After passing through the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, the location of the person who heard the cold snort in Wang Lin's divine consciousness was getting closer and closer, and a few days later, an endless wasteland appeared in front of him.
There are debris everywhere in this wasteland, the ground is dry and cracked, and an unpleasant smell comes with the wind.
Wang Lin's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. For many days, the miraculous effect of Shengxianguo had penetrated all of his mind. The senses had been increased countless times, and it would explode with the slightest irritation.
In Wang Lin's mind at this moment, killing is the only thought!
He was like lightning and went straight to the wasteland.
At this moment, suddenly there were bangs on the wasteland ground, and then, a muddy thorn made of mud suddenly rose from the ground and stabbed Wang Lin.
At the moment when the mud thorn came out of the view, countless mud thorns rushed out of the ground one after another, like fierce sharp needles, piercing crazily in the swish, and in a blink of an eye, all the positions around Wang Lin's body were everywhere. Sharp!
Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness was extremely sensitive. At this moment, he did not retreat, but the immortal power exploded in his whole body, forming a whirlpool. Under the sweep, the heels and spikes were all shattered.
A dark figure suddenly jumped from the ground and landed on a sharp thorn in the distance. This person was thin and drowned. His right knee was resting on the sharp thorn, and the whole person was lying prone. Turning his head, looking sullenly at Wang Lin dozens of feet away, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips.
Wang Lin's eyes were red, and he stepped forward, pressed his right thumb forward, extinguished the wind, and turned into a black light and went straight to the thin old man.
The old man grinned, his grin was extremely gloomy. Facing the nirvana finger, he not only did not dodge, but suddenly opened his mouth. At this moment, behind this man suddenly appeared behind him a phantom, which was about ten meters high. , In the shape of a cocoon, the appearance is pitch-black, and there is a hidden view.
As the thin old man opened his mouth, the cocoon-shaped phantom behind him also cracked a big mouth, and when he inhaled, the black light was instantly inhaled by the old man. With a move of his throat, he swallowed it alive.
The moment he swallowed, the phantom behind him also seemed to have swallowed the black glow of silence, his abdomen bulged high, and his whole body wriggled, the outer skins were suddenly torn, with a strong smell of foul smell. Water spouts.
The old man's thin hand grabbed the void, and suddenly the pus spewed from the shadow behind him, turned into form, condensed in his hand, and became a thick ball!
He stared at Wang Lin gloomily, and said for the first time: "Little baby, your finger wind is delicious, and I will give you one too!" As he said, he suddenly threw the ball in his hand to the ground.
The pus ball was so fast that it fell on the ground between the degrading eyes, cracked with a snap, and the pus inside it flowed out and merged into the ground.
Suddenly, the ground with a radius of a thousand feet trembling rumblingly, and then, a large amount of swelling liquid emerged from the cracks in the ground, and in a blink of an eye, a ring was formed. On the outer layer of the ring, a ring of pus Lift off immediately, forming a wall-like prison.
The old man licked his lips. When he shook his body, he melted into the liquid. Disappear. At the moment it disappeared, the surrounding bulging walls suddenly shrank from all directions towards Wang Lin.
This wall covered the sky, covered the ground, and surrounded by air. At this moment, it shrank rapidly, forming a huge sphere.
Outside the tickling ball, the old man's figure turned out. He gloomily stared at the rapidly shrinking pus ball, and said hoarsely: "Feng Yin, there is nothing wrong with you here, a monk, dare to come here to stray wildly. Under the swelling and pain, he must not survive!" A cold wind swept away, and the woman with a striated face turned out more than ten feet away from the old man. She looked coldly at the front and had shrunk to only ten. A clip-sized pus ball, coldly said: "If this person is killed so easily, the master won't let us out!"
"Oh? Then I want to see, how this little monk can get out of my celestial powers!" The thin old man grinned, but his smile condensed immediately.
I saw the fast-shrinking pus ball, when it shrank to the size of three feet, it stopped immediately, unable to continue, in the inflated ball, a frenzied fighting intent and murderous aura, penetrated the ball thickly.
This murderous aura, exuding, actually made the surrounding climate immediately cold, with cloudy winds.
This fighting spirit, mixed with murderous aura, made the thin old man's eyes suddenly shrink.
At this moment, a dull sound of thunder rushed from the pus ball. At this moment, a sword light split the bulge ball and rushed out of it instantly!
This sword light shocked the sky, and under the whistling, immediately made the sword energy between the sky and the earth!
The immortal sword came to the world, and beside it, there was a treasure sword, on which there was a black evil sheep's soul concealed. Beside the two swords, there was a machete, which buzzed and filled with gloomy air.
After these three weapons, Wang Lin with long hair fluttering step by step, step by step, stepped out of the pus ball that was cut in two, his eyes were red, and the war intent and murderous intent in his eyes merged to form a strange light.
When the thin old man saw it, his heart trembled, and he secretly said: "This person's eyes are a bit terrifying!" The moment he stepped out, the three weapons in front of Wang Lin rushed out, turning into three strange lights, and rushed straight. The old man left with the woman.
