Chapter 235: Because his surname is Teng

The Hengyue Mountains, Xuandao Sect, were shrouded in rain and fog, and bursts of lightning fell from the sky, causing rumbling thunder. The branches and leaves of the dense forests at the foot of the mountain made a sound of banging with raindrops.

On this rainy night, a young man with white hair slowly walked in the dense forest. His feet stepped on the leaves covered with water on the ground, and rustled sounds were heard.

In the distance, this man looked at the Xuandao Sect Hall on the top of Hengyue Mountain, and his eyes were calm. After a long time, he turned around and left. This time his goal was a small mountain village hundreds of miles away from here.

In the middle of the night, in addition to the sound of thunder and lightning, there are only the sound of rain slapping on the earth. Of course, sometimes there are some local dogs raised by the villagers, and there are a few sobs, as if they want to resist the might of the sky. However, what they get is a more majestic thunder.

The whole mountain village was dark, and the white-haired young man slowly walked on the mountain village path, looking at the familiar and strange villages around him, his eyes gradually stopped cold, but showed a deep melancholy. This melancholy can be integrated with ice because there is indelible family affection.

Four hundred years, in the blink of an eye, may not be long for cultivators, but for mortals, it has changed dramatically. Many villages in this mountain village have often been renovated by generations and have changed a lot.

This young man in white is Wang Lin.

He looked at the surrounding villages and his eyes were on one place. There, Wang Lin remembered that there was an old locust tree. When he was a child, he often read under this tree and often played with his friends.

In a blink of an eye, all of this disappeared.

Wang Lin sighed lightly and walked forward slowly. Soon, he stopped in a daze and looked at a familiar house in front of him. His body trembled involuntarily. From the entrance of the village to here, almost all the villages changed, but here was the same as when he left.

Wang Lin bit his lower lip tightly and pushed open the yard door. With a squeak, the wooden door slowly opened inward, and after he entered, he slowly closed it.

In the yard, under a rain cloth, there was a wooden table, and around there were some small wooden stools. Wang Lin silently looked at everything in front of him, tears flowing down from his eyes.

After a long time, Wang Lin came to the house, pushed open the door, and walked in. Everything was the same as he remembered, as if there was no change.

At this moment, Wang Lin seemed to have a feeling that the scenes four hundred years ago were like dreams, just dreams. Now, his dreams have woken up, and his parents' souls are not in the Tianni Bead. They are not dead, but in their room, on this rainy night, they have fallen asleep.

However, with his current spiritual consciousness, he didn't even need to disperse, and he clearly knew that there was no one in this ancestral room.

In the main hall of the ancestral house, Wang Lin saw two spirit cards. These two tablets were up and down, and the upper first tablet was engraved:

"Wang Tianshui, Zhou Yingsu's Spirit"

The lower first tablet engraved: "The Spirit of the eldest son Wang Lin"

Below these two tablets, there is an incense burner, and there are some unlit incense sticks on both sides.

A heart-wrenching sadness appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. He picked up three incense sticks, lit them, put them in the incense burner, slowly knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times, and muttered to himself: "The unfilial son Wang Lin, today he worships incense. Next time he comes, he will use the heads of the entire Teng family to build the Teng family head tower for his parents." A slutty and murderous aura immediately emanated from Wang Lin's body. At this moment, the cold air in the main hall suddenly increased, more than several times heavier than the colder rainy night outside.

After getting up, he was silent for a little while and was about to turn around and leave, suddenly his expression moved, his body shook, and he disappeared from the spot.

After a while, a carriage galloped from a distance from the mountain village path. In front of the carriage was an old man wearing a straw raincoat. His temple was bulging high and his eyes flashed. He was obviously a martial arts master in the mortal world.

He swung the horse whip in his hand, but when he heard a "pop" sound, he whipped the horse, and the horse immediately neighed, and the speed was even faster.

The ground was uneven, causing the carriage to bump, but the old man seemed to be stuck to the carriage, and did not move at all, but he kept humming in his mouth: "Drive!"

