"Enter!" Wang Lin said in a deep voice.

Without any sound, the door was pushed open, and a servant wearing a blue cloth jacket walked in.

He had a tray in his hand, with some fruit on it. After entering the room, he didn't even look at Wang Lin, put the tray on the table, turned around and walked out.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Lin said.

The servant stopped, turned around, and looked at Wang Lin.

Although the room was dark, Wang Lin's eyes could clearly see the appearance of the servant as long as he thought. This man was not very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a fair face and beautiful eyes.

Before Wang Lin could ask, the servant opened his mouth and pointed. There was only half of his tongue in his mouth.

Wang Lin was stunned and didn't say anything.

The servant smiled kindly at Wang Lin, turned around and left, and gently closed the door.

For some reason, Wang Lin had a gloomy feeling about the Immortal Palace here.

Looking at the fruit on the tray, Wang Lin was silent, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate. His right hand was always placed on the storage bag in case of crisis at any time and had enough time to resist.

Time gradually passed, and in a blink of an eye, three days passed. In these three days, Wang Lin did not see anyone except the servant. In the early morning of the next day, he went out for a walk, and all the servants he saw along the way were half of his tongue and could not speak.

In addition, there are powerful bans in many locations here, and these bans cannot be cracked in a short time.

There is a hint of weirdness here.

After pondering for a while, Wang Lin simply stopped exploring again. Instead, he kept meditating in the room with the unchanging and changing circumstances, so that he could reach his peak state and welcome the battle with the Red Butterfly.

After spending ten days without distraction, Wang Lin was meditating and suddenly seemed to have some investigation. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair in the room, picking up a teapot, pouring a cup, putting it down, and looking at Wang Lin.

This man is handsome, with no beard on his face, but a little bit green, his eyes are bright, and there seems to be clouds and smoke shaking inside. He is sitting there without saying anything, but it represents majesty.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and there was no accident that the person in front of him could easily enter the room without being investigated by himself. There were many people in Zhuque's country, and Wang Lin was not easily shocked.

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea, gently tweaked his right index finger on the table, without saying a word.

Wang Lin was also silent and didn't say anything.

The room was silent. This tranquility was a bit terrifying. An invisible pressure slowly came in the room with the light touch of the middle-aged man's right finger.

If Wang Lin had not transformed into a god, under this pressure, he would definitely not be able to withstand it first. Even when he entered the fairy world, he would be unbearable in his early stage of transformation.

But now, Wang Lin is very calm.

After a long time, the middle-aged man stood up, without looking at Wang Lin, turned around and walked out of the room. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

After he left, Wang Lin stood up and came to the table. He saw that there was a pool of tea scattering, revealing the two words inside it.

"Lost, die."

Wang Lin was silent, and his right hand touched the table, and the water mark disappeared.

He looked at the darkness outside the window and his eyes flashed.

The middle-aged man just now must have the cultivation level of the infant transformation stage, and I am afraid that he is Bai Xue’s master.

The two words left by this person have already shown that if he loses in a battle with Hongdie, he will have no way to die!

Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat aside, closed his eyes and meditated.

A few days later, the day of the war comes.

The huge altar of the Vermillion Bird Kingdom was extremely lively, and the envoys from various cultivation countries came here were waiting for this war.

The Vermillion Bird Kingdom had announced that it would go out ten years ago when the battle between Wang Lin and Hongdie was fought ten years ago. This battle attracted the attention of most monks.

Although the two fighting were only in the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage, their identities were very different.

Red Butterfly, the proud daughter of the Snow Country, is also the most talented person in the country. Within a hundred years, he is known as one of the most likely candidates to reach the top stage.

Zeng Niu was originally unknown and unknown, but he could obtain the immortal cauldron and enter the fairy world. He also had a hand in the red butterfly, and had a reputation in one move.

If this is the case, it would not attract attention. However, when Zeng Niu entered the fairy world, he only had the cultivation level of the early stage of the God Transformation, and could still cut off the opponent's arm in the early stage of the God Transformation against the late stage. In this way, he naturally became a legend.

Now, the two of them fought again and immediately attracted the attention of all parties.

On the altar, the red butterfly stood quietly on the right side. She was wearing a light green blue water palace outfit, with a dark purple fine pattern embroidered on the cuffs of the skirt, which was simple and simple. The black hair was like a waterfall, and she was gently tied up with a water-colored ribbon, and there was no other decoration on her body. It was fresh and refined but unconcealed with a fragrant and tender face.

