The people of the soul-refining tribe walked out one after another. I don't know who started first and knelt on the ground. Then, all the tribesmen knelt down one after another, and worshipped in a low voice in the direction where Wang Lin was going.
In their hearts, Wang Lin is the leader of the clan, and he is the ancestor of the entire soul-refining tribe. With him, the soul-refining tribe will never perish.
Ouyang Hua also knelt on the ground, and four years passed by in his mind. In the past four years, his own cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. All of this, he sometimes thinks of, seems like a dream.
Looking at the tribe with more than 5,000 people around him, Ouyang Hua could only describe Wang Lin with the word reverence.
Wang Lin's footsteps stepped out step by step, and gradually disappeared from the sight of everyone, but no one here stood up.
Ten miles away from the soul-refining tribe, Wang Lin slapped his storage bag, and suddenly a purple and gold light flashed out, and suddenly turned into a giant beast in mid-air. A huge mouthpart is even more compelling.
It is a mosquito!
Half a year ago, it woke up, and its overall strength far surpassed before. Even if it is an ordinary God-Transforming monk, if it fights with it at this moment, it may not be the opponent of this beast.
Under Wang Lin's analysis, this beast was already similar to the monks of Dzogchen in the later stage of the transformation of the gods.
All of this, in addition to the role of the golden spirit root, is also closely related to the peculiar physique of the beast itself. In this body, in the twinkling of purple and gold, an aura like the king of beasts diffuses vaguely. Out.
If you don't look closely at this breath, it's hard to detect it.
In the memory of the ancient god Tusi, Wang Lin knew that this mosquito beast did not exist alone in the starry sky, but appeared in groups. Since it is a group, there must be a leader among them.
This beast is constantly evolving towards the leader.
It's just that at present, there is still a big gap from the leader.
You must know the mosquitoes and beasts back then, but even the ancient god Tusi was a little jealous and retreated in embarrassment.
As soon as the mosquitoes appeared, they immediately uttered a scream, and the sound was sharp. Under transmission, the faces of Thirteen and Tiger Roar suddenly became pale. With their cultivation bases, they obviously couldn't bear the penetration of this sound. force.
After the sharp whistle, the mosquito beast leaned down and landed in front of Wang Lin, rubbing Wang Lin with its huge mouthparts, showing a pleasing color in his eyes.
Wang Lin smiled slightly, raised his right hand and touched the mosquito beast. With a leap, he sat cross-legged on his back.
"You two, come up too!" Wang Lin said flatly.
Thirteen-one gritted his teeth, his heart secretly must not let him lose face in front of the ancestor, his body jumped, stepped on the back of the mosquito beast, and the moment his body fell, a cold air followed his feet directly into the body.
With his body refining technique, it was completely ineffective against this cold breath, and his body trembled, and a tingling sensation immediately manifested throughout his body. If it weren't for his amazing perseverance, he would have been weakened at this moment.
Seeing Thirteen up, Tiger Roar was naturally unwilling to fall behind. He gritted his teeth and also flew on the back of Mosquito Cha, and a chilly breath suddenly appeared all over his body.
After finally reluctantly standing, the tiger roared and smiled bitterly. The ancestor of the secret path is indeed strong. Only the monster beast he conquered has such a cultivation level, which is really terrifying.
Seeing the performance of Thirteen and Tiger Roar, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with admiration. When he thought of it, the mosquito beast immediately roared, and its body resembled lightning and rushed out directly.
The strong wind rushed over and hit the three of them. Wang Lin didn't feel any discomfort with the wind, but felt quite comfortable.
As for Thirteen and Tiger Roar, they seem to be blown by a hurricane, and if they are not careful, they will be blown far away.
With a low roar, Thirteen immediately activated his whole body's demon power, using the technique of body training to continuously weaken the force of the wind blowing. Tiger Roar also closed his eyes, venting his demon power in order to resist the wind.
This place is 30 million miles away from the ancient demon city. Even at the speed of a mosquito beast, it takes some time to reach it. Wang Lin is not in a hurry, so he will not use the technique of moving. Waste the power of the body.
The mosquito beast gallops between the sky and the earth, wherever it passes, and countless tribes on the ground have opened their own defensive formations. In their eyes, the mosquito beast is too powerful. You must know that it only relies on speed to form a thunder in the air. The momentum, flying all the way, is like a sky thunder descending, the rumbling sound is transmitted far away, and the momentum is extremely shocking.
When Wang Lin first entered this land of demon spirits, he didn't know that there were formations and tribal people there, and this formation had the effect of concealment, so he had never found people in this place. But now, he had a certain understanding of this demon spirit land, and now he looked down again, along the way, he saw countless tribes.
These tribes are strong and weak, big and small, and the number of tribes is also very different.
"If my soul refining tribe can swallow all the tribes in this demon spirit land and merge, then the power formed, I am afraid even the demon spirit nine counties, will be shocked!" Wang Lin showed cold light.