Soon, the carriage approached, and with the old man's whisper, the reins were immediately grabbed by him. The horse neighed, raised its front hooves and waved them slanted, and finally stopped in front of the door of the Wang family's ancestral home.

The old man jumped out of the carriage cleanly and opened the carriage respectfully. He immediately jumped out of the carriage. She was wearing a green shirt and had hair tied around her head, looking quite pretty.

After the woman came down, her body shook immediately. It was obviously invaded by the cold air in the rainy night. But she didn't care, but took out an oil umbrella, opened it and said with a crisp voice: "Miss, it's here."

A beautiful and graceful figure leaned out of the carriage, slowly got off, and stood under the oil umbrella. This woman had a pale face and had a kind of pathological beauty.

As soon as she arrived, her body immediately shivered. The girl quickly took an umbrella in one hand and took out a purple coat from the car with the other, and with the help of the old man, she draped it on the woman.

At the same time, the little girl said dissatisfiedly: "Miss, it's raining so hard today, why have to stick with it? Isn't it the same if you come back tomorrow? Miss, you are weak. If you are infected with wind and cold, what should you do?"

Even the old man who drove the car showed pity in his eyes and looked a little blameful.

The lady chuckled and walked forward and whispered: "You don't understand. Before my grandfather passed away, every year, no matter what happens to my Wang family, their direct descendants will come here to worship in person. This is a tradition."

The little girl was still dissatisfied and said in a pretty voice: "Miss, here is so far from the capital, why do you have to come every year? I heard from some sisters that this is once a branch of the Wang family."

The lady chuckled and stopped the old man from pushing open the gate of the courtyard, but instead stretched out her delicate hand, opened the gate of the courtyard, and said, "You are the first time you have come with me, so I will tell you if you have the chance in the future."

After entering the yard, the three of them did not stop, but pushed open the house and walked in. The little girl put away the oil umbrella in the room, shook the raindrops on it, held it in her hand, and looked around curiously.

As for the old man, he stood at the door, closing his eyes and silent.

The lady took a deep breath and walked towards the main hall. The little girl was about to follow, but was stopped by the lady and said softly: "You and Uncle Li are waiting outside, I'll go in by myself."

The little girl's little mouth immediately pouted, but nodded obediently.

The lady smiled sweetly, coughed a few times, and slowly walked towards the main hall. After entering the hall, the woman looked at the two tablets on the shelf, took out a prelude from the side, knelt on it, and kowtowed a few times, and was about to take the incense fulcrum, but suddenly her hand trembled, staring at the three incense sticks that were about to burn in the incense burner, and was about to exclaim in surprise, suddenly, a cold air immediately spread throughout the main hall. The woman's forehead was sweating coldly and she didn't dare to move. She felt that if she moved, she would probably lose her life on the spot.

I saw a young man with white hair slowly walking out of the darkness of the main hall.

"Who are you descendants?" Wang Lin glanced at the woman and said lightly.

The woman's face showed a look of fear, her body trembled constantly under the invasion of cold air, and even her voice trembled, saying, "You...Who are you? Why are you in my ancestral house of Wang's family..."

Wang Lin looked at the woman and waved his right hand. The cold and cold air around him suddenly disappeared, becoming slightly warm. The woman felt her body warm and no longer trembled, but her eyes showed shock. She stared at Wang Lin in a daze, but in the dark, her right hand gently touched her waist.

Suddenly, a fierce palm wind came from outside. At the same time, the old man who was driving the car jumped into the main hall. However, as soon as he came in, he immediately trembled and his whole body fell to the ground involuntarily and fell asleep.

The woman's appearance changed.

"I'll ask you again, who are you descendants?" Wang Lin said calmly without looking at the old man who was lying on the ground. In fact, as soon as he saw this ancestral house, he had already become suspicious. For 400 years, if no one had taken care of this ancestral house, it would definitely not be able to remain until now. Moreover, according to his observation, this house is by no means the real one in the past, and it was obviously rebuilt.

"My father is Wang Yunfei. Since you have followed me here, why ask me knowingly!" The woman said with firmness in her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"What does this person with the spiritual card in the house have to do with you?" Wang Lin frowned and asked.

