Chapter 230: Killing someone and taking orders

Wang Lin stepped on this beast and rushed all the way. Whenever he encountered a monster, as long as he was not a top-level spirit level, he would be stabbed into his body with his mouthpiece and sucked the inner elixir.

While flying, Wang Lin pondered secretly and plundered all his memories. Finally, he found a powerful monster called a mosquito beast in the memory of the ancient gods. Although the two are of great size and strength, they are a bit surprisingly similar, that is, their long mouthparts.

In the memory of the ancient god Tu Si, he had only seen mosquito beasts once. It was in a desolate galaxy. There were almost no monks in that galaxy, and it was shrouded in a gray gas.

In order to find materials for refining weapons, Tu Si crossed several galaxies and came there. In the desolate galaxy, with the power of the ancient god, he almost died.

The reason is a mosquito beast with a long mouthpiece. At first, there were only a few beasts, and its cultivation was only equivalent to a top-grade wild beast. He easily destroyed it, but the more he entered the galaxy, the more the beasts there were, and in the end they were almost connected, densely packed with countless numbers.

If this beast is single, it would be fine. However, once this beast increases, it seems that there is a mysterious connection between them, and even its magical powers will be doubled. In this way, the ancient god was quite embarrassed to deal with it. After finally escaping from this galaxy, hesitating for a long time and not stepping in again.

Because at the moment he escaped, he noticed that an incalculable number of mosquito beasts flew out from countless planets in this galaxy. Just one glance made Tu Si's scalp numb.

Wang Lin looked at the beast under his feet, especially on its mouth, and thought that even if this beast was not that mosquito beast, it must have some connection. Otherwise, how could it have the same mouth?

With this idea, Wang Lin rarely took action along the way. Even though this beast encountered a strong enemy several times and almost died, Wang Lin kept waiting and watching, and only helped him in the final life and death crisis.

In this way, although the journey was a bit delayed, the aggressiveness of this mosquito beast continued to improve.

Eight days later, Wang Lin stepped on this beast and finally arrived in Lianmo City.

Lianmo City is quite large and has large and small lofts and houses all over the city. There are many monks inside, especially inside and outside the teleportation arrays in the city, and there are endless monks.

You should know that there are many monsters in the sea of ​​demon cultivation nowadays. Only those with certain cultivation levels dare to walk in the wild, or in groups of three or five.

Most cultivators choose to spend a little spirit stone to teleport in and out, so that they can at least be safe.

When Wang Lin flew from afar while stepping on the mosquito beast, several monks in charge of guarding the city immediately stared at the creepy mosquito beast in a daze, and sucked a few air conditioners.

Wang Lin stepped on this beast and flew into the city without any stop. As soon as he entered the city, three spiritual consciousnesses appeared from the city. These three spiritual consciousnesses almost instantly swept towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin frowned, and his body disappeared immediately. When he appeared, he was already in the city. As for the mosquito beast, he had already been included in the storage bag of the releasing creatures. As for his cultivation, under Wang Lin's deliberate concealment, it became the middle stage of foundation building. With his spiritual power, no one could see through it unless he reached the God Transformation Stage.

As soon as his body disappeared, three people suddenly appeared in the air. The three of them could hardly tell each other in their appearance, but they were different in their clothes, namely black, white and red.

The old man in black looked solemnly. After looking around carefully, he said in a deep voice: "This fellow Taoist in the Nascent Soul stage obviously does not want to show up. For nothing, as long as he is not in Lian Mocheng, there is no need for us to cause trouble for this person."

The other two looked at each other, their bodies flashed and disappeared from the spot.

But they didn't know that from the beginning to the end, Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness was locked on the three of them. It was not until they disappeared that Wang Lin retracted his spiritual consciousness and walked in Lianmo City.

There were many shops in the city. Wang Lin looked around and stopped and never saw anyone selling the Demon Cultivation Sea map. Not long after, Wang Lin paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In front of him was a three-story attic with three big characters written on it, the weapon refining pavilion.

Wang Lin still remembers the old man riding a glutinous beast back then. Now after many years, the old man must have found the little beast he transferred to the ban.

Wang Lin sneered in his heart, and did not enter this pavilion, but skipped directly. As for the old man riding the glutinous beast, Wang Lin was confident that even if he could not match his current cultivation, he would be more than enough if he wanted to protect himself and escape. Instead, as he did back then, he did not even have a chance to escape.

While walking, Wang Lin's eyes flashed suddenly. He stared at a jade slip shop in the quarrel of the alley ahead. On the plaque outside the shop, there was a faint trace of spiritual power.

The traces of spiritual power are extremely faint. Only after the cultivation level reaches the Nascent Soul stage can you detect that if you are below the Nascent Soul stage, you will not see any abnormalities at all.

Based on Wang Lin's experience in cultivating the sea of ​​demons, he heard that in some main cities, in addition to markets facing all monks, there is also a trading location called Secret City.

This secret market often limits traders' cultivation, and can only enter after reaching a certain level.

