The picture changed again, the boy grew up and returned to the land that had been destroyed before. The seven-day red moon creatures were devastated and blood flowed into a river... In this picture, the colorful light also exists.

In another picture, the blood of the river rose up, killing many monks coming from afar. The man in blue turned around and left with sadness.

Wang Lin looked at the scenes that were flashing in the blood mist, and his mind was shaken. He saw Qingshui's past, Qingshui stepped into the fairy world, and saw Qingshui whose face was no longer evil, but showed a happy look.

Beside her, there was a woman standing. The woman's appearance was not beautiful, but she showed a gentle expression. She looked at Qingshui softly, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

In front of them was an old man, who was Bai Fan, who looked at the two of them with kindness and seemed to be saying something.

However, in this picture, there was still a colorful light appearing faintly in the sky, and his cold eyes were filled with a hint of strangeness, staring at Qingshui. This gaze appeared many times, and Wang Lin felt more and more strange as he looked at it. This gaze seemed to be looking in the mirror, like another self...

The blood mist surged, and in a flash, the picture inside changed immediately. This time, what was revealed was a drastic change that made Wang Lin’s eyes reveal solemnity and sadness!

In the picture, Qingshui sat cross-legged on the top of a mountain. When he was breathing, suddenly the colorful person in the sky stretched out his right hand and pointed it down.

At this point, Qingshui suddenly shook his body, his eyes suddenly opened, and his mind was replaced by a blood light and killing. A shocking roar came from his mouth, echoing the entire fairy world! Similarly, in the distance of this picture, Bai Fan was also there. He stared at the sky blankly, his expression showing an incredible look. He faintly seemed to feel something!

Qingshui, crazy!

The killing that had almost stopped on him for a long time, and at the moment of his madness, he came to the fairy world. Under the endless killing, Wang Lin saw many cultivators from the Thunder Immortal Realm tragically die in the hands of Qingshui. He was like a bloodthirsty demon, and the more he killed, the more he became, the more crazy he became!

Until the scene, in front of Qingshui, the woman appeared. The woman's eyes showed sadness, but still gentle. She died in Qingshui's hands, but her face hid the pain, and looked at Qingshui softly. Her jade hand raised seemed to touch her lover's face, but in the end, she put down weakly, closed her eyes, and said something...

It was this sentence and the hot blood before his death that made the crazy clear water wake up in an instant and emitted a shocking sad hiss that could only be heard after despair reached its limit!!

With this sad roar, the picture collapsed, and the blood mist was running, and it actually repeated it from the earliest first painting, constantly circulating.

There seems to be a kind of power that in this cruel way, Qingshui will constantly reappear the memory, so that it will always be in the midst of killing, madness, and sorrow, so that it will never be able to escape from it.

In this way, we stimulate the clear water and make the origin of killing in his body grow and become more and more solid...

Wang Lin felt that he had only known the story of Qingshui before, but now he saw it with his own eyes, which made him even more sad. He was sad for Qingshui's life and what he encountered.

"Senior Brother Qingshui, I, Wang Lin, have tried everything today and want to rescue you!" Wang Lin turned around firmly, no longer watching the circulation scene in the blood mist, but walked like a rainbow and headed straight for the Xuanwu real body below that which had the soul of Qingshui below!

This Xuanwu is so big that it is as big as the entire Seven Color Realm. Although it has been petrified, the aura it emits is extremely powerful. As Wang Lin approaches, the aura becomes more and more clearly felt by him.

He even had an illusion that this Xuanwu was not dead, but sleeping!

"To save Qingshui, first remove his soul!" With Wang Lin's attainment in the formation ban, he could have seen at this moment that this petrified Xuanwu was the key to breaking this formation!

If the Xuanwu, who had not collapsed the soul, would be impossible to remove the ten sharp thorns on Qingshui's body! Wang Lin is very sure of this!

As he stepped forward, he suddenly rushed down, raised his right hand and clenched his fist. The ancient power in his body condensed, turning into an illusory fist, and headed straight for the Xuanwu.

As soon as the fist came out, a strong wind immediately covered it, and it fell directly on Xuanwu's back below with a loud bang. However, with a loud bang, Xuanwu's whole body shook, but there was no damage at all.

On the contrary, there was a powerful force that fell in front of Wang Lin, causing Wang Lin's body to be immediately impacted by the rewinding force and retreated dozens of feet backwards.

"Open it for me!" Wang Lin's eyes turned red, and he took another step forward with a roar. With his right hand raised, he punched forward ten punches in a row! Each punch was the full power of his seven-star ancient god. With his roar, his fist seemed to turn into a storm that rolled the world, and rushed towards Xuanwu wildly under the roar.

The sound of booming came from the sky and the earth. The petrified Xuanwu's body shook, but his back was so hard that it was unimaginable. There was no sign of fragmentation in these ten punches. At the same time, the anti-shock power was even more overwhelming, and he swung straight to Wang Lin.

