Chapter 621 A generation of masters

"The location of this monk alliance is at the junction of Fire Demon County and Jindemon County, where miasma is everywhere all year round and extremely hidden." Sun Yunshan said immediately. After saying that, he hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Brother Wang, you are planning..."

"I don't have much confidence in lifting your ban, but I guess that ancestor should be able to do it!" Wang Lin said with a smile.

Sun Yunshan took a deep breath, stood up and took a few steps back, bowed deeply to Wang Lin, looked up and showed excitement in his eyes, and said, "Brother Wang, I will never thank you for your kindness. Sun remembers this matter in his heart. If one day he can return to Tianyun Star, he will definitely be rewarded!"

"Brother Sun doesn't have to do this." Wang Lin shook his head and said, "In fact, even if it wasn't for you, I'm going to this monk alliance. This ancestor provoked me twice. If I don't take action, I'm afraid the third and fourth time will come endlessly!"

"Brother Wang, no matter what, this matter will be remembered!" Sun Yunshan's tone showed sincerity.

Wang Lin shook his head with a smile, put the broken jade in the storage bag, swung his sleeves, and directly rolled up Sun Yunshan, and disappeared directly into the pagoda. The moment he left the Soul Refining Tribe, Wang Lin waved his right hand casually, and the more than ten cultivators in the air were immediately rolled up by him and disappeared without a shadow.

The war in Fire Demon County has continued. The killing will cause a large amount of blood to flow into the earth every day, and the entire Fire Demon County is filled with a bloody smell.

The battle between the two counties will inevitably attract the attention of the other seven counties, especially at this moment, there are many battles in the Fire Demon County, and there are not many demon soldiers left in the Tiandemon County. All of this is an opportunity to fall into the eyes of the other seven counties, and it is hard to see once every ten thousand years!

On this day, at the northern junction of Fire Demon County and Jindemon County, the thick miasma was thousands of miles away, a meteor broke through the sky. Outside the miasma, the light of the meteor disappeared and turned into Wang Lin's figure. With a wave of his sleeve, more than a dozen monks flew out immediately and landed on the side.

As for Sun Yunshan, he was standing next to Wang Lin. He was both nervous and excited at this moment. The two complex emotions were intertwined, and it was inevitable that he was a little dazed.

"Brother Sun, take the jade slip I gave you on the way. Although the restrictions in this jade slip cannot completely transform the immortal species, they can delay you in times of crisis!" Wang Lin said, and stepped forward and stepped into the thick miasma.

He had some guesses about his immortal species, but this guess still needs to be confirmed after seeing the so-called ancestor of the immortal world.

In the castle deep in the miasma, the short old man sat cross-legged. There were three women opposite him. All of these three women were beautiful, one of which was Sun Yunshan's sister Sun Ruonan.

A series of pink auras floated out of the three women's mouth, nose and seven orifices, and turned into illusory and wonderful shadows in the void, as if dancing, surrounding the old man's body.

These illusory and wonderful shadows gradually condensed and turned into fairies in colorful clothes. They were sucked by the old man, as if they had swallowed them alive and sucked into their mouths.

The moment Wang Lin stepped into the miasma, the short old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed out of his eyes. The moment his eyes opened, all the illusory fairies around his body dissipated. As for the three women, there was a strong fatigue on their faces, and even a vague sign of aging on their faces.

Wang Lin stepped into the miasma fog. The miasma around him was extremely strong. As he walked, he seemed to have spirituality and surrounded him.

As Wang Lin moved forward, there were more and more miasma surrounding him, and sounds of howling like ghosts came slowly from all directions.

Wang Lin looked cold and said, "Performing the soul technique in front of Wang, overestimating one's own ability!" He said, pinching his hands with his hands, pushing around, and shouting, "Soul Vortex!"

His voice melted into the seal, and the seal moved with his fingers. Suddenly, the miasma and fog around him immediately surged violently, as if boiling, and gathered rapidly towards Wang Lin at an extremely fast speed.

This scene seemed like a whirlpool in front of Wang Lin, sucking all the endless fog around him wildly.

Almost instantly, all the miasma and mist that filled this place disappeared. This place was exposed to the sun for the first time in countless years!

In Wang Lin's hand, a fist-sized fog ball spread out numerous fleece silk.

I saw a white castle standing in the distance in front of me. Outside the castle, nearly a hundred monks were floating densely in the air, each of them was shocked in their eyes, staring blankly at the fog in Wang Lin's hand.

Wang Lin's expression was cold. After a glance, the appearance of these monks fell into his eyes. Some of these people were those who followed Wang Lin into the demon spirit land, and some were a little unfamiliar.

But there was one of them, which made Wang Lin's eyes flash slightly. This person was a middle-aged man, wearing a blue shirt on his body.