Wang Lin looked at it a few times and was about to walk away when suddenly his expression moved. He saw a young man running towards him. The young man looked handsome, but his expression was quite panicked. He ran and turned back and looked back. Behind him, a middle-aged man chased him up from the back with a fierce look on his face and grabbed the young man's shoulder. The young man hurriedly dodged and almost hit Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's body flashed and let him pass by from the side.

The boy staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. A purple jade piece fell out of his arms. The jade piece was the size of a fist and looked crystal clear.

The boy showed a look of fear on his face, and he quickly grabbed Zi Yu and held it hard in his hand.

At this time, the middle-aged man had already come close to him. Perhaps the position where Wang Lin stood blocked his way. The man waved his hand and rushed towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin frowned, took a step back, and gave way to the other party's waved arm.

The middle-aged man looked surprised, but still said viciously: "Dare to block your grandfather's way, get out of here!"

Wang Lin's eyes were calm and he glanced at this man. The middle-aged man's cultivation level was barely reaching the late stage of foundation building, and his spiritual power was even more complicated. It was obvious that he had to take medicine and lifted it up.

When the middle-aged man saw Wang Lin not speaking, he snorted, turned around and stared at the young man holding the purple jade in his hand, and said in a bad voice: "Baby, you have eaten the courage of your ambition and leopard. You dare to steal your grandpa's jade!"

The young man trembled, and although his eyes showed a look of fear, he still said, "You are talking nonsense, this is my family's inheritance."

The middle-aged man laughed, stepped forward and kicked the boy up, grabbed the right hand, and took Zi Yu with great ease, and said contemptuously: "I just like you, so what can you do? Tell you, I'm not robbing, but buying, please, take it!" As he said that, he took out a low-grade spirit stone, which was still on the ground.

The boy fell to the ground with a kick from the middle-aged man, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his face pale, his eyes showed resentment, and he stared at the other party.

At this time, some passers-by around were looking at each other, but when they saw the middle-aged man, their faces changed, and they immediately lowered their heads and pretended not to see them, leaving in a hurry.

Wang Lin glanced at it, ignored it, turned around and walked towards the shop with the traces of the Nascent Soul. Wang Lin knew that it was a kind of refining material called amethyst. This stone was like jade but not jade, and it was of great value. This piece of fist size could be sold at least 100 medium-grade spirit stones.

As for the dirty words that the middle-aged man had just said, if he had been put before, Wang Lin would definitely not be careless with his character. However, as his cultivation gradually sublimates, Wang Lin really couldn't be interested in punishing such a small person.

However, he disdained to find the other party's trouble, but the middle-aged man refused to give in. After this man grabbed the purple jade, he might be quite content and became more arrogant. When he turned around and saw Wang Lin's back as he turned away, he couldn't help but turn his eyes and shouted: "Stop me! I asked you to get out just now, not to let you go!"

As he said that, he took a big step and slapped Wang Lin's head with his right hand.

Wang Lin paused, turned around and looked at the man. After this glance, the middle-aged man was immediately frightened. The palm that he slapped out stopped suddenly, and a row of cold sweat suddenly burst out from his forehead.

"Get out!" Wang Lin's voice was plain. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the store.

At this time, an old man walked out of the shop. The old man's face was full of wrinkles. His dim eyes glanced at Wang Lin, and he no longer paid attention. Instead, he took a rag and wiped the plaque.

The middle-aged man looked blue and pale. He looked around with his eyes and found that many people passing by were looking here. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag. A flying sword flew out. The man pointed at Wang Lin's back and shouted: "Go!"

The flying sword was as fast as lightning, and it was not far from Wang Lin. It flew close to Wang Lin almost instantly. However, before the flying sword touched Wang Lin, it cracked and broke into two halves and fell to the ground with a click.

Wang Lin turned around. This time, he had murderous intent. With a wave of his right hand, a afterimage ban immediately came out, and suddenly it was printed on the middle-aged man's forehead.

The man shook his body and howled bitterly, and his whole body immediately turned into a pool of blood, leaving only a storage bag in the blood and the purple jade that he had not yet put in it.

The boy beside him stared at Zi Yu in the blood with his eyes fixed on him, gritted his teeth and rushed out, picked up the jade and put it in his arms, looked at Wang Lin carefully, and then ran away.

The pedestrians around him suddenly showed shock on their faces, and they walked away without saying a word and stayed away from this place. Even the old man in the shop could not help but frown. Seeing Wang Lin walking towards him with a calm expression, the old man hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said, "I am not good at the store, please leave, fellow Taoist."

Wang Lin's face darkened, pointed to the Nascent Soul mark on the plaque, and said slowly: "If it is not external, what is this mark?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and immediately became respectful and said quickly: "Senior, don't be surprised, please come in, let's talk inside."

After entering this shop, the old man looked embarrassed and wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, he sighed and said, "Senior, this place is one of the secret city of the Nascent Soul in Lianmo City, but it will take three days to open. I advise you not to wait, but to leave early."

