As he said, his right hand was a little bit empty forward, and suddenly a few dragons roared and galloped towards the wooden sculpture, bringing out the roaring sound of breaking through the sky.
The monks gathered here by Zhao Guo raised their heads and looked at the wood carving intently. In their eyes, this wood carving was what they expected and was the supreme thing of Zhao Guo.
I saw the wooden sculpture shook slightly, shining bright light, and then a halo spread out from it suddenly, colliding with the talisman dragons.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
After a few loud noises came, the rune on the dragon seemed to be swept by the wind, and the runes on it flashed unsteadily. In the end, a large number of runes dimmed, and more than half of the rune dragons disappeared between heaven and earth.
The remaining Fulong has also shrunk by a large circle as a whole.
The cultivator of Zhao State, seeing this scene, immediately showed excitement in his eyes.
"Huh? This thing is also interesting, it's a pity to ruin it." The immortal survivor's eyes flashed, he glanced at the wood carving, and left his right hand in front of him without saying a word. Suddenly, runes exuding vicissitudes of life were instantly transformed into the void.
These runes hovered around his body, and the man stepped forward when he moved.
The wood carving flickered again, and the rune outside the person's body was encountered as the ripples spread, and it immediately trembled violently, unable to resist, and finally dissipated.
With one step, the immortal survivor crossed the distance and came to the wood carving on the top of Hengyue Mountain.
The light on the wood carving immediately dazzled, and suddenly spread to the surroundings, but the contemptuous color in the eyes of the immortal bereaved clan remained unquenched, and he snorted slightly. The big hand suddenly pressed on the wood carving.
"Even if your master and son came, the old man still said that he would accept it!" The man caught him. He took the woodcarving in his hand and took a look. He smiled and said: "It is indeed a treasure. If there is a chance in the future, the old man wants to see the junior who left the woodcarving."
There was silence up and down in the Tiandao Sect of Hengyue Mountain. All the monks were silent, the symbol in their hearts, and they were destroyed in this way. It seems that Zhao’s end cannot be changed.
"For the sake of this thing, the old man will not embarrass you. From now on, you will become the vassal existence of my immortal survivor. It will be much better than surviving under the Vermillion Bird kingdom." The immortal survivor's eyes are even more contemptuous. Thick, said slowly.
"My woodcarving is not something that can be taken." A flat voice came slowly from the void, and then two figures suddenly appeared from the void.
The immortal survivor turned around abruptly and stared to the rear. He was horrified. With his cultivation base, no one was actually found under him, and he was immediately shocked.
The two people who appeared from the void were Wang Lin and Wang Zhuo.
When the two of them appeared, the monks of Zhao Kingdom from the Heavenly Dao Sect, someone immediately recognized Wang Lin's appearance.
"Ancestor!!!"
"Ancestor!!!"
A shout with excitement came from the mouths of most cultivators, the voice was extremely loud. In a blink of an eye, between the world and the earth, it seemed that only this voice was left.
"Ancestor—" Wang Lin smiled slightly and nodded slightly.
The shout suddenly rose again.
The face of the immortal bereaved clan was extremely ugly, the contempt in his eyes had long since disappeared, and he was replaced by deep jealousy.
"Your Excellency—" He opened up and was about to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Wang Lin.
"Give me my woodcarving!" Wang Lin's voice, although flat, had an unquestionable breath.
The immortal surviving clan's face was gloomy, and he couldn't see through the other's cultivation base. At first glance, this person looked like the Great Perfection in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, but you can take a closer look. There was a strange power in the opponent's body. He had heard of this strange power from the elders in the clan, and it was a sign of the monk's transformation.
After a short silence, he raised his right hand without saying a word, and the wooden sculpture immediately came out and flew towards Wang Lin.
At the moment when Wang Lin raised his hand to catch the wood carving. The person's eyes were cold, and he shouted: "Talisman burst!"
In an instant, a large number of runes flashed out of the wood carving. These runes emitted a gloomy light and exploded suddenly, forming a powerful and unusual impact.
Wang Lin looked as usual, his right hand moved forward a little, and the exploded runes were immediately enveloped by an invisible force. In the blink of an eye, they were imprisoned in mid-air and compressed into a fist-sized sphere.
The smoke in the sphere contains the impact power of all runes that explode.
The complexion of the immortal survivor clan changed drastically. He did not expect that his attack would be so easily resolved by the opponent.
