The ancestor of the troll clan held the red giant axe in his right hand, and the whole person immediately became completely different from the past at this moment, as if holding the axe, he became another person.
A red breath spreads out from the axe, following the arm of the ancestor of the troll tribe, and digging into it, but seeing his facial features and seven orifices, at this moment, a trace of red is coming out from there. From a distance, it is extremely ferocious.
These red qi was condensed in front of him, but was absorbed by the axe, forming a cycle.
Red energy flows from the axe into the ancestor's body, and then escapes from his body and is absorbed by the axe. Every time this process continues, the aura of the troll clan ancestor becomes stronger.
He was in the air, looking down at Wang Lin, a grinning smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, especially on the left arm that was cut off by Xu Liguo.
With a low cry, the axe in the right hand of the ancestor of the troll ancestor immediately threw it forward, and at the same time the left hand, which was completely red and recondensed, grabbed the axe. At this moment, the red gas was flashing.
"Wang Lin, die!" The ancestor of the troll clan roared and stepped forward.
He was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, he came close to Wang Lin, followed the axe, and fell violently.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and the fairy sword in his hand was immediately raised horizontally, and instantly collided with the red giant axe.
boom!
Shocking the world, the sound of piercing through the sky came from the place where the axe and the sword collided.
Wang Lin felt a strong force, and suddenly came out from the axe. His body immediately shook, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his body suddenly retreated.
This retreat is a hundred zhang.
Looking at the troll ancestor again, he spouted a mouthful of blood at this moment, but his feet seemed to be rooted and he did not take a step back, but his physical body, at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrank immediately, almost in a blink of an eye, it shrank by a third. .
The ancestor of the troll at this moment, although not skinny, it seems that he no longer feels strong before.
A roar came from the ancestor of the troll clan, and he was like an ancient beast at this moment. Eyes showed dazzling red lights, holding a giant axe, stepping forward under his feet, the whole person turned into a red lightning, madly rushing towards Wang Lin.
"Wang Lin boy, die!" The ancestor of the troll clan yelled, and the giant axe in his hand was raised again and struck it.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he stepped back, pinched his right hand, squeezed forward, and vomited softly in his mouth: "Honor the soul banner!"
The sky darkened suddenly, as if all the light was condensed in front of Wang Lin, but he saw a huge soul flag that was more than three feet high and illusory like a flickering open flame, appeared in his hand.
This flag is three feet tall, but the flag cloth is wider. The whole body is purple, with twelve golden lights flashing on it, emitting purple and gold light.
The moment this soul flag appeared, the earth made countless whistling sounds, like countless lonely souls and wild ghosts wailing, and black air quickly rose from the ground, scrambling to the surroundings.
Above the sky, at this moment, there was no light, and it was dim, as if the black and the dark, the sun and the moon.
Looking at the ancestor of the troll clan, he was as fast as the impact of lightning, and immediately slowed down, and the red giant axe in his hand made a violent buzzing sound.
The ancestors of the troll tribe showed a hint of horror and a deep hidden fear in the red eyes.
"This... This is from the Soul Refining Sect..." The ancestor of the troll clan took a deep breath. He vaguely recognized the origin of this flag, but he didn't dare to believe it completely. After all, the soul flag in his memory was absolutely unbelievable. It is impossible to appear in Wang Lin's hands.
But at this moment, the appearance of this soul flag was almost exactly the same as the thing in his memory, but he couldn't help but believe it.
One billion soul flags, for the first time, was summoned to display by Wang Lin.
At this moment, at the border of the troll tribe. The purple-clothed woman who was directly watching the battle suddenly frowned and muttered to herself: "Yangtian drove me out of the Soul Refining Sect. It turned out that Wang Lin wanted to inherit the inheritance of one billion soul flags... even though it was an illusory flag. , But the power is not something that the ancestors of the troll tribe can resist."
The purple-clothed woman sighed slightly. She had explored Wang Lin's Taoism for a long time, but she still couldn't find any clues. Only when the other party was unconscious, she might succeed in performing secret techniques.
Thinking of this, she stepped on her feet and was about to pass, but at this moment, she suddenly stopped and looked back into the distance.
I saw a big man in a purple robe wearing a straw hat walking step by step from a distance.
"Ms. Liumei, your opponent is me!" Before the big Chinese arrived, his voice came first.
The purple-clothed woman glanced at the big man and said softly, "I have the Liming straw hat of Uncle Skylark. Presumably you are the first of the four chosen by Uncle Master and his old man. However, you can only distinguish the cultivation in the middle stage of the transformation. Because it’s not enough to stop me."
The big man laughed and said: "Ms. Liumei is cultivated to reach the sky, so she is naturally invincible, but the old Skylark is dead, and Zhou did not dare not listen. It is worse than the girl, you and I will talk about wine, and return to life next time after a while, so As a result, I also had an excuse not to."
