Chapter 1858: Calamity!

A roar with a cruel feeling suddenly came from the fog outside Wang Lin's body, but he saw the scarlet tongue rolling in the fog. Yi Si, who had lost one arm, rushed out frantically and headed straight for Liu Zhiyuan.

All of this was as fast as lightning. The distance of hundreds of feet was only a moment when Yi Si came. Almost as soon as Liu Zhiyuan turned around, Yi Si was swept by fog and a whistling came.

Liu Zhiyuan's face changed. He clearly felt a wave of the early stage of the air disaster from the coming black fog, and his eyes showed a look of horror. He naturally saw that this was a puppet. His body retreated quickly without thinking. With a big sleeve, he shook his big sleeves, and seven black lotus flowers in front of him turned into contact with Ji Si.

The sound of booming was earth-shaking, attracting the attention of six people who were fighting thousands of feet away from home. The faces of the three Liu Zhiyuan's companions changed and they were about to check, but they were stopped by the three monks from Tianniuzhou. The three of them had no time to disperse their spiritual sense to check, but this scene was obviously beneficial to them!

The seven black lotus flowers collapsed, and they were roaring, and there were many traumas all over their body, but their tongue seemed to penetrate the seven black lotus flowers, like a sharp sword, suddenly hit Liu Zhiyuan's chest.

The blood suddenly arose, and Liu Zhiyuan's chest hurt. He had no time to check. At this moment, there was not much immortal power left in his body. With the strange absorption of the fog, there was also the crisis that had just used seven lotus flowers in a row. At this moment, he was about to exhaust his strength. He stepped back and raised his right hand, and a faint light ball appeared in his hand, which was about to swallow.

Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand, and a white sail appeared in his hand, and suddenly rolled forward. Under this scroll, the sound of crying suddenly circulated around, and clearly entered Liu Zhiyuan's mind, who was injured at this moment. A vague figure of a woman in white suddenly appeared in his mind. The figure was facing away from him, crying.

The moment this figure appeared, Liu Zhiyuan took the right hand of the light ball that was about to be swallowed and beaten.

While he was pausing, Wang Lin stepped forward, raised his five fingers with his right hand and slapped it into the sky. With the roar, he saw the mist in the sky rolling, and a huge palm print suddenly transformed above Liu Zhiyuan and came towards Liu Zhiyuan.

At the same time, behind Liu Zhiyuan, a fire flashed, but a flame palm print appeared like burning mist, heading straight for this person!

This scene was extremely fast, but it was deduced several times in Wang Lin's mind.

Immediately afterwards, the palm prints came from behind Liu Zhiyuan. The moment the woman in white cried in his mind became more and more intense, the Yi Si who had been blown away before roared again and rushed over frantically. The blood sword that had been broken before flashed, turned into a huge sword light, and rushed straight to Liu Zhiyuan and slashed!

All kinds of magical powers were approaching, and they came in a blast while Liu Zhiyuan's body was exhausted and could not be replenished.

But it was extremely difficult for the monks in the early stage of the Kong Tribulation to kill him. Although Wang Lin had a very clever time to take it, at the moment when such magical powers came, Liu Zhiyuan's pupils contracted. Without thinking, he suddenly bit his tongue and spewed out blood. As soon as the blood came out, it immediately turned into a piece of blood armor and spread all over his body. Even his hair turned into blood at this moment.

This was even more true for his skin on his body. He became a bloody man in a blink of an eye. He hugged his hands. At the moment when the magical power came, Liu Zhiyuan suddenly stretched out his arms.

"Blood Armor Shock!" The moment his words came out, the blood color on Liu Zhiyuan's body immediately dried up and turned into armor. When his arms were stretched out, the blood armor on his body immediately exploded, forming a bloody storm swept across.

The huge palm print above it collapsed directly when it touched the blood-colored storm. The flame palm print behind Liu Zhiyuan also collapsed while the blood-colored storm roared.

The blood sword flashed and slashed on the bloody storm, and the madness of Yi Si was approaching, and rushed into the storm with a roar. All of this caused a shocking roar at this moment.

As soon as the roar started, Wang Lin shook his body and headed straight for the blood-colored storm. This storm was obviously Liu Zhiyuan's life-saving magic. At this moment, he resisted Wang Lin's many spells, and there were signs of distortion and breaking. Liu Zhiyuan inside spewed out blood, with a ferocious expression, but he retreated wildly.

While he was retreating, Wang Lin, who was staring at him with his eyes, disappeared without a trace while he took a step. Liu Zhiyuan's pupils shrank, turned around suddenly, raised his right hand and slapped him directly behind him with a palm.

But behind him, Wang Lin's figure transformed and punched out. This punch did not have the shadow of Dao Gu, but it was Dao Gu's punch!

With a bang, the lotus in Liu Zhiyuan's right arm flashed, blood was blurred, and his body turned into a long rainbow and rolled back. Wang Lin also had blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but he did not pause, but stepped up to chase him.

The sound of boom echoed, and Wang Lin's body flashed rapidly in pursuit, and he punched nineteen punches in a row. Liu Zhiyuan's face was pale and his eyes showed a look of horror. Wang Lin's pursuit was too fierce and he did not give him any chance to react. In one punch, his body was filled with blood, and his appearance was extremely terrifying.

