At the moment when the word "predecessor" was exited, the aperture in the formation flashed again, and after soaring to forty-three, it no longer increased, but gleamed with each other.
The expressions of the eight people on the giant tree changed again, their attitudes swept away, and their eyes showed almost worshiping enthusiasm. Their bodies changed from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on the ground, raising their heads and staring at the formation closely. You must know that if forty apertures are illuminated in this formation, it means that the person who comes is noble in the corpse Yin sect. If the aperture is more than forty, it means that in addition to the lofty status, the person who comes is Yuan Ying. The ancestor of the period.
With such an idea, the eight will naturally behave like this.
Slowly, two figures appeared in the formation, gradually solidifying. One of them was about twenty years old, with a stern appearance and a calm expression, wearing a black cloth gown, which became more upright.
Behind him, followed by a blue-skinned weird man, countless weird symbols all over his body, especially the nine paper talisman sticking to his body.
At the moment when these two people appeared, a trace of cold air radiated out.
Suddenly one of the eight people whispered, and then the others all showed surprise and their eyes flickered.
This person is Wang Lin. The moment he appeared, he suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a green light. The green light hovered around his body in a flash. The coldness was pressing, and the sword tip pointed to the surrounding giant trees.
After sweeping away his spiritual knowledge, Wang Lin felt calm. The eight people on the surrounding giant trees were all cultivated at the fifteenth floor of the Qi Condensation Stage. If he had a murderous intent, he could kill eight people in an instant.
The weird dumb didn't know why. He changed from looking around in the transmission channel and stood quietly behind Wang Lin, staring at the symbols on the giant tree, thoughtfully and silently.
The eight people on the huge tree stood up one after another at this time. One of the young people looked weird and clasped his fists and said, "Senior, are you?"
On the way here, Wang Lin had already thought of his words in his heart. At this time, he looked calm, glanced at the other party coldly, and said calmly: "In the next Wang Lin, please tell me that you are at ease, uncle, Wang has something to tell. ."
The young man was taken aback, looked at each other with a few others, and said, "Senior, I can't wait to be the master of this matter. Why don't you let me see the deacon elder?"
Wang Lin nodded, walked out of the formation, and Duan followed.
The young man leaped and fell from the giant tree, and the coffin behind him floated along.
"Senior, please." As he said, the young man moved and flew towards one of the surrounding holes.
Without saying anything, Wang Lin followed in.
Along the way, the young people looked at Wang Lin secretly, and the more they looked at the attitude, the more respectful they became. The cultivation world spoke with strength, and Wang Lin's cultivation base during the foundation period naturally won the respect of the youth.
Especially the dumb behind Wang Lin attracted most of the young people's attention.
Similarly, Wang Lin was also looking at the opponent, especially paying more attention to the coffin behind the opponent. There was a burst of cold in the coffin, and a layer of mist blocked the divine consciousness. However, Wang Lin is currently close to the mid-foundation period. For, I saw the clues when I looked at it carefully.
There was a corpse in the coffin that looked as dry as firewood and seemed to be asleep. The moment Wang Lin noticed it, the dry corpse suddenly opened his eyes. Although his eyes were muddy, he revealed murderous intent.
The young man seemed to be aware of it. When he slapped the coffin, the mummy inside immediately closed his eyes. At this time, the young man smiled at Wang Lin and said: "Senior, my corpse puppet was a gift from his master. Now, the five senses are extremely sensitive, not to mention the murderous aura. It took me a lot of effort to succeed in the sacrifice."
Wang Lin nodded and said, "You corpse puppet actually has the cultivation base of the initial stage of foundation construction, not bad."
When the young man heard this, he was shocked in his heart. He looked at Wang Lin with a slightly different look. You must know that the coffin where the corpse puppet is stored has the effect of blocking the gods, but the other party can see the cultivation of the corpse puppet at a glance. Obviously it is not an ordinary foundation construction period, maybe it has reached the late foundation construction period.
Thinking of this, he took a more respectful attitude, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Senior, the one behind you... is your corpse puppet?"
Wang Lin looked calm and nodded.
With a curious look on the youth's face, he looked at Ah Dui carefully for a long time, and said in surprise: "Senior, your corpse puppet is so spiritual, how did you sacrifice it? Such a spiritual corpse puppet is only the flying dragon of the ancestor of the night. It's only a moment."
Wang Lin glanced at the other party without comment.
The young man kept looking at Ah-Dai, who looked a little impatient, bared his teeth at the young man, and yelled a few times.
The young man was startled when he heard the words of Dumb, and lost his voice: "Senior, your corpse puppet has evolved to a level where you can talk?"
Wang Lin frowned, the other party said too much, and he kept asking questions.
The young man seemed unaware, and kept asking various questions along the way. Even if Wang Lin didn't answer, he didn't care and said to himself.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the young man started talking about the corpse puppet, and continued to talk about his peers, then from the same family to his master, and then from his master to his master, and so on. Although Wang Lin was impatient, he also talked about him. I heard the outline of the corpse Yin sect.
"If we talk about the corpse Yin sect of our Zhao country, it is remarkable. As far as the fourth and fifth level cultivation country, down to the first and second level cultivation country, almost all of us use our place as a transfer station. For example, this time the first and second level cultivation country. The promotion test of the corpse Yinzong is conducted here..."
