The entire Suzaku Kingdom gathered most of the monks on the Suzaku Star at this time, and their goals were the same.

Enter the tomb of the Vermilion Bird and retrieve the soul of life!

The restrictions on the Zhuque Tomb caused a large number of high-level monks to gather at the foot of Zhuque Mountain outside this cemetery. Most of these people were in the God Transformation Stage, but there were some in the Infant Transformation Stage. Although there were only sixteen people, they occupied an open space one by one, completely blocking the entrance to Zhuque Tomb.

These sixteen people were close to this place when the Zhuque Tomb was opened, so they could arrive in less than a few days. Despite this, they still missed the qualification to enter the cemetery.

Before them, the number of people entering the Zhuque Tomb had reached its limit.

At this moment, the only way to enter this place is to wait for someone to die. If one dies, you can enter one!

Among the sixteen infant transformation monks, only one of them is in the late stage of infant transformation, and three are in the middle stage of infant transformation. The other ten are all in the early stage of infant transformation.

These sixteen people scattered at the entrance of the Zhuque's tomb, and their eyes swept towards the passage from time to time. If there is a flash of green light and ripples appear, it means that someone in the tomb is dead and can enter.

With these sixteen people here, all the monks around him dared not come forward. They were waiting, waiting for all the sixteen people to enter and then snatch each other's qualifications to enter the tomb of Suzaku.

After all, when you enter this place, you will have the opportunity to regain your life soul. For this opportunity to be connected to life, any person with the Suzaku Star will give everything.

The higher the cultivation level, the more this happens.

Wang Lin's figure gradually came from a distance. He was wearing white clothes and looked quite clear, especially his hair was scattered behind his head, moving with the wind, making him look more elegant.

During this trip, Situ Nan explained everything he knew in the Zhuque's tomb in detail. Wang Lin was not very sure about this trip. The Zhuque's tomb was several times more dangerous than he had imagined before.

"Situ Nan gave me a jade slip. Using this object, you can leave the Zhuque's tomb. However, if you do not obtain the Cultivation Star Crystal, you cannot get the soul back. Although Situ Nan has a way to keep my life safe, it will not be too troublesome, and the soul is incomplete, which will have some impact on future cultivation."

Wang Lin slowly approached. At the periphery of Zhuque Mountain, the monks either whispered in groups of three or five, meditated alone and kept silent, or had other thoughts when they were flashing.

The moment Wang Lin arrived, some monks looked up and looked at Wang Lin, and then their eyes flashed, and they immediately lowered their heads to make way.

There were many monks around, but after seeing Wang Lin, each of them changed slightly and stepped back.

Wang Lin walked past the monks and walked towards Zhuque Mountain. At this moment, a rebellious voice came from the front: "Stop!"

As the sound came, the crowd dispersed, and there were five monks sitting cross-legged there a hundred feet away from Zhuque Mountain in front. Within ten feet of their bodies, no monk dared to take a step.

These five people, three men and two women, seem to have a big difference in age, including young women, young men, and vicissitudes of life. The monks of the five people were all in the late stage of the God Transformation Great Perfection, especially the old man, who already contained a trace of immortal power in his body, and obviously reached the state of condensing the immortal body to impact the infant transformation.

However, there are not many immortal jades, so the body has only been tempered by a small part and has not been completely completed. But just this makes the old man's strength much stronger than that of ordinary god-transforming monks.

The person who scolded him was a young man next to the old man. He was handsome and handsome. On the first day of the first day of the day, he felt proud, but after careful observation, he could find that the person's eyes were shining.

Perhaps others can't see this, but although Wang Lin's appearance is always the same as when he was just practicing immortality, he is actually an old monster who has been practicing for hundreds of years. He can see through his heart at a glance when observing people.

He glanced at the young man casually, his body continued to walk before.

The young man showed a cautious look in his eyes, stepped forward and shouted, "Fellow Taoist, don't break the rules. My master will come first. After those predecessors in the infant stage enter, it will be my turn. Since you come, you should line up behind you!"

Wang Lin's eyes fell on the old man with the immortal power among the five people. The old man was wearing a black robe and looked like a skeleton, especially his eyes, flashing a faint light that calmed people's hearts. He looked at Wang Lin, but immediately, his eyes narrowed, as if he had some enlightenment.

"My master is the Venerable of the Barbarian Nanming..." The young man immediately claimed his name when he saw Wang Lin's expression was still the same.

"Shut up!" The old man's eyes flashed and shouted. In the stunned young man, the old man stood up, respectfully clasped his fists to Wang Lin, and said, "In the wilderness of Nanming, I pay homage to seniors. Nan's disciples are ignorant. Please forgive me for their offending words." After that, he hurriedly retreated aside and made way for the way.