"This method cannot kill the deity!" Liu Zhiyuan deeply understood that today's moment was a rare disaster of life and death in his life. The other party's grasp of the opportunity was extremely clever. It was obviously not a temporary move, but a long time to prepare!

At this moment, he stepped back and took Wang Lin's punch and collapsed the black lotus in front of him. He raised his left hand and waved it, but saw a black bell appearing in his hand.

This is the first time he, Liu Zhiyuan, in the battle with Wang Lin, freed up time to take out his magic weapon, and once he took it, he was his strongest magic weapon! As soon as the bell came out, it suddenly made a crisp sound as it swayed in Liu Zhiyuan's hand.

The ringtone echoed, and immediately outside Liu Zhiyuan's body, countless shrill female phantoms suddenly transformed into each other. These phantoms were all naked, with a miserable look and aroused resentment.

Under the dense crowd, there were only a few hundred thousand, spreading, and the souls overlapped, and the resentment was connected together, forming a stream of water that soared into the sky, which directly made all the monks fighting in the war clearly feel this Jitian Grassland!

The six people in the early stage of the Kong Tribulation were fighting more intensely at this moment. After feeling this aura, they swept the spiritual consciousness and were about to check it, but the fog restricted the spiritual consciousness at this moment, so they couldn't see clearly! But the three cultivators from the Green Demon Island had a very good understanding of Liu Zhiyuan's magical powers and magic weapons.

While feeling this resentment, everyone looked like they knew that Liu Zhiyuan must have encountered a great enemy of life and death, otherwise he would never have taken out this treasure!

As for the old man in the middle stage of the Green Demonic Aviation Tribulation who fought with Yan Luan and the monk named Zhang who fought with Lu Wenran, his expression also moved, but their spiritual consciousness was stopped by the fog and could not be spread and viewed.

Lu Wenran's eyes flashed, and his spiritual sense permeated, but at the place where Liu Zhiyuan was fighting, there was an invisible barrier, which made his spiritual sense blurry and could not see clearly the person who was fighting with Liu Zhiyuan.

And Yan Luan and others, most of them are like this.

At this moment when he was so resentful, Wang Lin's pupils contracted. He was very prepared. He had only used some of the real killing moves, but he had not taken any action yet.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, a gourd immediately appeared on his fingertips. The gourd contained 30 million souls. If it exploded, it would be enough to threaten the mid-stage of the Air Tribulation. But at this moment, Wang Lin did not control it to explode, but spewed a mouthful of blood towards the gourd with one finger. The blood quickly disappeared into the gourd. There were roars in the mouth of the gourd. Thirty million souls flew out in large quantities, spinning behind Wang Lin, paving a path of blood!

"Using my essence and blood, we will attract the ancestors of the Great Soul Sect from ancient times to the present to break through the sky! The soul illusion is back!" Wang Lin's words were calm, but a strange force was revealed.

At the end of the blood road, there was a huge vortex. The vortex merged with the surrounding mist, revealing a gloomy meaning. In the vortex, as Wang Lin said, a blood-colored figure slowly walked out step by step.

Every step he takes will make the world around him thump!

The resentment caused by Liu Zhiyuan's magic weapon was immediately rushed by the momentum of the blood-colored figure, and there was a sign of collapse. Liu Zhiyuan's face changed drastically. He pointed to the sky with both hands, but saw the resentment that filled the sky and the earth immediately condensed and turned into a huge figure. This figure was a woman, her whole body consisting of more than 100,000 grievous souls, and she could see more than 100,000 shrill faces on her body.

The moment the figure condensed, the huge figure suddenly opened its mouth and lowered its body to swallow the ferocious ferocity towards Wang Lin.

At this moment, the figure of Luo Yunhai, the ninth ancestor of the Great Soul Sect behind Wang Lin, also walked out of the blood-road vortex step by step. His right hand raised, and a shocking murderous intent thundered, turning into a red spear, being grabbed by him one by one, and swung it away violently, and the gun roared away, and suddenly encountered the huge figure composed of countless resentful souls.

The moment he encountered it, the command light burst out from the spear, as if purified, causing the huge figure to collapse immediately, and the evil soul inside it to his backwards.

The loud bang was shocking the earth. Wang Lin's body trembled and blood spurted out. His body retreated a hundred feet continuously. The blood path behind him dissipated. The figure of the ninth ancestor Luo Yunhai disappeared. But at the same time, the huge shadow of the wronged soul collapsed. A large amount of blood burst out from Liu Zhiyuan's body, making a shrill scream, and retreated together.

But the collapsed figure of the wronged soul turned into countless wronged souls, like backlash, pouring into Liu Zhiyuan's body, making Liu Zhiyuan's voice shrill and retreating wildly, but he was not dead yet, but was seriously injured. Now he no longer considered this war, but wanted to escape quickly!

"Shen Shi, soldiers and soldiers will be repaired!"

"The magic trick, the beacon becomes a mountain!"

"The devil's way, life and death are in conflict!"
Chapter completed!