The man in blue shirt was stunned for a moment when he saw Wang Lin. Facing Wang Lin's gaze, he subconsciously avoided it, and his face showed bitterness.

He is a place of demon spirits, and he enters with Wang Lin, a disciple of the Tianyun Sect’s Blue Sect!

"Give it!" Wang Lin's voice was calm and he spoke slowly.

In a word, almost everyone subconsciously dispersed. The cultivation level of these people did not exceed the level of the End of the Grand Perfection, which was the late stage of the Infant Transformation. Faced with a top monk who could condense the fog here, they wisely chose to retreat.

However, there are still some unwise people. Perhaps because of the support of the ancestor who claimed to be from the immortal world, one of the young men in Taoist robes shouted: "Bold, who are you? Come and sign up, my monk alliance..."

Before this person could finish speaking, Wang Lin's cold gaze pierced directly into the person's eyes like a sharp sword. The words behind the young man were pushed back by the blood spurted out of his mouth.

Wang Lin practiced the Immortal Killing Art and had the intention to kill, which was comparable to the essence at a glance.

The waiters around took a breath and took a few steps back one by one. The monks who did not disperse for the first time immediately changed their minds, and emerged from the danger of the injunction in their bodies and quickly retreated.

A straight road leads directly to the castle.

"Kill this person!" A majestic voice came from the castle.

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks around him immediately turned pale and hesitated.

Fortunately, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed out of the castle and headed straight for Wang Lin.

"Immortal Guard!" Someone around the monks immediately spoke out, not knowing whether it was intentional or was really that surprised.

Wang Lin's expression was always normal, and he didn't even look at the person who rushed out of the castle. He stepped forward and walked towards the castle calmly. His steps were not fast, but when everyone around him saw him, his eyes were all fixed.

At this moment, Wang Lin, in the eyes of those monks, seemed to have seen the elders of his own master. That kind of momentum and calmness are definitely not something that an ordinary monk can possess!

Only by having a certain degree of confidence in one's own cultivation can one exude this kind of aura!

That day, the Blue disciple of Yunzong looked at Wang Lin's figure and showed a strong complexity in his eyes. He had heard of Wang Lin and even saw with his own eyes the battle with Chen Tao for the title of the Seven Sons of the Purple Heavenly Moment. Wang Lin's performance at that time had attracted the attention of many people, but it was just a matter of attention. After all, Wang Lin's cultivation was not high.

But at this moment, he did not dare to underestimate the other party. At this moment, Wang Lin not only had his cultivation level incredibly achieved success in a short period of time, but more importantly, he seemed to have seen the feeling of Tianyunzi in this Wang Lin.

Although this feeling is not strong, it does exist. As a disciple of Tianyun Sect and Tianyun Son, he has extraordinary knowledge and naturally knows that all of this is a manifestation of Tao!

Being able to have this feeling means that Wang Lin has his own way! In the world of cultivation, any monk who truly possesses his own way of thought and who keeps this way of thought in his heart, realizes it in the world, withdraws from the state of mind, but integrates it into it, is equivalent to having the qualification to start a sect!

In fact, all monks have their own way, but it is extremely difficult to condense this thought!

"He...he actually reached this state of mind..." The man in blue was melancholy. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the immortal seeds planted in his body. All he thought in his mind were all unimaginable gaps between Wang Lin from a barbarian who was ridiculed from the semi-abused Vermilion Bird Star and the current generation of masters who possessed his own way.

Wang Lin stepped away, and the black shadow rushing towards him was ten feet away, all kinds of magical powers roared. This person's magical power was related to the beast. When he was used, he turned into ferocious beasts, opening his bloody mouth, and trying to swallow Wang Lin.

"If you don't have the artistic conception of winning the championship, even if your cultivation level is improved to winning the championship, you will always be that illusory air, with one blow..."

Wang Lin took a little finger with his right index finger and whispered: "It's broken!"

The black light flashed at the fingertips, turning into a black air and flew out in an instant. After Wang Lin reached the peak of the throne, the soul and artistic conception were merged, and the energy of heaven and earth existed. With the attack of the artistic conception and immortal power gathered together. In addition, he had his own Tao, and even if he used his magical powers at will, he would have Taoist thoughts integrated into it.

The nirvana finger energy came to the world, with Wang Lin's thoughts, it penetrated through the illusory beasts like a broken void, and fell directly on the chest of the man in black behind it!

The ferocious beast, broken. The man in black, died!

It’s not that he didn’t want to hide, but that he was forcibly promoted to the top, and he was not qualified to hide under the finger of Wang Lin, a real monk who won the title, Taoist thoughts and mingled!

"Who are you?" An extremely solemn voice came from the castle.
Chapter completed!