Qingshui's body trembled violently. The thorn on his chest was pulled by Wang Lin and pulled out several inches from his flesh. A suction force came out of his wound, locking the thorn firmly, allowing Wang Lin to clearly feel it when he pulled it.

Even as he pulled the thorn, a strange aura directly spread from the thorn into Wang Lin's heart. At this moment, Wang Lin's heartbeat increased rapidly. The pounding and pounding sound seemed to be beating a drum, and it was crazily transmitted from Wang Lin's body.

Beat, beating, the heartbeat sounded faster and faster. In just a moment, it almost formed into a group, turning into a piercing pain that surged into Wang Lin's body.

"This first thorn seals his heart!" At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin paused, he hadn't noticed anything before. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound, his pupils shrank, he slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

The mountain where Qingshui is located floats in the air, separated from the colorful index finger. As its soul is freed from the Xuanwu, the colorful index finger slowly dissipates into the colorful realm.

But the moment Wang Lin looked back, the dissipated colorful index finger appeared again, but the colorful light on it was not strong, faintly. Under Wang Lin's gaze, the colorful index finger seemed to collapse and became a bit of colorful crystal light. It did not spread, but condensed again and turned into a vague colorful figure.

Although this figure was blurry, his eyes were clear and he looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent, the ancient god star point between his eyebrows rotated rapidly, and the ancient demon star in his right eye also turned. He pinched his left hand and let go of the sharp thorn in his right hand, including the seal.

"Don't be nervous, you can continue to save him, I won't stop you..." The vague colorful figure spoke quietly.

Wang Lin did not relax at all. The gaze of this colorful figure made him recognize at a glance that it was the colorful person he had seen in the blood mist picture before!

Wang Lin knows a lot about Qicai. He has colorful statues and has seen the colorful Taoist refining Taoist spirits. He even saw the same colorful Taoist in that illusion in the ancient cemetery.

Looking at the colorful blurred figure in front of him, he could not determine whether the other party was the person who made his scalp numb, but the faint aura that came from the other party's body was not fluctuating at all, and he was very calm.

"The ancient Taoist inheritance... the immortal body... the five origins... there are indeed many secrets on your body." The colorful blurred figure was still quiet, as if it came from nothingness.

"Who are you?" Wang Lin's heart was shocked, but his expression did not change at all. If the other party was really the person he analyzed, then he would not be surprised to find his own secret.

"If you were someone else, any of the secrets on you could be called a great fortune... But for me, it is useless for the time being..." The colorful blurred figure shook his head, raised his right hand and pointed at Qingshui, looked at Wang Lin, and said quietly: "You continue, this is a chance I have given you. If you can save him, take him away. If you can't save him, leave here... This is your only chance."

Wang Lin let go of the mark with his right hand in silence, and instead of turning around, he grabbed the sharp thorn in Qingshui's chest. The moment he grabbed, the previous breath that had rushed into his heart enveloped him again.

Under the breath, Wang Lin's heart started to hurt violently, but he held back, grabbed Nali Tsui tightly, and slowly pulled it out.

The more he pulled it out, the more painful Wang Lin's heart would hurt, as if one hand grabbed his heart and wanted to crush it! Fortunately, his body was the body of an ancient god, and his recovery power was amazing. At this moment, as the sting came, he was also rapidly healing.

"The Tao ancient inheritance body is indeed good... Ye Mo scattered three thousand blood, retaining the inheritance seeds without wasting in vain..." The colorful blurred figure looked at Wang Lin and spoke slowly.

At the moment when the heart pain reached its extreme, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with golden light, and his right hand suddenly shook out, and immediately pulled the first thorn out of Qingshui's chest! Qingshui gritted his teeth, his body trembled continuously, but no sound was made. However, his face covered by his random hair had already bulged with blue veins, and his expression twisted in pain.

Blood filled Qingshui's chest and was about to erupt, Wang Lin pinched his left hand and pointed it directly at the wound at an extremely fast speed. The mark flashed and the blood slowly disappeared.

Wang Lin was silent. The repulsive power in his body was thundering at this moment. The interweaving of immortal power and the power of Dao Gu made noises constantly come out of his body. Under this repulsive power, the sharp thorns outside Wang Lin's body collapsed one by one.

Only those that remain deeply in the flesh take root as if they have grown inside.

Just as the back of the petrified Xuanwu was shattered and the 100,000 pier pier penetrated, Wang Lin used the light and shadow shield and used the ancient god's blessing. All of this was hidden in the pier that was everywhere, and outsiders could not see it.

