The moment Wang Lin opened his eyes in the secret room, the ancient tribe, Ancient Road Mountain, the top of the tower, sighed softly.

"There are still...four hundred years..."

The immortal continent, after the seventy-two souls scattered their souls and begged the sky, they slowly calmed down. However, the only one in the entire immortal continent, the Great Heavenly Lord Jiudi, who knew the clues, was uneasy inside. Even when he was meditating, he would occasionally look up at the sky, showing awe and desire.

What he longed for in his life was the legendary realm, but he never took that step.

"The reason why the ancient Taoist Great Heavenly Lord is the strongest immortal genius must have taken that step!! I don't know when I will have this day..." Emperor Jiu was silent, with a complicated expression, and sighed.

On this Emperor Mountain, Haizi was wearing white clothes and standing on the top of the mountain. The mountain wind blew, dancing her clothes, and her expression showed hesitation and confusion.

She felt a sense of familiarity in her previous deductions. She did not tell Jiudi that even she herself suspected that her familiarity was an illusion.

On the ancient tribe, outside the imperial city of the ancient lineage, on the primitive mountain, the great heavenly master Song Tian looked pale at this moment, looking in a complicated way in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master...Master..." Behind him, Chiman's hesitant voice came.

"Shut up!" Song Tian did not turn around and interrupted Chiman's words. At this moment, he didn't want to listen to anything. He had to think carefully about whether the sudden changes in the thirty-six counties of the ancient tribe just now were related to Wang Lin's retreat.

Although he himself did not think there would be any connection, he still had the idea of ​​something. If it was really connected, Song Tian would need to change some decisions and thoughts.

"Forget it, I'll just meet you!" After a moment, Song Tian's eyes flashed, his right hand raised, pointed to the void, and immediately saw a roar coming from the sky ahead. The power of the heaven and earth in all directions suddenly rolled up, causing the wind and clouds to change in color, but a huge crack was suddenly torn open from the sky.

A huge head drilled out of the crack. The head was full of green and had two horns, and it was an ancient demon! A large amount of black air lingered around the entire body of the ancient demon. It roared, and two huge claws from the depths of the crack, tearing open most of the crack again in the bang and roar, and the whole body drilled out.

His body was ten thousand feet high. After walking out, he roared to the sky and knelt down on one knee towards Song Tian.

Looking at the huge ancient demon in front of him, Song Tian's eyes flashed, and his left hand slapped his forehead. Suddenly, a strand of black hair flew out from the middle of his eyebrows, heading straight to the middle of the ancient demon's eyebrows, and crawled into it and disappeared.

Song Tian sat cross-legged, closed his eyes without moving, but the ancient demon had a huge light in his eyes. He raised his head suddenly, and his expression showed gloomyness. In a flash, he returned to the crack, grabbed the crack and disappeared.

While the ancient demon disappeared, Wang Lin breathed deeply in Luohu County, his eyes showed firmness. He felt the cultivation level in his body. After a while, his brows frowned slightly.

He himself couldn't tell what kind of cultivation he belonged to now. He had already broken through the Great Perfection of the Void Tribulation, but he did not belong to the Great Heavenly Lord. Even in his sense that the so-called Great Heavenly Lord seemed to be half a step away from his current realm.

This half step seems very short, but in fact, it is a gully that is difficult to cross.

"Half step into the realm of heaven..." Wang Lin rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the soul of the Immortal Emperor who had been burned by his soul fire for a hundred years. The ash ball of cursed arts the size of a baby fist in this soul was still difficult to refine with his previous cultivation level.

At this moment, Wang Lin raised his right hand and grabbed the soul of the Immortal Emperor. This soul flew immediately and landed in his palm. The moment he grabbed this soul, the soul fire belonging to Wang Lin disappeared from his hand, leaving only the Immortal Emperor soul, with his eyes closed.

Looking at this soul, Wang Lin's eyes showed strangeness. He now had an illusion that he could easily dispel the magic in the Immortal Emperor's soul without too much trouble.

This is naturally not related to the fact that this curse technique exists, and it was scattered by Jiudi and others back then, and Wang Lin’s hundred years of burning and refining, but even so, Wang Lin’s previous cultivation level still needs to be refining with soul fire for a second hundred years before it can be expelled.

With the strangeness in his eyes, Wang Lin pointed at the soul of the Immortal Emperor with his index finger, and penetrated it with one finger, touching the ball of gray gas in his soul.

"San." Wang Lin spoke softly.

The moment the word "exit" was revealed, the secret room immediately showed a twist, as if countless lines were faintly transformed. In the surroundings, it suddenly condensed into Wang Lin's left index finger, and along with his index finger, it poured into the gray gas inside the soul of the Immortal Emperor.

The gray gas suddenly trembled and gradually dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared.

He easily dispelled a small part of the remains of the Immortal Ancestor's magic, and Wang Lin's eyes showed a bright light. At this moment, the Immortal Emperor's soul trembled because of the damage from the magic, as if he was about to open his eyes.