"...It's the whole family of the ancestors." The woman was puzzled and thought to herself why the person in front of her was a killer sent by her father's opponent, why did she ask such a strange question?

Wang Lin's heart trembled. He looked at the woman, his tone was no longer dull, but a little ups and downs, and he said softly: "What's your ancestor's name?"

"Ancestor Wang Tiantu..." The woman hesitated for a moment and said softly. She always felt that the person in front of her was strange.

When Wang Lin heard this name, his body was shocked and murmured to himself: "Fourth Uncle..." If you say that the entire Wang family, for Wang Lin, the person he missed the most besides his parents, was his fourth uncle. At this time, when he heard about the news about the fourth uncle, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel excited.

The scenes of the fourth uncle from the past immediately echoed in his mind. After a long time, Wang Lin sighed deeply and looked at the woman with a trace of unknown emotion. He said warmly, as if he was looking at his juniors, "How many years are your ancestors..., who died?"

The woman's eyes were even more strange and she said softly: "The ancestor died at the age of 98. When he was middle-aged, he was attracted by an immortal elder of the Piaomiao Sect. After going down the mountain, he laid a foundation in the capital and became one of the royal family worshipers. My Wang family has developed in the capital since then.

A hint of relief appeared in Wang Lin's eyes, and he was silent for a little while, and said in a gentle voice: "Four... Is your ancestor's son Wang Hu, also passed away?"

The woman's eyes showed a shock, and she said in surprise: "How did you... know that Wang Hu, the son of the ancestor, also... left in the third year of his ancestor's death."

After 400 years, things have changed. Wang Lin’s mentality suddenly became very touched when he heard the news about his fourth uncle. After a long time, he glanced at the woman and said slowly: “There is a yin energy in your body, but your mother was beaten and injured when she was pregnant with you?”

The woman looked at Wang Lin blankly, and the waves were stirring up in her heart. You should know what the other party said just now. If you look carefully, you can find some clues. However, few people know the reason for the most yin wounds in her body, but she only knows that she has been weak and sick since childhood.

The woman looked at Wang Lin and said tremblingly: "You...Who are you?" Her idea that this person was a killer sent by her father's opponent has loosened. If it were a killer, how could she know so many things?

Wang Lin summoned his right hand and a green aura suddenly appeared from the woman's forehead. The green aura became heavier and heavier, and finally suddenly floated out of his Tianling Cave. With Wang Lin's wave, the green aura immediately dissipated.

The woman felt her body suddenly become hot. The stubborn disease that had been entangled with her for twenty years disappeared in a wave of the other party, which immediately reminded her of a legendary type of person.

"You...are you an immortal?" The woman bit her lower lip tightly.

"Immortal... Is that true." Wang Lin chuckled. Seeing that the fourth uncle had a queen and seemed to develop quite well in the capital, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his gloomy heart.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, looked at the woman, and said slowly: "Speaking of this, I should be your ancestor. I had an appointment with my fourth uncle back then. If I had achieved success in cultivating immortals, I will protect his descendants to repay the kindness of immortals." After that, he patted the storage bag, took out several bottles of elixirs from it, and said: "There are 72 elixirs in total. Each direct descendant can only take one pill in this life. Do not be greedy for too many. As for you, you can take three pills."

After handing the medicine bottle to the woman, Wang Lin pondered for a moment, tapped the woman's eyebrows with one hand, took out a drop of blood, took out a jade slip, took out a jade slip, and left a trace of extreme imprint inside with a divine thought. Then he looked cold and said seriously: "I left a trace of spiritual consciousness in this jade slip. No one in the territory of Zhao State can live for a moment or three moments under the attack of this jade slip, but this jade slip can only be used three times. Before you die, this jade slip is kept in your hands. It is not my Wang family's blood, and it cannot be opened! Use it with caution and do it yourself."

After throwing the jade slip to the woman, Wang Lin shook his sleeves and disappeared from the spot.

The woman stared blankly at the pills and jade slips in her hand, feeling like she was dreaming. At this time, the old man who was lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, immediately showed his brilliance, stood up, and said solemnly: "Miss, what happened just now?"

