Wang Lin never had this feeling. It was a heart-wrenching pain, as if all the blood in his body was pulled out of his body at this moment, and dizziness surged into his heart.

Wang Lin endured this inexplicable pain and quickly walked. Seeing the three people behind him constantly chasing him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, turned his direction, and flew towards the gathering place of the Ziyin Sect with swords.

Four long rainbows cut through the sky of Cassin Valley at an extremely fast speed.

Panic and helpless, this is the only thought left in Wang Hao and Wang Zhuo. They didn't even dare to move. They watched their partner Wang Tao and his sister die on the spot.

The monk with fairy spirit and Taoist priest showed a complicated expression on his face. He sighed softly, turned his head and stopped looking.

Fuji Huayuan stepped into the door with a grim smile, and when he closed his hands, a purple ring-shaped ripples suddenly scattered, covering the entire house, making it difficult for the people inside to fly.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his foot and walked into the nearest side room, which was the place where the servants lived. He heard a wave of miserable wails coming from the room, and thin yellow smoke floated out of the room and was sucked in by the small flag.

Seven or eight painful faces of the Wang family servants appeared on the flag.

Fujiwayuan's steps did not stop and continued to walk into the next room. He screamed several times in a row. Wang Hao's body trembled, and he wanted to resist, but he couldn't speak.

Soon, all the servants became unjust souls, and Teng Huayuan's face became even more ferocious. At this time, most of the people in the Wang family were alarmed by the screams and wanted to leave the room to check, but one by one, they were frightened to find that all the rooms were shrouded in purple light and could not get out at all.

I could only hear the constant miserable wails coming from outside. This unknown fear made all the members of the Wang family and the city gods endlessly.

Fuji Huayuan murmured to himself: "Li'er, that person kills you, I will kill his entire clan to avenge you." As he said that, he stepped into a room again.

Wang Hao's body shook violently, as if a force rushed out of his body. His brain shook, and he rushed out a few steps regardless of everything, shouting: "No..."

Fujiwayuan turned around and sneered, waved his right hand, and the house suddenly turned into ashes silently, revealing a man and a woman with a panic look inside.

This man and woman are Wang Lin’s third uncle and third aunt, and Wang Hao’s parents.

Teng Huayuan grabbed his right hand from the air, and Wang Hao's father immediately flew into the air, holding his neck with both hands, his face immediately turned red, and he opened his mouth and showed an extremely painful expression.

Wang Hao's eyes were covered with blood, and tears were left. He shouted loudly and was about to rush out. Wang Zhuo hugged Wang Hao tightly and whispered: "Wang Hao, don't be impulsive, the other party is an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage."

Teng Huayuan sneered a few times, with a tightening of his right hand, and suddenly a bang. Wang Hao's father's head turned into blood mist, and half of his body fell to the ground. His soul immediately left his body and was taken over by the black flag.

"No!!" Wang Hao's voice became hoarse. He felt a stream of his chest as if he was hit by a huge rock, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out. He stared at his father's body in a daze, muttering to himself: "Why...Why..."

Teng Huayuan grabbed Wang Hao's mother again, crushed her head, and threw the body backward, still in front of Wang Hao.

Wang Hao shook his body and sprayed a mouthful of blood again. His whole body completely collapsed. He hugged his mother's body and tears couldn't stop flowing down. He suddenly raised his head, stared at Teng Huayuan, and hissed, "Why!!!"

Teng Huayuan's face turned gloomy and his sleeves swung, and the entire Wang family's mansion turned into ashes and disappeared in a flash of purple light. There were about 40 people left on the ground, all of whom were from the Wang family.

They were all panicked, and the female family couldn't help crying. Except for the living, all the dead bodies on the ground were without heads.

Teng Huayuan grabbed someone with a grim smile. He was Wang Lin’s father’s third uncle, and the old man with the largest qualification in the Wang family.

Amid the screams of everyone around, Fuji Huayuan was pulled away from his soul and died miserably.

Wang Hao looked at everything in front of him blankly, without notice at all. Wang Zhuo held his hand and had already removed blood marks on his arm. Wang Zhuo did not dare to look at the eyes of his parents in the crowd. His body trembled and lowered his head, his eyes were blood red.

There was a lot of crying in the crowd. Wang Lin's fourth uncle spent half his life in the wild, and his courage was several times better than ordinary people. He smiled miserably and seemed to have thought it out. He was alone. His wife died of illness a year ago, and his son was sent to the Jianghu Sect for training many years ago. At this time, he was willing to go out and asked loudly:

"Supreme Immortal, where did our Wang family offend you? In your eyes, we are like ants, but even ants, you have to let us understand why all this is!"

The monk with fairy spirit and Taoist priest gave a light exclamation, his eyes flashing, and he looked at the middle-aged man.

"Why?" Teng Huayuan tapped his hands several times, and several people died suddenly, blood and blood splattered everywhere, blurring.

"Your Wang family has a personal name. Since you dare to kill my great-grandson, I will destroy his entire clan!" After saying that, he slapped his right hand, the ground trembled, and more than ten people died immediately on the spot.

