Chapter 237 Wang...Wang Lin?

The colorful float was quite conspicuous, especially under the sunlight, which seemed to come from the fairy world. What was even more exaggerated was that all the flowers on the float were actually some rare spiritual herbs in the territory of Zhao.

In addition, there are many highlights on the float. These flashing crystal bright spots are densely filled with the entire float. The sun shines like bright stars. Even if the angle is opposite, the crystal brightness makes people feel tingling in their eyes.

With Wang Lin's will, he couldn't help but be stunned. All the shiny substances were low-grade spirit stones.

It’s not that these spirit stones are so expensive and huge. In fact, if the spirit stones that Wang Lin owns can be laid on the car, at least nearly a hundred of them can be laid.

However, Wang Lin has lived for so long and has seen so much. This is the first time that he has encountered someone so extravagant...

The boys and girls around the float were all quite handsome. On them, there were only fluctuations in the second and third levels of the Qi Condensation Period. However, their expressions were extremely arrogant, and they were even three points stronger than some relatively low-key Nascent Soul Cultivators.

As the float approached, Wang Lin's eyes were calm and he was watching leisurely.

"Jimo Great Immortals travel, the idle people give in immediately!" A slightly sharp voice came out from a young man's mouth. The man stared at Wang Lin, and he didn't even look at the dense corpse behind Wang Lin.

"Jimo..." Wang Lin pondered for a moment, and these two words were quite familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere. When he thought about it carefully, his eyes flashed suddenly, staring at the float, and slowly said, "Old Man Jimo?"

"Bold!" Almost all the young men shouted in unison, their voices were quite neat. They obviously had been trained many times. Perhaps because of the large number of people, this shout of shouting in unison also had some sense of shock.

However, for Wang Lin, it is really insignificant.

"Rareless, you go back!" An equally sharp voice came from the float. Immediately afterwards, the front of the float slowly separated to both sides, revealing a rather gorgeous big bed inside.

On the bed, there was a fat man who was like a meat mountain. The man was covered in oily face and was already fat. He was covered with a blanket, which was dotted with hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones.

"Do you know me?" The fat man glanced at the dense corpse behind Wang Lin, frowned, and said, "Fellow Taoist, have these mortals provoked you? Why do you kill them at will?" In his opinion, Wang Lin was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, just like him, and although the monster under his feet looked scary, he didn't take it seriously.

Jimo has been rampant in Zhao State for several years. Since he practiced to the Nascent Soul stage, except for a few old monsters in the late Nascent Soul stage, he has some concerns, and the ordinary monks are not attracted to him at all. This has a lot to do with the Dark Light Art he practiced. The skills he practiced are mainly focused on refining puppets. Although his cultivation is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul stage, there are many ancient corpse puppets in his storage bag.

In fact, the old man Jimo had been studying this method many years ago, often looking for some monsters like corpse charms and refining them with martial arts.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wang Lin's mouth. With a summoned hand, a head was thrown from the end of the dragon tendon behind him. Wang Lin grabbed it in his hand and said lightly: "Do you know this person?"

The old man Jimo was stunned. He didn't look carefully just now, thinking that he had just met a cultivator who was bloodthirsty. At this time, he looked carefully. The face of the man's head was ferocious and difficult to identify. But as he looked, the old man Jimo suddenly opened his eyes wide and said in a lost voice: "Teng Gao?"

This Tenggao is the highest-ranking member of the Teng family in Wufeng Valley. The next head of Wufeng Valley is also highly valued by Tenghuayuan even in the Teng family. Zhao State is not very big, so the old man Jimo has naturally seen such a person.

Then he swept his spiritual sense. This time, he looked very carefully, and slowly, his expression became extremely ugly. At this time, the meaning of these corpses in his eyes was already different from heaven and earth.

He almost gasped, stared at Wang Lin, and said slowly, "Are these people all members of the Teng Family?" He mentioned his twelve-pointed caution at this time, and he never dared to underestimate the other party anymore. Although these Teng Family members are not very good at cultivation, they can kill so many people and tied behind them, if they are not idiots, they are so arrogant that they are not afraid of the ancestor of the Teng Family coming to seek revenge. In this way, the old man Jimo will naturally become cautious in his heart.

