No one knows Wang Lin’s heart of Taoism except himself.

Wang Lin felt gloomy about the appearance of Liu Mei. The Vermilion Bird Kingdom seemed to be a giant, shrouded on the Vermilion Bird Star. Anyone, no matter where he was, could feel the pressure from the Vermilion Bird Kingdom.

The higher his cultivation level, the greater the feeling. Although the vocation of the Zhuque Kingdom was short-lived, the invisible sense of crisis was still fresh in Wang Lin.

Whether in the mute immortal cultivation house, or in the battle with Hongdie, Wang Lin always felt so overwhelmed.

This feeling is like a dark curtain that covers the sky. Unless it has a sharp sword to break the dark curtain and tear it apart, it cannot resist it.

The Kingdom of Vermilion Bird, the overlord of Vermilion Bird Star!

However, in Wang Lin's view, although the Zhuque Kingdom is the overlord, its country is covered with a mass of death. This death energy is not an ordinary meaning of life and death, but an understanding, an understanding that has lost its change and vitality.

"This Zhuque Kingdom is probably at the end..." Wang Lin looked up and looked into the distance, where the Zhuque Kingdom was located.

Two days later, the Soul Refining Sect Competition began. Tens of thousands of peripheral disciples set up hundreds of battle fields, and there were several confrontations every day. Among these peripheral disciples, there were casual cultivators and people from the cultivation family. The purpose of their visit to the Soul Refining Sect was to this day.

There is only one rule for the Soul Refining Sect to compete with the disciples on the periphery. As long as you can win, the loser will not matter whether he lives or dies. The winner will kill him. As long as he has the ability, he will not interfere at all even if he kills everyone.

Even among the disciples around him, there is a rumor that the more participants kill, the greater the confidence that they will be selected. If there is a strong man who can kill all the way and there is no one who fights, then his confidence in entering the inner sect will reach an incredible level.

This rumor will be circulated every time. In fact, many years ago, a killing star appeared among the disciples of the periphery, and they fought to the final decisive battle. Although they failed, they were also included in the inner sect.

That exceptional income immediately made the rumor spread rapidly as if it had grown wings.

In each competition, no more than half of the tens of thousands of peripheral disciples can survive! There is no exception! The remaining members of the competition need to pay more spirit stones to protect their identity as peripheral disciples, and strive for the next competition and enter the inner sect.

Over the past countless years, no one can count the number of peripheral disciples who died in the Great Competition. No one knows how many souls on the Soul-State Soul Banner in the Soul Refining Sect have increased...

The entire Soul Refining Sect is growing in this cruel way.

Every day, a large number of peripheral disciples die, hundreds of battle fields are almost bleeding. Wang Lin has been observing these days. Every time one dies, his soul will be absorbed by the battlefield platform and disappear.

This day was the day when Wang Lin was on the court. He quietly floated up and landed on the left side of the platform. A monk in a black robe was an inner disciple who was in charge of the scene. He glanced at Wang Lin coldly and was shocked. In his opinion, this person's cultivation is comparable to his own. Among the peripheral disciples, it is rare to see people with such cultivation. He said, "8972, fight!"

A low shout came from the disciples around him. Then, a short and fat man jumped out, like a huge meat ball falling on the platform. He didn't say anything at all. After he appeared, he immediately pinched his hands and balls of fireballs immediately appeared in front of him, like rain of fire, and smashed towards Wang Lin under his finger.

"Later stage of foundation building..." Wang Lin shook his head. This time, in order to enter the inner gate, he fixed his cultivation in the middle stage of the Pill Cultivation. At this moment, he waved his right hand and his body had already jumped off the platform.

The moment he left, the short and fat monk trembled all over, and the fireballs all over the sky disappeared. His head tilted and he fell to the ground and fainted.

Wang Lin did not kill anyone, but it was embarrassing to kill a junior in foundation-building.

As time passed, a large number of peripheral disciples died. Seven days later, tens of thousands of disciples, except for one hundred, entering the next round, had already died 50% of them.

All the rest were given up early, or both sides were injured, so they did not die.

During these seven days, there were four disciples outside, which attracted the attention of the Soul Refining Sect.

One of the four was an old man with gray hair. He had the cultivation level of the late stage of the Killing Pill. Along the way, all the people he met were killed by him with the same spell. This spell looked like some kind of magical power. Just a little bit from the air and the word "death" was sniffed, and the other party died immediately.