The purple-clothed woman pinned the hair that was blown away by the breeze behind her ear, smiling like a lily in full bloom, and hid her mouth: "You are also interesting, but you have to wait a while, and I will help the troll clan. Empress, how are you drinking wine with you?"
The big man shook his head and said with a smile: "No, Wang Lin is my old friend, how can I let you go."
The purple-clothed woman sighed, glanced at the big man, and whispered: "Let's go, I don't want to hurt you." With that, she was about to leave when she moved.
The big man sits cross-legged on the ground, pinching the Jue with both hands, with the movement of his soul, his mood is immediately present. But behind him, there was a phantom of a weakly crowned young man. The young man had delicate eyebrows. After he appeared, he looked at the big man, showing a strong feeling of admiration.
The purple-clothed woman paused again and turned to stare at the big man, her expression swept away from her previous charm. There was a trace of coldness and mercilessness hidden in his eyes, and he whispered: "Zhanqingdao... No wonder you will be valued by the uncle, and this mood was originally thought. What a lot of perseverance, what a cruel heart..."
Comprehend the feelings of the master and apprentice, move the mind with the mind, accept the apprentice with the thought, educate the children with love, benevolence with kindness, love with the heart, and enter the god with sadness. All of them are to make oneself devote himself to this feeling of mentoring and apprenticeship.
When he finally realized his artistic conception and was about to reach the time of transforming the gods, it was the day when he shot his own disciples, and killed his own disciples who had placed all his minds on himself, and he would never die with a single blow. To experience countless pains, let one's heart experience pains that pierce the bones time and time again. Only then can I make the ultimate sadness in my heart. Reach the final step of being sad!
It seems to be sentimental, but in reality it is ruthless, but in the ruthlessness, there is the most sentimental nature. This kind of mortal realm can definitely be comprehended.
When Wang Lin saw this person back then, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, he himself couldn't do this.
Wang Lin was holding a billion soul flags, and the primordial spirit merged with this flag. When his mind moved, the billion soul flags immediately danced without wind, sounding a huge whistling sound for nine days, and in a crash, it was transmitted from the billion soul flags. out.
Countless souls rushed madly from the soul flag, and under the leadership of the twelve purple-golden infants who became the main soul, roared out of the soul flag.
The face of the ancestor of the troll tribe changed drastically, and he did not expect that this Wang Lin actually had such a magic weapon. He was bitter in his heart. He had known so long ago. He said that he would not fight with this person at all. It was the best choice to escape directly.
But at the moment the arrow is on the line and I have to send it. Once he retreats at this time, then there is only a dead end waiting for him, simply fight it! The ancestor of the troll clan showed a serious madness. In a low growl, his body rushed again, moving up to three points faster than before. Crazyly raising the giant axe, he shouted: "My ancestors, help me kill this person!"
In the sky, there was a flash of lightning at this moment. The color of this lightning was red. The moment it passed, the earth seemed to be stained with blood red.
The ancestor of the troll is the one holding lightning. It's just that his figure, under the talent of Lightning, has become dispensable and unremarkable.
In the entire sky, there is only this lightning at this moment. Suddenly, it fell towards Wang Lin. As the lightning fell, the red giant axe was exposed.
Wang Lin stared at the red in front, his eyes calm. Pointing forward with his right hand, he vomited softly: "Soul flag, swallow!"
Hundreds of millions of souls roared, and the red lightning came, but saw twelve purple gold master souls suddenly rush out, equivalent to twelve infant monks, these twelve master souls immediately pinched their hands one after another, one after another. The magical technique appeared immediately.
I saw a golden thread immediately appearing in the body of the twelve purple gold master souls, connecting them into one piece. A net of heaven and earth was formed in an instant, trapping the red lightning in it.
At the same time, around the net of heaven and earth, hundreds of millions of souls seemed to have received the call of the main soul in an instant. Immediately from all directions, with a violent aura that seemed to be able to break through the heavens and the earth, it came violently.
If you look at it from a high altitude, the twelve main souls form a circle, and on the outside of the circle are endless souls. At this moment, all those souls rush into the circle.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
With the influx of souls, heaven and earth shook. I couldn't see the scene clearly, I could only hear the horrible hum of the ancestors of the troll clan occasionally.
But at this moment, a red light seemed to open the sky, splitting out from it, opening a gap, but seeing the ancestor of the troll clan, at this moment, the whole body was already skin and bones, as if there was no vitality, and he quickly rushed with the giant axe. out.
After he appeared, he spouted a big mouthful of blood and his eyes were dim. He turned his head and gave Wang Lin a vicious look. He was about to escape, but it was still too late.
Those countless souls whizzed out again, and the twelve purple-gold master souls laughed and rushed again.