Yao Changdong's expression changed slightly, and he quickly pinched his hands. The nineteen infants outside his body immediately let out a burst of screams, and swirled rapidly outside his body. In an instant, an illusory shadow formed outside Yao Changdong's body, and this shadow looked like an enlarged baby.

After it appeared, it immediately roared, but the roar was still half roared, and its body was immediately filled with gray light and instantly became a stone statue.

Wang Lin took this opportunity to retreat immediately, took out two Yinxu Yuanshen from the Soul Banner, swallowed them directly, and raised his right hand without hesitation, and whispered: "Hu Feng!"

The black wind whistled, spreading on his right hand, and it continued to expand in an instant. In a blink of an eye, a rich black wind appeared around Wang Lin's body.

At this moment, the petrified baby came out of Yao Changdong's body and immediately collapsed. Yao Changdong walked out of it without any damage.

"Is that kind of strength? Today, you will definitely die!" He stared at the black wind outside Wang Lin's body and sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lin waved his right hand down, and the black wind outside his body immediately roared out. The black wind filled the sky and the earth. When it was blown out, it turned into a black dragon. It roared, opened the dragon's mouth and squirted out the cold wind.

Yao Changdong did not take this wind into his eyes at the beginning, but immediately he felt a chill all over his body, as if his soul was about to collapse. He immediately retreated in shock, but the black wind was marrowing into the bones and was chasing him.

In fear, Yao Changdong was about to be filled with the black wind. He immediately pinched his hands and shouted in a low voice: "Immortal Art, Cloud Tribulation!" A loud bang appeared out of thin air. Outside Yao Changdong's body, the clouds and mists in Dalian were immediately emitting. The lightning flashed in these mists, and it seemed as if they were connected to each other while wandering, forming a full-scale protection.

However, under the wind blowing from the black dragon, the clouds and mists disappeared in an instant, revealing the shocked Yao Changdong inside.

"This... what kind of immortal art is this!!" Yao Changdong's body trembled, and he spit out a mouthful of soul and blood while gritting his teeth. His right hand quickly hooked it on it, shouting: "The blood soul is six times!"

After using this magical power, Yao Changdong's face immediately pale. This blood soul immortal art was taught by his ancestor's Blood God Son. It is said that it was the great magical magic art of the ancestors of the immortal world back then.

At the highest point, you can reach the nineteenth turn of the blood soul, but with Yao Changdong's cultivation level, it is at most, that is, six turns. Even so, it will require a lot of his energy to be consumed.

The blood immediately wriggled and formed a whirlpool, rushing straight into the sky, like a blood-colored whirlpool, bringing a powerful impact force. When the cold wind blows, it immediately melts with the blood-colored whirlpool.

Yao Changdong stared at Wang Lin, who was looming outside the gloomy wind, gritted his teeth, and immediately slapped the storage bag, and immediately a piece of paper talisman appeared in his hand.

"With the divine talisman given by the ancestor, no matter how many magical powers you have, you will definitely die!"

As he raised his hand, the paper talisman immediately flew up. On the talisman, there was a dark red inscription, outlining an extremely complex mark. Yao Changdong pinched his hands with his hands and bit his tongue. As the energy in his body was circulating, he directly sprayed out a mouthful of blood and landed on the paper talisman.

In an instant, the paper talisman was immediately dyed bloody, and the inscriptions on it seemed to be alive, emitting a burst of strange light. At the same time, a red flame ignited from the paper talisman.

"Imperial Immortal Talisman! Kill this person!" Yao Changdong pointed his right hand at Wang Lin, and his voice was ferocious.

The paper talisman flashed and rushed out immediately, actually penetrated the blood soul vortex, and passed through the cold wind, without any damage, heading straight to Wang Lin's eyebrows.

Wang Lin's pupils suddenly shrank. He looked very familiar with the paper talisman, almost exactly the same as the two paper talismans in the storage bag. At this moment, a breath that shocked Wang Lin's mind burst out from the paper.

This breath is extremely terrifying!

"Can't resist!" Wang Lin's hair stood up all over his body, and a strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped his whole body. He immediately stepped back without hesitation, but the paper talisman never dissipated, but the speed was faster.

During the crisis, Wang Lin stepped back without thinking and slapped the storage bag. While the shooting car flew out, he pointed to Yao Changdong not far away. At the same time, he took out a piece of paper talisman, imitated Yao Changdong, and bit his tongue, spit out a mouthful of essence and blood.

The essence and blood merged into the paper talisman, and immediately the paper talisman also emitted a red light, dyed with red flames, and bumped into the talisman that Yao Changdong swung, causing a huge wave to spread out. The paper talisman thrown by Wang Lin immediately collapsed, burned all of them, and turned into ashes and dissipated.

However, Yao Changdong's paper talisman did not completely dissipate, but also had a piece of nail-sized body that penetrated directly, and suddenly fell on Wang Lin's eyebrows at an incredible speed.

Wang Lin's body shook, and he felt a heat in his eyebrows, as if a flame was burning between his eyebrows, immediately scattering all over his body. An unimaginable sealing force instantly dissipated from his eyebrows and spread wildly in his body. In the blink of an eye, he sealed all the energy and soul of his body cleanly.

"This... this is the rune power of the Immortal Remnant Clan! But how could the rune of the Immortal Remnant Clan be so strong!!!" Wang Lin took a breath, and his eyes showed horror. His entire body's energy was sealed in an instant. At this moment, he was like a mortal!

His body immediately became weak and powerless. If Tashan had not come quickly and Wang Lin sat cross-legged on his left hand, he might have fallen into the endless starry sky below immediately.

Next to him, the Shooting God Car turned into a butterfly, flapping its wings gently, and it seemed that there was no harm.

Yao Changdong laughed loudly. Without Wang Lin's Yuanli's pull, all his magic weapons stopped at this moment. The technique of wailing the wind immediately dissipated. Yao Changdong took a step forward, made a sword with his right fingers, and rushed straight to Wang Lin.

"You only have Yang Shi's cultivation level and dare to fight with me! Xu Mu, go to death!"

With a grim smile, Yao Changdong was stunningly speeding and headed straight for Wang Lin. His right fingers contained strong Yuan power. If this finger was pointed at Wang Lin's eyebrows, not only would his body collapse immediately, but even the soul would never be able to escape and would die with his body!

Just as Yao Changdong's two fingers came, although the butterfly beside Wang Lin's side was not driven by Wang Lin's Yuanli, this thing has its own obvious differences from other magic weapons. Once it is opened, it will form a cycle. At this moment, it slams its wings lightly.

Immediately, Yao Changdong paused, his chest exploded with a bang, and he threw it out immediately. As soon as he stopped ten feet away, the butterfly slapped its wings again.

Yao Changdong's eyes flashed with murderous intent. As the butterfly's wings flashed, he slapped the storage bag and immediately took out a piece of paper talisman again. This time, it was not thrown out, but suddenly pressed it on his eyebrows.

Immediately, a strong rune power burst out from the paper talisman and spread across Yao Changdong's body. In an instant, large pieces of runes transformed out from the starry sky outside the human body.

The bang sound echoed, and every time the butterfly wings flashed, the runes outside Yao Changdong's body would collapse a lot, but his body rushed directly and approached Wang Lin again.

"I have to kill this Xu Mu. He is just Yang Shi's cultivation level, so powerful. If he reaches Nirvana, I will definitely not be his opponent!"

Wang Lin sat cross-legged on Tashan's left hand. Tashan kept retreating, trying to distance himself from Yao Changdong, but the opponent's speed was too fast, but in an instant, he approached with a bang.

Wang Lin's murderous intent dissipated and calmed down. He closed his eyes and whispered: "My way, sir, die of reincarnation, and then enter cause and effect. In the world, you can escape reincarnation, but cause and effect cannot escape!"

There is a kind of power that does not require the use of the primordial power. It is not a magical power, nor a magic weapon. It is a way that a person who practices the Tao and practices throughout his life, or in other words, it is a belief and an enlightenment.

Everything you have learned after practicing Taoism for thousands of years is Wang Lin’s artistic conception!

At this moment of life and death crisis, Wang Lin showed off his artistic conception that he had not used for a long time!

The battle of artistic conception is the battle of Taoism. In Taoism, there are ever-changing changes, no victory or defeat, but some are life and death!

Wang Lin spread his hands and spoke calmly: "I hold the cause of the world with my left hand and hold the fruit of the heaven and earth with my right hand. This is cause and effect, my cause and effect!"

He opened his eyes, the sun was on his left, the moon was on his right, and looked at Yao Changdong, raised his left hand and pointed.

Because, come out!

The artistic conception, when it comes to you, at this moment, the starry sky no longer exists, and everything around you disappears, and Yao Changdong's figure suddenly stops.

He had to stop. In his eyes, Wang Lin's figure was infinitely tall at this moment, especially his hands, as if there was an illusory whip, which connected from beginning to end to form a circle.
Chapter completed!