Renegade Immortal

The man actually refused to dodge and let the magic weapon attack him. However, even Wang Lin can't bear it under such a strong force, especially the extreme spiritual consciousness. Every time it is used, it will cause great damage to the Nascent Soul.

Wang Lin flashed and appeared a hundred miles away. He immediately took out a jade bottle from his storage bag, poured it all into his mouth, and quickly replenished his spiritual power.

But at this moment, the skinny man suddenly raised his head and moved again.

Wang Lin was alerted to the big shock, and his body immediately flashed out. Almost at the moment when the skinny man appeared, he dodged dangerously.

There was sweat on his forehead, and he quickly digested the elixirs in his body to replenish the consumption of Yuanying. At the same time, he patted the storage bag, and the ancient scabbard immediately appeared in his hand. Wang Lin took out a flying sword and stabbed it at extremely fast speed. within it.

Suddenly, the sword energy in the scabbard suddenly surged out, forming a thick sword energy that landed on the skinny man's body.

The man's eyes already showed a dull look. When the sword energy came, he did not dodge or dodge, and allowed the sword energy to fall on him. In the end, the bones in his body could not withstand the successive blows, and the final attack began. Crush.

However, when all the bones in his body were about to be shattered, the man's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he raised his raw left hand. It seemed that it was quite difficult to pinch out a magic formula with the left hand that was already about to be shattered. It was like bones came out of his mouth. The sound of friction: "Condensation!"

Suddenly, his body, which was about to be shattered, flashed with golden light, and then immediately returned to normal, intact.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and stared at this person, speechless for a while.

The skinny man stared at Wang Lin with flashing eyes, a strong fighting spirit in his eyes. He clenched his fists, turned his body into an afterimage, and punched Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he immediately retreated, but he immediately discovered that the spiritual energy around him was actually drained away by some mysterious force in an instant, and even a force that seemed to be a prison appeared around him. In this force Wang Lin immediately felt that his speed was severely restricted.

At this moment, Wang Lin immediately calmed down. He quickly took out the ancient bronze mirror from his storage bag and shined it at the other party. However, the green light scattered on the ancient mirror did not have any influence on the skinny man. As a result, his fist suddenly hit the ancient mirror. Immediately, cracks appeared in the mirror, and bursts of light flashed out from within.

Under this light, the restraining power around him suddenly relaxed. Wang Lin did not hesitate and quickly exited. At the same time, he felt quite painful in his heart and shouted in a low voice: "Explode!"

ancient bronze mirror,

The light suddenly became intense and exploded with a bang.

The explosion formed a powerful storm that swept around. After the storm, the skinny man spurted out a mouthful of golden blood. As soon as the blood came out, his whole body suddenly became sluggish, and at the same time, his face With a look of panic on his face, he quickly rushed toward the blood, trying to swallow the mouthful of golden blood.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He didn't hesitate at all. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward. It was obvious that this golden blood was extremely strange.

When the skinny man saw Wang Lin rushing towards him, he moved faster and grabbed the blood with one hand. Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he grabbed the blood with his big hand. The two of them competed, and the golden blood separated from it, split into two, and moved toward The two flew away.

The skinny man grabbed the blood and immediately swallowed it in one gulp. A faint light flashed in his eyes, and he stared straight at Wang Lin and rushed away.

Wang Lin grabbed the golden blood, dodged without saying a word, and fled away into the distance.

The two of them were running in tandem, flashing at speed. Wang Lin did not walk in a straight line, but wandered around the black quagmire. He always felt that the other party was strange and unpredictable. When he saw the golden blood, he suddenly had an epiphany.

Although he didn't recognize this golden blood, there was a similar existence in the memory of the ancient god Tu Si.

In fact, this golden blood is not something extraordinary. It is just somewhat similar to the blood of the ancient gods. In other words, it contains a little bit of the blood of the ancient gods.

This skinny man's attack, except for the previous condensed body, has almost no spells and fluctuations in spiritual power, but is completely attacking.

This kind of attack method can no longer be regarded as a cultivation method. This person is like a refined mummy puppet who only knows brute force.

Moreover, he was even more confused about the spells Wang Lin cast, but there seemed to be a hint of realization in this confusion. In this way, this person must have practiced some kind of weird technique. Under the influence of this technique, it became like this.

There are so many various techniques in the world of cultivation that Wang Lin cannot possibly know them all. In fact, his guess is extremely correct. The technique practiced by Teng Yi is a kind of magical power similar to that of ancient gods.

This magical power is not owned by the Zhao Kingdom, but brought by the envoy from the Tower of Babel.

After cultivating this magical power, the consciousness and sea of ​​consciousness will no longer exist, but will be integrated into the bones of the whole body. Therefore, Wang Lin's extreme consciousness will lose the fatal effect of a single blow.

