Chapter 432 Ancestral Talisman Skull

The Six-Leaf Art Curse Master Wang Lin secretly followed him immediately turned into a human form after he came here and landed aside. Wang Lin disappeared at the moment the other party transformed.

With his cultivation level, it is absolutely impossible for everyone here to discover. Only the Eight-Leaf Art Curse Master who was sitting cross-legged on the reincarnation tree was qualified to discover Wang Lin.

Wang Lin could see at a glance that the Eight Leaf Art Curse Master was seriously injured and extremely weak.

At this moment, the six-leaf magic spell masters around the reincarnation tree sat cross-legged, and bursts of complex and unexplained spells came from their mouths. At the same time, runes surged on their bodies and finally escaped and floated in the air.

At this moment, the monks behind these magic spell masters walked towards the Reincarnation Tree with blank eyes and sat cross-legged under the Reincarnation Tree. The place was densely packed, with about hundreds of monks.

These monks Wang Lin had long seen that their cultivation level was the same, and they were all in the elixir stage.

At this moment, as soon as the hundreds of monks sat down, the Six-Leaf Art Curse Masters immediately shouted loudly. The sound was filled with strangeness. With their loud shouts, the runes floating around immediately rushed towards the reincarnation tree frantically.

In a blink of an eye, these runes merged into the reincarnation tree and disappeared, but immediately, the reincarnation tree suddenly shook, and soft branches grew rapidly from the trunk. They were like long snakes, spreading around in the flying manner, immediately wrapping up monks.

Almost in the blink of an eye, all the monks under the Reincarnation Tree were tied up by these countless branches and pulled them into the air.

This scene seemed extremely strange to Wang Lin. Countless branches extended from the reincarnation tree more than three feet high, each of which was tied to a monk. As the branches swayed and squirmed, the reincarnation tree seemed to be alive at this moment.

"He is healing!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed.

Several runes appeared on the reincarnation tree. In a flash, all the monks tied by branches immediately shook their bodies, and the flesh and blood essence of their bodies shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the spiritual power in these monks' bodies was like wild horses that broke free from reincarnation, rushing out of their bodies uncontrollably and merged into the reincarnation tree along the branches.

After the flesh and blood essence and spiritual power were absorbed by the Reincarnation Tree, it was transformed into a strange force that could restore the Eight-Leaf Artist Curse Master's injury in a strange way, and quickly followed the Eight-Leaf Artist Curse Master's body.

The wound on this person's chest was slowly closed, and the breath on his body gradually recovered.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and his body suddenly moved, turning into an illusory shadow. In a flash, the surrounding Six-Leaf Artist Spell Master appeared on the reincarnation tree, beside the Eight-Leaf Artist Spell Master.

His speed was as fast as lightning. As soon as he appeared, his right hand immediately raised and slapped at the aperture that wrapped the old man in Baye.

Wang Lin's right hand flashed with a milky white light, which was the manifestation of the immortal power.

If you don’t take action, you will be fine. If you take action, you will be merciless and kill the enemy in one fell swoop!

The old man in the aperture suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of horror appeared in his eyes.

Wang Lin's palm slapped the aperture, and a shocking roar immediately spread throughout the fourth floor. The powerful impact force immediately caused layers of air waves. The six-leaf art spell masters under the reincarnation tree were immediately blown hundreds of feet away, spewing out blood one by one. The runes in their bodies were unstable and could not recover in a short period of time. If they were not careful, they would die.

"Infant Transformation Monk!!!" One of the Six-Leaf Art Curse Masters said in a frantically screaming after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as this was said, the other Six-Leaf Art Curse Masters trembled and they got up and ran away without saying a word.

If Wang Lin had not reached the infancy stage, he could not use any magic weapon to exert such amazing power. This palm was almost equivalent to the punch of the three-star ancient god.

Because this palm contains immortal power!

The reason why cultivators in the Infant Transformation Stage are powerful and can enjoy honor on any cultivation star is precisely because of the existence of immortal power.

The old man with eight leaves suddenly collapsed. The old man's body trembled and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The runes of vicissitudes above his head immediately flashed and appeared beside him, blocking the whistling immortal power.

A vast force came from the rune, and Wang Lin's palm couldn't help but ease a little.

At this slowdown, the old man from Eight Leaf immediately roared, and his body suddenly retracted, and he quickly fled like a meteor.

"You can't escape!"

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he pressed his palm down and slapped the reincarnation tree.

The fierce immortal power rushed out frantically and drilled into the reincarnation tree, but a crackling sound came from the reincarnation tree. Then the tree suddenly burst and collapsed, turning into pieces of broken wood.

The branches that extended from their trunks immediately broke one after another, and the bodies of hundreds of monks immediately fell from mid-air.

The moment they landed, their eyes suddenly became clear and the confused look was swept away.

