resembling a shooting star, leaving him far away.
Wang Lin stepped on again, appeared above Li Yuanfeng, shouted, and his fist fell again. This time, Li Yuanfeng spit out blood again, and his body fell from the sky and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, within a hundred feet of his body, a huge pit appeared immediately.
Li Yuanfeng spit out blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were dim, but there was still a trace of viciousness emerging.
"Even if the old man is dead, I still have to pull you back!" Li Yuanfeng roared, his eyes flushed, and a frenzy of destruction exuded from his body.
"In the infant transition period, I blew myself up, Li Yuanfeng, after your explosion, I could tear the cracks and walk away.
It's just that the entire snowy area has to be buried for you. The person you found to back up was not me, but the entire snowy country! "Wang Lin's expression was as usual, his eyes were calm, and he said lightly.
As he said, he grabbed his right hand in the void, and a gap in space suddenly appeared, blowing out winds of silence, but this wind had no effect on Wang Lin.
Li Yuanfeng's eyes were struggling. Although he was selfish, he was born in the snowy country after all, he was a person from the snowy country, and he had deep-rooted feelings for the snowy country.
After a while, he gave up a miserable laugh and gave up the self-destruction. Zeng Niu was right. He still said that his self-destruction won't hurt the other party, but the Snow Region country has no suspense and will definitely disappear in Vermilion Star.
He stared at Wang Lin, took a deep breath and slowly said: "Zeng Niu, the old man is defeated, but this matter has nothing to do with Snow Country. You must not kill him. If you agree, the old man is willing to let you handle it!
Wang Lin's eyes were cold, his right hand was a little spaced, and the art of pulling soul was immediately revealed, turning into a flash of light on the center of Li Yuan's brow.
Li Yuanfeng did not resist, but sighed softly, glanced at the familiar earth around him with nostalgia, and closed his eyes.
"Punch!" Wang Lin said softly.
Suddenly, Li Yuanfeng's body shrank crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, his whole body has become skin and bones.
A group of gleaming purple-golden light flew from the center of his eyebrows.
"The soul of the infant transformation stage!" Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and he grabbed the soul with his big hand, and immediately grabbed the soul, sealed it and put it in the storage bag.
A generation of hero Li Yuanfeng died!
Wang Lin was silent for a while, looked up at the two severed arms controlled by the bell and double flags, summoned his right hand and put it in his hands.
Then his body moved and flew into the air.
At this moment, all the cultivators of the Snow Region Kingdom had seen the previous battle with their divine consciousness, witnessed Li Yuanfeng's death with their own eyes, and a wave of grief and anger surged in their hearts.
Wang Lin was in the air, his divine consciousness swept across the entire snowy country, and a divine thought spread out.
"Starting from today, the Snow Region Nation does not allow any cultivators above the transformation gods, nor any cultivation sects, otherwise, I will come again!"
When Wang Lin Yuanshen's artistic conception moved, suddenly the scroll of life and death reappeared in the sky. Below Wang Lin's point, more than a dozen gray air flowed out of this scroll, and in a blink of an eye, it scattered around and dived into each of the snowy kingdoms. The body of the cultivator of God.
"seal up!"
Under one word, all the cultivators of the god transformation were immediately sealed by Wang Lin's artistic conception, the same as when Li Yuan sealed Wang Lin.
On the foreheads of these cultivators, two traces were left at this moment, the two traces, one light and the other heavy, representing life and death.
Their cultivation has plummeted.
After finishing this, Wang Lin slapped his storage bag, the mosquitoes flew out, supported him to fly away, and gradually disappeared into the sky.
After this battle, the rumors of Zeng Niu's disappearance reappeared immediately throughout Vermilion Star. The name of Zeng Niu was completely the first person in the stage of changing infants, and many people were even convinced that Zeng Niu's cultivation had already changed.
No one doubted Zeng Niu's strength, defeated Li Yuanfeng during the infant transition period, sealed a monk of the god of transformation, forced a five-level cultivation nation to two levels, and became a third-level cultivation nation.
This kind of thing shocked all those who knew it and lost their color.
At this moment, in an alley in a small town in a third-level cultivation country, there is an old man sitting in front of him. There is also a small basin with some copper scattered in it. The old man is sloppy and unkempt. Scattered noodles.
There was a person standing respectfully beside him. This person had a big face and a strange appearance. If Wang Lin was here, he would definitely recognize this acquaintance at a glance.
"This Zeng Niu's so big handwriting can actually kill an infant-transition monk. It's not easy. Old man, I was really a smart eye at the beginning, haha." The old man touched his chin, looked up at the person next to him, and said again. : "Zeng Niu helped you make the Snow Region Nation a third-level cultivation nation, and you will also help him to meet the willow eyebrows. You will bring my straw hat, so even if you lose, you can run away. Take a look here. To what extent has the junior's Qianhuan Ruthless Dao reached!"
The broad-faced and big-eared person respectfully said yes, looking up at the direction of Snow Country, with a trace of memory and melancholy in his eyes.
After this person left, the old man stood up, picked up the copper plates one by one and put them in his arms, and said to himself: "It is still twelve years away. After a thousand years and twelve years, the old man's self-punishment will end."
He took a deep breath and disappeared where he moved.
"It's really a headache. The four people chosen by the old man are the most troublesome for this Zixin. It's nothing to provoke Zeng Niu to do anything. They are thrown into the cracks in the space, and the old man is going to bring her out. The old man won’t save his Dao heart cracks. Dry wind... Dry wind... Alas, this son is the most talented person the old man has seen in his life. Compared with him, Red Butterfly is even worse!"
The battle between Zeng Niu and Li Yuanfeng spread throughout the entire Vermilion Star, and it could make a fifth-level cultivation nation fall to third-level. Almost all cultivators knew about such a huge thing.
At this moment, on the Vermillion Bird Kingdom in the Vermillion Bird Kingdom, in the Forbidden Area of the Back Mountain, the dry wind crushed the sound transmission jade slip in his hand. His eyes flashed. After a while, he said to himself: "Zeng Niu... Killing Li Yuanfeng is nothing. , He is just a trash forcibly promoted. If you can kill the ancestor of the troll clan, then you are qualified to be my opponent..."
Behind him, Hongdie stood quietly, her eyes blank.
Gan Feng looked back at Hongdie, smiled evilly, and said, "Unfeeling, do you want to fight this Zeng Niu again? This is your biggest wish before the death of the original soul."