The cultivators' alliance and his party went straight to the soul-refining tribe in the breeze, facing the white clouds.
Far away, there was a continuous black mist unfolding in front of them. The mist was too thick, not to mention the sight, even if the divine consciousness penetrated into it, it would immediately be shaken back, even if it was a little careless, May be swallowed by the soul within!
A burst of sharp whistling sounds, even from the black mist, can shock people's hearts!
Being wrapped in black fog, it is impossible to see it clearly, but this huge black fog covering hundreds of miles around can make most people stop!
The man in the gold coat looked at all this in the distance, his face suddenly gloomy, he snorted, and said, "This is where Wang Lin is, but there is just one piece of protection. This protection is broken, this one. We are here!"
By his side, several people followed, all of whom looked gloomy, looking at the black mist, unable to speak.
A trace of ridicule flashed in Sun Yunshan's eyes. He still knew something about this matter from his sister. The ancestor sent a fairy guard to capture the monk named Wang Lin. In all the teams, they all believed that this matter was a sure thing. Opportunities for meritorious service are being robbed.
As for the place where Wang Lin was mentioned by the messenger who brought the news, there was a powerful black mist shrouded in it. Naturally, the people who robbed the opportunity of meritorious service did not care too much about this information.
They always believe that with the presence of Xianwei, everything is not a problem!
Sun Yunshan looked around, including himself, there were fewer than 20 people. Among these people, most of them were at the early stage of the infant transformation, only a few, and the cultivation reached the middle stage of the infant transformation. If you say the latter, then There is only one, and that is the uncle Feng Shi who is always silent along the way.
Sun Yunshan glanced at the gray-haired old man not far away. There was a sorrow in his heart. This old man was Uncle Feng, his father's fellow junior, this time he entered the land of demon spirits, and the purpose of Uncle Feng was to protect himself.
But he didn't expect that his sister would follow in secret... In the end, he ended up like this. Even the uncle Feng was erased from his memory by the ancestor with a secret method and became a puppet. He was planted a fairy seed by his ancestors, and his life and death were involuntary.
"The mere black mist is just a bluff, on the tenth, you go and break this black mist for me!"
The man in gold shouted.
A cultivator in the early stage of infant change beside him looked ugly and hesitated, but he didn't dare to resist. He only sighed and respectfully said: "Subordinates obey!"
The monk gritted his teeth. The body swayed out, and went straight to the black mist ahead, but the closer it was to the black mist, the more intense the pressure within it that could shock the soul, and the whistling sound in it, more like the magical power of sound waves. , Rushed out of it madly.
This monk was thousands of feet away and couldn't move forward. He felt that if he insisted on flying away, he would definitely die!
Seeing this monk stop, the man in gold clothes flashed hostility on his face and shouted in a cold voice, "No. 10, you dare to resist your orders!"
Hearing this, the monk showed bitterness on his face. He sighed and said in secret: "No matter, this person is not like a human life, and there should be an end to it. If he died here, it would be a relief!"
He exhaled deeply, and stepped forward, like a meteor, rushing directly!
In a blink of an eye, his figure rushed thousands of feet away, but at this moment, the black mist suddenly moved, and while the clouds were rolling, a sound of earth-shaking roar rumbling from within, at the same time, the black mist was even more instantaneous. Transmogrified, forming a big mouth that seemed to be able to swallow the world, and swallow the monk completely with one mouthful, leaving nothing left.
In the sky, the black mist rolled like angry waves, forming pieces of mushroom-like shapes, constantly expanding outward.
The sharp voice became more violent, whistling between heaven and earth.
Apart from a few of them, the eyes of the monks' alliance who were looking at this place suddenly showed shock. Although they were far away, they were as if they were on the scene at the moment. The sweat from their bodies hit their clothes instantly. wet. It was like the big mouth that the black mist turned into just now, and it swallowed more than the number ten.
The black-clothed man in Xianwei behind the team had unsettled eyes. At this moment, a sharp glow burst out. He carefully glanced at the black mist with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Team... Captain. This black mist..."
There was a person beside the man in gold, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
The man in the golden clothes looked more gloomy. He pointed to the old man not far away with his right hand and said, "Number three, you go!"
This gray-haired old man was Sun Yunshan's uncle Fengshi. His expression was sluggish. He didn't say a word. He took a step forward, and then walked away.
Sun Yunshan squeezed his fist, he looked at the back of Uncle Fengshi who was going away. The heart is bleeding.
This gray-haired old man, between the steps, came to a hundred feet before the black mist, and was about to continue, but at this moment, the black mist suddenly rolled and the clouds suddenly accelerated the speed of expansion. In an instant, the black mist dissipated from the middle. Open, a blank road is separated.
