Chapter 1637: The Technique of Determination

With the roar, Wang Lin's figure turned into a bolt of lightning and headed straight into the deep pit on the ground that was smashed out. In a blink of an eye, Wang Lin's figure approached the deep pit. At this moment, a muffled roar of extreme anger burst out from the deep pit.

As the sound appeared, there were also a series of golden lights. The color of the golden light was dim and looked a little purple, not pure. It flashed out of the deep pit at this moment, and with the roar, a shocking impact erupted.

It seemed as if a storm collapsed in the deep pit, and it was all vented quickly along the mouth of the deep pit. When Wang Lin approached, it was the moment when this dark golden light burst out. The strong wind whistled, rolling Wang Lin's long hair and clothes, as if he wanted to scatter his body and all his spiritual senses.

"You dare to attack me, you offend the power of immortality, you must die!" The roar was mixed with endless anger. In the flash of golden light, a thin figure rushed out of the deep pit. His figure was blurred, and he could only see a dark gold glare gathered together.

Wang Lin snorted coldly. His cultivation level broke through the empty gate and shattered the heavenly tribulation. At this moment, he was already in the middle stage of the Ethereal Realm. Even immortals, ordinary people are definitely not his opponents.

The moment the thin figure rushed out, Wang Lin took a step forward, raised his right hand, and grabbed the void ahead casually. Under this grab, the color of heaven and earth changed, as if countless rules were twisted by Wang Lin's grab in an instant, as if in his hands, all the rules of heaven and earth would lose their trajectory and must follow Wang Lin's divine will.

The thin figure wanted to struggle, but no matter how he resisted, it had no effect. Finally, in a horrifying scream, his thin body was grabbed by Wang Lin's void.

With a fierce pinch, the thin figure roared all over his body, as if he was about to collapse, but in the end he was just a blood mist sprayed out and did not collapse.

Wang Lin exclaimed lightly. In his eyes, this thin figure looked like an old man. He was not very good at his appearance, and there was nothing surprising. If he really said that there was, it was just that his body contained mixed immortal bloodlines. He looked extremely weak, but his body was a little surprised by Wang Lin.

"You are a cultivator in the lower realm, but you dare to attack the immortals. You still don't let me go! Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have a profound cultivation level. If I was not seriously injured in my early years, killing you would be like killing me..." The thin old man shouted urgently, and a proud look filled his face. Obviously, how did this person scold the so-called cultivator in the lower realm before the ancient times.

Wang Lin looked as usual, but after hearing the old man's words, his eyes flashed with cold light. He looked at the old man and raised his right hand and threw it directly into the sky. He pinched his right hand and pressed his palm towards the void of the old man being thrown out.

Under this palm, the sky and the earth roared, and the wind and clouds changed. However, a huge palm print transformed from Wang Lin's right hand, absorbing the power of the heaven and earth, turning into infinite power, and thundering from the earth toward the sky.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he wanted to destroy the sky and burst out a hole in the sky. The thin old man's face changed drastically, and he looked in disbelief. He wanted to dodge in a shrill scream, but almost instantly, the huge palm print roared and blasted past the thin old man's body.

The old man spitted out blood, his whole body thumped, and his left hand trembled and collapsed into flesh and blood dissipated. The old man looked frightened. He was still a little confused at this moment. In his memory, he was seriously injured after that war, and finally chose to enter an eight-and-a-half-star ancient god's body to heal and survive. His injuries have been almost improved over the past countless years. He realized that the ancient god embryo body he had chosen to be parasitic and healed was destroyed. He woke up in anger and recognized at a glance that Wang Lin was not an immortal, but an ant born in the cave world.

For such a person, as one of the guards of the Immortal Guards in his early years, he could deal with it at will. If there is any disagreement, he would kill him to vent his anger. It was precisely because of this deep-rooted idea that he chose to kill someone to vent his anger as before he fell asleep. However, before he could take action, the other party grabbed him with a powerful power that shocked his mind and threw him to the ground.

The fall caused the old man to feel severe pain, but he still did not wake up, but became even more angry. Until Wang Lin pinched his neck and blasted his left arm with a palm, he became frightened and woke up. Only then did he realize that the person in front of him was a little different from the ants in the lower realm that he saw all the immortals kneeling and bowing in his memory!

"Ni Xiu, you are Nei Xiu!!" The old man's voice exuded a look of disbelief, and he quickly retreated in a tremor.

Wang Lin looked as usual, and he swung his sleeves and took a step forward. With this step, he appeared directly behind the thin old man, raised his right hand and slapped the old man directly.

With a bang, the old man spat out blood in his scream, and was seriously injured again. His body staggered, his face pale and his eyes filled with horror.

"Impossible. The master set up the heavenly tribulation to prevent the occurrence of reverse cultivation. If the heavenly tribulation is present, there is no third step of reverse cultivation in this world. Such a thing will never happen!!

Not to mention the master, even in the many powerful caves on the Xiangang Continent, I have never heard of any ants from the lower realm who have achieved the third step in the cultivation of the lower realm. This…”

The old man wiped off the blood, turned around with a tragic smile, his eyes showing a mad look. He was an immortal, so he naturally had the means to save his life in despair. Moreover, he was a person who had experienced the great war that year a long time ago. He could survive that war without any weak!

While pinching hands with both hands, the old man bit his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood that emitted golden light. But the moment the blood was spurted out, Wang Lin's eyes flashed suddenly, raised his right hand, calmly pointed at the old man.

"Certainly!"

The old man's whole body shook, and the mouth of blood was completely fixed in front of him. His body, including his body, lost all movement at this moment, and even the rotation of time and the world stopped at this moment.

But this old man was an immortal after all. The moment he was fixed, his mind had a tremendous shock and a shock from his soul.

"The technique of deconcentration!!! This is the great power of the Immortal Lord, the technique of deconcentration!! How could he know this technique, how did he learn it, and who taught it to him!"

His thoughts stopped under the magic technique. Wang Lin looked calm and walked to the old man, looked at his horrified expression frozen on his face, raised his right hand and placed it on the heavenly spirit.
Chapter completed!