"Leave here!" Wang Lin hurriedly left a sentence, and his body moved as fast as lightning, rushing out to chase the escaped old man. At the same time, he slapped the storage bag, and the huge body of the mosquito beast immediately appeared in the air. It had been with Wang Lin for many years, and his intelligence had already been opened. Without Wang Lin's instructions, he knew what his master meant.

After appearing, the mosquito beast immediately roared and turned into a black lightning bolt, rushing towards one of the escaped Liuye Sword Masters. With a huge mouthpiece stabbed, it stabbed directly from the head of the Sixye Sword Masters. After sucking, the man screamed and his body immediately shrank rapidly, eventually turning into skin and bones, completely dead.

Kill one, the mosquito beast immediately threw the mummy in its mouth without hesitation and rushed towards the next one.

With its speed, no matter how fast these six-leaf magic spell masters run, they will not be faster than it.

One of the Jiedan monks who survived the disaster all around him, immediately recognized Wang Lin's identity after seeing Wang Lin and said in surprise: "Start Master!!"

Before leaving, Wang Lin looked back at the person who called him the first master. This person was a little unfamiliar. He didn't ask in detail. In a flash, he chased the old man who escaped.

All this is a long story, but it actually happens in a very fast time.

Wang Lin's figure was like thunder, whistling out. In the distance ahead of him, the old man eight-leaf looked pale and gritted his teeth to escape.

He was originally the Eight-Leaf Art Curse Master next to the Fifth Ancestor. Even in the Immortal Relics clan, he still occupies the position of elders and enjoys great power. This time, the Immortal Relics clan is coming to life, and countless monks died at his hands.

A month ago, he was injured by a monk in the late stage of the Infant Transformation of the Suzaku Kingdom and almost died. He was eventually sent back to the place to heal the wounds with the Reincarnation Tree. However, he did not expect that an Infant Transformation monk appeared at the time of healing.

"As long as I escape to the eleventh floor, I will be saved. The Third Ancestor was seriously injured by the Vermilion Bird while guarding the Ancestor Spirit Tree. I was healing there. If I could escape there, the Third Ancestor would definitely save me." The old man from Baye gritted his teeth and galloped towards the entrance to the fifth floor.

Wang Lin chased him closely behind him. His eyes flashed with cold light. He slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and the fairy sword was in his hand. He held the fairy sword. Wang Lin took a deep breath, and the immortal power surged in his body and merged into the fairy sword.

"Die!" Wang Lin vomited lightly, raised his right hand, and the fairy sword in his hand emitted dazzling white light. After a slash, it seemed to open up the world. The entire fourth-level earth suddenly shook, and the sword light of the fairy sword turned into a huge light and shadow, and instantly roared away.

The old man Baye's expression changed drastically. Before he turned around, he had already noticed the powerful aura behind him that made his scalp numb. If he was not seriously injured, he would have a way to resist, but at this moment he was already at the end of his strength, and his body was exhausted and his lamp was dry.

The old man roared bitterly, turned around suddenly, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes. At the moment when the sword light containing the immortal power roared, he slapped his forehead and shouted: "Ancestral Talisman!"

When he was healing, the rune floating on his forehead that blocked Wang Lin's palm containing the immortal power suddenly appeared in front of him. This rune was extremely complex and emitted a vicissitudes of vicissitudes.

Wang Lin's eyes were cold and stopped a hundred feet away. The moment his body stopped, the sword light and the rune bombarded together.

"Bang"

A loud bang caused a wave of air more than three feet high, sweeping around, scraping the earth three feet away.

Several cracks came from the ancestral talisman, shattering, and the old man behind it also had dim eyes and his breath disappeared rapidly.

A large amount of blood was spewed out of the wound on the old man's chest. Although his eyes were unsightly, there was a strong viciousness. He stared at Wang Lin and said, "Who are you!"

"Who am I, I won't tell you!" Wang Lin flashed and appeared beside the old man. He made a gesture with his right hand and made a mark to blend into the man's body. Then he pushed the fairy sword in his hand. The old man's head immediately broke away from his body and was grabbed by Wang Lin.

The old man's body fell to the ground with a bang.

Wang Lin's right hand ate the person in this head and eyebrows. After a while, he frowned and said to himself, "Don't have souls?"

The moment he cut off the other person's head, he had already used the secret technique of the Soul Refining Sect, which could ensure that the soul would condense into the head and not dissipate after this person's death.

He pondered for a while, looked at the head, waved his right hand, and a ball of faint fire immediately wrapped around his head. A squeak suddenly came, and the old man's head was immediately refined.

However, this person's skull was under the dark fire, without any trace of melting. On the skull, it seemed to be branded, with a broken black symbol engraved.

This symbol is exactly the same as the ancestral talisman released by the old man just now.

After pondering for a while, Wang Lin put the head into the storage bag, moved his body and galloped towards the distance.

While he flew, there were sounds of breaking through the air in the distance. The body of the mosquito beast flashed. Its huge mouthparts were now covered with blood, and its eyes showed a look of pleasure.
Chapter completed!