But the breeze hit, and the swaying sleeves behind the sky made the red butterfly like the human in the painting, slightly flawed.

The beauty of the Red Butterfly is like her talent, reveals arrogance and a hint of ruthlessness.

In the air outside the altar, there were ring-shaped white patterns, and there were many bamboo chairs on it, and several people were already sitting on it. Among them were boyfriends and girls, old and young, all of whom were envoys from various cultivation countries.

From a distance, these people are almost the same even if there are less than a hundred.

Although there are hundreds of people, there is no noise.

These people sat on the outer halo, and there were only four bamboo chairs on the inner halo. At this moment, there were four people sitting on the bamboo chair.

All four of them are gray-haired old men.

At this time, a crane flew slowly over from a distance, and a young man in white stood on it. He was tall and his hair was tied up with a purple ribbon. Although his appearance was ordinary, he had an unspeakable temperament.

Beside him, there was a woman in purple. Her appearance was no less than that of the red butterfly.

The crane flew and hissed on the altar. The young man in white jumped down and landed on the altar.

He is Wang Lin.

Hongdie looked down at the Kong Sleeve on her right arm. When she looked up, her eyes flashed with cold light and a deep hatred hidden. As the proud daughter of heaven, she had never lost among her peers before she met Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was the first person to defeat her and cut her arms. If Wang Lin defeated her openly, she would not be so strong even though she hated her.

But back then, Wang Lin took action when she was the weakest. Not only that, she also wanted to ruin her heart. Over the years, her cultivation has not improved, and all this is attributed to Wang Lin.

Only by killing him can you recover your heart of Tao.

Wang Lin looked as usual, and his eyes stood calmly on the altar and looked at the Red Butterfly.

A white-haired old man on the four bamboo chairs in the inner ring glanced at Wang Lin and Hongdie coldly, and said, "I am the husband of Zhuque Mountain, Sun Po, the ruling of your two fights."

He pinched his fingers with his right hand, and a little bit in the void. Suddenly, a light gate appeared on the altar between Wang Lin and the red butterfly.

"Get in, there is your battlefield!" After the old man said, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Without saying a word, Hongdie sent her body and walked into the light gate and disappeared.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, he looked at the door carefully, and walked in.

After both of them entered, the light gate immediately became larger, covering the entire altar, and a desolate place in the deep mountains was revealed. Outside, through the light gate, you can clearly see all the scenes inside it.

After Wang Lin entered the light gate, he immediately realized that the light gate should be a teleportation array. When it appeared, what appeared in front of him was a desolate deep mountain.

It was quiet all around, the sky was dim and dull, and an irritating breath enveloped the sky.

Huge ancient trees grew staggered around. Ten feet away, there was also a red-patterned python as thick as a bucket. It was squirming, hanging its head from the tree branch, spitting its core, and looking at Wang Lin with cold eyes.

"Zeng Niu!" A delicate shout came from the sky!

Wang Lin moved, got up and flew into the air, and saw a red light rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed. Before the person arrived, a cold air suddenly spread.

These cold air turned into thumb-sized particles, quickly forming, and immediately condensed ten feet away from Wang Lin, turning into a huge ice sculpture giant.

The giant is more than ten feet tall and has no expression on his face, but his huge fist swung and punched Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed and his body retreated.

Above the giant's head, a red light flashed, and a red butterfly appeared. A cold light appeared in her eyes. She stared at Wang Lin, and spit out her mouth. A bright light suddenly flew out and turned into an ice rose and fell in front of the red butterfly.

She made up her mind to never fight Zeng Niu Lian, but instead cut the mess quickly and kill the man as fast as possible.

As the ice giant punched out, the red butterfly gently picked a rose petal with its left hand and threw it forward. Immediately, the petal was like a boat in the waves, flying forward in a swaying manner.

Wang Lin snorted lightly, flipped his right hand, and the forbidden banner appeared. When he waved, the forbidden energy immediately transformed into evil dragons, interlaced together to form a huge black fist, bombarding the giant fist.

"Bang!"

A shocking sound came out, and the ancient tree in the sky below immediately broke. Even the giant python was shocked, rolling, twisting on the ground, and there were many blood marks on its body, and these wounds were shattered.

The huge impact force caused the ice and snow giant to take a step back immediately. Cracked marks appeared on his fist, and pieces of ice fell from it, like flying ice crystals.

Wang Lin was shocked in his hand, and the fist turned into the banned gas collapsed immediately. A huge force was transmitted to the banned banner, but when he heard several clicks, a crack appeared in the banned banner.
Chapter completed!