The moment Wang Lin saw this magic, he immediately thought of the extreme realm in his mind! He was stunned, but after he looked carefully, he found that although this magical power was similar to the extreme realm, it was completely different.

"Death spell?" Wang Lin pondered and guessed the name of the spell.

When he was in the sea of ​​demon cultivation, his extreme realm was mistaken for this magic. It was only then that Wang Lin learned about some of the things about the death spell.

This death spell is extremely difficult to practice. Wang Lin has been practicing Taoism for 500 years. This is the first time he has seen someone use it.

The other person is a short and extremely thin boy. Although this boy's cultivation level is only in the early stage of forming pills, he has a sense of a beast like a beast. For any spell, he can always feel the fluctuations of spiritual power in advance and make countermeasures before the other party uses it.

If you face high-level monks, this intuition may be of no use, but for the same level, it is like a secret of heaven and is invincible.

With Wang Lin's concentration, when he saw the boy, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of love for talent and had the idea of ​​accepting disciples, but he was finally given up.

The third person, Wang Lin, was familiar with him. This person was the rash man in the 743 cave palace. This person had a magic weapon. This magic weapon was a piece of talisman paper. After using it, he killed countless people along the way. Anyone who fought against him was killed.

As for the last one, Wang Lin himself, who, indifferently, would have any disciple he met along the way, causing the other party to fall into a coma with a wave of his mind. In this way, it would naturally attract others' attention.

However, this is exactly what Wang Lin did deliberately. Only when the other party pays attention, he will eventually be qualified to enter the inner door, so that people will not be surprised.

As for Liu Mei, Wang Lin believed that he would have a purpose to contact him. Even if he did not appear in the competition, he would definitely have a way to enter the inner door.

Time flies, and another seven days have passed. These hundred selected disciples were again cruelly eliminated, and in the end, only four people were left.

Coincidentally, the remaining four people were the four people who were noticed by the Soul Refining Sect.

On this day, when Wang Lin was on the stage, he stood on the platform and looked at the monk walking onto the stage, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The person who came to power was not someone else, but the reckless man from the 743 cave.

The person who presided over this competition was a early-stage Nascent Soul Refining Sect cultivator. This person is already middle-aged, with gray temples. His eyes swept away and said coldly: "Let's start."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rash man immediately smiled bitterly, sighed in his heart, and hurriedly said, "I admit defeat!"

The Nascent Soul monk was stunned, looked at the rash man and said, "Did you admit defeat?"

The rash man nodded quickly and said, "I admit defeat." As he said that, he took a few steps quickly, got off the platform, and his heart was beating wildly. He thought to himself that there was still a boy's restriction in his body, and he had to admit defeat, otherwise the other party would be in trouble without taking action.

After leaving the stage, he immediately looked at Wang Lin with a pleasing look.

Wang Lin smiled silently, shook his head slightly, and walked off the platform. The Nascent Soul monk glanced at Wang Lin deeply, without saying anything, and continued to preside over the next show.

The old man who mastered the death spell and the young man with terrible intuition, the battle between them was very fast.

The young man could not resist the power of the death spell. Finally, when he was about to die, he was surrounded by a light of spiritual light suddenly flew out of the Soul Refining Sect and rescued him.

At this point, there were only two people left in this outer disciple competition, Wang Lin, and the old man named Sima.

The battle between the two began the next day.

On the platform, Sima's eyes were too long. He practiced the death curse for many years, in order to achieve the final victory and become an inner disciple of the Soul Refining Sect. He believed that he would have a day to become a baby.

Moreover, the soul banner technique of the Soul Refining Sect has a blend of the death spell he practiced. According to the master, practicing at the same time will reach an incredible level, which is only a little short of the extreme state that has been lost in the legend for countless years!

Thinking of Master, Sima showed a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. Master was extremely powerful in his eyes. After Master said the word "death", he would immediately collapse. Even a monk who transformed the gods would rarely escape.

In his opinion, Master’s cultivation is definitely qualified to challenge the infant to become an old monster.

"The death spell technique is unstoppable unless the other party's cultivation is far superior to you. I think that after years of research, this death spell technique is a magical power created by ancient monks who imitated the extreme realm after they had not yet achieved the ultimate realm. If they could practice to the extreme, they might get a trace of the extreme realm power."

Master's words were always surrounded by his ears, Sima's eyes were firm, looking at the last enemy of this battle.

He didn't take the young man named Aoki in front of him at all. His eyes were shining with murderous intent, and he pointed his right hand and shouted softly: "Die!"
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