But even so, it still cannot completely stop the impact of this sharp thorn, so it can only delay it slightly.

Standing there for a moment, Wang Lin's heart stinging pain slowly dissipated, he glanced at the colorful blurred figure, threw the sharp thorn in his hand, pressed the second sharp thorn on Qingshui's throat, and held it hard.

"This second thorn seals his tendons!"

Wang Lin's eyes flashed slightly and said in a deep voice: "Dao Gu Yemo three thousand blood, I don't know what you mean!"

The colorful figure seemed to laugh, shook his head and said, "If you can pull out three thorns, I can tell you a secret about Daogu..."

Wang Lin couldn't figure out the thoughts of this colorful and vague person. The other party tried every means to pay attention to Qingshui when she was still a mortal, changing Qingshui's life and leaving him in a state of grief, anger and despair. Finally, he arranged such a formation here for the origin of killing.

But now, with the appearance of the other party, the waves of words, and the seemingly indifferent expression, Wang Lin questioned his previous speculation.

In Wang Lin's opinion, the inattention of this colorful person's spiritual consciousness is not a false act, but a true act, and he does not care at all...

"What is he doing..." Wang Lin grabbed the second thorn in Qingshui's throat in silence and pulled it out hard. Under this pull, all the tendons in Wang Lin's body were stretched out, as if his body was infinitely stretched. He tried this pain when he opened the bow before. Although it was severely painful, he could bear it.

He pulled it hard and banged it, and the second thorn was pulled out by him!

Qingshui gritted her teeth tightly and let out a muffled groan. Her whole body was filled with sweat, enduring the indescribable pain.

Wang Lin's face was pale and pressed his right hand on Qingshui's left arm.

"This third thorn, and the fourth thorn on his right arm, sealed his spiritual sense!" The colorful man said slowly, his voice neither fast nor slow.

Wang Lin roared lowly, grabbed the third thorn with his right hand, and pulled it out suddenly. During this pull, his spiritual sense was immediately bombarded by a powerful force from the third thorn. In his feeling, it seemed as if his spiritual sense was spreading and was severely injured.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Wang Lin pulled out the third thorn with a ferocious look. At the same time, he did not pause at all. He grabbed the fourth thorn on Qingshui's right arm and pulled it out hard again.

With this pull, Wang Lin's severely injured spiritual sense was once again hit by the powerful force. There was a roar in his mind, his body trembled, and blood was spewing out again. The repulsive force in his body swung, causing his body to tremble continuously.

Qingshui's arms were lowered, and he suddenly looked up and looked at Wang Lin. His eyes seemed to be unable to see the colorful person, only Wang Lin. His eyes were sad, relieved, and excited.

Wang Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly at Qingshui, but soon, his expression condensed. Everything around Wang Lin was reflected in Qingshui's pupils, but in it, Wang Lin only saw his figure, without the colorful ones.

"He can't see me... Only you can see here. You are a very interesting spiritual practitioner. Like the little practitioner who believed in the source of war, they are all abnormalities here... If I weren't sure you had nothing to do with me, I wouldn't have believed that the power of creation is so wonderful." The colorful figure seemed to sigh.

"He said I have nothing to do with him...what does this mean...believe in Zhanyuan? Could it be that what this person said was the dead Zhan Konglie, or...War Old Ghost!" Wang Lin could not see through the colorful figure, his eyes flashed, and he slowly spoke: "Dao Gu's three thousand blood, I don't know what it meant!"

The colorful man smiled, looked at Wang Lin, and started to speak softly with a hint of memory.

"There was no ancient country cultivator here at the beginning, and there was no Taoist Gu Ye lonely... But he still came. Before his death, he swept away three thousand blood from his clan, one thousand ancient gods, one thousand ancient demons, and one thousand ancient demons. As time goes by, these three thousand bloods may be fused or diluted.

This is the origin of your ancient tribes here.”

Wang Lin was shocked. He would not believe all the other party's words, but these words were very similar to what the ancient demon soul in the war drum said when he was in the Land of Demon Spirits!

The ancient demon Beiro once said that the first generation of anti-cultivation in ancient times died in battle with the heavenly way. After his death, the ancient tribe gradually emerged with ancient gods, ancient demons, and ancient demons!

The three ancient tribes were the second generation of rebellious cultivation!

Although this statement is different from what the colorful person said now, if the two are combined, there will be a clear truth!

"Dao Gu Yemo was attracted by the immortal master or the colorful person in front of him. That battle was the battle between ancient wars and heavenly ways as the ancient demon Beiro said!
Chapter completed!