At this time, the little girl holding an oil umbrella rushed in from outside. After seeing that the lady was fine, she took a breath, blushed and said, "Miss, Cui'er was too sleepy just now and fell asleep unknowingly."

When the old man heard this, his face suddenly became ugly. He clearly felt the signal from the lady, but as soon as he entered the main hall, he couldn't help but fall asleep.

"It's okay, don't think about it anymore. Let's go, let's go back to the capital." The woman took a deep breath, stood up, and the sickness on her face was wiped out, revealing her healthy rosy.

The old man was the first to find something unusual. He looked at the woman in shock and said in a lost voice: "Miss, you..."

At this time, the little girl also saw an abnormality, and her eyes showed disbelief.

The woman smiled sweetly, but did not say it out loud, but turned around and looked at the two tablets on the shelf in the main hall, especially staying a little on the tablets of Wang Lin, and turned around and left.

With her intelligence, she had some guesses in her mind, but this guess required her to go back to the capital and check the genealogy to confirm that she believed that her father would take time out of his busy schedule this time and carefully check the genealogy with her.

After leaving the mountain village, Wang Lin's expression immediately swept away his gentleness before, but became a little hideous. His whole person exuded a strong murderous intent. He was in the air, galloping away, and had already made up his mind.

The so-called "tree of money falling down the tree and scattering". If the vine Huayuan is killed directly, then its descendants may be dispersed and empty, and it will not be possible that Wang Lin is preparing to kill the entire clan and the bloody dream hidden in his heart for 400 years.

The most important thing is that if Teng Huayuan was killed so neatly, Wang Lin could not vent his hatred. He wanted Teng Huayuan to watch all his descendants die one by one, and after enduring the grief in the world, he would finally take his soul and take revenge.

His spiritual sense swept with all his strength, and immediately covered the entire Zhao State. He easily found the Tengjia City where Teng Huayuan was at this time. A shocking murderous intent flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and his body immediately rushed out like thunder.

Thousands of miles away from Tengjiacheng, Wang Lin stopped, patted the storage bag, took out a formation flag, inserted it on the ground, waved his right hand, and the formation flag disappeared without a shadow.

Then Wang Lin moved his body again, surrounding the entire Tengjiacheng in a radius of thousands of miles. After putting down sixteen formation flags, he stared coldly at the direction of Tengjiacheng, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on his lips, and said softly: "From today, Tengjiacheng can only enter, not leave! Tenghuayuan, my Wang Lin's revenge is just the beginning!"

His eyes were cold and he made gestures with his hands. His whole body immediately floated to the sky. In the air, he shouted softly, and his hands quickly tapped on himself a few times. Then a green aura rose from his purple palace and instantly wrapped around his body. Then, behind him, a virtual image that seemed to be an ancient demon god was slowly condensed.

Wang Lin knelt on one knee, bit his right fingertips, and quickly popped out a drop of blood, and shouted: "The soul of Teng Li, appear!"

Suddenly, the illusory demon opened his eyes, swallowed the blood that Wang Lin popped up, chewed it a few times, and spit out a faint green light.

The green light slowly fell and was grabbed by Wang Lin. At the same time, the shadow of the demon god gradually disappeared.

This is a small magical power in the memory of Wang Lin's ancient god Tu Si. Anyone who is killed can summon this magical power to summon the soul and return from nothingness, but time is only half a stick of incense.

The soul that returns has no memory, only some instinctive reactions. In the eyes of the ancient god Tu Si, this magical power is of no use. It is often used to add the power of temporarily holding magic weapons.

But the moment Wang Lin saw this magical power, he had already developed a series of thoughts of revenge in his mind.

Holding the soul of Teng Li, Wang Lin swallowed it without saying a word, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly dispersed again, covering the entire Zhao Kingdom. Slowly, according to the sensing of the soul of Teng Li, one highlight after another appeared in Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness. Each highlight represents a person with the blood of the Teng Family. These people, whether they are the direct or the sidelines, even the sons born to the marriage of Teng Family women, will also slowly appear in Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness. It can be said that as long as there is a trace of blood of the Teng Family, it will appear in Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness.

