Wang Lin opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of clarity. Although there was pain, he saw through everything in the world, just like a truth he had enlightened back then. Let him disperse if he should disperse...
He raised his right hand, and on the palm of his hand, there was a cloud of mist, which was transformed by the blue smoke that melted into his body. His primordial spirit contains the ancient thunder dragon, possesses the thunder power of heaven and earth, and wants to shake its vitality. This magical way of heaven and earth is not enough.
Looking at the fog, Wang Lin was silent for a moment, crushing it to pieces.
"Although your cultivation level has been forcibly promoted, but you don't have enough artistic conception, mortals have a word, saying that it is a good example of you!"
At the moment of crushing. A muffled hum came from the emptiness, and then, Liu Mei's figure turned out in the distance. She looked pale, staring at Wang Lin, with hatred in her eyes, and hissed: "It is Wang Lin, but there is a ruthless one. Spicy heart."
"It's not Wang who is hot, but you!"
There was a thick murderous intent in Wang Lin's eyes without concealment.
"I am obsessed with the Tao, but you broke my virgin body with the soul of an obscene mood, how can this be explained!"
Liu Mei's voice was torn, and it was flat before the sweep, and the hatred in her eyes became thicker.
Wang Lin frowned. This was a memory he didn't want to think of. At this moment, there was a cold meaning in his eyes, and he said calmly: "It was you who acted first, and the soul of the artistic conception was also an accident."
"Accident… "
Liu Mei laughed, her laughter getting louder and louder, and finally turned into endless viciousness. She could maintain the realm of the Ten Thousand Magical Heavenly Demon to anyone, but she could not maintain her mentality only to the person in front of her.
"You answered me an accident, then I will give you an accident too!"
A complex color of pain flashed in Liu Mei's eyes, and she touched the storage bag.
Wang Lin frowned. The immortal guard puppet behind his figure suddenly turned out, and in a step, stepped towards Liu Mei.
Liu Mei lifted his right hand from the storage bag, and the storage bag opened, and a black mist rushed out of it. At the same time, a monstrous resentment burst from it.
This resentment shocked the sky. At this moment, the entire sky seemed to be filled with dark clouds and became muddy, with a huge vortex slowly rotating on it.
This resentment was too strong, and within ten miles of it, strange whistling sounds echoed like ghosts.
A bitter scream came out from the black mist, the black light was too fast, even the divine sense could not lock it, and under a dash, it actually jumped past Xianwei. Come straight to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked as usual, staring at the black light. At the moment he was present, his fingers formed into a sword, and he suddenly pointed out, his fingertips brought a gust of wind, the wind swept away, and the mist gradually disappeared, revealing a pair of black inside. s eyes.
The moment Wang Lin's gaze fell on these eyes, his whole person, suddenly, was a pair of muddy eyes, there was no expression in them, only a flame of resentment.
However, the moment Wang Lin saw these eyes, he was shocked, a feeling of water and fusion, suddenly appeared all over his body. It seemed that tens of thousands of Ben Lei blasted in Wang Lin's ears, and his whole body, subconsciously withdrew his fingers, took a few steps back, and stared straight at the black mist.
"This... This is..."
A piercing pain appeared in Wang Lin's heart at this moment, and it filled his whole body in an instant. He stared at the mist in a daze, his eyes suddenly flushed red, and with a wave of his right hand, the fairy guard puppet rushed back in an instant, turning into a large shadow. Envelop that mist. Prevent its action.
"Inside, what is it!"
Wang Lin had a hideous face and shouted at Liu Mei.
There was a smile on Liu Mei's face, but there was pain in his eyes. He looked at Wang Lin and smiled lightly: "Can't you recognize it? No, you can recognize it based on your cultivation."
"There is a legend among mortals, a person who has lost several children in this life, then the souls of these children will not dissipate. They will follow you behind, watching you silently and saying something to you, but you But you won't hear it. You didn't hear his voice until the moment you died. It turned out that he kept asking, daddy, why don't you want me..."
Liu Mei's voice revealed a strangeness, even a hint of madness.
"I have refined this child in my body for a hundred years. I finally became a resentful infant. When he was conscious, I kept telling him that it was his father and abandoned him. His father is called Wang Lin! Wang Lin, you ruined my Taoism, broke my mood, and took my innocent body. If all this is an accident, then today, I will return you a special magic weapon!"
Wang Lin was silent. This kind of silence was silence in the true sense. From his body, his vitality seemed to be taken away in an instant, and all that was left was endless death.
There is no shock like the shock of perceiving the hope of Li Muwan's resurrection and the shock of his mind like a hundred thousand thunders.
At this moment, Wang Lin is just silent, silent, which makes people feel terrible!
It seems that at this moment, the sky, motionless, earth, motionless, everything between the sky and the earth, as if being casted with a fixation technique, all became silent.
Looking at the mist surrounded by the fairy guard puppets turned into black shadows, Wang Lin's gaze seemed to penetrate past, and he saw a weak figure inside.
The strong resentment could not stop Wang Lin's gaze in the slightest.
"thanks… "
I don't know how long it has passed, Wang Lin said softly.
Liu Mei was startled, staring at Wang Lin, and said sharply: "Wang Lin, isn't your heart hurting!"
