Chapter 397 The Troll Clan

Wang Lin's soul emits golden light, which is the unique light of the magical power of using the magical power of the God-locking Art. The twelve purple gold souls are the twelve infant transformation cultivators who have been willing to sacrifice their souls before their death for countless years.

With these twelve babies transforming into souls, the power of this soul banner has already shocked the world.

In addition to these twelve infants transformed into souls, there are hundreds of souls transformed into spirits, and the souls of the Yuanying are countless.

With the prayer of the purple gold soul, all the souls in the soul banner calmed down. Then, a series of soul powers scattered out from all the souls, turning into black lights and instantly rushing out at an extremely fast speed, gathering in front of Wang Lin.

Black light flew endlessly from all directions. In the end, the twelve purple gold souls also turned into black lights and rushed into them, forming an illusory soul banner more than three meters high, and suddenly appeared in front of Wang Lin's soul.

Everything Wang Lin saw at this moment happened in the soul banner. The banner in front of him was the soul in the banner. If he controlled this object, he could truly control the tens of billions of soul banners.

Wang Lin's soul moved and reached out to hold the banner. Suddenly, he felt his body tremble, and his soul immediately returned to his body.

At the top of the Soul Refining Peak, Wang Lin opened his eyes and was empty in front of him, but he could clearly feel that there was a purple gold soul banner in the soul that was constantly being sacrificed and refined by the soul.

"Old ancestor of the Troll Clan, you are in danger of escape!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and without saying a word, his body moved and disappeared into the Soul Refining Sect.

After Wang Lin left, a sigh came from the blood ring that was retreating in the sky.

In the ancient teleportation array, Wang Lin's figure flashed and started teleportation and disappeared from the Kingdom of Vila.

Trolls.

The trolls are located in a large area. When the trolls migrated from outside the planet, they had an agreement with that generation of Suzaku and were given this land to reproduce.

In the trolls, there are twelve trolls heavens. The so-called trolls heavens are actually palaces. The trolls heavens look exactly the same, all of which are huge objects about a hundred feet tall.

Since the ancestor of the trolls lost his body two years ago and retakes his body, no one in the entire trolls has known where the ancestor is.

After all, the process of taking over the body was the weakest time for this person, so the place where the ancestors of the troll tribe were retreated was changed three times in the past two years.

On this day, Chi Hu sat in the third palace, with a jade slip in his hand. At this moment, he was pale and his eyes were a little confused.

"Zeng Niu killed Li Yuanfeng, the Snow Country. Based on my understanding of him, this person's next target must be the ancestor... If he really finds him, he must be very sure... What should I do..."

"Although the ancestor was wrong, he was the hope of my trolls after all. Everything he did was for the future of the trolls.

But Zeng Niu treats me as a friend...ah!"

Chihu shook his head bitterly, his eyes confused.

At this moment, Wang Lin appeared outside the boundary of the troll tribe. He did not rush to enter the troll tribe immediately, but slowly formed a formation in a hidden valley at the boundary with various formation materials in the storage bag.

The only function of this formation is positioning.

This is the method that Wang Lin thought of to deal with the troll ancestor's innate magical powers. Through this formation, even if he is teleported out by the opponent's innate magical powers, he will not be lost in the vast starry sky. He can position it at the moment he is teleported out.

This is like he tied a rope on his body. Even if he was teleported away, the rope would not be teleported too far, and he could sense the direction he came back from remotely.

This formation is a carved item in the jade slip given to him by the Soul Refining Sect’s Heaven-Ending Ancestor. Wang Lin studied it and added some of his own forbidden techniques to make this formation more exquisite.

It took him three months to completely put the formation and complete the structure. He also put a piece of fairy jade into it without hesitation as the energy to open it, and then he even arranged countless restrictions around to play a protective role.

After doing this, Wang Lin looked up at the trolls, his eyes flashed, and a wave of cold light appeared. His figure moved and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared, he was already in the center of the trolls.

With a sweep of spiritual consciousness, he immediately swept over half of the trolls.

"Old Trolls, get out!" Wang Lin heard a divine thought, which spread overwhelmingly. Almost in the blink of an eye, it was noticed by countless trolls.

Some of these tribesmen were meditating and some were fighting, but at this moment, they immediately stopped, their eyes were shocked, and they suddenly looked up at the place where Wang Lin was.

Chi Hu sighed inwardly, his figure moved and disappeared into the palace.

After Wang Lin heard his divine thoughts, his face was as usual, his eyes were calm, and he stood there.

Almost in the blink of an eye, countless glows flew from all directions in the sky, turning into trolls hundreds of feet away from Wang Lin. These people, including men and women, old and young, all of them were gloomy and stared at Wang Lin.

In addition to these in front of you, countless rays of light flew in the distance.

At this time, a white-haired old man from the troll race appeared from the void, and the troll race members around him immediately dispersed and gave way to the person.