Clan extermination is not as simple as killing all members of the Teng family, but rather a way to erase the entire Teng family bloodline in the world from the root! This is why it is worthy of being called Clan extermination!

Gradually, these highlights became more and more, and the smile on the corner of Wang Lin's mouth became more and more cruel. 400 years ago, the number of descendants of the Teng family had reached a certain number. Under the memory of Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness, the soul fluctuations of these people were immediately remembered by them.

Half a stick of incense passed by, and the soul of Vine Li swallowed by Wang Lin slowly dissipated.

Wang Lin slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and the mosquito beast suddenly appeared. Wang Lin stepped on it, and his divine mind locked in a sect nearest to this place and galloped away. In his divine consciousness, there are seven people with the bloodline and soul fluctuations of the Teng Family. Here!

Teng Xuan, one of the sixth generation descendants of the Teng family, has reached the early stage of Jiedan. In addition to his surname Teng, there is another reason. He is an introductory disciple of the ancestor of the Nascent Soul Stage in Tiandao Sect.

The Teng family has a total of six disciples in the Tiandao Sect, and these six people currently occupy high positions. Of course, the one with the highest status is naturally Fuji Xuan. After all, the cultivation level of the other five people is only in the foundation-building stage.

Fujiri was very satisfied with everything he had now, whether it was a dual-cultural partner or his status. Although all this was nothing to the eyes of several core members of the Teng family, Fujiri knew his identity and he could not compare with those people.

Even among the countless tribes of the Teng family, how many of them can compare with those prides of heaven? Teng Xuan has self-knowledge. He only hopes that he can reach the late stage of the elixir in his lifetime, so he is satisfied.

Today, his little sister Tengyou came here from Yan Haozong and gathered with him. When he thought of this little sister, Teng Xuan's lower abdomen rose, and there was an extremely secret secret between him and his little sister.

The two of them had a husband and wife as early as a teenager, and this relationship has been maintained to this day. Although Fujiri knew that many people in the clan had tasted the sweetness when this little girl grew up, and even some uncles and uncles had a little ambiguous relationship with her little sister, he didn't care. When he thought of her sister's various secret techniques of bed room learning from Yan Haozong, he couldn't help but think about it.

With a passionate mood, he hurried to the attic of the back mountain, pushed open the door, and suddenly a delicate body that exuded a faint fragrance fell into his arms.

Wang Lin galloped all the way and saw the sect located on the strange peak from afar, and saw the three words on the top hall---Tiandao Sect.

Wang Lin rushed up without any stop. Suddenly, the mountain peak flashed with light curtains and the defensive formation was opened. Wang Lin didn't even look at it. He slapped the storage bag and the forbidden banner suddenly appeared in his hand. With a tremor, dozens of forbidden air flashed inside and rushed towards the light curtain with a bang.

Without any hesitation, the light curtain shattered suddenly, and at the same time, the entire Tiandaomen Mountain peak trembled rumbling, falling countless gravels, and bursts of gray smoke were raised.

Almost in an instant, several ancestors of the Nascent Soul Stage of the Tiandao Gate flew out of their respective seclusion, all looking at the sky with shock.

The mosquito beast under Wang Lin's feet seemed to sense the master's murderous intent. With a roar, it suddenly rushed down. The Nascent Soul cultivators complained secretly. Just as they were about to take out their magic weapons to fight with him, Wang Lin's spiritual sense swept away and immediately pressed on the entire Tiandao Sect like the power of heaven.

"I have a personal grudge with the descendants of the Fuji family. Those who block the way will die!"

In this sound, Wang Lin had already added a trace of spiritual consciousness. The sound came from the sky. The further down, the louder the sound. In the end, it almost roared, and the Nascent Soul monks vomited blood, with a look of horror in their eyes.

At the same time, Wang Lin jumped down from the mosquito beast, swept his spiritual sense, and immediately stared at one of the many disciples of the Tiandao Sect in the hall square. This man was young and frightened.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Wang Lin's mouth. When he summoned his right hand, the man's body suddenly floated up and fell into Wang Lin's hand. The man held his neck tightly with both hands, struggling to say something, but unfortunately, his surname shouldn't be Teng!

