: The Battle of the South

These monks are all in the middle stage of the elixir and are usually dedicated to practicing. Even in the three major sects of Nandou City or the Evil Sect, they must be treated with three points.

If it weren't for the killing order to appear this time, these people would definitely not have appeared.

"We must do it as soon as possible, otherwise if this continues, it will definitely attract the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage. Although there is no Nascent Soul within a million miles of Nandou City, what about a million miles away? Once the Nascent Soul comes here, we will not have any chance to succeed." An old man with a long hair and a childish face, but full of evil aura stared at Wang Lin in the distance, his pupils slightly contracted, and he said slowly.

"This man has the early stage cultivation of the Killing Pill, but why is he so powerful? You see, Old Demon Shangguan is willing to become his disciple. Even if we take action, we may not get any benefits." A thin old man next to him said with lingering fear when he saw Wang Lin's death at a moment when a monk in the early stage of Killing Pill died. After the golden elixir was dug up, he said.

"There is also that flying sword. I have never seen such a strange flying sword. It can teleport!! This is a magical power that only cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage can master. The quality of this flying sword is definitely no lower than that of the Nascent Soul level magic weapon. It is even possible that the God Transformation Stage can kill hundreds of cultivators under it."

"Hmph, don't you notice that the first ten people tied up on the rope behind the evil star. Those are elders of the Douxie Sect. The killing of the Killing Pill Stage is like crushing a reptile. If you still have greed, that is your business. Ling will never participate now. Goodbye!" Among them, the monks about fifty years old stared at Wang Lin, who was lightly killed several people in the distance, showed a deep look of fear. After saying that, they clasped their fists at everyone, hurriedly retreated, slapped the storage bag, threw out a shuttle boat, sat on it, soared into the sky like a meteor, and fled towards the distance.

The other monks were silent one by one, and suddenly said, "The Inner Sea Envoy is coming soon. I will never be willing to give up the century-old savings this time. This is the only opportunity. Once I can kill this person and get the Pill Cultivation Pill, I will definitely reach the late stage of the Pill Cultivation Pill, and I will be able to save my savings at that time."

"The same is true for me. My life span is approaching. If I cannot improve my level within ten years... So this time, I have to try anything I say!" The old man with wrinkles on his face at the end took a deep breath and said slowly.

After saying that, his body moved, and lightning flashed away from the wind and thunder, pointing directly to where Wang Lin was. After him, the monk who had just spoken also stepped on his feet and turned into a sword light to follow him.

The remaining monks kept silent, but their eyes were fixed on the two of them and observing the development of the situation. If they had even a little bit of success, they would immediately rush over. Similarly, if they had no hope, they would both decide and decisively give up being enemies with that person.

Wang Lin pushed away the dead monk in front of him, threw the golden elixir in his hand into the storage bag, looked at the many monks scattered around him, and sneered in his heart. He patted the dragon tendon behind him and said calmly: "Come out, from today, you can swallow it as much as you want."

He had been held in the dragon tendons, and saw countless delicious demons around him, and his heart was itchy, but he didn't dare to go out without Wang Lin's order. At this time, he heard Wang Lin's words, and he roared out of the dragon tendon, revealing his body, and instantly pounced on the foundation-building cultivator who was escaping wildly. The monk's body trembled, and after a little convulsion, his body quickly withered, and finally turned into a skeleton. The red light jumped out of his head. The demon roared ecstaticly: "Fast, I can finally swallow it as much as I can. Haha, I will swallow enough this time."

Wang Lin glanced at the devil and ignored it. Instead, he looked down at Li Muwan. Li Muwan's face was pale at this time, staring at the devil and biting her lower lip.

She didn't know what this was, but she just felt that the moment the demon appeared, she felt a sense of fear, and the look of fear immediately appeared.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and glanced at the demon head coldly. The demon head immediately walked away from afar. It smiled in his heart, thinking that he was not willing to be so close to you. The farther the better. It is best to never see each other again from now on. Then the world is so great, so how comfortable it is.

Unfortunately, it also knew that this idea was too extravagant. The devil muttered in his heart while chasing the escaped monk. It had just smiled and was about to pounce on him, suddenly a crystal light flashed in his monk's chest. The devil looked at the monk's corpse for a long time, and then cursed and continued to chase the next monk. After finally catching up, he was about to swallow it, but he didn't expect the crystal light flashes...

After the devil walked away, Li Muwan's mood gradually calmed down. She hesitated for a moment, raised her head with picturesque eyebrows and asked softly, "It...is it?"

Wang Lin's eyes were bright. There were no monks within a hundred miles around him. After being killed by him, they were tied up by dragon tendons, turned into part of his cloak, and floated away behind him.