Seven days later, the ancient demon city shook his eyes, and when he was a hundred miles away from the ancient demon city, he took the mosquitoes back, and brought Shisan and Tiger Roar to the ground.
Thirteen has a calm personality. Although he has walked tens of thousands of miles away from the tribe the furthest in his life, and now he is 30 million miles away from the tribe. He never dreamed that he could come here one day, but he was only slightly excited. , He succumbed to pressure, expressionless and cold, without revealing the slightest inner emotions.
His look at the moment is quite similar to Wang Lin's. In fact, he was 13 four years ago and his personality was not like that. In the past four years, his awe of Wang Lin made him intentionally or unconsciously, always imitating Wang Lin's. everything.
This place is within countless miles, a city in Tian Yao County, Ancient Demon City!
For all tribesmen, the ancient demon city, that is the place of heavenly majesty, that is the holy land! It is a place that cannot be profaned, and it is the end of everyone's dream in this life.
However, all of this may be effective for the thirteen four years ago, but at the thirteenth moment, the Tianwei in his mind is Wang Lin, and the holy land in his mind is the valley of the tribe. The end of his dream is to get the king. Lin's approval!
As for Tiger Roar, compared to Thirteen, it was still slightly inadequate. He just arrived in the leftovers of this ancient demon city, and he couldn't help kneeling on the ground, silently worshipping.
After a while, he reacted, and quickly stood up, with a look of shame on his face. Shi Qi saw that Thirteen’s expression was cold, and there was no excitement like himself, and he felt that he was being compared by the other party. Taking a deep breath, he spit out a spit fiercely at the ancient demon city, muttered a few words in a low voice, the color of awe was swept away, and replaced by disdain.
Wang Zhi smiled dumbly at the performance of Thirteen and Tiger Roar. He stepped forward and walked away slowly like a blue smoke.
Thirteen and Tiger Roar followed closely.
The distance of hundreds of miles, was quickly jumped by three people, the ancient demon city, vivid!
The ancient demon city is so huge that you can hardly see the edge at a glance. The size of this city is only seen in Wang Lin's life. However, after crossing the starry sky, what Wang Lin saw in his eyes were planets and nebulae, even though No matter how big the city is, in his eyes, it is still insignificant.
Entering this city, Wang Lin didn't constrain the power of immortality.
At the north gate of the city, there are many people coming and going, naturally guarded by guards.
Wang Lin knew that in the realm of cultivation, everything depends on strength. If it is too low-key, it will not be good. There are many people lining up to enter the city. If you wait, I am afraid that there is no time to enter.
He simply bypassed the crowd and went straight to the city gate. Thirteen and Tiger Roar, immediately after Wang Lin, looked slightly nervous compared to Tiger Roar at this moment, and Thirteen's expression was colder and more stable.
Wang Lin suddenly walked towards the city gate, and it was immediately obvious in the eyes of the city gate guards. These guards were all demon soldiers under the left-wing demon general's mansion in the ancient demon city.
Everyone's cultivation is equivalent to the foundation building period among the monks. In their eyes, Wang Lin looks like an ordinary wild person, without any demon power in his body.
But the Thirteen and Chihu behind Wang Lin are full of monsters in their bodies, and it looks like they are above the top three.
To allow such a person to serve as a servant, Wang Lin suddenly seemed mysterious in the eyes of this guard, but this alone was not enough to make these guards break the rules.
When Wang Lin walked in, one of the guards stepped forward. He was wearing black armor and took out a spear in his hand. At this moment, the spear swept forward and said coldly: "Get out!"
"Presumptuous!" Without waiting for Wang Lin to speak, Thirteen stepped forward and punched out. In Thirteen's mind, Wang Lin was the Tianwei, and all those who disrespect Wang Lin were his enemies.
He had no reservations about this punch. The troll clan's body-refining technique made his body as hard as iron. This punch was more like a flying sword among monks. It was punched out and brought it to the sky. The voice, even the surrounding space was slightly distorted, twisting towards the demon soldier's guard.
The demon soldier's complexion changed drastically. The thirteen punch looked like a shooting star in his eyes, and there was a strange force contained in it. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body was bound by an invisible force, just like a body. Normally in the water, the movement immediately becomes slow.
However, this person has been battle-tested and experienced. At this time of crisis, his spear was immediately in front of him, and his body stepped backwards with the greatest extent.
Thirteen's fist fell on the spear, but after hearing a muffled noise, the spear suddenly broke apart, as if it had been vigorously destroyed, and all became fragments.
The demon guard's face turned pale. Although the shackles outside his body disappeared, his body stepped back a few steps before it stabilized, and there was more blood donation left at the corner of his mouth.
If it weren't for the other guards around him to come forward and support him immediately, the person would definitely be injured more severely.