Wang Lin pinched his right hand, but when he heard a few clicks, the young man immediately raised his eyes and died. At the same time, Wang Lin shook his left hand and a soul flag was many in his hand. The person's soul immediately flew out of the heavenly spirit and fell into the soul flag.

Wang Lin swung the person's body backwards, and a long dragon tendon flew out of the storage bag, tied the person's body tightly, and the other end was held by the mosquito beast's huge mouthparts.

All of this was done in full view of the Tiandao Sect, Wang Lin did it neatly without any drag. After killing one person, he moved and rushed into the hall. He saw a young man clenching his fist with a look of grief and anger. However, his fist, he never had the chance to let go from now on.

Because his surname is Teng!

Wang Lin slapped his right hand and fell on the man's heavenly spirit. Under a palm, the man's internal organs suddenly shattered and his soul was sucked into the soul flag. Wang Lin's eyes were not sympathetic, and his body suddenly moved. This time, several ancestors of the Yuanying innate of the Tiandao Sect could no longer sit and watch. One of the red-faced old men flashed his body and appeared in front of Wang Lin. Although he was frightened, he still shouted: "Fellow Taoist, stop, you have something to say!"

Wang Lin didn't even look at this person, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly moved. As soon as his body flashed, a trace of gray light appeared in the eyes of the red-faced old man, and his spiritual consciousness was immediately broken. The moment Wang Lin passed by him, with a slap, his entire person and the Nascent Soul shattered into pieces of flesh and spilled all over the ground.

"The person who stops the matter is the same as the Teng family!" A cold voice as cold as winter slowly came from Wang Lin's mouth.

The few Nascent Soul monks around him were immediately frightened and stopped and did not dare to step forward.

Wang Lin left the hall and galloped away along the attic of the Heavenly Dao Gate. The Nascent Soul Cultivators hesitated a little. One of them quickly took out a jade slip, printed a divine thought and sacrificed it. The jade slip flashed and quickly flew into the distance and disappeared.

Then, these Nascent Soul monks looked at me one by one, and looked at you. After gritting their teeth, they followed Wang Lin immediately. Although they did not dare to stop them, if they lacked the courage to catch up, they would be the ancestor of Nascent Soul.

A pretty woman flew towards the Tiandao Gate Pill Room with a panic look on her face. She didn't want to die.

However, Wang Lin's speed was not comparable to her. Almost the moment she arrived at the alchemy room, Wang Lin had already appeared. With a wave of his right hand, the woman's body suddenly flew backwards involuntarily, and fell into Wang Lin's hand amid her screams.

Her eyes showed fear. She didn't want to die, but her surname was Teng!

After ruthlessly crushing the woman's cervical spine, Wang Lin threw the body back, and immediately threw the dragon tendon and wrapped it up again. At this time, three corpses were tied up on the dragon tendon.

Wang Lin kept walking, and except for two of the remaining four people in his spiritual sense, the remaining two were flying rapidly, and one of them was about to leave the Tiandao Gate Peak.

Wang Lin's eyes were cold. When he moved, he was already outside the strange peak of Tiandaomen. He saw a young man in black flying with a look of horror on his face, and sometimes he turned back and looked back.

However, his head turned around and he never had a chance to turn back, because his surname was Teng!

Wang Lin flicked his finger and landed on the chest of this person. His body was shocked immediately, and he died of anger. He collected his soul and trapped the corpse. Wang Lin flew towards the next target.

The few Nascent Soul Cultivators who were following him were even more shocked and thought to themselves, when did the Teng family offend such a evil star?

The cultivation level of this evil star is already very high, and killing the Nascent Soul cultivator is effortless. However, this person did not seek trouble for Teng Huayuan, but instead started to kill from his descendants. Obviously, he had a deep hatred with the Teng family and had the intention of destroying the entire family of the Teng family.

These Nascent Soul monks felt chills in their hearts, and their steps couldn't help but slow down.