Wang Lin did not take action, but looked at the Immortal Emperor Lian Dao Zhen's soul. When he opened his eyes and saw himself, he showed a brief confusion and turned into a resentment and sinister moment.

"Wang Lin!!" A wisp of soul thought filled Wang Lin's mind, but for Wang Lin, this wisp of spiritual thought was insignificant.

Seeing that Wang Lin had no effect at all, the Immortal Emperor was stunned, but just as he was stunned for a moment, Wang Lin grabbed his right hand and suddenly pinched it.

During this pinch, a powerful force burst into the soul of the Immortal Emperor. With a bang, this generation of Immortal Emperor Lian Daozhen died completely. His soul turned into a cloud of fog and was about to dissipate, but Wang Lin's eyes showed light, and he grabbed the void with his left hand, and immediately a huge head appeared in the world outside the secret room.

That was the head of the Immortal Ancestor. As it appeared, a golden light spread around, igniting the world and spreading a strong fairy aura.

"Turn with the soul as the guide, melt!" Wang Lin whispered in a low voice, and immediately the fog transformed from the true soul of the Immortal Emperor and the Dao turned into seven strands, penetrated the secret room and headed straight to the head of the Immortal Ancestor in the sky.

Seven wisps of mist went straight to the seven orifices of the head!

Wang Lin suddenly stood up, and in a flash, he walked out of the secret room for the first time within a hundred years and appeared between heaven and earth. In front of the head of the immortal ancestor, he raised his hands and waved his waved towards the sky.

Immediately, a huge sun appeared behind the head of the immortal ancestor. The sun was black and white, with only outlines, not as physical as the real Great Heavenly Lord.

"With my previous cultivation level, I can't do this, but now, I should be able to do it, using the soul of Liandao Zhen as a guide, melt the head of the Immortal Ancestor and refine it into the sun of my Great Heavenly Venerable. In this way, the sun of my Great Heavenly Venerable can be completely condensed!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he made a gesture with his hands, and green lights fell into the head of the Immortal Ancestor. As the seven wisps of Liandao Zhen's soul entered the seven orifices of the head of the Immortal Ancestor, the head immediately vibrated.

At this moment, the sky was hazy, and bursts of pressure fell from the sky, covering all directions. Even if the distance was very far, you could still feel it clearly.

However, as Wang Lin continued to print out the printing decision, the vibration of the immortal ancestor's head became more and more intense, and fine cracks appeared, and finally spread the entire head, but it did not break or show any signs of melting.

Wang Lin kept silent. He suddenly opened his mouth while pinching his hands and spit out a blue flame, which instantly lingered around the head of the immortal ancestor. As the bellow burned, the head finally melted.

At the moment it melted, the black and white sun of the Great Heavenly Lord of Wang Lin covered the head, burst out with a strong light, and quickly absorbed it.

However, the melting speed of the head was slightly slow, and as time passed, it seemed to have stagnated.

"It is worthy of being the Immortal Ancestor who has walked through the Eighth Bridge of the Sky. Even after so many years of death, just one head is so difficult to refine..." Wang Lin murmured. He had also considered who killed the Immortal Ancestor with such cultivation, but there was no clue.

"But, this is just a head after all." Wang Lin raised his right hand, and grabbed the void, and immediately the hazy sky curtain changed. Countless thin filaments transformed out. Others could not see these thin filaments. Only after reaching the level of the Great Heavenly Lord can they feel them faintly. But if they want to control it, even the Great Heavenly Lord has only found it to the edge.

Only after taking that step and stepping onto the first bridge on the sky can one truly extract it from the world like Wang Lin.

"No wonder the ancient road of the Great Heavenly Lord can kill the other Great Heavenly Lords. It is said that at that stop tens of thousands of years ago, there were as many great Heavenly Lords who died in his hands...

It is not difficult to kill the Great Heavenly Lord with such power that controls the rules of heaven and earth!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he murmured to himself.

"Ancestor Immortal has been through the Eighth Bridge. His head, fused into the sun of my Great Heavenly Lord, will become my extremely powerful help and magic weapon!"

It was at this moment that a roar suddenly came from the sky thousands of feet away from Wang Lin, but a huge crack was torn apart from nothing. When a large amount of black gas spread out from the crack, a huge ancient demon head, together with its huge body, suddenly emerged.

But at the moment when the ancient demon crawled out, his expression suddenly became stunned. There was Song Tian's divine consciousness in the ancient demon's body. He vaguely felt the strangeness here. His expression suddenly changed. When he saw Wang Lin in the distance, he ignored him at all. Instead, he pinched the void with his right hand, as if he had grabbed countless thin filaments. After pulling it, he swung all these thin filaments towards the head of the immortal ancestor, bit the tip of his tongue, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the head with the thin filaments.

At this moment, the head of the immortal ancestor began to melt in large quantities with a bang, and it was constantly absorbed by the sun of Wang Lin's Great Heavenly Venerable. Gradually, the sun of the Great Heavenly Venerable, which was black and white, quickly condensed, and the third color, golden color appeared!
Chapter completed!