"Who is the fellow Taoist?" The old man stood a hundred feet away from Wang Lin, frowned and shouted.

Wang Lin's eyes were like lightning, he glanced at the old man coldly, and said calmly: "Zeng Niu!"

As soon as these two words came out, there was silence all around, and almost all the trolls were filled with horror.

"Zeng Niu is the one who defeated the Red Butterfly!"

"Killing Li Yuanfeng caused the Snow Country to fall from level 5 to level 3, Zeng Niu, who sealed a country's god-turned-spirited monk!"

"The first person in the infant transformation period!"

"It's rumored that he has reached the infancy stage, otherwise it would be impossible for Li Yuanfeng to be killed!"

Even the old man who was speaking just now took a breath, stared at Zeng Niu, and said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Zeng Niu, I wonder what is going to find the ancestor of my clan?"

Wang Lin's eyes were cold and he vomited lightly: "Kill!"

The old man looked ugly, and he laughed furiously, pointed at Wang Lin, and said, "I heard that you are arrogant before. When I see you today, it's true. Zeng Niu, my trolls are not a snowy country. How can you kill them when you say you want? Today, I don't need the ancestor to come forward, and I will kill you now!" As he said, the ancestor slapped the storage bag, and a black token appeared. He held the token and shouted: "I have killed Zeng Niu in the name of the elder of the trolls, all the trolls, at all costs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the token suddenly turned into ashes, and an invisible ripple immediately spread at an extremely fast speed, spreading throughout the troll race in the blink of an eye.

Every tribe member felt the information in the ripple at this moment.

With the old man's order, hundreds of tribes surrounded by Wang Lin shouted, their bodies suddenly increased several times, and almost blinked, they turned into hundreds of giants several meters tall, with big hands wiping their eyebrows, and they immediately made handfuls of huge battle axes in their hands.

The momentum was already surging in an instant.

"Kill!" The old man roared, and immediately crackled sounds from his body. His whole person immediately turned into a ten-foot giant, holding a giant axe flashing purple light in his hand. His body moved and axe slashed at Wang Lin across the air.

"Kill!!!" The tribesmen around him roared and rushed forward. Their voices merged together, which was earth-shaking and rushing towards Wang Lin.

This is the behavior of the trolls. The trolls are very different from ordinary monks. For the trolls, as long as they are determined to be enemies and as long as the elders issue orders, there will never be people fighting alone, but attack them in groups.

He will not continue talking anymore. The word "kill" is the only word.

If an ordinary monk had not taken action yet, he would be scared by the union of the hundreds of giants in front of him. Even if his mind had not moved, he would be a little timid.

The sound was filled with murderous aura, like an ancient ferocious beast rushing towards him. However, this ancient ferocious beast was still worse than Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's murderous aura was extremely terrifying. He spent almost all his life in killing, especially the deity, even more so.

At this moment, the clone and the deity merged, and the murderous aura of the past naturally merged in. At this moment, a cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and the murderous aura immediately burst out from his body.

"Tell me where the Troll Ancestor is retreating, otherwise you will die!"

Wang Lin had no favoritism for the entire troll clan except Chi Hu. At this moment, when he swept his spiritual sense, he did not find the retreat of the troll clan ancestor, and felt impatient.

While speaking, Wang Lin didn't even look at the trolls who rushed forward. Instead, the soul-smelling artistic conception moved, and the sky of the entire trolls suddenly darkened.

A strange force immediately enveloped the heaven and earth, but the scroll of life and death suddenly appeared in the sky. At the same time, the phantom of the ancient god also appeared.

The ancient god in the sky held the scroll of life and death in both hands. At this moment, this scene was left in the whole world.

"Feng!" Wang Lin's eyes were cold and ruthless, and he said calmly.

Suddenly, countless gray gas immediately emerged from the scroll of the cycle of life and death, falling from the sky, as fast as lightning, and immediately penetrated into the bodies of the trolls who were rushing towards him.

The old man of the troll tribe changed his expression. He gritted his teeth and the impact was still unchanged. He came out of the sky with an axe. Wang Lin turned his head and glanced at the old man, and vomited lightly: "Get out!"

Within a word, the old man's body suddenly shook, his soul was unstable. He shouted loudly, and he didn't know what magical power he had used, but in a flash, he returned to normal and slashed with an axe.

Wang Lin let out a light exclamation, clenched his fist with his right hand, and quickly hit him in the air.

"Bang"

The old man of the troll tribe squirted blood and was immediately shocked several feet away. He fell on a tribe member. The tribe member immediately spitted out a mouthful of blood. The two of them retreated dozens of feet away at the same time, and then stopped.

At this moment, two rays of gray gas came after them and merged into the two of them.

"Zeng Niu, stop!!" At this time, a sad voice came from a distance.

Wang Lin looked up and saw the coldness on his face melting a little.
Chapter completed!