The woman's expression was gloomy, her body stepped back, and she immediately turned into a wind and disappeared without a shadow. The black scimitar suddenly buzzed, and when it shook, it disappeared into the air.
Immediately in the sky, there were bursts of muffled sounds colliding with metal, which turned into a series, and quickly echoed all around.
There was a cold light in the old man’s eyes, he didn’t even look at the three weapons in his body. He pinched his hands, stretched out abruptly, and shouted: "The ground is barren!" At the same time, the ring-shaped apertures appeared one after another. The rings within these apertures continued to increase, and quickly bulged up. This scene is like the painful cells that grow on the human face. Grown on the ground.
"Blast!" the old man shouted. At this moment, this person's body was like a rainbow, and with a burst of words, the sore cells that grew out of the earth burst suddenly. "Bloody your bird!" In the fairy sword, Xu Liyuan simply turned out, yelling at the thin old man. Directly controlling the fairy sword, swept across, the old man showed impatience, and suddenly grabbed the right hand, wanting to grasp the fairy sword.
In his opinion, it is not difficult to grasp the sword with the flesh and with his cultivation base!
When Xu Liyuan saw the old man grabbing it, he smiled inwardly. Not only did he not dodge, but slowed down, waiting for the other party to grab it. The moment the old man grabbed the fairy sword in his palm, the fairy sword sharply sharpened. All were cut off, and the blood flow continued.
"This... what kind of sword is this!" The old man was taken aback and quickly backed away, but the fairy sword was chasing after him. As for the sword that transformed the evil sheep, it also flashed around and came straight to the old man from behind. .
The sore cells of the earth, under the fragmentation, a pus thicker than ten feet, directly soared into the sky, forming ripples and spreading. With immortal power in Wang Lin's body, he stood in the air and walked towards the old man who was entangled with two swords.
The old man roared, and the cocoon-shaped phantom appeared again behind him, and he was about to use his magical powers, Wang Lin stepped on, shattered the void, and came to the sky above the old man. The killing air rushed out frantically and directly rushed into the phantom.
He squeezed his right hand, grabbed it, and pulled it back. In the sound of tearing, the cocoon-shaped phantom was pulled out from behind the old man by him. Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he threw the cocoon into the void behind him.
Then he scratched his right hand violently.
With a bang, the cocoon-shaped phantom was squeezed by him after being thrown out! A large amount of pus sprayed out, and a muffled grunt came out of the nothingness. At the place where the cocoon burst, Feng Yin's body turned out, her face was pale, but her eyes were more gloomy.
Beside her, the black scimitar came out quickly and stabbed quickly. Feng Yin waved his right hand, and there was a dagger in her hand. Under the collision, the sound of metal came out, and the scimitar was immediately retreated. Feng Yin also took a few steps back.
She was fighting with the scimitar, and she was shocked by the impact of the cocoon explosion just now when she came here. She didn't know if Wang Lin had noticed it a long time ago or was it a coincidence.
After crushing the cocoon, the skinny old man spouted a mouthful of blood with an unbelievable color in his eyes. At this moment, Wang Lin pressed his thumb to kill the black light, and he went out to observe again!
This time, the black mang rushed out frantically. The speed of the black mang was too fast and it was too close to the old man. As soon as he came out of the view, he came down in front of the old man. This man was pale and swallowed his mouth. It did not dissipate, but penetrated from behind.
At this moment, Feng Yin flicked the dagger in his hand, and the dagger was entangled with the scimitar. Her body stepped forward, turning into Yin Feng, and went straight to Wang Lin, who was facing her back at the moment.
The wind is fast, fast, and the wind is moving, and you have already entered your body.
Wang Lin didn't turn his head, but touched the storage with his right hand. Kunji whip was immediately in his hand. The long whip was pitch black, exuding bursts of soul trembling.
At the moment when Feng Yin came to his body, Kunji whip twitched suddenly, but when he heard a "pop" from the void, Feng Yin grumbled, and her body transformed from nothingness. There was a red whip on her face. In her eyes, she showed shock for the first time. At this moment, she didn't want to kill the enemy, but quickly retreated!
At this moment, Wang Lin's mind was stimulated by Shengxian Guo, and he had long lost his own consciousness. Everything was done by instinct. The wind yin wanted to retreat, and this person was able to entangle with the scimitar, naturally speeding extremely fast.
As soon as she retreated, she was almost invisible.
Without even thinking about it, Wang Lin directly pressed a handprint, and in front of him, he suddenly saw a huge handprint. Mo Lihai was shocked by the nameless palmprint and went out to watch!
In this mudra, Wang Lin's killing aura was automatically contained in it, and it moved along with it.
The wind suddenly rose, and the handprints chased at an unimaginable speed, passing through Feng Yin's body as he was retreating. Feng Yin's body trembled, and the killing energy entered his body. With a bang, it turned into flesh and blood collapse.
The breeze swept away, Wang Lin's long hair fluttered, and he stepped away. Beside him, three weapons roared.
On the ground, a shredded meat and a corpse were pushed, leaving endless lifelessness...,