Wang Lin didn't even look at Liu Mei, but quietly looked at the figure in the mist, and said softly: "You can make him a resentful baby, and I can make him recover, even for thousands of years... even for thousands of years... Thank you. , Send him back to me..."
All this went far beyond Liu Mei's expectations. She sneered and said: "Those who can't recover, in order to turn him into a resentful baby, I..."
Before Liu Mei could finish speaking, Wang Lin whispered: "If I say yes, I will definitely be able to!"
His gaze retracted from the mist and fell on Liu Mei, his eyes gradually no longer calm, but exuded unimaginable murderous intent. Apart from Fuji Kamoto, Wang Lin had never had such a strong murderous intent on a person. !
"Now, it's your turn."
Wang Lin's voice was not cold, but it made the surroundings instantly seem to be in winter. He stepped forward, his right thumb was a little forward, and Huang Quan pointed out suddenly.
With a thunderbolt in the sky, Huangquan came out again and turned into an endless yellow dragon, blending into Wang Lin's thumb. The Huangquan finger formed by Daohua Huangquan came out from Wang Lin's thumb and went straight to Liu's eyebrow.
Liu Mei stepped back, slapped his storage bag, and immediately added a huge ancient mirror in his hand. This treasure is a gift from the ancestor of the Huan Family, a low-grade fairy treasure!
This mirror stood horizontally, and Huang Quan dropped a finger on it, making a earth-shaking sound. At the same time, between Wang Lin's steps, he had already stepped out, and the Seven Star Sword Array swept across the willow eyebrows. Following Wang Lin's cry, Qidao Sword Qi whizzed.
"In the late stage of Pseudo Aspiration, there is immortal power and no artistic conception. In my eyes, even a real middle stage monk is inferior!"
Wang Lin said flatly, the Quieting Finger of his right hand turned out, and together with the Seven-Star Sword Formation, it approached Liu Mei.
Sword Mang approached, and Liu brow's complexion changed greatly. At the moment of crisis, she bit the tip of her tongue. When a mouthful of blood spurted out, something flew out of her mouth. This thing was a black needle.
As soon as the needle came out, it quickly wandered directly outside Liu Mei's body, and the Seven-Star Sword Array was immediately blocked, and even the black needle pierced through the Qishifeng of Silence.
"Fourth Soul!"
Wang Lin glanced coldly, with a cold light in his eyes, then lifted it up again, lightly.
"Certainly!"
The black needle had a sudden stop. Just as it was struggling, Wang Lin stepped forward and came directly to Liu Mei, with his right hand cruelly placed on the center of his eyebrows.
Liu Mei snorted, and a large amount of black energy immediately radiated from the center of her eyebrows. She immediately backed away, with horror in her eyes. She did not expect that although Wang Lin Xiuwei was in the early stage of aspirations, the various supernatural powers and magic weapons were extremely amazing.
"Want to run!"
Wang Lin stepped forward again, his two fingers formed into swords, and the soul of the soul separated from the soul of thunder power, condensing the fingertips, and this finger would take the life of this vicious woman.
The shadow of death enveloped Liu Mei's body and mind, her face was pale, Wang Lin's finger just now shook the primordial spirit in her body immediately, if it weren't for the strong immortal power in the body, I am afraid that the finger just now would have died.
"Lier!"
Liu Mei tore his voice.
Wang Lin furrowed his brows, and saw that the black mist wrapped in Xianwei rolled violently, and a scream was heard from within. This sound was like a sharp sword coming straight to Wang Lin, taking his Heart, torn.
There was a trace of sorrow in Wang Lin's eyes, but without hesitation, he pointed it out, with the power of thunder, and suddenly fell to Liu Mei.
At this moment of crisis, despair appeared in Liu Mei's eyes, but suddenly, in front of Liu Mei, a ring-shaped vortex suddenly appeared. The vortex was completely dark, as if filled with thick clouds.
A slightly withered arm protruded from the whirlpool and randomly pressed on Wang Lin's fingers.
"Bang!" With a loud noise echoing, Wang Lin's body seemed to be constantly backing away like a meteor. His face was pale and he spouted a large mouthful of blood, but his eyes showed a monstrous cold light.
"Huh, not to die?"
An old voice came from the whirlpool, and the arm grabbed the willow eyebrow next to him and pulled directly back to the whirlpool.
"You save her, the Huan Family is annihilated!"
Wang Lin's voice was blowing through his teeth like a cold wind, and he stared at that arm. The one who could save Liu Mei at this moment, obviously, there was no one else except the ancestor of the Huan Family.
While speaking, Wang Lin rushed forward, condensing Ling Tianhou's sword aura with his right hand without hesitation, a finger flashed out, and the sword aura rushed directly to the whistle while whistling.
"Arrogant junior, even if you have a puppet in the realm of yin and yang, you are not an opponent of the old man. If you and Phantom eyebrows are old, you two grudge the old man unwillingly, but if you entangle again, the old man will not forgive you! "
The old voice came from the whirlpool, he grabbed the willow eyebrows and merged into the whirlpool thoroughly.
But at this moment, Ling Tianhou's sword energy also rushed in and went straight to the ancestor of the Huan Family at the other end of the whirlpool.