Chapter 1638 The seal appears

Wang Lin fell down with his right hand, and with his majestic cultivation, he condensed his spiritual consciousness and rushed directly into the thin old man's heavenly spirit like a flood, turning into a silent whistling, sweeping the spiritual consciousness and all flesh and blood in the old man's body.

A bang sound suddenly came from the old man's body, his expression was distorted, as if he had suffered unimaginable pain. In this pain, the old man was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his body trembled violently under the immobilization technique.

In just a moment, the old man's calming technique slightly dissipated in the severe pain, causing the old man's pain to turn into shrill screams.

He wanted to break free from Wang Lin's control, but no matter how hard he struggled, Wang Lin's right hand was as hard as a mountain, and he tightly held the old man Tianling, so that he had no chance to escape.

The tragic roars made the old man sweat all over his body, his eyes showed despair, and his face turned pale.

"You have committed the crime of killing immortals, and you will not die well!! I am a fairy under the command of the Immortal Lord. I have the bloodline of an immortal. If you kill me today, you will definitely have a disaster in the future!!"

"A lot of nonsense!" Wang Lin looked calm, and his right hand slammed hard, and his spiritual sense rushed into the old man's body again, gathering in his sea of ​​consciousness, wanting to obtain all his memories.

Just as Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness entered the memory of this thin old man, in the depths of this ancient fairyland, in the center of the many statues that filled the earth, there were four huge statues of the ancient tribes of the Qitian tribe standing.

It was quiet all around, as if it had been here since ancient times. At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed from one of the statues.

"Zhu Bi, your descendant is not weak in cultivation, but it's too overestimated and actually wants to search for the memories of Shixian! Although Shixian is not as good as me, he has the bloodline of immortals. How could this little ants be able to search for it!" The voice rose up with sarcasm.

"He came through the third step of the heavenly tribulation, and even took out his own destiny from the ninth sun of the heavenly tribulation. This kind of thing is incredible, but he did it. Baihu, you are so ridiculed. If it were you, as a cultivator in the lower realm, could you do this..." With a cold snorkeling, a sound of vicissitudes came from another statue.

"If it were me, I might not be able to do it! The memory of the immortals is sealed by the Immortal Lord. This is a fortune that only my core sect of the Seven Dao Sect can enjoy. It is not surprising that this little ant can kill the Shixian who is seriously injured and recovering, but I decided that if he tries to break the seal of the Immortal Lord, he is seeking death!" The previous sarcastic voice sneered.

"Okay, why bother quarrel over this? Zhuque, your descendant is indeed overestimating. If he dies under the seal of the Immortal Lord, will it affect your plan?" A third voice came from another statue.

"He is not the one I plan to do, and I was a little surprised that he was the first to come here..." After a long silence, Zhuque's voice rose faintly.

"This son is not yet ordinary. He is the first person who reverses the third step in my life. Unfortunately, he is a lowly cultivator in the lower realm. If he were in my Xiangang Continent, this son would definitely become famous! But he shouldn't have searched the soul. The seal of the Immortal Lord, we can't break it even if we join forces. If he doesn't have half a stick of incense, he will die... It's a pity..." A fourth voice came from the last statue, and regrets were revealed in the voice.

The voices of the four people gradually dissipated and returned to calm. Even the Zhuque sighed in his heart. He knew Wang Lin and knew the other party, but he also did not think that Wang Lin could break the seal of the Immortal Lord.

In the thin old man's sea of ​​consciousness, his spiritual consciousness had already formed a realm and was strictly blocked on the outside, forming a thick fog to prevent Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness from entering.

This situation was not the first time Wang Lin encountered it. He also encountered the same thing when he searched for the memory of a woman in silver. In the fog of the silver-clothed woman's consciousness, the colorful statue appeared in the fog that sealed the memory.

Today, in the thin old man's sea of ​​consciousness, Wang Lin once again saw the thick fog. His spiritual sense paused slightly and immediately condensed together. Outside the thin old man's sea of ​​consciousness, Wang Lin's figure transformed out with the condensation of his spiritual sense.

This scene was very strange. In the vast world of the ancient fairyland outside, Wang Lin closed his eyes and pressed his right hand against the thin old man Tian Ling who was constantly trembling and struggling and screaming.

But inside, Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness condensed into a soul and appeared outside the old man's sea of ​​consciousness fog. Like his physical appearance, Wang Lin's spiritual spirit was also wearing a white dress and had white hair.

He stood there, looking at the rolling fog in front of him. The fog contained an indescribable pressure, as if it was a seal, with this seal here, which could prevent all soul-searching techniques.

