In this way, their speed naturally accelerated a lot.

While flying, Wang Lin adjusted his spiritual consciousness in his body. After this series of battles, the extreme spiritual consciousness was slightly damaged. The red lightning was deeply integrated into the sea of ​​consciousness and was slowly nourished.

At noon the next day, the Douxie Sect's priest was at a glance, and Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness had recovered as before. Looking up, there was a huge mountain in front of him. The top of the mountain was made into a dragon shape by someone using magic. At first glance, the entire mountain seemed to be like a giant dragon hovering on it. On the dragon's head, there was a person standing. This person was white-haired, frosty, and cold in his eyes. He looked at Wang Lin in the air.

In the air above the dragon head, ten cultivators of the Killing Physical Stage formed a sword formation. After seeing Wang Lin, they all looked complicated, with fear and fear in it. Ten people formed a circle, and ten flying swords in the middle intertwined each other, making waves of collision sounds, and vague lightning and sparks flashed in it.

The dragon-headed man stretched out his hand and waved his hand, and two faint lights immediately appeared in the dragon's eyes. The spiritual power came from the dragon's body, especially the dragon's scales. Looking closely, you can see that there was a monk standing on each dragon scale. In this way, thousands of sword lights flashed at the same time. From a distance, the dragon was crystal clear and as if it was alive!

"Dragon Fighting Array!" Shangguan Mo looked at it for a moment and pondered.

Mu Bei quickly explained: "This Doulong Formation is a Douxie Sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect. Rumors cannot be broken unless it is a Nascent Soul cultivator. However, this sect is mostly fake. Few people believe that the entire Douxie Sect has such a powerful formation. After all, no sect in Nandou City has such a powerful formation."

Wang Lin was a little proficient in formations. After seeing a little, Li Muwan next to him suddenly said: "This is not a formation, but a wonderful magic that condenses all the spirits of ten thousand people on the Longtou man, which can temporarily have a certain level of cultivation."

At this time, the dragon head man looked like lightning and his voice roared: "My fellow Taoist who was killed in the body, I am Jie Donglai, and the chief sect of Douxie Sect, and the chief sect of Douxie Sect, all of which are here. The great elder Qian Kun provokes you, and then kill him. Today, if you can break the sword formation of my elders, then the Douxie Sect will obey your orders from now on, but if you are defeated, don't blame me for taking down the cultivation pill. Do you dare to fight!"

The sound was huge, like thunder falling to the ground, shaking four times. At the same time, thousands of people on the dragon scales shouted in unison, and the thick fog in the sky turned into ripples under this snatch, rolling and dispersing layer by layer. The thousands of sword lights sparkled, and the spiritual power was quickly transmitted from the disciples at the bottom. Gradually, a spiritual power aura visible to the naked eye was visible from bottom to top. The more condensed towards the dragon head, the greater the spiritual power aura and the stronger the spiritual power pressure.

At the same time, ten monks of Killing Dan in the air quickly flew towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin let go of Li Muwan, jumped out, and red lightning flashed in his eyes. Before the ten elixirs were approaching, they trembled and stopped in place and dared not move forward. These ten people recently knew the strength of the other party through various channels. At this time, they could not help but pause when they saw the other party rushing.

Wang Lin glanced at them, swung his right hand, and the thousands of corpses behind him were pulled by dragon tendons, and they hit the dragon hard.

Thousands of corpses hit the dragon's body with a bang, but they were all blocked by a layer of light curtain that suddenly appeared, turning into blood mist. Suddenly, the entire defensive light curtain on the outer edge of Douxie Sect was dyed dark red.

The huge halo was transmitted from the dragon body to the man who was headlong. An unconcealed breath spread out from the old man's body. His clothes shattered in the sound of tearing and pulling, and his body suddenly swelled several times.

The huge spiritual power spread out from his body like a terrifying wave. The old man roared a few times, and his cultivation level rose straight, from the peak of the middle stage of the Killing Pill to the late stage, and finally broke through, reaching a phantom infant realm that was between the early stage of the Nascent Soul but did not have Nascent Soul.

This fantasy baby realm usually only appears on some human-shaped puppets refined by the superior cultivation country.

Jie Donglai roared lowly, his body soared into the air, his eyes were cold, he looked at the monks of Killing Dan, and shouted: "Useless waste, get out of me!"

Ten cultivators in the Kalpa stage all looked angrily on their faces, quickly retreated aside and watched coldly.

Jie Donglai glanced at Wang Lin and smiled grinned: "Along the way, all the rumors about you are in my control. It seems that no one is your opponent under the Nascent Soul, but now, I already have the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage. This time, I see how you defeat me!"

Li Muwan looked pale and looked at Wang Lin with concern. When she found that there was a slight sarcastic look in Wang Lin's eyes flashing, she felt relaxed for some reason.