In this battle, Wang Lin's name of killing was completely spread across the millions of miles of Nandou City. At this moment, the bodies behind him were still less than a thousand, densely spread out horizontally, which could be said to be covering the sky and the sun.

Especially the blood-colored word "Zhu" above the head, which was countless times heavier than before, in the eyes of all survivors, this is no longer a huge temptation, but a proof of a strong man.

"That's the devil!" Wang Lin said lightly, but his eyes were staring at two figures that were coming from behind thousands of miles away, and his eyes closed slightly, and he turned around and left.

"Shangguan Mo, Munan, Mubei, can you see enough?"

A cold and ruthless voice rang in the numb minds of the three of them. Shangguan Mo's body trembled, and he quickly tightened his mind and flew towards the two cultivators who rushed towards him. At this moment, a huge wave was stirred in his heart. Although he already knew that the evil star was very strong, he never expected that it was not just ordinary strength, but a kind of power of heaven that ignored any spell and any cultivation.

"The death curse... is really terrible... If I can't die this time, I will practice whatever I say. If I have this strength, I can walk around the Demon Cultivation Sea from now on." Shangguan Mo took a deep breath, and for the first time he was no longer depressed by his soul blood. On the contrary, a complicated mood arose leisurely.

The strong are respected no matter where they are, and this is even more so in the sea of ​​demon cultivation.

The two brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei had the same mentality as Shangguan Mo at this time. They were excited and thought that with the strength of the evil star, the Dou Xie Sect could not resist at all. In this way, if they wanted to save their lives, they would need to commit a letter.

The two of them looked at each other, both gritted their teeth, followed Shangguan Mo and galloped away.

"Haha, isn't this old man Ouyang? Come on, you and I haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's just a little more intimate!" Shangguan Mo stared at one of them and smiled. At the same time, he waved his right hand, and the black sword behind him was immediately unsheathed, bringing a sharp sword light and shot out directly.

As for the Mu brothers, although they were in the early stage of forming pills, they were good at joining forces. When they faced the other person, they were at a disadvantage and a little embarrassed for a while, but they could still hold on a little.

Wang Lin glanced at him and condensed on the monks of Jiedan thousands of miles away, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The surviving monks around had already fled far away, and were all in amazement, wishing to have more legs and leave in a hurry. Wang Lin's figure was like a mark, deeply engraved in their hearts, accompanying this life, and will never be erased.

The four middle-level monks in the Killing Pills thousands of miles away, the old man with a crane-haired and young face but filled with evil aura, shook his head and turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly his pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.

A man and a woman stood ten feet behind him, and the man had a big word "Zhu" above his head, with a trace of bloody meaning floating out.

The other monks noticed the abnormality and looked back, and their faces changed drastically. They all sacrificed magic weapons and stared at Wang Lin as if they were facing a great enemy, but they did not dare to take the lead.

Wang Lin glanced at the four of them and said coldly: "Get out!"

Except for the thin old man who had previously looked grateful and took the magic weapon and left quickly, the other three were red and white. One of them stepped back a little and snorted: "Today's affairs..."

Li Muwan sighed inwardly, thinking to herself that you don’t leave quickly, what’s the use of saying these nonsense? Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Wang Lin frowned, waved his right hand, and the extreme spiritual consciousness suddenly radiated. The man’s words turned into screams, his eyes turned red, his hands hugged his head, and with a bang, his head turned into blood mist, and a golden elixir stained with blood flew into Wang Lin’s hand.

The remaining two monks turned around and ran away without saying a word. Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he stared at them. The extreme spiritual consciousness suddenly came out and he paid attention to the marks on them.

At this moment, a scream came from the monk who fought with Shangguan Mo. Then the monk fled away in panic and had not yet flew far away. The crystal light and the red light of the demon appeared at the same time. The demon roared: "You snatch mine again, you can't snatch this one, this one, mine!"

However, it was still one step late. As the crystal light flashed, a wound as big as a bowl appeared on the monk's chest.

After half a stick of incense, the Jiedan monk who was fighting with the Mu brothers died under Shangguan Mo's sneak attack. Wang Lin moved his body and the crystal light flying sword was brought into his body. The devil was unwilling to do so and returned to the dragon tendon again.

"Continue to lead the way." Wang Lin's voice was full of coldness and his murderous intent was forcing people to do.

Wang Lin knew very well that if he wanted to gain a foothold here, he had to establish his authority. Fighting against the evil faction would be his best choice for establishing his authority.

The two brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei were already very respectful of Wang Lin in their hearts, especially Mu Bei, who showed no reservations in his eyes. He flew out immediately and led him to the direction of Dou Xie Sect.
Chapter completed!