He immediately decided in his heart that this person was not someone he could easily provoke. You should know that Fuji Huayuan had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul, and there were many masters in his clan. This person did this so obviously did not take the Fuji family seriously. Jimo really didn't want to provoke such a madman.

Almost immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I'm good at killing. I've long disliked the Teng family. Fellow Daoist killed it well. This... Fellow Daoist killed it slowly. I have something to do, so I'll take a step first." As he said that, he quickly wanted to control the float to retreat and stay away from this evil star.

Wang Lin's eyes became colder and he said slowly: "Do you know why I killed the members of the Teng Family?"

The old man Jimo paused, and he felt a sense of inconsistency. He hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't want to know, fellow Taoist, I'm going to say goodbye!" As he said that, he had almost no hesitation, and the float immediately rushed back, and even the boys and girls had no time to pay attention to it.

Wang Lin did not stop him, but slapped the storage bag, and immediately the forbidden banner was in his hand. Within a radius of thousands of miles, it was immediately shrouded under a dark curtain.

The old man Jimo's expression suddenly looked ugly. He suddenly turned around, stared at Wang Lin, and said sternly: "Fellow Taoist, there is no intention to interfere in the affairs of your family. What do you mean now? You and I have the same cultivation level, don't really think I am afraid of you!"

Wang Lin looked at the old man Jimo calmly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and said calmly: "Four hundred years ago, your little apprentice died unexpectedly. I wonder if you still remember it."

When the old man Jimo heard this, he was stunned, but soon he stared at Wang Lin without saying a word.

"I killed your little disciple. He has a disciple named Zhang Hu. This man has a friendship with me." Wang Lin said slowly with a calm voice.

The fat meat on the old man Jimo's face twitched, and he said with a smile: "Just kill me, I have long forgotten the past four hundred years ago." Although he said that, his right hand was already pressed on the storage bag, and four black smoke rose from it, and each of them emerged around him.

The four mummies inside were exposed among these four black smoke. The old man Jimo rarely used this spell at the bottom of the box when fighting with others. Before he could do it, he sacrificed four mummies, which was obviously quite afraid of Wang Lin.

Each of these four mummies has a cultivation level close to the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. However, Wang Lin didn't even look at it and continued: "Then, Zhang Hu and I were chased by Tengjia City by Tenghuayuan's great-grandson Teng Li. I think you should remember the past."

The old man Jimo's face was green and red. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Actually, that tiger, I..." As soon as he said this, his eyes flashed, and his body, like a mountain, flew away from the big bed of the float, quickly retreated, and at the same time, his right hand bounced up repeatedly, squeezed out four drops of blood, and landed on the four mummies.

The four mummies immediately opened their eyes, revealing red lights, and a few roars like wild beasts came out, pounced on Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, he pinched his right hand and shouted in a low voice: "Forbidden!"

Suddenly, eight forbidden auras suddenly appeared from the dark side and wrapped around the four mummies. At the same time, Wang Lin moved his body and chased the old man Jimo slowly.

Although the old man Jimo was big, his speed was not slow. He galloped and his body teleported out sometimes. However, Wang Lin's figure was like a marrow that had been following him, and no matter how he walked, he could not get rid of it.

Jimo gritted his teeth and stopped his body. He pinched his hands and his body immediately trembled. Then, layers of fat on his body squirmed strangely, slowly as if he was absorbed, shrinking rapidly. At the same time, the breath on his body became stronger and stronger. His hair, Wufeng, automatically, and the pressure of spiritual power spread out from the body. His cultivation level, as the fat on his body contracted, had already climbed from the early stage of the Nascent Soul to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

In the end, what appeared in front of Wang Lin was a middle-aged man with a strong body. He was quite handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with clear edges and corners, and a sense of mighty aura came to his face.

His cultivation level has already reached the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and is one line away from the late stage.

He stared at Wang Lin and said in a low voice: "You should feel honored. Since I became a baby, you are the first person to see my true appearance. Alas, there are too few people in this world who can take over the spells I can use with all my strength, and it is hard to find a master. I really feel reluctant to kill you. If I give you another 180 years, maybe you will grow up. In this way, you will cut off your own arm. I think that your cultivation is not easy and I will not kill you within a hundred years. I hope that in a hundred years, you can have the strength to fight me. I can't wait to expect that day will come."