"Infant change—" He muttered bitterly, turning around and fleeing without saying a word. He knew that with his own strength, he faced the monk in the infant change stage. There is absolutely no chance of winning, and there is no doubt that he will die.
"Unlucky, the first ancestor of a third-level cultivation nation. It's actually a baby who has become an old monster. How can I encounter this kind of thing!" The immortal survivor was bitter in his heart and was about to escape. At this moment, the world suddenly went dark, but he heard With a sound, a huge spatial gully that can cross the void suddenly appeared where this person retreated.
Under the shock of this immortal bereaved clan, his body couldn't help but take a halt.
"Did I let you go?" Wang Lin glanced at the person plainly, grabbed the wooden sculpture with his right hand, and left his new spiritual knowledge on it. Hengyue Mountain.
"Your Excellency, according to the agreement between us, the third-level cultivation country and the Vermillion Bird Kingdom give up, in exchange for us to postpone our attack on the fourth-level cultivation country, do you want to break the contract?" The immortal survivor said slowly with a gloomy expression.
Wang Lin frowned, and said, "Who made your agreement? Suzaku?"
The immortal survivor was taken aback, glanced at Wang Lin, and said, "Since your Excellency is an infant monk, you must know Dry Wind. This agreement is that Dry Wind represents Vermillion Bird and signed with the young patriarch of our clan."
"Dry wind..." Wang Lin's eyes condensed. He had heard this name twice, once from Liu Mei's mouth, and once now.
"Absurd!" Wang Lin said coldly, raising his right hand and touching it on the ball of light that imprisoned the rune explosion. The ball of light suddenly shook, suddenly moved, turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the immortal bereaved clan. .
The complexion of the man from the Immortal Yi clan changed drastically, his hands touched his forehead, and his eyebrows flashed with green light, and then a plant with six leaves appeared immediately, and suddenly rushed out of his eyebrows and hit the ball of light. Together.
"boom!"
The immortal survivors retreat violently, spurting blood, but the plants above his brows are not only undamaged, on the contrary, the green light on them is thicker, but this person does not want to fight, and when he retreats, his right hand is wiped in front of him. Immediately there was a purple wooden stick in his hand. Below a point, ripples immediately appeared in the void, and he jumped into the ripples.
The purple sticks are the branches of the reincarnation tree. After the immortal remnant clan uses secret methods to concoct it, they can communicate with the reincarnation ancestor tree and carry out the entire Vermillion Bird Star. A larger range of teleportation shifts.
Wang Lin looked calm, raised his right hand calmly, and vomited in his mouth: "Suck!"
With the people of the immortal surviving clan as the center point, a large number of clouds poured in, forming a huge aperture, which was quickly compressed, and it was only three meters in size in a blink of an eye.
Wang Lin always looked the same as usual, and said with a smile: "People of the immortal surviving clan, has Wang killed fewer people? The power of spells, what are you talking about?"
Wang Lin's right hand was a little bit in front of his chest, and immediately behind him, five clusters of gray gas appeared. The gray gas flashed and turned into five gray runes, which flashed unsteadily.
When Yue Xing Ying changed, Wang Lin discovered that he did not know when these five gray qi were produced in his body. They are usually hidden in the acupuncture points all over the body. Not only is it harmless to the body, but it can vaguely make spiritual power. The flow is smoother.
The immortal survivor stared at the five groups of gray qi, and his face was pale. He could feel that there was the breath of a six-leaf spell curse master in the gray qi, which was obviously killed by the person in front of him.
Wang Lin glanced at this person plainly, grabbed the void with his right hand, and the time circle immediately shrank in a large area. The immortal bereaved clan hummed a few times, and all the branches of the six-leaf plant in the light circle were broken. In the end, with As the aperture quickly shrank, this person was suddenly squeezed into a mass of flesh and blood.
The aperture disappeared, and the flesh became fragments, dissipating in a bloody mist.
With Wang Lin's current strength, killing this person is effortless, even without using magic weapons. After all, his mood is different from that of the monk, and within him, the mood has fairy power.
At this moment, he is already half-foot completely entering the stage of infant transformation, as long as the fairy jade is enough, he can change at any time.
It's just that the number of immortal jade is too scarce.
Wang Lin looked at the place where the immortal survivor had died, with a pensive expression in his eyes.
"Suzaku would actually have an agreement with the immortal bereaved clan, this matter is a bit strange... and the dry wind..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed.