Chapter 951: Surrender to me!

At this moment, a purple rainbow flew out from the collapsed tower. The rainbow flew out and split into two. It ran all the way to Wang Lin in the distance. Another flash penetrated the body of the old man in black. At the moment when the old man suddenly opened his eyes, his body and soul collapsed and perished, he rushed directly to Qingshui.

The purple light flashed, spreading the sky and the earth, and actually completely pressed the blue seal light of Qingshui's just now. When he was approaching, Qingshui's murderous intent flashed in his eyes. A red light suddenly appeared on the index finger of his right hand, but the extreme realm in his body recovered, condensed on this finger, and met the purple light in an instant.

A loud thunderous sound echoed wildly, and the purple light was forced to retreat, but it turned into a person under the flash. This person was a middle-aged man with purple hair swaying and his eyes showed evil spirits.

"I killed Ling Yunzi, the Lord of the Realm of the Realm!"

"Extreme Realm!! It turns out that my wife's relics are in your hands!" Qingshui also took a few steps back, staring at the purple-haired man, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"This Qingshui is the former Immortal Lord of the Thunder Immortal Realm. It is rumored that his cultivation has not been fully restored after his resurrection. Although he is very strong at the moment, I once had the power to fight with him. If I could kill this Qingshui, I would make a great contribution!!" The purple-haired man snorted coldly, rushed out, stirring up a large piece of purple mist. In a flash, six ***s transformed from their bodies and rushed towards Qingshui together.

There is a magic weapon in the Killing Realm, but this treasure is seriously damaged. Despite this, it is still quite powerful. It was personally given to the first realm master in the Killing Realm by the Great Elder of the Cultivation Alliance as the treasure of the Killing Realm!

As the purple mist filled, Qingshui rushed into the fog with murderous intent. Thousands of rumbling sounds came from it, but they fought with the purple-haired man!

Both of them have the ultimate realm, and for a moment, the purple mist is filled with cold and cold in the world!

Besides, Wang Lin looked cold, and his body would often cut off a person when it merged into the world. At this time, his body had just stepped out of nothingness, but he suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank.

I saw a purple light suddenly coming from the clear water in the distance. The purple light was too fast, and what made Wang Lin's heart sank was that he felt a trace of extreme inside the purple light!

"Extreme Realm!" Wang Lin did not think, and at the moment when the purple light came, his body quickly retreated. At the same time, he grabbed the void with his right hand, and the ancient divine star point on the eyebrows transformed and rotated rapidly. In an instant, countless crystal lights immediately gathered on Wang Lin's right hand.

"Royal magic weapon, God-Destroying Spear!"

The crystal lights condensed extremely quickly. In a blink of an eye, the God-Destroying Spear immediately transformed out, not as big as a hundred feet, but like an ordinary spear, Wang Lin grabbed it and threw it forward and threw it out!

Collided with the purple light in an instant!

A loud bang echoed the world, and the purple light collapsed, turning into an indescribable impact, spreading wildly around. Some monks who could not dodge were directly hit by the impact, and their bodies suddenly collapsed and died.

The God-Destroying Spear was not damaged at all, but was slightly dim and returned to Wang Lin's hands.

"The magic weapons of the ancient god royal family can indeed resist this level of extreme realm!" Wang Lin's eyes showed light, and the spear in his hand gradually became illusory and eventually disappeared.

"It's a pity that with my current cultivation level, I can only transform into an illusory body. The real God-Destroying Spear is in Tuosen!" Wang Lin shook back and disappeared without a shadow. When he appeared, he was behind a monk in the killing realm, with a cold expression and pointed out with a point.

There were less than a hundred monks in the Killing Realm left at this moment. The remaining people had good cultivation. At this moment, they surrounded each other one by one, and when they clasped their hands together, waves of spells echoed immediately. In an instant, the entire Killing Realm vibrated, and the big sword buildings floating around immediately collapsed on a large scale.

I saw eleven crystal lights flying out in the flashes, and under the sound of spells of monks around me, they actually merged into nothingness. After a moment, Wang Lin flashed out in the distance. Behind him, the eleven crystal lights chased him, the speed was too fast and approached almost instantly.

Each of these eleven crystal lights has a silver flying sword, and each flying sword has a huge killing aura. These eleven flying swords were forged by the first realm master collecting the world's essence iron. After countless thousands of years of nourishment in the killing realm, they almost became a peerless weapon!

When eleven flying swords were chasing Wang Lin, there were countless cultivators killed by the killing realm over the years, and the souls of the cultivators who had been killed in the killing realm over the years were undulating. In the crystal light surrounding the surroundings, they were swallowing Wang Lin's crazy pursuit, as if they wanted to pull him into it.

"Good sword!" Wang Lin's eyes showed cold light. These eleven swords were indeed excellent, especially since these swords were all forged at the same time, and they also experienced the same period of time and had a mutually refining spirit. In this way, if they had all, they would be more than a few points in terms of quality and magical power than Ling Tianhou refining the four small worlds condensed by the four soul swords that were condensed by Ling Tianhou that year!

"If I can take these ninety-nine flying swords and face Ling Tianhou, even if I lack cultivation to fight him, I should have the power of a battle with my magic weapon!" A gleam in Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he *** his lips.

