The ancestor of the troll clan held the red giant axe in his right hand, and his whole person immediately became completely different from before at this moment, as if he had held the axe and turned into another person.

A stream of red aura spread out from the axe and drilled into it along the arm of the troll ancestor. But when he saw that his facial features and seven orifices, a trace of red aura was emitting from there. From a distance, it looked extremely ferocious.

These red air did not condense in front of him, but were absorbed by the axe, forming a cycle.

The red energy flowed into the ancestor's body from the axe, and then radiated from his body and was absorbed by the axe. Every time this process lasted for a breath, the stronger the aura of the ancestor of the troll clan became.

He was in mid-air, looking down at Wang Lin, with a grim smile on his lips, especially on his left arm that had just been cut off by Xu Liguo, at this moment, a series of red auras also emerged, and suddenly turned into a red arm.

With a low shout, the axe in the right hand of the troll clan ancestor immediately threw forward, and at the same time, the left hand, which was completely condensed with red energy, grabbed the axe. At this moment, the red energy shone brightly.

"Wang Lin, die!" The ancestor of the troll clan roared, and took his body forward. The axe in his hand was instantly raised and slashed down frantically.

He was extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, he came to Wang Lin and fell down with the axe.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and the fairy sword in his hand immediately raised up and collided with the red giant axe in an instant.

"boom"

The sound of shocking the world and hiding through the sky came from the place where the axes and swords collided.

Wang Lin felt a great force, and suddenly came from the axe. His body immediately shook, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body immediately retreated.

This retreat is a hundred feet.

Looking at the troll ancestor, he spewed out a mouthful of blood at this moment, but his feet seemed to have taken root and did not retreat in a single step, but his body immediately shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and almost one-third of it shrank in a blink of an eye.

Although the ancestor of the troll clan is not skinny, he looks like he never feels as strong as before.

A roar came from the mouth of the troll ancestor. At this moment, he was like an ancient ferocious beast, with dazzling red light showing his eyes. He held the giant axe and stepped forward, and his whole person turned into a red lightning, rushing towards Wang Lin frantically.

"My son Wang Lin, die!" The ancestor of the trolls roared, and the giant axe in his hand was raised again and slashed down.

Wang Lin retreated and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He pinched his right hand, held it forward with a low grip, and vomited lightly: "Soul Banner!"

The sky suddenly darkened, as if all the light was condensed in front of Wang Lin, but a huge soul banner that was more than three feet high and illusory as if it was a flashing open fire appeared in his hand.

This banner is three meters tall, but the banner is wider, all over purple, with twelve golden lights flashing on it, emitting purple and gold light.

The moment the soul banner appeared, countless howling sounds were heard on the ground, as if countless lonely ghosts were wailing. Black air quickly rose from the ground and rushed to escape around.

The sky is now dull and dark, like black sand hiding the sky, the sun and the moon are falling.

Looking at the ancestor of the troll clan again, his impact was as fast as lightning, and the red giant axe in his hand made a violent buzzing sound.

The troll ancestor's eyes showed a hint of horror and a deep fear hidden in his red eyes.

"This... this is from the Soul Refining Sect..." The ancestor of the trolls took a breath. He vaguely recognized the origin of the banner, but he did not dare to believe it completely. After all, the soul banner in his memory would never appear in Wang Lin's hands.

But at this moment, the appearance of this soul banner was almost exactly the same as the thing he remembered, but he couldn't help but believe it.

The first time the ten billion soul banners were summoned by Wang Lin.

At this moment, at the border of the trolls, the woman in purple who had been watching the battle suddenly frowned and said to herself: "Duntian drove me out of the Soul Refining Sect. It turned out that she wanted Wang Lin to inherit the inheritance of the 100 billion soul banners... Although it was an illusory segmentation banner, its power was not something that the ancestor of the trolls could resist."

The woman in purple sighed. She had been searching for Wang Lin Daoxin for a long time, but she could not find any clues. Only when the other party was in a coma, she might be able to succeed.

Thinking of this, she stepped on her feet and was about to pass, but, at this moment, she suddenly stopped and looked back to the distance.

I saw a big man in a purple robe wearing a straw hat walking step by step from a distance.

"Miss Liumei, your opponent is me!" Before the Han Dynasty arrived, the voice came first.

The woman in purple dress glanced at the big man and said softly: "With the Liming straw hat of Uncle Skylark, I believe you are one of the four people selected by Uncle Master. However, with your mere mid-stage level of God Transformation, it is not enough to stop me."