Wang Lin stared at the ball of golden blood in his hand, his eyes flashing. It gradually became clear in his mind what this person was doing.

Not like a puppet mummy, but imitating an ancient god!

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he patted the storage bag, and a black mist flew out from it, turning into two puppet mummies. These were the Nascent Soul stage puppets obtained from one of the core members of the Teng family.

Wang Lin flicked his right finger, and two drops of blood fell on the puppet's eyebrows. Immediately, the two puppets' eyes flashed red, and they roared and rushed towards the skinny man.

Instead of fighting with fists and kicks, they started fighting, trying to stop the opponent's footsteps.

The skinny man's eyes flickered, he clenched his fist, and suddenly hit the chest of a mummy puppet, causing the puppet's body to shake and shatter into pieces.

Although his companion died, the other puppet didn't know what fear was and resolutely pounced on it.

Wang Lin took this opportunity, stopped instantly, threw the golden blood in his hand, held a rather strange magic formula with both hands, and came out from his mouth a series of complex and indescribable spells.

At this time, even the most knowledgeable person may find it difficult to understand the meaning of this spell, because Wang Lin is now using the language of the ancient gods to launch a magical technique.

In fact, Wang Lin had a lot of magical powers and spells related to the ancient gods in his mind. However, if these spells were not inherited from the ancient gods, it would be impossible to perform them.

The magical power he is now using is one of the few that does not require the power of the ancient gods and only requires blood. The moment he saw the golden blood, Wang Lin decided to use this spell.

As Wang Lin recited the incantation, the golden blood in front of him boiled rapidly, and traces of white gas emerged from it. As the gas increased, the golden blood was compressed sharply, and finally suddenly dissolved. Make a simple symbol.

The moment this symbol appeared, the sky darkened, and all the clouds disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then, a golden light fell from the sky. In the golden light, a huge figure composed entirely of spiritual power slowly appeared.

This figure was huge, almost with his head in the sky and his feet on the ground. As his body condensed, three-fifths of all the spiritual veins in the entire Zhao Kingdom were reduced to ordinary mountain peaks in an instant.

The spiritual power within it surged in.

The remaining two-fifths of the spiritual energy within it is also rapidly dissipating. However, the blood that leads to this magical power is too little to completely solidify the giant's shadow, and can only maintain an illusory state. .

Wang Lin felt sweat on his forehead. Activating this huge magical power put a huge load on his body. The purple dots between his eyebrows flashed anxiously. At the same time, Wang Lin's right hand pointed out something bad and ran away. skinny man.

Immediately, the phantom nodded, waved his hand, and silently, the skeletal man had fled far away. His body did not change at all, and he mysteriously disappeared.

In Wang Lin's consciousness, the light spot representing this person also dimmed.

Immediately afterwards, a drop of golden blood slowly appeared from where the skinny man disappeared. When Wang Lin grabbed it from the air, the blood flew into his hand.

At this time, the huge shadow bowed slightly towards Wang Lin, turned around, walked towards the sky, and slowly disappeared. At the same time, the symbol turned into blood slowly dissipated.

At this moment, all the Yuanying monks in the entire Zhao Kingdom noticed this abnormality.

Pu Nanzi, who was flying in mid-air, immediately changed his expression. He immediately stopped, swept his consciousness, and shook his senses.

At the same time, in the Babel Tower in the center of Zhao State, a slightly fat middle-aged man opened his eyes from meditating and stared straight into the distance, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"This... this is the magic of the trolls!!"

As for Wang Lin, he carefully put away the golden blood, immediately sat down cross-legged, took out several bottles of elixirs, threw them into his mouth one by one, and quickly digested them with the Ancient God Secret. The one that was not killed among the two puppets stood beside Wang Lin blankly, motionless, but if there was any disturbance around at this time, it would rush out immediately.

One day later, Wang Lin opened his eyes and took a deep breath. If he didn't have enough pills in his pocket, it would be difficult to return to normal within half a month of using the ancient magical power this time.

He stood up and glanced at the puppet next to him. The puppet had some damage. According to the description on the jade slip, the puppet could repair itself. So Wang Lin pressed his hand on the forehead of the puppet, and the puppet suddenly turned into a black mist and entered the storage room. Inside the bag. Then Wang Lin watched the skinny man dissipate with confusion. The strength of this Teng family member was far beyond his imagination. According to his idea, if the ancient gods could not display their magical powers, then they would have to use the last trump card.

Wang Lin is really unwilling to use the Heavenly Tribulation Thread unless absolutely necessary, because once it is used, his revenge plan will most likely be terminated.

Because, this Heavenly Tribulation Thread was prepared by Wang Lin’s superior who was preparing to fight against the Babel Tower back then——

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