The passage of the cave became larger and larger, until the exit at the other end, the young man continued to talk about it.
Wang Lin really couldn't bear the other party's rants. Seeing that his mouth was in sight, he immediately speeded up and flew over, rushing out of the tunnel, and what he saw before his eyes was a cave that was slightly smaller than the cave before.
There are five huge stone pillars in the cave, and a huge blue ball of fire floats on each of them, and a faintly hot breath rushes toward the face.
On the stone pillar in the middle, sitting on an old man, the old man has a childlike face, his complexion is ruddy, and his hair floats slightly without wind. Following his breath, a green gas wafts out of the fireball on the surrounding stone pillars and penetrates into the old man. Within the seven orifices, he drilled out in an instant, quickly blending into him and sitting down on the stone pillar.
Such a loop back and forth is weird and unpredictable.
The moment Wang Lin flew into the cave, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed as he opened and closed, and he stared coldly at Wang Lin for a closer look.
Wang Lin swept away his spiritual knowledge, and the old man had the cultivation base of the middle stage of foundation building.
At this time, the young man quickly entered the cave. He saw the old man and immediately hugged his fist respectfully and said: "Elder, this senior just came out of the teleportation formation and opened forty-three apertures. He wants to see the ancestor of the night."
Hearing this, the old man's expression changed, his attitude swept away, he looked at Wang Lin weirdly, and said in a deep voice, "This fellow Taoist, who opened my corpse Yinzong formation for you?"
Wang Lin looked as usual and said, "Wu Yu!"
Hearing this name, the old man's complexion changed, he immediately stood up and asked: "The ancestor of Wu Yu who has been missing for hundreds of years? He... who are you?"
Wang Lin glanced at each other and said, "Disciple."
The old man took a deep breath. Wu Yu has a very high level of seniority in the Yin Sect of Zhao Guo’s Corpse. If the other party’s statement is true, then he must not offend the other party. Thinking of this, he quickly laughed and said: "It turns out that the uncle came back to the sect. , I don't know the name of Shishu Gao's surname?"
Wang Lin smiled and said, "Under Wang Lin, I don't dare to be called Master Uncle."
Mu Ling laughed, turned his head and glanced at the young man, and sternly shouted: "It's nothing for you, go back, I will send Wang Shishu to the first ancestor Ye."
The young man hurriedly said yes, whispered a few words silently in his mouth after turning around, and left quickly.
When the youth left, Mu Rong enthusiastically invited Wang Lin to fly up to the stone pillar and asked with a smile: "Brother Wang, why didn't the ancestor come back together this time?"
Wang Lin took a deep look at the other person, and said casually: "There is something wrong with his old corpse puppet, and he is in a hurry to deal with it."
Mu Lang nodded and said, "The corpse puppet of the ancestor Wu Yu is the flying Rakshasa that is second only to the ancestor of the night. The higher the level of the corpse puppet, the more likely it is to have problems. These things are easy." As he said, he kept looking at Wang Lin, wanting to see the clues from the opponent's face.
It's a pity that Wang Lin was calm from beginning to end. Mu Rong groaned slightly, and said, "Brother Wang, wait a minute, I will contact the first ancestor Ye." After he finished speaking, he patted his storage bag and sacrificed a piece of jade. Jane, after holding it in her hand for a moment, she threw it forward.
The jade slip flickered a few times, and quickly got into a channel around it.
After doing all this, Mu Rong looked at the dumb behind Wang Lin and was about to speak. At this moment, Wang Lin spoke. He looked at the blue fireballs on the surrounding pillars and asked in a little surprised: "Brother Mu, this The breath that the blue fireball exudes, the yin carries the yang, it's not a mortal thing."
Mu Rong laughed and said: "Brother Wang, this blue flame demon fire was transformed by several masters of the alchemy phase of the Right Path Alliance hundreds of years ago. Later, after the sacrifice of the ancestor of the night free, it became another treasure of my corpse Yin sect. , For our cultivation, there are many benefits, especially the corpse puppets, it is of great benefit."
Wang Lin looked at the blue fireball, with a lead with his right hand, and suddenly a blue smoke emanated from a fireball and floated to the palm of Wang Lin's palm. He watched a little, and then spit out the cold spiritual power, and suddenly the blue smoke snorted and shrank instantly. It turned into a small blue ball, floating in the air.
Mu Yu's complexion changed slightly, and he took a deep look at Wang Lin and smiled: "Brother Wang, this hand has become solid with smoke. It is not easy to do without a deep cold air. It seems that Uncle Wu Yu treats you very much. It’s love."
The last trace of doubt in Mu Rong's heart also dissipated at the moment when the other party revealed the cold spiritual power of his hand. He didn't know that the cold qi cultivated by the corpse Yin sect looked similar to the cold spiritual power in Wang Lin's body, but in reality, it was a difference between heaven and earth.
At this moment, the blue fireballs on the surrounding stone pillars suddenly darkened, emitting bursts of blue smoke. These smoke and dust gathered together very quickly to form an illusory figure. At the same time, the huge coercion scattered from the figure. Down.
As soon as Wang Lin's pupils contracted, under the pressure of the opponent, he suddenly felt a sense of horror. Looking at Murong, he immediately knelt on the ground at this time, with an extremely respectful expression.
"Are you a disciple of Junior Brother Wu Yu?" A gloomy voice came out of the silhouette.