After Jimo finished speaking, a sense of arrogance appeared on his face, with his hands on his back, looking up at the sky, and his whole body showed a look of contempt for the world. At the same time, there was a deep sense of loneliness in this breath.

After sighing, he looked at Wang Lin deeply, turned around and flew away slowly, until he flew out a hundred feet away. His speed suddenly became faster and his head would not gallop.

A strange look appeared in Wang Lin's eyes, and a red light flashed in his eyes. The extreme spiritual consciousness suddenly moved, turning into a series of red lightning, and galloping out.

Without any suspense, Jimo's eyes darkened and showed a look of disbelief. His body tilted and fell from mid-air. Under the bang of several banished air, his whole body was split. At the same time, a storage bag flew out of the minced meat and was held in his hand by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin flashed and disappeared from the spot. When he appeared, he was already next to the four mummies. The four mummies were motionless at the moment when Jimo died.

Wang Lin glanced a few times, pondered for a moment, swept his spiritual sense in Jimo storage bag, took out a few jade slips and looked at them one by one. After a little, he saw the method of refining puppets from a jade slip.

After reading the jade slip, Wang Lin made a gesture with his right hand, and according to the requirements on the jade slip, he produced several inspirational lights and printed them on the eyebrows of the four puppets. Suddenly, the bodies of the four puppets immediately turned into black smoke and drilled into the storage bag.

Wang Lin put the storage bag in his arms, moved his body, stepped on the mosquito beast, and galloped towards Yan Haozong.

At this moment, in Yanhao Sect, the first ancestor Yinyang, the old man in the first ancestor, was pacing back and forth in the Yanhao Sect Hall with his hands gloomy face. He was hesitant and didn't know if he should make up his mind.

In the hall, there were three people sitting upright around. The three people, one man and two woman, the handsome man and the charming woman, all had the Nascent Soul stage cultivation. At this time, the three people were also frowned between their eyebrows, obviously having a strong mind.

"Senior Brother, that demon cultivator really has the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage? Junior Sister is a little unbelievable!" The woman in the second girl, wearing yellow silk, said softly.

This woman's tight-fitting clothes outline a heart-pounding concave figure. If it weren't for the rich sad face between her eyebrows and eyes, she would definitely be charming and charming.

The old man Yin and Yang snorted lightly, stopped, and said in a deep voice: "Huang Dashan of the Tiandao Sect is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but the man just glanced at him and died immediately. If this kind of cultivation is said to be in the God Transformation Stage, it will be a little small!"

The woman with yellow silk was immediately silent, her eyebrows tighter.

"Senior brother, why don't we send the disciples of the Teng family out. In this case, I believe that the demon cultivator will not come to me, Yan Hao Sect." The middle-aged man who had not spoken said in a deep voice at this time.

The old man Yin and Yang rubbed his eyebrows and shook his head and said, "Will you completely offend the Teng family? Teng Huayuan's cultivation is already wise. Although he and I are both in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage, if I actually take action, I will still know myself."

The hall was quiet. After a little, the old man Yin and Yang's eyes flashed, and he had made a decision in his heart. His voice was gloomy and he said slowly: "The old thief Park Nanzi has not appeared yet. There must be some problems here. Forget it, the veteran Tenghua is vengeful. If we hand over the Teng family today, once he is not dead in the future, we will have troubles. Junior brother, please inform us and open all the mountain protection formations. I personally preside over it. We will definitely stop the demon cultivator!"

The middle-aged man nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Senior Brother, what if it is the old thief of Teng...will die in the end?"

The old man Yin and Yang's eyes flashed and smiled gloomyly: "Junior brother, don't underestimate Park Nanzi. This person will definitely stop him. Even if he does not have enough cultivation, is the one in Tongtian Tower not having enough cultivation?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, but immediately a sudden look appeared in his eyes and he quickly said yes.

At this moment, in Yanhao Sect, a middle-aged man with a tired face walked out of a house while coughing rapidly. He was holding a pile of clothes in his hand, hunched over, and slowly walking out.

This person is only middle-aged, but his hair is already gray and he is a little staggering while walking. At this time, low bells echoed in the Yanhao Sect. The bells ring nine times, indicating that all disciples of Yanhao Sect need to gather in the hall square in half of the incense stick. If they are slower, they will be severely punished.

