At this moment, from the ground of the collapsed tower, a purple changhong flew directly out of the ground. After the changhong flew out, it split into two, and it ran towards Wang Lin in the distance. Another flashing room penetrated the black-clothed old man. The body, at the moment when the old man suddenly widened his eyes, and the physical body and the soul collapsed and perished, he rushed directly to Qingshui.
There was a big flash of purple light, pervading the world, and it completely overwhelmed the light of the blue seal of Qingshui just now. When he was in the body, Qingshui’s eyes flashed murderously, and the index finger of his right hand suddenly filled with red light, but the extreme state in his body had recovered. Condensed on this finger, and met the purple light in an instant.
A loud and earth-shaking sound resounded crazily, the purple light was forced back by life, but under the flicker, it turned into a person, this person is a middle-aged man with purple hair wagging, and his eyes showed suffocation.
"The old man kills the domain master Ling Yunzi!"
"Extreme! It turns out that my wife's relic is in your hands!"
Shimizu also stepped back a few steps. Staring at the purple-haired man, there was a murderous intent in his eyes.
"This Qingshui is the immortal monarch of the Thunder Immortal Realm. It is rumored that his cultivation base has not been fully recovered after his resurrection. Although it is very strong right now, I have a second Kongni magic weapon. Although this magic weapon is broken, I have the power to fight him. If I can kill this clear water, I will have done a great job!"
As the purple-haired man snorted coldly, his body rushed out, throwing up a large purple mist, and even under a sway, there were six avatars transformed from the body and rushed towards the clear water together.
There is a subkongni magic weapon in the killing domain, but this treasure is seriously damaged. Despite this, it is still quite powerful. It was personally gifted by the first elder in the killing domain to the first master in the killing domain at the time of the cultivation alliance. The treasure of the world!
In the purple mist, Qing Shui rushed into the mist with murderous intent, and bursts of rumbling noises came from it, but it was the man with the purple hair who started fighting!
Both of them have the extreme state, and the purple mist is filled with coldness in the world for a while!
Besides Wang Lin, his expression was cold, and his body would often be cut off when he merged into the world. At this moment, his body just stepped out of nothingness, but he suddenly raised his head, his eyes and pupils shrank.
I saw a purple light suddenly coming from the distant clear water. The speed of this purple light was too fast, and what made Wang Lin's heart sink even more, it was within this purple light that he felt a hint of it!
"Extreme!"
Without thinking, Wang Lin galloped back at the moment when the purple came to his body. At the same time, he grabbed the void with his right hand, and the ancient star point on the center of the eyebrows turned into a rapid rotation. In a blink of an eye, there were countless numbers on Wang Lin's right hand. Crystal light condenses.
"The royal magic weapon, the spear of Destroying God!"
The crystal light condensed extremely fast, almost in an instant, the God of Extinguishing Spear instantly turned out, not a hundred meters in size, but like an ordinary spear, and was thrown forward viciously by Wang Lin's grasping hand!
Collide with that purple light in an instant!
A loud boom echoed the world. The purple light collapsed and turned into an indescribable shock, spreading crazily towards the surroundings, and some monks who could not dodge were directly affected by the shock, and their bodies suddenly collapsed and died.
The God Destruction Spear was not damaged at all, but slightly dim, and returned to Wang Lin's hands.
"The ancient god royal family's magical tools can indeed resist this level of extreme realm!"
There was a light in Wang Lin's eyes, and the spear in his hand gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared.
"It's a pity that with my current cultivation level, I can only turn into an illusory body. The real God Destroying Spear is with Tuo Sen!"
Wang Lin retreated and disappeared without a shadow. When he appeared, he was behind a cultivator of the Killing Domain Realm, with a cold expression on his face, and pointed out.
There are less than a hundred cultivators left at this moment. These remaining people are not weak at the moment. At this moment, they surround the surroundings one by one, under each other's hands, but there are bursts of spells immediately. The sound reverberated, but in an instant, in the shock of the entire killing realm, the large sword buildings floating around immediately collapsed on a large scale.
I saw eleven crystal lights flickering out, and under the sound of spells from the surrounding monks, they blended into nothingness. After a while, Wang Lin flashed out of nothingness in the distance. Behind him, eleven waves Jingguang pursued it too fast, and it approached almost instantly.
Each of these eleven crystal lights has a silver flying sword, and each flying sword has a monstrous killing energy. These eleven flying swords were forged by the first world master to collect fine iron from the world. After countless thousands of years of nourishing in the killing realm, it has almost become a deadly weapon!
When the eleven flying swords were chasing Wang Lin, there were countless screams of the souls of the monks killed by the killing realm over the years, surrounded by the crystal light, swallowed by Wang Lin's crazy pursuit, as if to Pull him into it.
"Good sword!"
There was a cold light in Wang Lin's eyes. These eleven swords are indeed excellent, especially since these swords were all forged in the same period, and they have experienced exactly the same years of sacrifices at the same time. In this way, if you own it all, it will be much higher in quality and supernatural powers than the four Yuanshen swords that Ling Tianhou condensed from refining the four small worlds back then!
"If I can take these ninety-nine flying swords and face Ling Tianhou, even if my cultivation is not enough to fight him, with magic weapons, I should be able to fight against him!"
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he licked his lips.
"There are indeed a lot of treasures in the killing domain!"