"The woman in silver has such a seal, and this thin old man also has such a seal. It's interesting. It seems that all the immortals under the Immortal Lord are like this."

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and a light gradually lit up in his eyes. He lacked his cultivation level backwards and gave up outside the spiritual consciousness of the silver-clothed woman. In addition to the reason for his cultivation level, there is another reason. If he forcibly breaks it, no matter whether it succeeds or not, it will cause great harm to the silver-clothed woman.

But the thin old man at the moment would not make Wang Lin feel guilty at all. Although this old man had no hatred with him, he would not die. If he met Wang Lin, who did not know that all this was just a cave inside and outside the world, Wang Lin would not kill him.

But now, Wang Lin already understood everything. Wang Lin felt an indescribable hatred in his heart for the Immortal Lord of the Cave and all the immortals under his command!

Especially the disappearance of Li Muwan's fateful aura made Wang Lin's hatred reach its peak.

With a cold snorting, Wang Lin walked towards the fog in the sea of ​​consciousness of the thin old man. His figure was like a meteor, and he was approaching instantly under the shocking roar. He raised his right hand and waved it suddenly, but saw a strong wind appear out of thin air, turning into a storm and thundering straight for the fog.

The fog was swept and broke wildly around. In a blink of an eye, a gap was rolled out in the fog in front of Wang Lin. At the moment the gap was formed, Wang Lin stepped into it and his figure disappeared into the fog.

In the fog, Wang Lin walked forward rapidly, and the fog passed by separated by itself in front of him, as if a passage had formed. As Wang Lin moved forward, he gradually entered the depths of the fog.

Just as he stepped into the depths of the fog, suddenly, in the fog in front, a colorful light suddenly flashed out. The colorful light was extremely eye-catching in the dark fog, forming a dazzling light, which made Wang Lin's eyes squint.

Following his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the depths of the fog, in a thin fog penetrated by colorful lights.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, his whole body was covered with colorful light. When he sat there, a huge pressure burst out, causing all spirits to tremble in front of him, and he could not take a step.

This colorful man is not the person Wang Lin met in the Zhaohe Colorful Realm, but the real body of the colorful statue in his storage crack!

This was the second time that Wang Lin saw the other person. He was silent for a moment, with a cold light in his eyes, and walked forward without thinking. He raised his right hand and pinched his fingers. The thin old man's sea of ​​consciousness immediately rolled and thumped, but he saw a huge palm print that suddenly appeared in front of Wang Lin. With his palm slapped, the palm print banged up, directly penetrated the fog, and headed straight for the middle-aged man cross-legged.

This man is a seal, a seal that prevents anyone from searching for the immortals under his command!

The huge palm print immediately approached the middle-aged man cross-legged in an instant, and passed by, penetrated through his body, but at the moment of penetration, the palm print collapsed silently. This scene was extremely strange. If you even look closely, you can clearly see that the palm print did not completely touch the other party, but collapsed and disintegrated three inches outside the other party's body.

Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and as the palm print collapsed, his right hand raised, and pointed in front of him, an air wave immediately emerged along Wang Lin's finger. The air wave turned into a whirlpool, approaching in a whirlpool. This time, Wang Lin looked very carefully. He saw that the air wave vortex was also silently three inches away from the middle-aged man's body.

Wang Lin stared at the middle-aged man, swung his sleeves and took a step forward, came closer in person, raised his right hand, and his fingers formed a sword to rotate the ancient god star in his eyebrows. The majestic power of the ancient god merged into his fingers, so that Wang Lin's fingers could blow away the earth and even break a cultivation star.

With such power, his fingers were getting closer and closer to the middle-aged man with a loud bang, and in an instant he approached three inches.

The moment he entered the three-inch boundary, Wang Lin's eyes shone brightly. He saw his fingers collapse rapidly in an unimaginable way. This collapse was without pain, but it could clearly see its disintegration.

In just a moment, half of its fingers that penetrated three inches of land collapsed. The three inches of land was like a boundary, and all power would disappear when it came.

If he forced himself to go deeper, before he could meet the middle-aged man, Wang Lin's right hand would completely disappear without a trace. Wang Lin's eyes condensed and his right hand suddenly pulled out.

After taking a few steps back, he looked calm, glanced at the middle-aged man cross-legged and closed, and then looked at the absence of any wounds, but lost half of his fingers.

"What a strange power..." Wang Lin murmured, the power of the ancient god in his body was circulating, blending into his fingers, and slowly his fingers were squirming with flesh and blood, and gradually growing a piece again.
Chapter completed!