Wang Hao broke free from Wang Zhuo and was about to rush forward. He was caught up by Wang Zhuo again and pressed to the ground. His face was filled with tears and he whispered: "Wang Hao, no matter what happened before, now we have to survive. Only by living can we take revenge!"

Wang Lin’s fourth uncle smiled tragically and said, “Grand Immortal, how could anyone in my Wang family kill your great-grandson? For hundreds of years, there have been only three people who have cultivated immortals in my Wang family…” He said this, and suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something.

Among the surviving people, Wang Zhuo's father knelt on the ground with a thud and said in a trembling voice: "Supreme immortal, is the person who killed your grandson called Wang Lin?"

A cold light flashed in Teng Huayuan's eyes, and he silently said in his heart: "Wang Lin... It turns out that his name is Wang Lin!" He glanced at the other party, grabbed Wang Zhuo's father with his right hand, and immediately grabbed Wang Zhuo's father, stared at his eyes, and said word by word: "Tell me about Wang Lin."

Wang Zhuo's father quickly told everything about Wang Lin, as well as his parents' residence. He thought viciously in his heart: "Die, die, die. Even if you didn't kill the Wang family, your parents will be buried with you."

After hearing this, Fuji Huayuan laughed a few times, and when he closed his hands, a thunder ball appeared between his hands. With his random push, a circular ripples suddenly rippled.

Wang Zhuo's father was closest to him. As soon as he touched the ripples of the thunder ball, his whole body shook, and his clothes turned into ashes. As the ripples spread, all the people who touched him disappeared and their souls were absorbed by the black flag.

When this ripple was about to affect Uncle Wang Lin, he had already closed his eyes, but a soft white light suddenly covered his body, blocking the ripples of the thunder ball.

Teng Huayuan turned around and stared at the monk who was as beautiful as a fairy spirit.

The monk sighed and said, "Fellow Daoist Fuji, please stay this person, I'm useful."

Fujiwayuan sneered, pointed at Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao, and said to the monk: "He, you won't interfere anymore."

The monk chuckled, looked at Teng Huayuan, and said, "Fellow Daoist Teng, why do you ask questions knowingly? If you kill them in front of me, I wouldn't care at that time, but when Senior Park Nanzi of Xuandao Sect asked, I would naturally tell you the truth."

Fuji Huayuan looked at the monk, and after a long time, he stepped on his feet. With a loud bang, the entire Wang family's mansion became a ruin.

As for Wang Zhuo and others, he didn't even look at it, and flew into the air according to the Wang Lin family route he had obtained before.

Wang Zhuo's body trembled and he stared at the ruins in a daze. After a little silence, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few heavily. His forehead was broken and his face was covered in blood. At this time, his face was a little ferocious.

Wang Hao clenched his teeth, laughed bitterly, tilted his body, and fell to the ground.

Wang Zhuo stood up and picked up Wang Hao, bent over to the cultivator, and flew towards the direction of Xuandao Sect. The past bumps and bumps were wiped out with the destruction of the Wang family.

The monk sighed inwardly and said to himself: "It's a sin, I don't know what I did right or wrong... But this middle-aged man is very courageous. If you can save one, just forget about one." Thinking of this, he shook his sleeves and disappeared from the Wang family's ancestral home with Wang Lin's fourth uncle.

Teng Huayuan came to the village of Wang Lin's family almost instantly. On the small black flag behind him, the souls of more than 100 people from the Wang family were all sealed. Looking closely, there were countless faces on it, all of which showed pain.

A miserable wailing sound floated out of the flag, and a gust of wind could not help but burst into flames.

After arriving at the village, Tenghua's soul consciousness swept away, and immediately found the Wang Lin's house, sneered and rushed down...

A quarter of an hour later, Teng Huayuan walked out of the Wang family and beat the black chess with his right hand. The black chess suddenly grew in the wind and became extremely huge. Then Teng Huayuan bit his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of infant blood. The black chess immediately made waves of ghosts and howls, and ripples appeared on the flag. Slowly, the ripples gradually subsided, revealing a picture. In the picture, Wang Lin was walking rapidly in a dense forest.

Fuji Huayuan smiled grimly and pointed the picture with his right hand.

Besides, Wang Lin was inexplicably frightened and rushed towards the gathering place of the Ziyin Sect with the three people chasing him. Suddenly, his chest felt unprecedented pain, as if he had been pulled away in one breath, and he snorted miserably, and he staggered, half kneeled on the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Pain! Unthinkable pain! Undescribable pain!

This pain drowns Wang Lin like a tide. The person who cultivates immortals feels extremely sensitive in some aspects. At this moment, Wang Lin's heart has never felt panic before, and his parents' kindness appears in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Lin saw a scene that he would remember for life.

"No!!!" Wang Lin's eyes left two lines of blood and tears. His expression was painful, his body trembled, and a trace of Yin and Cold Spiritual Power broke through his body, completely uncontrollable. Within ten feet of radius, all the plants and trees immediately turned into blue crystals. The spread of this Yin and Cold Spiritual Energy has been intensifying...
Chapter completed!