Although the power of the gods cannot be instilled into the ice-type treasure, the silver-white spear still spits out several feet of cold light, making those cultivators in front of it tremble with fear and even think about retreating.
And the attacks of a group of cultivators fell on Zheng Lin one after another, first exploding the power of his protective spirit, and then actually hitting the suit. In an instant, a circle of colorful divine light suddenly flashed on the suit.
, tightly wrapping Zheng Lin’s whole body.
The automatic defense of the suit was turned on, and Zheng Lin was no longer afraid. He ignored the concentrating monks who followed him and rushed straight into the group of cultivators ahead. None of the cultivators expected that Zheng Lin would
He endured the attacks from himself and others, but when the second round of attacks came out, the cold breath of the silver-white spear already made his cheeks hurt.
Mingsuo also seemed to feel Zheng Lin's high fighting spirit. He suddenly opened his eyes in his dantian, and formed a series of seals with his small hands. He immediately hit Zheng Lin's divine energy all over his body, along the tendons on his arms.
Forcibly injected into the silver spear.
No matter how advanced the ice treasure is, it is still within the scope of the fairy weapon level. Under the injection of violent divine energy, it resisted for a while and was completely invaded. The mighty divine energy spurted out directly along the silver-white spear.
, reaching more than ten feet.
Zheng Lin was overjoyed and secretly said that he was still loyal to his life and would step forward every time at critical moments.
Still ignoring the opponent's attack, Zheng Lin shouted loudly in the air, swung his spear and struck out with a sweep. The difference from the past was that this time the sweep was no longer a white halo, but a rainbow of light.
The seven-color light brought with it violent divine energy and instantly blew away everything within a radius of ten thousand meters, including all the cultivators. The fluctuations in the space were even more severe.
Even the monks in the Concentration Stage who were following behind him trembled when they saw the seven rainbow lights. They tried their best to use their magic weapons to block it, but they were still knocked away by the strong energy.
When the colorful light dissipated, the space fluctuations also stopped instantly. The more than twenty cultivators who were blocking the front, those with lower cultivation levels were directly blown into streams of light all over the sky. Only a few cultivators in the late stage of Void God were injured and fell to the ground.
"Good fight, brother! Kill all these bastards for my brother!" Seeing Zheng Lin's performance, King Peng saw the hope of victory. Thinking of his tribesmen who were slaughtered, he couldn't help shouting to Zheng Lin.
"Haha, these people are seeking death themselves. If they let me go just now, how could they end up like this?" Zheng Lin stopped moving. After smiling to King Peng, he turned back to look at the monk in the concentration stage.
"Your Excellency is also a spiritual cultivator. Although you are not friends of several of our families, it is best for us not to become enemies. Please stop today. How about we just pretend that nothing happened?" The monk in the Concentration Stage saw that Zheng Lin was too fierce and had to say.
Soft words.
Zheng Lin gently waved the silver spear in his hand and replied with a smile: "First, your Miss Shuanghua repaid me with kindness. I once gave her the soul-condensing incense, but she wanted to steal my magic sword. Fundamentally speaking, we
We are already enemies; besides, I believe you should also know that I have snatched your soul-killing clock, and now the Xiu Shen family must want to kill me quickly. You said, under such circumstances, you and I still have something to do with each other.
Is there any room for maneuver?”
The monk in the concentration stage was startled. What he knew about Zheng Lin was very limited. He heard that Zheng Lin had no intention of reconciliation at all. Although he was resentful in his heart, the dignity and pride of the cultivating family made his eyes gradually reveal a fierce light. His face was stern.
He said to Zheng Lin: "Since you don't want to, it's no use saying more. Do you think you will win surely today? Humph!"
Zheng Lin narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "You also have a magical weapon on your body, right?"
The monk in the concentration stage seemed to have been told something that was on his mind, and replied in a conditional manner: "How do you know?" As soon as he finished speaking, seeing the disdainful smile of the other party, his anger became more intense, and he yelled again.
Rushed over.
However, none of the few remaining cultivators of the late stage of False God dared to come up again, and Shi Xuan led his men directly back towards the sky. King Peng reminded Zheng Lin to stop Shi Xuan, but Zheng Lin sent a message: "Then
How capable Shi Xuan is? He is just a puppet supported by the Xiu Shen family. He will not be slaughtered by you in the future. It is important to deal with this guy now."
King Peng thought so and did not speak again, but the rope on his body still made him feel uncomfortable.
But the concentrating monk who rushed over suddenly had a long sword in his hand. The long sword was as bright as a torch, and a colorful sword light that was seven or eight feet long erupted from the edge of the sword. It was obviously not an ordinary thing.
Zheng Lin smiled softly, waved his hand and threw the ice spear away. The spear instantly came into contact with the sword, and then there was an explosion.
After the monk in the concentration stage flew the spear away, his speed slowed down by half. Just as he was about to speed up, he saw a colorful divine light suddenly rising in front of him, and then he saw the heart-stopping soul-killing bell hovering in the sky.
Just like the devil's big mouth that can swallow all things, a colorful light curtain erupted from the mouth of the soul-killing bell, falling straight towards the monk in the concentration stage. The monk in the concentration stage still knew about the soul-killing bell, and waved his sword in his hand.
He directly pierced the light curtain and escaped.
Zheng Lin secretly exclaimed, and then felt relieved, because although the monk in the concentration stage was able to split the light curtain and escape, he could not escape the pursuit of the soul-killing bell. As soon as he came out, he was wrapped in the light curtain again, and then he rushed out again...
Repeatedly, the Soul-Destroying Bell was unable to absorb the Concentration Stage monks who could move quickly and held long swords, and the Concentration Stage monks could not completely get rid of it, even if they wanted to attack Zheng Lin.
"Why is this Soul-Destroying Bell so much more powerful than before?" The monk in the Concentration Stage was also very surprised. He had also tried the power of the Soul-Destroying Bell before, but it was not as powerful as it is now.
There was no way to escape from either side. The monk in the concentration stage simply stopped, but the long sword in his hand suddenly surged and turned into a giant sword that held up the sky. Ping Zhe's body actually completely blocked the seven-colored light curtain of the Soul-Destroying Bell.
However, the suction power of the Soul-Destroying Bell was too strong. Although the long sword was of high grade, it was trembling uncontrollably at this time. It was obvious that it could not last long.
How could Zheng Lin let him get what he wanted? When the long sword blocked the seven-colored light curtain, he swung the silver long spear and shot it straight at the monk in the concentration stage.
The monks in the Concentration Stage did not panic. After a moment of divine light all over their bodies, a burst of divine energy shot out from their hands.
However, after the divine energy came into contact with Zheng Lin's spear, the weapon spirit of the life lock once again exerted its power. A stream of divine energy was immediately released from the spear and it was directly dispersed. Zheng Lin's divine energy also followed suit.
Attack the arm of the monk in the concentration stage.
After the invasion of divine energy was successful, it exploded immediately, but the monk's arm was blown to pieces with blood and flesh. The giant sword holding the sky in the air was put away by the soul-killing bell because the master's soul was frightened.
Only then did the monks in the Concentration Stage realize that the enemy was far more powerful than themselves. With despair in his heart, he looked fierce and yelled: "Even if I die, I will hold you back! Divine Talisman!" After saying this, something flew out of his body.
A golden stream of light.
The golden stream of light was extremely fast. Zheng Lin wanted to hide but it was already too late. The stream of light transformed from the divine talisman hit his chest hard, and severe pain was transmitted from his body to his soul...