A crack sound suddenly came from Wang Lin's right arm, and his body retreated a hundred feet away again, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but Wang Lin's expression was even more ferocious.

At this moment, at the moment when the roar echoed throughout the seven-color world, a muffled hissing came faintly from the Xuanwu's body. The hissing could not be heard by the flesh ears, and only the mind could have a slight sense.

At this moment of hissing, on the 100,000 mountain transformed by the 100,000 thorns, the 100,000 monks immediately roared one by one. Their bodies seemed to have recovered, and they were suddenly pulled out of the thorns that penetrated their bodies. As blood sprayed, the wounds on their bodies squirmed strangely and healed instantly.

From outside, except for the broken clothes, there was no sign of injury. The 100,000 monks' eyes showed madness, and they immediately roared to the sky and rushed towards Wang Lin from all directions. All kinds of magical powers immediately spread in their hands, covering the colorful world under the colorful lights.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and a golden flame in his left eye waved his left hand and burst out. Although the flame turned golden, the virtual fire was still there. As it spread, it immediately enveloped the rushing monks around him.

However, no virtual fire was born in the bodies of these 100,000 monks. There was only one explanation for this phenomenon. These 100,000 monks were not living people at all. They had long been dead. Although they seemed to survive one by one, they were actually controlled by some strange power.

Although there was no virtual fire, Wang Lin's flame that became the immortal fire was extremely powerful than the first battle of the Sea of ​​Clouds. As it spread, it immediately burned violently, and golden thunder thunder burst out and swept into all directions. The sound of the sky and the earth was surging, and countless casualties were injured.

But at this moment, the nearly 100,000 monks were suddenly collapsed and exploded in the moment when the golden sea of ​​fire and the immortal thunder roared. The flesh and blood splattered everywhere. All the flesh and blood of the 100,000 monks immediately condensed and wriggled together. As they continued to condense and wriggle, in a blink of an eye, they formed a huge sword that was almost as high as the heaven and earth!

This knife is a flesh-and-blood sword. It is composed of the bodies of 100,000 monks. It is lifted up and covers the sky, forming a huge shadow covering the earth.

From a distance, you can see countless twisted faces and many broken limbs and arms in the blade. The flesh-and-blooded sword suddenly raised the moment it appeared, whistling and wailing from hundreds of thousands of cultivators, and quickly slashed at Wang Lin!

A crisis filled Wang Lin's mind. He could still retreat at this moment, leave this colorful world without paying attention to Qingshui's life and death, but how could he do it! He couldn't do it!

A crazy sense of pride appeared in his eyes. Wang Lin slapped his right hand on his eyebrows. Suddenly, the seven golden star dots between his eyebrows rotated rapidly, and his body suddenly expanded, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a thousand-foot-meter-old ancient god!

The moment the flesh and blood sword came, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pushed it towards the sky. With a bang, the flesh and blood sword came and directly touched his right hand.

Wang Lin's whole body shook suddenly. He clearly felt that countless resentment and murderous auras rushed into his body like a storm from the knife, and a powerful force came from the knife, shaking his body!

This is the physical power of 100,000 cultivators, all of which were condensed together. This power was even changed by some strange magical power. After being expanded several times, it could already hurt the seven-star ancient god!

But Wang Lin's body did not retreat at all. The impact force was forcibly left in his body by him. He roared and waved his right hand upwards. With a bang, he bounced the flesh and blood sword hundreds of feet up.

"I don't have enough strength, come again!" Wang Lin's voice echoed, and the flesh-and-blooded sword that was bounced up was even more violent, and it came again!

The sound of boom continued to echo, and as it became more and more intense, the flesh and blood sword actually slashed hundreds of times in a row as it came! These hundreds of slashes turned into the final sword, as if they were about to cut Wang Lin in half and suddenly fell down.

At this moment, Wang Lin let go of all the repulsion power, causing his body to burst out ten thousand of his power in this instant. This was a brief fusion of immortals and gods. The moment this strange power exploded, it was enough to kill the early stage power of the eagle. The previous Master Tianzhao was killed when Wang Lin's ten thousand of his power was exploded!

With the roar of Juetian, Wang Lin was shocked and swallowed the blood that was about to be spewed out. He borrowed all the impact power that descended on his body and integrated it into himself. With the power of the other party, his body retreated towards the petrified Xuanwu below at a speed that he had never seen before!

The speed of his retreat was too fast, and it fell from mid-air in the blink of an eye. When he fell down and approached Xuanwu, Wang Lin suddenly turned around. For the first time in his life, after the power of the ancient god was erupting, he also used both hands, clenched his fists, and roared hard at the back of the petrified Xuanwu!

"Broken to me!!"
Chapter completed!