Chapter 1440 Three people Three people Three people

The sea of ​​fog roared below, and fog pillars soared into the sky, and murderous intent filled the world. In this area, there was a monk standing on each of the forty-three platforms that monks could step into.

Anyone who can occupy a platform alone in the first wave, except for a few extremely lucky monks, is the vast majority of them who have a high level of cultivation and act ruthlessly.

There were even five or six people who were even more scheming. Although they did not see the clues here in advance, their cautious personality made them kill everything they had to seize the platform in advance in order to prevent all dangers.

The situation is clear now, and after knowing that only by stepping on the platform alone can you survive, the hundreds of monks who have no platform have their eyes red. In order to survive, even their brothers seem to have to fight.

Suddenly, the hundreds of monks rushed to the forty-three platforms frantically!

In the chaos, Wang Lin had no time to check which monks occupied the remaining forty-two platforms. With his hands pinching, the wave of air surrounded the surroundings, forming a breath curtain to stop the more than ten people coming.

These more than ten cultivators, the highest cultivation level, is an old man who has reached the fourth decline of the heavenly beings. The other cultivators have different cultivation levels, but the weakest one is also in the late stage of Jing Nie.

Although these people have not had the highest cultivation level, they have burst out their full potential under the crisis of life and death. In addition, there are quite a few people, and they go straight to Wang Lin’s platform from all directions.

With a loud bang, the magical powers of these more than ten cultivators fell on the scattered air curtain that Wang Lin vibrated and twisted. The more than ten cultivators even crazily unleashed all the available artifacts and even took out magic weapons!

Everything is racing against time!

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he snorted coldly and waved his right hand, but it turned into a huge palm print, sweeping around. From a distance, a huge vortex formed as the palm print rotated.

The sound of boom was shocking. The palm print swept across and immediately filled with magical powers and most of the more than ten monks who wanted to rush up the platform, blew up and retreated with the strong wind transformed by the palm print.

The sea of ​​fog roared, and a large number of fog pillars surged into the sky, including some monks outside the Wang Lin platform, and dozens of monks around who were trying to steal the rest of the platforms, suddenly died under the fog pillar in a shrill scream.

The smell of blood was everywhere, and the lingering sound of screams was still there, making the hundreds of monks who had no platform protection even more crazy, roaring and rushing into the platforms like crazy.

After the more than ten cultivators died here, nine people were left. At this moment, they were red and their eyes came in a hurry. All kinds of magic weapons flashed out on them, and they combined with the magical techniques to impact.

Wang Lin's eyes filled with cold light, and he snorted coldly and took a step forward. In a blink of an eye, he came to a middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk looked ferocious. The moment Wang Lin appeared, a small sword of faint light flew out of his mouth and headed straight for Wang Lin.

This middle-aged monk, who was the most declining in his cultivation, looked like a man who was the most declining in his life. At the moment when the small light sword flashed out, Wang Lin's right fingers were faster than the flying sword, and he directly pointed it into the eyebrows.

Yuanli rushed into the human body frantically, and with a bang, the middle-aged monk's body collapsed and his soul perished. However, it did not dissipate, but turned into a blood mist, which was sucked into Wang Lin's body.

All of this was in a flash. After Wang Lin killed someone, he stepped to the side, but he easily avoided the oncoming light flying sword. Within one step, he came behind the white-haired old man.

He didn't pause, and raised his left hand and slapped it casually, and a bang fell on the old man's back heart. The old man was about to turn around, but his body was shocked and collapsed into blood mist, sucking into Wang Lin's left hand.

Wang Lin *** his lips and his body shook. When it appeared, it was next to another young monk. The young man looked pale and he retreated quickly without hesitation. He spewed out a mouthful of blood while pinching his hands. The blood turned into a huge blood-colored skull in the air, and he rushed to Wang Lin to swallow it with a silent roar.

Not only did Wang Lin not dodge, he headed straight for the young monk. Seeing that the blood-colored skull was about to swallow, Wang Lin's eyes showed a strange light and he roared forward!

With this low growl, even though the fog is roaring around, countless monks are fighting with violent sounds, under Wang Lin's low growl, all the sounds seem to be completely overwhelmed, replacing everything, and shaking the earth!

The blood-colored skull shook, but it seemed to be swept by an irresistible wind in the roar, and it dissipated shrillly. The young monk who was blowing and heading straight for retreating had no way to dodge. In an instant, he was swept by the strong wind. His body turned into a piece of blood smoke in the wind, and it was floating invisible.

Clean and neat, killing three people in a row!