"There are indeed many treasures in the Killing Realm!" Wang Lin's mind was full of thoughts. He knew that Qingshui didn't actually need many things to do for him to walk with him, but wanted to give him the luck of a speculator and repay his kindness for taking care of him in the void.

At this moment, three people flew out of nearly a hundred monks around him!

Two of these three people are in the middle stage of Nirvana, and one is an old man. This person has a very high cultivation level and has reached the late stage of Nirvana!

After Wang Lin and Qingshui appeared, the old man did not step forward, but hid carefully behind him, and only appeared at this moment.

The moment they appeared, the old man slapped the storage bag, and immediately four white jade gourds flew out. The four gourds were crystal clear and soft. At the moment they appeared, the old man pinched his hands and pointed forward!

Immediately, the four gourds suddenly rotated and dispersed in front of the old man, facing Wang Lin from afar.

"Please kill this person with Treasure Gourd Immortal!"

The moment the old man said this, the four gourds immediately shook, but four milky white auras spewed out, turning into four beautiful women's phantoms, dancing and flying straight to Wang Lin.

The other two next to the old man each developed magical powers and magic weapons. One of them slapped his right hand on his forehead, and immediately a black Yuandan flew out from the heavenly spirit. The Yuandan elixir emitted a gloomy aura during the rotation. After it appeared, the monk shouted in a low voice: "Water of Ten Thousand Much!"

The Yuan Dan shook and immediately turned into a piece of black water, which was rising in the wind. In just a moment, half of the sky filled the sky, making a rumbling sound of huge waves like sea water, sweeping towards Wang Lin.

The last monk instantly burst into blood throughout his body, and even endless blood was spreading on his skin. He looked extremely ferocious. He pointed forward with his hands in his hand and whispered: "Blood Transformation Immortal Net!"

The sound of bang echoed in the monk's body, and immediately the countless bloodshots on his skin actually penetrated his body, and directly transformed into a large web of bloodshots, which tangled wildly towards Wang Lin.

The three of them used the strongest magical powers and magic weapons, and took advantage of the moment when Wang Lin was chased by eleven crystal lights, and launched a crazy attack.

Not only were the three of them, but at this moment, the nearly a hundred cultivators around were all circulating their internal energy, and various magical techniques were spreading, attacking Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth and spit out something without thinking. This thing was the Eighteen Hell Immortal Seal! The moment this seal appeared, waves of shrill roars immediately came from it like a storm.

Wang Lin pointed his right hand, and this finger was like a magical power to unseal the seal. In an instant, he opened the eighteen levels of hell gate, causing countless unjust souls to rush out wildly.

"Spread beans and become soldiers!" Wang Lin shouted in a low voice!

With a bang, countless souls filled the sky and the earth, rushing towards the surroundings, especially the soul of the Blood Ancestor, which roared to the sky at the moment of its appearance.

Wang Lin used the bean-scattering soldiers to form a soldier, but he did not pay attention. His target was the eleven crystal lights chasing behind him! His body shook, and Wang Lin did not advance but retreated. When he retreated, he grabbed forward with his big hand. The hand of the ancient god immediately transformed into one of the crystal lights.

As soon as he grabbed it, Wang Lin immediately felt a stinging pain in his palm. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He grabbed the crystal light and immediately retreated. His entire body's energy quickly circulated. The power of the ancient god was even contained in it. After pinching it hard, he was surprised to find that it did not even scatter the crystal light.

Instead, it caused a violent rebound within the crystal light, and tens of thousands of souls transformed out of the crystal light, and swallowed Wang Lin with twisted faces.

"Many of my magical powers are related to souls. I only have tens of thousands of residual souls, but I dare to be arrogant in front of me!" At this moment, Wang Lin's eyes were no longer cold, and a hint of thunder was replaced by a hint of thunder!

His soul is the ancient thunder dragon, and he can exercise the power of thunder between heaven and earth. At this moment, a whirlpool appeared in the middle of his eyebrows, but the soul rushed out of his eyebrows, revealing the body of the ancient thunder dragon, and a roar of thunder into the sky!

roar!!!

With a roar, the heaven and earth were shocked, and bursts of thunder suddenly gathered wildly from all directions. Almost instantly, the killing realm became a hell of thunder!

The rumbling thunder passed through the sky and echoed constantly. The monks around him roared with their ears. Even Qingshui, who was fighting in the large purple mist in the sky, and the purple-haired man looked at him. Qingshui's eyes showed admiration, and the purple-haired man was as gloomy as water.

Endless thunder filled the air, and the thunder sounded like a condensed thunder between heaven and earth. All the thunder was about to surrender to Wang Lin's roar and bombarded his right hand crystal light madly.

This scene was like Wang Lin holding the thunder of heaven and earth in his hand, attracting all the thunder!

"You, surrender to me!" Wang Lin shouted in a low voice. The tens of thousands of cultivators' souls transformed from the crystal light in his hand were no longer ferocious at this moment, but were terrified. At the moment when the endless thunder came, they all showed fear of surrender.

Jingguang collapsed with a bang, and a silver seven-foot long sword appeared in Wang Lin's hand, and tens of thousands of souls around him merged into the sword.

The word "nine" is engraved on the sword body, but under the buzzing sound, he surrendered to Wang Lin.

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Chapter completed!