Wang Lin's eyes were still cold, and a trace of evil spirit slowly radiated from his body. He smiled gloomyly and locked in the fifth person! This person is the oldest among these people. He is already gray-haired, but his cultivation is not high. He is just a great perfection in the late stage of foundation building.

At this time, he did not show any panic or grief on his face, but ran away with a solemn look on his face. During the flight, he took out several jade slips, left his divine thoughts and sacrificed them one by one.

However, his fate has long been destined because his surname is Teng!

When Wang Lin appeared in front of him, the man stopped flying immediately, looked at Wang Lin gloomyly, and said quickly: "What kind of feud between senior and my Teng family? This matter must have been wrong..."

Wang Lin didn't say a word. Before he could speak, he swung his right hand and flew out of the storage bag. He instantly stabbed into his chest. In a blink of an eye, the man's whole body was pitch black and he died of anger.

With soul collection and tying corpse, Wang Lin flashed and flew towards the back mountain.

Every time Fuji Xuan is having fun with Teng You, he will open the formation in the attic behind the mountain to hide all the aura. Although he cannot detect anything outside, he can reach the extreme in terms of safety.

After all, he and Teng You are really brother and sister. If someone discovers this, he will definitely be ruined. Although there are many people who like Teng You and there are many members of the Teng Family, at most, this kind of thing is only known to everyone and not to go out to the outside world. But once someone is caught in bed, it will be different.

In this way, he had no idea about everything outside, and his eyes were full of Teng You's beautiful face and his cute body that fascinated him.

After a few heart-wrenching roars, Teng Xuan rushed wildly, as if he was about to tear Teng You apart. As for Teng You, he immediately used the secret technique of Yan Hao Sect. The two of them reached the limit of carnal desire almost at the same time.

It has to be said that compared with the other five, Fujiri and Fujiyou were lucky. Although they were sure to die, at least they had only returned to their lives after enjoying their sensuality.

Fujiri took a few deep breaths and got up from Fujiyou, but he immediately realized something was wrong. He turned around and immediately found that there was one more person in the room.

He was shocked in his heart and was about to speak when suddenly the man's eyes flashed. This was the last picture he had seen in his life.

As for Teng You, when she opened her beautiful eyes, what she saw in front of her was Fujiri's head falling to the ground. She was stunned and screamed immediately, but this scream was far less pleasant than the previous moans, and at the same time, it was also the last sound she made in her life.

They are destined to die because the two brothers and sisters are surnamed Teng!

After killing the two people and taking out their souls, Wang Lin walked out of the attic. Outside the attic, the several ancestors of the Nascent Soul Infant in the Heavenly Dao Sect remained silent. Wang Lin didn't even look at them, and his body soared into the air and stepped on the mosquito beast. At the end of the dragon tendons in the mouth of the mosquito beast, seven corpses were tied up.

Wang Lin did not stop at all, and quickly left the Tiandao Gate while riding on the mosquito beast. Far away, the seven corpses locked by dragon tendons were like the tail of a peacock, with a bright feeling of blood.

It was not until Wang Lin's figure disappeared into the sky that several Nascent Soul ancestors felt relieved, and they were all sweating profusely. One of them whispered: "Teng Family, it's over..."

"It's not just the Teng Family, Zhao Guo, this time, it's a day that will change..." Another person murmured to himself, then he took a deep breath, stared at the head of the Tiandao Sect who was staring at the distance, and said in a deep voice:

"Send the order to recall all disciples who have experienced outside. All industries related to the Teng family will be immediately interrupted. Several disciples in the sect who have experienced outside and formed dual cultivation with the Teng family women... cut off their ties and expelled them from the door. From then on, everything about his Teng family has nothing to do with my Tiandao Sect!"

After killing the seven Teng family members, Wang Lin's eyes were always cold. He had to be firm in his mind to do the destruction of the clan. If he had a little idea of ​​a woman, he would definitely not be able to take decisive action and would not be able to persist. After all, not everyone has the determination to do such a clan.

Wang Lin’s next goal is a sect tens of thousands of miles away from here. There are many descendants of the Teng family, with a total of 93 people!
Chapter completed!