As soon as this said, the four people around the old man were stunned, but they all stood up immediately and hurriedly retreated respectfully.

Wang Lin nodded to the old man, walked past them, and entered within a hundred feet of Zhuque Mountain. The moment he entered this place, except for the only old monster in the late stage of the infant transformation, fifteen gazes condensed on him like lightning.

"Master, what kind of cultivation is this person? Could it be that the infant becomes old? But why didn't the disciple even notice the slightest immortal power on him?" Behind Wang Lin, the unruly young man before sent a voice to the old man beside him.

"Of course you can't see that even the master discovered just now that this senior was approaching that his cultivation level was not only in the Infant Change Stage, but also in the late Infant Change Stage, second only to the late Infant Change Stage! Only the cultivator in the late Infant Change Stage, the immortal power in his body penetrates the whole body, thus reaching the bloodline, and there seems to be nothing surprising." The old man said in a voice transmission.

Fifteen gazes, when they condensed Wang Lin, the fifteen people's eyes suddenly showed their brilliance. In a flash, the fifteen people withdrew their gazes, silent to each other, and no one spoke.

Their behavior recognized Wang Lin's equal qualifications and they were able to join the group of sixteen people, the fastest group of entrants.

Wang Lin walked towards the foot of Zhuque Mountain, sat cross-legged at the entrance, and remained silent.

Among the sixteen infant transformation monks, the only one in the late infant transformation monk was a middle-aged man wearing a purple long gown and an ordinary appearance. He sat cross-legged there, his eyes closed, and a black ancient sword was placed in front of his knees. The golden sword spears moved with the wind, especially on it, two bells tied, and a series of soft and crisp sounds whirling in the wind.

A little monkey with red eyes squatted beside him, scratching his ears and foreheads, and sometimes grinned his teeth at the passage of the Vermilion Bird's tomb.

The moment Wang Lin sat cross-legged, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and without any fluctuations. He looked at Wang Lin and said calmly: "Zeng Niu!"

As soon as this statement came out, the fifteen infant transformation monks around him were moved and immediately looked at Wang Lin again!

The name Zeng Niu is famous for the Suzaku Star, and almost all monks know that if his battle with Red Butterfly was only circulated among the god-transforming monks and those infant transformation monks did not pay too much attention, then Li Yuanfeng's death and the destruction of the ancestor of the Troll Clan, these two major events will make the infant transformation monks immediately pay attention to the name Zeng Niu.

Wang Lin looked as usual, without any change. He looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly: "Is there any reason?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, touched the little monkey beside him, and said, "No."

Wang Lin stopped talking, but closed his eyes and rested.

The man's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "Joy Zeng is very determined to use the method of refining immortals and returning to the Yuan Dynasty to wash away the mortal roots in one fell swoop. Compared with others, the method of condensing the infant transformation can be completely washed away until the middle and late stages of the infant transformation. It is much stronger. If it weren't for the infant transformation monks, others would think that Joy Zeng has reached the late stage of the infant transformation, rather than the actual early stage of the infant transformation.

It is rare for people to try infant transformation in this way. No wonder they can kill Li Yuanfeng and the ancestor of the troll clan!”

Wang Lin frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked at the person, and said calmly: "Is there anything wrong?"

The man shook his head and said, "No."

"I'm going to recuperate, please don't bother!" Wang Lin said, closing his eyes again.

The man's eyes flashed slightly with a cold light. He exerted a little force on the little monkey beside him. The little monkey immediately screamed, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red.

At this moment, suddenly, the passage of the Vermilion Bird's tomb suddenly flashed with black light, and a blue ripples slowly rippled out from it. This means that someone in the Vermilion Bird's tomb can enter again.

The middle-aged man frowned, looked at Wang Lin, stood up and walked towards the passage. The red light of the little monkey beside him gradually dissipated, and he returned to normal again. Although he still emitted red light, it was several times weaker than before.

"Wang Lin, you don't know me now, but I know you! We haven't seen each other for a long time..." The middle-aged man said silently in his heart. As his whole body entered the passage and disappeared, he looked back at Wang Lin, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, staring at the figure of this person disappeared into the passage. He was sure that he had never seen this person before. However, the strange smile that the other party turned back last made him feel familiar. After thinking for a long time, he still didn't think about where he had seen such a smile.

After the middle-aged man disappeared, the three old monsters in the middle stage of the fifteen people immediately flashed their bodies and rushed into the passage, disappearing into it in a blink of an eye.

The remaining people immediately looked moved and rushed forward. Obviously, there were many people who died in the Zhuque's tomb this time, so naturally there were more people who could enter.

Wang Lin shook his body, followed everyone, and jumped forward. As the green light fluctuated, all the figures of the rushing in immediately disappeared into the passage.
Chapter completed!