But the killing did not stop. Although the remaining six people witnessed all this, they retreated and died at this moment. They had to rob them. They gritted their teeth and took advantage of Wang Lin's departure from the platform and stepped straight into the platform.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Wang Lin said coldly. If these six people left, he would not have killed them all. But at the moment, the six people were obsessed with it. Wang Lin stepped forward and pointed forward three times. In an instant, the sword energy rose up, but in Wang Lin's right finger, millions of sword energy roared out, turning into three parts, and headed straight for the fastest three people.

The three of them were two men and one woman. The sword energy was too fast and it was approaching in a blink of an eye. One of the middle-aged men looked ferocious when they were in crisis. They bent down and made extremely strange movements. Their hands were even more hung down, as if they were grasping the void. The moment the sword energy came, he roared and his hands suddenly lifted upwards.

Amid the roar, a purple light curtain appeared out of thin air, lifted up by the middle-aged monk's hands, turning into a huge light curtain to block the arrival of the sword energy.

With a loud bang, the middle-aged man spewed out blood, rolled back and retreated, the light curtain in front of him collapsed, the sword energy quickly approached, rushed into his body, causing the man to tremble and collapse.

There was also the middle-aged woman who also wanted to dodge her face with a pale face. Although her cultivation was not high, her speed was extremely fast, otherwise she would not have been able to approach others.

At this moment, he hurriedly dodged, and at the moment when the sword energy came, he moved away half of his body. With the roar, his right shoulder collapsed into pieces, but he screamed and avoided life and death.

The sword energy passed by and landed on a monk with a ferocious expression behind him. The monk died immediately.

Among the three, one died and one was injured. The last one was the fourth old man who was the declining man. The old man clasped his hands and nine black dragons were suddenly filled with his body. The dragon roared and roared, and it was spinning rapidly outside his body. With the sound of banging, the sword energy continued to hit, the old man retreated wildly. When he retreated, he raised his right hand and grabbed a monk next to him, blocking him.

All the sword energy entered the captured monk's body and tore his body to pieces.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Lin killed three people and then three more. At this moment, in the air of the platform, only the last three were left! Wang Lin's clothes were snow-white, with white bloodstains untainted. In one step, he landed on the place where he was standing before the platform. His eyes were like lightning, and he swept the three people and said coldly: "Get out!"

The cultivator who lost his right arm looked pale. Although death was terrible, she now had a stronger fear than death. In her eyes, the white-haired monk in white clothes was like an invincible mountain!

She doesn't want to die, so she has to retreat and go to the other platforms to grab it!

The old man who was the fourth person who was declining in heaven was also bloodless and turned around and retreated without hesitation. The last man who had the weakest cultivation and was not fast, so he avoided the killing disaster from Wang Lin, and at this moment he was exhausted and retreated quickly.

The roar suddenly erupted, but a platform in the distance was a thousand-foot mist rushed up to spread it, causing all the six monks who stepped into it to perish.

It was not over, and the thousand-foot mist appeared again under another platform, destroying it.

In just a short time, there were only twenty-eight monks left on forty-three platforms. The number of hundreds of monks who did not have a platform decreased sharply, leaving only less than eighty people.

Wang Lin stood on the platform and looked coldly. No monk dared to approach him. The previous scenes of killing disasters were enough to shock people.

As Wang Lin glanced at him, he saw the girl who was exterminated. The woman occupied a platform, and the light flashed in the middle of her eyebrows crossed her head, but there was a soft light covering her platform. No matter how the monks around him were besieged, it was just twisted and shaking, but it did not collapse.

In addition to this girl, there were five others, which also attracted Wang Lin's attention.

The first person was naturally the woman in white with long hair and buttocks. The woman was just standing there silently, looking at the horizon in the distance. Before she could step in, all the monks who were close to her platform screamed in a shrill voice, leaving black blood in their eyes, and black air all over their body, as if they were poisoned.

There was another man, a middle-aged monk. He was wearing a cloth robes of wine in his left hand and a seven-foot sword in his right hand.

"The ancient language says... Three cups of snort, and the Five Mountains are lighter..." The middle-aged monk drank a sip of wine, swung his sword in his right hand casually, and he didn't see any movement. The tip of his sword penetrated the eyebrows of a monk who rushed up. When he was drawing the sword, a stream of blood spurted out from the eyebrows of the dead monk, landing on the platform, forming the shape of a plum blossom.

On that platform, more than a dozen blood-colored plum blossoms bloomed!

There was even one man in purple robe. His expression was gloomy and filled with a yin energy. With his big sleeves swung across, a thousand-foot-foot fish wandered behind him, swallowing all the nearby monks into his abdomen.
Chapter completed!