Chapter 155 The Remnant Shadow of Sword Cultivator

If the stalemate continues, he will definitely suffer. The time for the Dragon Fighting Formation is two incense sticks, and now it has taken half of the time. What should we do? Jie Donglai will calculate in his heart.

Originally, he planned to let the sword formation of the Jiedan-stage cultivator trap the other party for a little while. With just a little time, he could take action immediately and kill the other party in one fell swoop. But at the critical moment, the elders were actually afraid. He took action himself, but unfortunately, he didn't expect that the other party would see through the reality of the situation.

At this time, he was unable to get rid of the tiger, so he stared at Wang Lin and remained silent.

Wang Lin glanced at the other party, pulled Li Muwan back ten feet again, and the sarcasm inside his eyes became even stronger. Jie Donglai sighed inwardly, his body retreated and landed on the dragon head. He took a deep breath and said calmly: "Forget it, I admit defeat." As he said that, he lightly pointed the dragon head under his feet, and waves of spiritual power flowed back into the dragon head from his body.

The faint light in the dragon's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a circle of thick aura of spiritual power spread rapidly from the dragon's head. Jie Donglai's body also trembled with the passage of spiritual power, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

Slowly, his expression became more and more painful, and his swollen body slowly shrank. Finally, he was breathing heavily and half-kneeled on the dragon head. His whole body seemed to have been aging for decades. He raised his head and said weakly: "I admit defeat. From now on, I will listen to your order. This is the order of the head of the Dou Xie Sect." As he said that, he took out a triangular purple-red token the size of a palm with trembling hands, and forced out a trace of spiritual power with difficulty. This order immediately floated forward slowly.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he looked at Jie Donglai, and then looked at the token again. Suddenly, his eyes closed, and he pulled Li Muwan back several feet without saying a word.

The moment Wang Lin retreated, a afterimage of Jie Donglai appeared in front of him. The afterimage turned into a sword light and stabbed Wang Lin in an extremely fast speed.

Wang Lin's speed was already very fast, but it was still not as fast as the flying sword. After retreating more than thirty feet, the flying sword flashed out and stabbed into his chest. The speed of the flying sword was too fast, almost no less than the teleportation of the crystal light sword.

In the flash of lightning, the flying sword stabbed his chest. At this moment, the flying sword suddenly stopped, and the defense of the dragon's leather armor blocked a little. Wang Lin's two fingers on his right hand were clamped on the sword body as if they were pliers.

Wang Lin's face was gloomy. The other party's flying sword was hard to defend. Fortunately, his distance was more than a hundred feet. From the shooting out of the flying sword, it was more or less delayed. Otherwise, the ghost would be unimaginable.

The flying sword trembled a few times and immediately shattered from the center. A black flame radiated from the sword. It silently wrapped the entire sword body and quickly turned into ashes.

The moment the black flame appeared, Wang Lin let go of his fingers and stared at Jie Donglai above the dragon head with a cold light.

Jie Donglai's eyes showed regret, and his body turned into ashes and disappeared. This last blow was his trump card and his biggest secret in his life.

"This... he is a sword cultivator!" Li Muwan gently covered her mouth, her face was filled with shock. The scene just now made her heart still tremble.

There were many sword cultivators in ancient times, but now few people have only cultivated a flying sword, but instead regarding the flying sword as one of their own magic weapons.

Sword cultivators, both in speed and attack, are more than a few points higher than ordinary cultivators. At the same time, there are many sword cultivators. Only by practicing the top-level mantra and obtaining a top-grade flying sword can they truly exert the terrible strength of the sword cultivator.

Jie Donglai's sword cultivator's mantra was obviously not good, and the quality of the flying sword was also ordinary. Otherwise, with the strong attack power of the sword cultivator, with his mid-stage cultivation of the elixir, he would have been able to sweep across Nandou City long ago, and would not have been suppressed here.

Fight alone, his flying sword can still win by surprise, but if there are too many enemies and he cannot disperse the attack, he will only have one chance to take action.

The last blow was when Jie Donglai shot out the sword pill from the sword cultivator in his body. The sword pill was actually his golden elixir. He originally planned to win by surprise, but unfortunately, he failed in the end.

As soon as Jie Donglai died, the happiest one was the two brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei. They looked at each other and immediately understood it. At the same time, they bowed to the ground in the direction where Wang Lin was and whispered: "Welcome to the head!"

Shangguan Mo secretly scolded the Mu brothers for being shameless, but then he quickly came to Wang Lin with a serious expression and bent down and said respectfully: "Congratulations to Master for becoming the head of the Dou Xie Sect."

The ten elders who formed the sword formation of the Douxie Sect also put away their flying swords at this time, with a look of embarrassment on their faces. After a little silence, they bent down to bow to the direction where Wang Lin was, and their intentions were self-evident.

As for the tens of thousands of disciples on the dragon scale, all of their spiritual power was consumed by Jie Donglai. At this time, they all struggled to get up. Looking at the blood-red word "Zhu" above Wang Lin's head, which seemed to be dripping blood at any time, and greeted him loudly.