A grim-looking young man walked out of it step by step. After taking a cold glance at the old man, he looked at the group of monks in the distance, and said flatly, "My ancestor, please!"
The face of the golden-robed man changed slightly, and he immediately screamed: "Number three, kill him! Follow this path and we can enter!"
The grim young man was exactly thirteen, his expression was as usual, and there was no turmoil. As for the white old man, he shook his body and went straight to thirteen.
However, at the moment when it was about to approach, the black mist flew out immediately, and under the curl, it enveloped the old man and disappeared.
This scene, like a heavy cone, struck the hearts of the cultivators' alliance, especially Sun Yunshan, whose eyes were red.
Thirteen stretched out his right hand and said, "Please!"
With that, he turned and walked back.
The golden-clothed man's complexion was uncertain, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the black-clothed man behind him. Feeling at ease, he sneered and said, "Go, let's go in and see, what tricks Wang Lin did!"
A group of people quickly flew out, following the road divided in the black mist, and flew inside.
As they entered, the road behind was gradually swallowed by the black mist.
Not long after he flew out, the man in gold in front of him halted immediately, his eyes were shocked, and his expression was extremely ugly. The people flying behind him were also stunned when they saw the scene in front of him.
What unfolded before their eyes was a huge tribe. Everyone in the tribe raised their heads and looked at them coldly.
The gazes of countless people condensed on the Cultivator Alliance and the group. Although their cultivation level was advanced, they were still shocked.
Especially in the middle of the ground, there is a ten-mile blank space. In the center, a high tower stands, with a powerful majesty, slowly spreading out from it, covering the world.
Under this majesty, everyone even felt out of breath.
Shisan stood outside the blank space for ten miles, and said respectfully: "Ancestor, bring guests here!"
"Dear fellow daoists came with murderous intent, but Wang is guilty of income?"
Wang Lin's voice slowly radiated from the tower. Although his tone was humble, his voice seemed to have magical power. It was vacillating and filled the entire soul-refining tribe.
The magical powers of the sound of the heavenly demons were gradually grasped by Wang Lin's continuous deepening of the imprint of the spreading demons. At this moment, the sound spread, everyone in the monk alliance, except the black-clothed man who was a fairy guard, was instantly destroyed. This magic sound filled my ears.
The man in black is not too lost in the magic sound because of his advanced cultivation level. At this moment, his eyes flashed with spirit, staring straight at the pagoda, his face showed uncertainty again.
The man in golden clothes, the soul was shaking at this moment, his eyes involuntarily showed a confused color, and subconsciously said: "No offense..."
"In that case, if you come to find Wang Mou trouble, it is too presumptuous!"
Wang Lin's voice came out gloomily.
At this moment, all the clansmen of the Soul Refining Tribe, attracted by their hearts, shouted in unison: "Presumptuous!"
These two words are jointly issued by all the people of the soul-refining tribe, and merge with the whistling of the soul in the black mist of the sky. They are several points more violent than rushing to the thunder. Putting a sharp sword through the heart immediately caused everyone's ears to hum, and the soul trembles!
Some of them with lower cultivation bases shed blood directly from the corners of their mouths, apparently being shocked by the inner palace and hurting the soul. In the same way, the shouts of drinking also made everyone awake.
The face of the man in golden clothes changed drastically, and he subconsciously stepped back several feet, with a look of shock on his face.
He was still like this, and the many monks around him were even worse. They sucked in air-conditioning, and while shocked in their eyes, they cried out inwardly.
Sun Yunshan, the excitement in his heart far exceeds the shock, he is shouting in his heart!
"It's him, it's really him!"
The man in golden clothes stepped back and screamed: "Xianwei, shoot!"
As soon as the words came out, the black-clothed man standing at the end flashed with sharp eyes, stepped forward, and stepped across the distance, and came directly to the sky above the ten-mile blank tower, pinched with his right hand, and went down. One shot!
This shot, as if possessing the power to pull the mountain, turned into a large golden seal in mid-air, and rushed to the pagoda swiftly.
A cold snort spread from the pagoda, Wang Lin's figure, walking out of the tower, he didn't even look at the sky, his right hand flashed with a black light, lifted up and grabbed it, and said flatly: "Get down! "
With a grasp, the golden light seal that turned out suddenly appeared cracks, and suddenly collapsed in a series of clicks. The black man's complexion changed drastically. For the first time, his eyes showed amazement, and he wanted to avoid him. However, his body was immediately grasped by a force that seemed to absorb vitality, and he was violently pulled directly from the sky.
With a bang, the man in black hit the ground.