Wang Lin had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He knew that when Qingshui allowed him to walk, he actually didn't need much of himself, but he wanted to give himself a speculator's good fortune and repay his kindness in taking care of him in nothingness.
At this moment, three of the nearly a hundred cultivators around immediately flew out!
Of these three people, two of them are in the mid-stage of Peeping Nirvana. There is another person, an old man, this person has a very high level of cultivation, and he has reached the late stage of Peeping Nirvana!
This old man did not step forward after Wang Lin and Qingshui appeared, but cautiously hid behind him, and only appeared at this moment.
At the moment they appeared, the old man slapped his storage bag, and immediately four white jade gourds flew out. These four gourds were crystal clear and exuded a soft light. At the moment they appeared, the old man pinched his hands and pointed forward!
Immediately these four gourds spun around suddenly and spread out in front of the old man, facing Wang Lin from a distance.
"Bao Calabash Fairy, please kill this person!"
At the moment the old man said this, the four gourds immediately shook, but four milky white auras spurted out, turning into four graceful female phantoms, fluttering and flying straight to Wang Lin.
The other two people next to the old man unfolded their magical powers and magic weapons. One of them slapped his forehead with his right hand, and immediately a black elementary pill flew out from the sky. This elementary pill revolved and exuded bursts of gloomy aura. When he appeared, the monk made a low voice. Drink: "Wanjun Water!"
When that Yuan Dan swayed, it immediately turned into a black water, which was long in the face of the wind, but for a moment, half of the sky was filled, and the sound of a rumbling giant wave sounded like sea water, sweeping towards Wang Lin.
For the last monk, a lot of blood flashed all over his body in a flash, and there were even endless bloodshots on his skin. His appearance was extremely hideous. He pointed forward in the pinch with both hands, and drank in his mouth: "Blood-blood fairy net!"
Hearing the sound of bangs reverberating in the monk's body, immediately the countless bloodshot eyes on his skin penetrated his body and directly transformed into a web of bloodshot eyes, which crazily twisted towards Wang Lin.
The three of them can be said to use the strongest magical powers and magic weapons, through the moment when Wang Lin was chased by eleven crystal lights. A frantic attack was launched.
Not only were the three of them, but at this moment, nearly a hundred cultivators all had their own vitality running in their bodies, and all kinds of magical powers permeated them, and they attacked Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer. Without thinking, he opened his mouth and spit out something, which is exactly the seal of the eighteen hell seals! At the moment this seal appeared, bursts of sorrowful roars spread from it like a storm.
Wang Lin pointed with his right hand. This finger was like the magical power of unlocking the seal, instantly opening the gate of eighteen layers of hell, causing countless souls within it to rush out frantically.
"Throw beans into soldiers!"
Wang Lin shouted in a low voice!
Suddenly, the countless souls filled the world, rushing towards the surroundings, especially the soul of the blood ancestor, the moment it appeared, it roared to the sky.
After Wang Lin used to throw beans into a soldier, he didn't pay attention anymore. His goal was the eleven crystal lights chasing from behind! As soon as his body shook, Wang Lin did not advance and retreated. When he retreated, he grabbed forward with his big hand, and immediately the hand of the ancient god illusioned and grabbed one of the crystal lights directly.
As soon as he grasped it, Wang Lin immediately felt a tingling pain in his palm. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He grasped the crystal light and immediately retreated. The vitality of his whole body swiftly revolved, and the power of the ancient god was contained within, and he squeezed it fiercely. Next, he was surprised to find that he didn't even squeeze the crystal light.
On the contrary, it caused a violent rebound in the crystal light, and even tens of thousands of souls turned out of the crystal light, swallowing toward Wang Lin with twisted faces.
"Many of my magical powers are related to souls. There are tens of thousands of remnant souls, and I dare to be mad in front of me!"
In Wang Lin's eyes, at this moment, the cold light is no longer, and it is replaced by a hint of thunder!
His primordial spirit is the ancient Thunder Dragon, which can exercise the power of thunder between heaven and earth. At this moment, there is a whirlpool appearing in the center of his forehead, but the primordial spirit rushes out from the center of his eyebrows, revealing the body of the ancient Thunder Dragon. roar!
Roar!
With a roar, the world was shocked, bursts of thunder suddenly condensed crazily from all directions, almost instantly, this killing domain became the hell of thunder!
The rumbling thunder came from the sky, and under the constant reverberation, the surrounding monks roared in their ears. Even the clear water and the purple-haired man who were fighting in the large purple mist in the sky were also looking sideways. Showing appreciation, the man with purple hair was gloomy as water.
The endless thunder was pervading, and the roar of thunder seemed to condense all the thunder power between the heaven and the earth. All the thunder would succumb to Wang Lin's thunder roar, and madly bombarded his right hand with crystal light.
This scene is like Wang Lin holding the thunder of heaven and earth in his hands, attracting all the thunder!
"You, yield to me!"
Wang Lin shouted in a low voice, and the tens of thousands of remnants of the monks that had turned out of the crystal light in his hand were no longer hideous, but displayed panic. At the moment when the endless thunder came, they all showed fear of surrender.
Jingguang collapsed with a bang, and in Wang Lin's hands, a silver seven-foot long sword appeared, and the tens of thousands of souls all around merged into the sword.
On the body of this sword, there was a "nine" inscribed, and under the humming, it gave in to Wang Lin.