Wang Lin looked as usual, sat upright and said calmly: "But what background does the person I killed just now have?"

The old man looked embarrassed, hesitated a little, nodded and stopped talking.

At this moment, a powerful spiritual sense suddenly came from the eastern part of the city. After sweeping around the city, a divine thought was left: "The evildoer who killed my disciples, get out!"

The old man in the store changed his face and looked at Wang Lin with a pleading and said with a wry smile: "Senior, you are pitiful, you are poor, please leave. If that person blames him, he really can't afford it. In addition, all the tokens of the Yuanying Secret City have been issued this time. Even if you come back in three days, you will not be allowed to enter."

Wang Lin stood up, his eyes remained calm, and asked, "Does the person who had divine thoughts just now have a token?"

The old man was stunned and nodded subconsciously, but immediately, his face changed drastically. When he looked at the other party again, Wang Lin had disappeared from the spot.

Above Lianmo City, a bald man with a thick python wrapped in his body stood tall. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a fat face, and a dull look.

On it, there were rows of storage bags of different sizes, and waves of spiritual energy radiated from each one.

This person is one of the guardians of the Nascent Soul in Lianmo City. He was originally in seclusion, but he sensed that his disciple's soul blood had dissipated and was obviously killed. In a rage, he walked out of the retreat and asked for punishment.

In order to prevent the other party from escaping, he even sent people to seal the entire Lianmo City. In addition, some monks who saw the murder of his disciples, he already knew the other party's appearance, so he began to search for it in the city with his Nascent Soul stage spiritual consciousness.

But the more he searched, the more he became more confused. He had searched the entire Lianmo City several times, but the man seemed to have evaporated and disappeared without a trace.

Even in the secret store, he used his spiritual sense to detect it, but he never found the existence of that person.

So he was extremely angry and sent out his divine thoughts. When he thought, the man must have escaped with some secret technique. The divine thoughts were just to vent his anger.

However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as the divine thought came out, a young man suddenly appeared more than ten feet away in front of him. His hair was white and extremely cold, just like the murderers in the mouths of those pedestrians.

The bald man's pupils suddenly closed in his eyes. He took a few steps back and stared at the other party. His anger almost immediately became restrained. Although he had a rough appearance, he was quite cautious in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have had his current cultivation and status.

The young man in front of him actually teleported out, and his spiritual sense had been searching for a long time but he couldn't find the other party. These two points combined together, there is only one explanation, that is, this person is not only a Nascent Soul cultivator, but also has a much higher cultivation than him.

After Wang Lin appeared, without saying a word, he slapped the storage bag directly. Suddenly, the forbidden flag fell into his hand. A cold light flashed in his eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Spread!"

The forbidden banner suddenly moved instantly, and immediately turned into a dark curtain that almost covered the sky and the sun, sweeping around frantically. In almost the blink of an eye, the entire Lianmo City was wrapped in, and the sky suddenly became dark.

The bald man's face changed and he complained secretly. Without any hesitation, he opened the storage bag on his body. The insects of various shapes flew out of the storage bag, densely packed into pieces to wrap the big man inside.

At the same time, he hurriedly said, "Fellow Taoist, this is a misunderstanding..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin snorted coldly, and pointed the forbidden banner in his right hand, and immediately made a wailing sound. Nine forbidden airs rushed out of the flag like a black dragon, and roared.

At the same time, Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, and the bronze ancient mirror appeared in his hand. After being sacrificed by him, it emitted a burst of green light.

The power of the forbidden air damage was extremely strong. Nine black dragons fell from different directions. Almost instantly, the flying insects around the man disappeared one by one.

The great man was shocked. With his early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, he felt a sense of suffocation under the other party's strange magic weapon. The power of this magic weapon made him frightened.

Without thinking, he immediately bit the tip of his tongue, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and then turned into a blood shadow and rushed back. He knew that if he had been under the dark curtain of this magic weapon, he would not have any chance to win. At the moment, he could only break out of the dark curtain of the other party and try to succeed or fail outside.

As he was about to break out of the dark side, the man looked happy, but at this moment, nine ban energy appeared again from the forbidden banner, gathering from all directions like a cage.

At the same time, Wang Lin had long expected this person to act like this. He saw the bronze ancient mirror drawn above his head flash, and the green light immediately fell and shone on the man. The blood shadow of the big man's speeding blood immediately paused. After this, nine ban energy immediately burst out and landed on the man.

At this moment of crisis, the man opened his mouth and spit out a trident. After holding it, he swept across the circle with a ferocious expression. Suddenly, nine ban energy dissipated one by one.

However, his figure was delayed for a while and couldn't help but slow down. Although he finally escaped from the green light, his whole body was constantly emitting blue smoke, and his expression was extremely depressed.

Almost the moment he rushed out of the green light, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The Nascent Soul crawled out from the top of his head in panic and quickly escaped. He saw a strange black flying sword flying out from his chest, carrying a cavity of blood.
To be continued...