The big man laughed and said, "Miss Liumei's cultivation is so powerful that she will naturally lose her power. However, the old senior Yunqiuzi has a life, so Zhou dared not to ignore it. It would be better for a girl, you can talk to me and go back to report it later. In this way, I have an excuse, right?"

The woman in purple put the hair that was blown away by the breeze behind her ears, smiling like a lily blooming, and covered her mouth and said, "You are interesting, but you have to wait a while and how about drinking with you after I go to help the ancestor of the trolls?"

The big man shook his head and smiled and said, "No, Wang Lin is my old friend, how can I let you leave?"

The woman in purple sighed, glanced at the big man, and said softly, "You go, I don't want to hurt you." As she said that, she moved and was about to leave.

The big man sat cross-legged, pinched his hands, and his soul moved, and his artistic conception suddenly came to his body. But behind him, the figure of a young man with a beautiful face appeared. The young man looked at the big man with a deep admiration.

The woman in purple paused again, turned around and stared at the big man. Her expression swept away her charm before, and a trace of coldness and ruthlessness hidden in her eyes showed her deep coldness and whisper: "Zhanqing Dao... No wonder you are attracted to the uncle. It turns out that this artistic conception I realized is so great perseverance and a cruel heart..."

Understand the feelings of the master and apprentice, use your intentions to recruit disciples, use your thoughts to cultivate children, use your affection to give favors, create love with your heart, and enter the spirit with sorrow. All of their actions are to make oneself devote himself to this relationship between the master and apprentice.

When he finally realizes his artistic conception and is about to transform into a god, it is the day when he takes action to kill his disciples, and he personally kills all his disciples who have placed his heart on his own. He must not die with one knife. Instead, he must go through countless pains and let his heart experience bone-to-bone pain again and again, so that the ultimate sorrow in his heart can reach the last step of entering into the god with sorrow!

It seems to be sentient, but in fact it is ruthless, but in this ruthlessness, there is the ultimate emotion and nature. This state of transformation of mortality can be understood by people.

When Wang Lin saw this person, he couldn't help but sigh that he could not do this himself.

Wang Lin held a billion soul banners in his hand, and his soul merged with this banner. As his mind moved, the billion soul banners immediately danced without wind, and the huge whistling sound that shocked the nine earths in the nine heavens, and roared out from the ten billion soul banners.

Countless souls rushed out of the soul banner frantically, and under the leadership of the twelve purple gold infants transformed into main souls, they roared and appeared from the soul banner.

The face of the troll ancestor changed drastically. He never expected that Wang Lin had such a magic weapon and felt bitter inside. If he had known this, he would not fight with this person no matter what. Escape was the best choice.

But at this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Once he retreated at this time, there was only one way to die. So I tried to fight! A trace of madness appeared in the eyes of the ancestor of the trolls. He roared and rushed again. At a speed of three points faster than before, he frantically raised the giant axe and shouted: "Oncestors bless me and help me kill this person!"

At this moment, a lightning flashed across the sky. The color of the lightning was red. The moment it passed by, the earth seemed to be dyed blood red.

The Troll Ancestor was the one who held the lightning, but his figure became dispensable and inconspicuous under the power of lightning.

There was only this lightning in the whole sky at this moment. Suddenly, it fell towards Wang Lin. During the lightning, the figure of the red giant axe inside it was revealed.

Wang Lin stared at a red spot in front of him, his eyes calmed, and pointed his right hand forward, and said lightly: "Soul Banner, Swallow!"

Billions of souls roared in. As the red lightning came, they saw twelve purple gold main banners suddenly rushing out, equivalent to twelve infant transformation monks. The twelve main souls immediately pinched their hands with their hands, and magical techniques appeared immediately.

I saw a golden thread immediately appeared in the bodies of the twelve purple gold master souls, connecting them into one piece, and suddenly formed a net of heaven and earth, trapping the red lightning inside it.

At the same time, around this net of heaven and earth, hundreds of millions of souls seemed to receive the call of the main soul in an instant, and immediately came from all directions with a violent momentum that seemed to be able to break through the heaven and earth.

If you look at it from a high altitude, the twelve main souls form a circle, and outside the circle there are endless souls. At this moment, all the souls rush into the circle.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"

As the soul poured in, the sky and the earth shook, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly. Only occasionally could I hear the tragic hum of the troll ancestor.

But at this moment, a red light slashed out from it like a sky, opening a gap. But when the ancestor of the troll tribe was already skinny and boneless, as if he had no hope of life, he quickly rushed out with a giant axe.

After he appeared, he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed, and he turned around and looked at Wang Lin viciously, and was about to escape, but it was still too late.
Chapter completed!