Wang Lin was not happy when Jie Donglai died, but felt helpless. There was no right or wrong in the world of cultivation. There was only the prey of the weak. In order to survive, he could only interrupt the root cause that threatened him. If he did not come to him, then what was waiting for him would be the endless counterattack of the Douxie Sect.

If you want to protect yourself, then everyone must know that he is a person who cannot be provoked. Once provoked, the consequences will be very serious. Wang Lin's first establishment of authority in the sea of ​​demons was over at this time.

This time, the authority was very successful. At least within a radius of one million miles of Nandou City, almost everyone knew it. With the majesty accumulated from the sea of ​​blood and corpse mountain, all those who tried to be greedy for the killing order quickly gave up their thoughts.

Looking at the kneeling of thousands of monks under his feet, Wang Lin raised his head and looked into the inner sea from afar, and said silently in his heart: "Teng Huayuan, in order to avenge, whether it is immortal or demon, as long as he can improve his strength, even if he becomes a peerless demon king, what if he is!!!"

He sneered at the corner of his mouth, glanced at Shangguan Mo, and said, "From today on, you are the head of the Dou Xie Sect!"

Shangguan Mo was stunned and was about to speak, but when he saw the cold light in Wang Lin's eyes, his heart trembled. He quickly swallowed what he wanted to say and said it quickly.

"Prepare a secret room for me, I'm going to go into seclusion." Wang Lin threw away the words coldly, relaxed his body, and pulled Li Muwan to jump towards the Douxie Sect.

The secret room was soon ready, and it was the retreat place built by Jie Donglai for himself. It was inside the dragon head that Wang Lin sat cross-legged, looked at Li Muwan, who had a complicated face beside him, and said calmly: "After I go into seclusion, I will send you back. Now, you can move freely." As he said that, he closed his eyes and meditated, silent.

Li Muwan stared at Wang Lin in a daze, and after a long time, she whispered: "Thank you..." After saying that, she felt heartbroken in her heart and turned around and left Longtou.

After she left, Wang Lin opened his eyes. There was no trace of the ruthlessness in his eyes, but a rare confusion appeared. This confusion became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a sad look. In his mind, he couldn't control his thoughts back then...

"Tiezhu, you are not young anymore. In recent years, many people have come to the matchmaker to say they have a marriage. Mom has heard that immortals can get married. Since you are back, don't leave first. Go and meet with Mom. If you have any good things, let's talk about coming back in the same room."

"Little bastard, you are so old in the village, and all the children are running away all over the floor."

"Damn, you said you're worried all day long. Our Tiezhu is an immortal. Do you know the immortal? Can you find a wife to be a mortal? Tiezhu means to find you an immortal's daughter-in-law back, do you know?"

"What's the good thing about immortals? Even if you are immortals, you can never go home for five years. If I had an immortal daughter-in-law, they might not come back once every ten years."

"Okay, listen to your father. You are so wise that you look down on the girls in the village. Mom is waiting to see what kind of return you can get."

"Mom, don't worry, your son will definitely bring you a good wife back."

Gradually, two blood and tears flowed down from the corner of Wang Lin's eyes, and his fist clenched tightly. After a long time, he wiped the blood and tears from the corner of his eyes, slapped the wall with his right hand, and suddenly the dragon's mouth slowly closed, and the dragon's teeth bit it without any gap.

After setting up a few more formations around him, Wang Lin pressed his right hand on his eyebrows, his spiritual consciousness condensed on the sea of ​​consciousness and the sky beads, and his body suddenly disappeared. At this moment, the huge "Zhu" word that wrapped around his head disappeared.

This was the first time Wang Lin entered the Tianni space after he entered the Dan stage. The moment he entered, Shangguan Mo, who was shouting loudly with the elders of the Dan stage, suddenly trembled. He could clearly feel that the terrifying evil star had disappeared.

To be precise, his soul blood disappeared without any trace, which immediately made him startled and frightened again. His body quickly jumped out and looked at the dragon head. After a long time, he slowly turned around, and his face was full of surprise.

Li Muwan, who had just walked off the dragon body, was also stunned. She looked up at the dragon head, was silent for a little, and sighed softly.

Somewhere in the dream space, Situ Nan's huge Nascent Soul floated cross-legged in the air, his eyes closed, and close to his transparent body, and there were hidden spiritual power flowing. Beside him, two faint milky white light balls floated quietly on both sides.

Wang Lin stood under the Nascent Soul, stared at the two light balls in a daze, knelt on the ground weakly, kowtowed a few times, and muttered to himself: "Dad, mom, don't worry, Tiezhu will definitely bring you a good wife back, but it's not now..."

After a long time, Wang Lin took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at Situ Nan's Nascent Soul. His eyes showed deep gratitude and whispered: "Situ, don't worry, I have formed a pill now. After that, the Nascent Soul, transforming into a god, will one day reach the stage of infancy change. At that time, I will definitely send you out from here and choose a body for you. This is my Wang Lin, my promise to you!"
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