The two brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei complained secretly at this time. They originally thought that Wang Lin should win steadily, but now they see that the situation is reversed. Once Wang Lin is defeated, what will await them will be the anger of the head Jie Donglai. You must know that for the traitors, the Fighting Evil Sect has a cruel system.

Shangguan Mo's soul blood is in Wang Lin's hands. Once Wang Lin dies, he has to be buried with him. At this time, he is beating the drum in his heart and thinking about how to break the formation.

Wang Lin sneered in his heart, jumped out, stood thirty feet away from Jie Donglai, and looked at the other party coldly.

"Aren't you good at killing the spell? Let me see the power of your killing the spell!" Jie Donglai's body disappeared instantly, and when he appeared, he was already thirty feet away.

The moment the other party disappeared, Wang Lin floated back and retreated fifty feet away from the dragon. Jie Donglai teleported again. Wang Lin retreated again, finally stood seventy feet away, looking at Jie Donglai coldly, showing a thoughtful look.

Jie Donglai frowned slightly, stared at Wang Lin, and sneered: "What do you mean?"

Wang Lin's eyes were even more thoughtful. His eyes flashed and he said calmly, "I won't beat you." As he said that, he flew to Li Muwan and hugged her soft waist with one hand. His body immediately retreated to a mountain a hundred feet away. After falling, his eyes flashed, staring at Jie Donglai, and sneered.

Jie Donglai's brows became tighter and tighter, and he said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, then this matter..." Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot. When it appeared, it was already in front of Wang Lin. He grinned and opened his mouth and squirted out a white light. The white light turned into a tiger and rushed towards Wang Lin roaring.

At the same time, he waved his right hand, and within three feet of Wang Lin, a large net of electric light fluctuations immediately appeared, shrinking towards the middle.

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The moment the tiger pounced on him, the demon on the dragon tendon immediately jumped out, and he smiled and swallowed the tiger into his mouth.

At the same time, the crystal light flying sword flashed out, and the power grid within three meters around made a crackling sound. The flying sword flashed and attacked several times in a row, and the power grid was immediately shattered.

As for Jie Donglai, a ball of ice flame suddenly appeared on Wang Lin's right hand, emitting a burst of cold air. At the moment the ice flame appeared, Jie Donglai's face changed drastically and he immediately stepped back, but then he saw a red light flash in Wang Lin's eyes, and his spiritual consciousness immediately vibrated.

The spiritual sense shocked, causing his body to pause slightly. As a result, the ice flames hit his chest silently. Wherever it hit, the blue crystal light quickly spread around like a spider web. Blood emerged from the corner of Jie Donglai's mouth, and his body quickly retreated until the dragon head was thirty feet away, and then he stopped.

He pinched his hands and pointed his chest a few times, and took several pills from his mouth. After a few growls, the blue spider-web-shaped crystal light that spread half of his body slowly retreated back to the center point, and was forced out of his chest with a bang.

The ice flames flashed, the color was much dim and flew back to Wang Lin's hand.

From beginning to end, Wang Lin did not take the initiative to take action, but just stood a hundred feet away, sneering, and a sarcastic look flashed in his eyes.

Jie Donglai patted his hand on his chest, stopped, stared at Wang Lin, and after a little silence, he suddenly said, "How did you find out?"

Wang Lin said calmly: "I found nothing, I just knew that your breath is different from thirty zhang and fifty zhang. As for 100 zhang, it is on the verge of falling from the Nascent Soul stage."

Li Muwan was originally smart in Bingxue, and immediately understood and whispered: "It's fake that he was injured."

"As for being injured by Bingyan, although it is true, when he returned to thirty feet, he was already healed by the dragon's spiritual energy. Such artificiality was just to lead me over and fight him within thirty feet." Wang Lin said so many words to Li Muwan for the first time, but although he said this to her, Wang Lin's eyes were always on Jie Donglai.

The moment he saw the dragon just now, he was quite shocked and thought that if there were such a magic, wouldn’t it be that he would be arrogant? As long as there were enough spiritual power providers, it would not be impossible to achieve the level of transformation of the gods. If this were true, wouldn’t the Dou Xie Sect have long entered Nandou City and become the first person within a radius of one million miles?

Therefore, this spell must have a fatal flaw. The time is short, which is the first thing that everyone will think of. Since this is the case, the other party must have some grasp, and at least know where the limit of time is. According to the calculation of time, this shortcoming can be made up for indirectly.

If there was only this one shortcoming, the power of this magic was still extremely strong. Wang Lin observed carefully, especially when he heard that the other party repeatedly asked him to go forward to fight, instead of coming immediately after meeting, he calculated briefly that the place where he stood was nearly ninety feet away from the other party.

With doubts in his heart, Wang Lin rushed out and stood thirty feet away to observe. After that, fifty feet, seventy feet, and the final one hundred feet, he analyzed the fatal flaws of the spell.

The further you leave the dragon head, the lower the opponent's cultivation will be.
Chapter completed!