Hearing the bell, this person didn't pay much attention at first, but when the bell rang, he paused, raised his head, looked towards the distance hall, and showed a surprised expression on his face. This was the first time he had been in Yanhao Sect for many years, when he heard the bell ringing nine times.

He hesitated for a moment, and ran quickly towards the hall with the clothes in his hand, but his body was too weak. He had just run a few steps and was panting. When he finally arrived at the hall, almost all the disciples of Yanhao Sect were sitting cross-legged outside the hall.

There were countless disciples sitting in the entire square. In addition, even the surrounding courtyards were filled with disciples of Yanhao Sect.

Under every disciple, there is a faint circle of light

The middle-aged man quickly found a place with a halo in the corner and sat cross-legged. After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly heard exclamations from his fellow disciples around him. He quickly looked at him and saw that everyone looked up at the sky, so he couldn't help but raise his head. Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment.

I saw that in the air above Yan Hao Sect, a monster with an extremely ferocious appearance appeared at some point. This monster had a huge mouthpart, and there was a rope in the mouthpart, and at the end, it was tied with countless corpses.

Above the head of the monster, there was a person standing. The man had white hair moving with the wind. Although his appearance was ordinary, a strong sense of slaughter was spreading out.

The middle-aged man suddenly frowned when he saw this person. He felt that he had seen this person somewhere, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of it.

Wang Lin looked at the Yan Haozong Mountain Gate under his feet. He could feel that above Yan Haozong, there was a mountain protection formation that was several times stronger than the Tiandao Sect and Wufeng Valley. This mountain protection formation was extremely powerful. Unless the cultivation level really reached the God Transformation Stage, it would be difficult to break in a short period of time.

The key to this formation is that the spiritual power in the bodies of thousands of Yanhao Sect disciples here. As long as they sit within the aperture, they will automatically become the spiritual transmitters of this formation. In this way, breaking the formation is almost equivalent to fighting directly with these thousands of cultivators.

The disciples of the Teng family were in the hall. Obviously, the Yan Haozong was planning to fight to the end. Wang Lin calmly glanced at the ground and finally landed on an old man in the middle of the square, and said slowly: "If this formation is not opened, this place will be blood flowing like a river."

The old man was the Yin-Yang Old Man. After seeing Wang Lin, his eyebrows were tighter. When he heard the other party talking, he immediately said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, don't you know what's going on here?"

A sneer appeared on Wang Lin's lips, and red lightning gradually appeared in his eyes. Although this formation is strong, if the person who protects the formation dies, this formation will naturally be destroyed without attacking.

The extreme spiritual consciousness flashed instantly, turning into a red lightning bolt, and suddenly landed on the formation. The formation did not even shake for a moment, and the old man Yin and Yang was immediately stunned.

But then, a dozen disciples suddenly snorted in the hall, and left their seven orifices and fell to the ground and died. The moment they died, the aperture under their bodies suddenly lit up, but it immediately dimmed and disappeared.

"Can you open it?" Wang Lin said slowly with a cold voice.

The old man Yin and Yang sneered and said nothing.

Wang Lin's extreme realm consciousness moved again. This time, ten red lightning bolts fell on the formation. Suddenly, more than a hundred disciples in the formation spurted blood, their bodies twitched a few times, and they fell to the ground and died.

A sense of panic immediately spread among the remaining disciples.

"Can you open it?" Wang Lin glanced at the old man Yin and Yang calmly and said.

The old man Yin and Yang looked gloomy and sat cross-legged on the ground. His whole body of spiritual power flowed and integrated into the formation without saying a word. The three Nascent Soul monks beside him also gritted their teeth and sat cross-legged.

Suddenly, hundreds of extreme spiritual consciousnesses turned into red lightning, almost formed a string, and landed on the formation. At the same time, nearly a thousand people in the entire square, among all the disciples around, suddenly exploded and turned into a layer of blood mist. At this time, no one of the remaining disciples dared to continue sitting down. They all got up in horror regardless of the scolding of the elders of the master.

"Can you open it?" Wang Lin's voice came slowly like a death-hunting talisman.
To be continued...