: War Book

The people of the valley were very prepared for this attack, including Ouyang Hua, Thirteenth Group, and the rest of the tribe members in the third stage.

Half a month later, except for the Thirteenth group, the other two groups returned in triumph. Although there were casualties, the results were extremely rich.

However, the group of Thirteen had not returned, but it seemed like a cloud of darkness enveloped everyone's hearts.

Only Wang Lin looked as usual, without any turbulence. Three days later, early in the morning, a black mist flew quickly in the sky outside the valley. If you look closely at the black mist, you can clearly see that it was a lion with wings.

Although the lion has no scars, it is extremely listless. The whole body sometimes emits black mist and sometimes condenses again. It is obviously extremely weak and on the verge of collapse.

On his back, there was a person lying there, and the man was still motionless, with blood all over his body. In addition, there was a red line that crept around his body, as if parasitized in his body, and looked quite strange.

The main soul of the lion rushed towards the valley. Before it approached, several people appeared from the valley, unfolded their souls and released their souls and merged into the main soul of the lion. In this way, the main soul of the lion immediately revitalized.

The moment he saw this lion, almost everyone recognized it at a glance that this thing was Thirteen's main soul. When looking at the person on his back, it was clearly Thirteen!

After the lion's main soul entered the valley, it immediately whimpered, and its whole body turned into black light, and it was about to collapse.

At this moment, a plain voice suddenly echoed in the valley.

"Soul Condensation!"

Under a word, the black light transformed from the lion's master soul immediately flashed and shone brightly, and quickly condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, it returned to normal.

The people around the tribes showed respectful expressions on their faces, spreading a passage between them, and Wang Lin walked step by step with his hands behind his back.

When the lion's master soul saw Wang Lin, he immediately started to sob, as if he was extremely aggrieved. Wang Lin stretched out his hand to a little more void, and the lion's master soul immediately cheered, turned into a black light, and headed straight for Wang Lin's fingers.

Finally, it disappeared on his finger and turned into a black lion mark, appearing on his fingertips.

Everyone around had long been accustomed to Wang Lin's absolute control over his soul, and he did not dare to have any turbulence in his heart, and all bowed their heads respectfully.

Wang Lin walked step by step and stopped at the Thirteenth place. He looked down and a hint of gloom appeared on his face.

I saw a red line on Thirteen's body, like a dragon, drilling around in his body. Thirteen's face was pale, without any blood, and had no breath.

Wang Lin squatted down and tapped his right hand in front of Thirteen's chest. At this point, a sharp hissing sound suddenly came out of his body. At the same time, at the point where Wang Lin pointed, a red line immediately broke out wildly and rushed straight to Wang Lin like lightning.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and an invisible force suddenly radiated from his body. The speeding red line seemed to hit an iron plate, making a loud bang and bounced back.

At this moment, Wang Lin waved his fingers and immediately pinched the red line and pulled it. But when he heard a rapid hiss, the red line was pulled out of the Thirteenth body by Wang Lin.

The red line is about one zhang long. After being pulled out, it immediately twisted and danced, like a long snake. The other end of it rushed towards Wang Lin, but was once again blocked.

Wang Lin's eyes were full of cold light. With a pinch, the immortal power in his body emerged wildly and immediately rushed away along the red line. But after a burst of crackling sounds echoed, the red line thumped and turned into ashes and dissipated between the world.

After losing the red line, Thirteen's face gradually became rosy. Although he still did not wake up, he no longer had any worries about his life. However, Wang Lin's face became even more gloomy.

He could see at a glance that these thirteen were considered useless!

This person practiced soul refining techniques in his body and reached the three-star standard demonic power. At this moment, he lost all of it. If that were the case, it would be fine. His meridians were forcibly shattered. In addition, all the soul banners on his body were gone, and it was obviously taken away by someone.

The opponent's move was so cruel, but he did not kill Thirteen completely. Instead, he allowed the lion's main soul to take it away, which obviously had another purpose.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his right fingers formed a sword, and suddenly hit Shisan's eyebrows. At the same time, the demon crystal in his body shook, and a demonic power emanated from it, flowing directly from Wang Lin's two fingers into Shisan's forehead along the meridians.

Thirteen's body trembled and opened his eyes suddenly. He saw Wang Lin at a glance. He struggled to get up to pay homage, but found that his whole body could not move, and bursts of pain emerged like a tide.

"Master..." Thirteen struggled to speak. With his physical and mental agitation at this moment, he kept silently calling Wang Lin in his heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he didn't say anything.

"On the way back, we encountered a large tribe and took a detour, but we were still attacked by them. Among them, there was an old man in white. He took my soul banner, planted monsters in my body, and asked me to send a message, saying that if I wanted to return the soul banner, I would go and look for him directly."

Wang Lin nodded slightly, raised his right fingers and after raising his fingers, Thirteen's body trembled and he fell into a coma again.

"Take him to rest!" Wang Lin left his words, stepped on the void under his feet, and his whole body immediately turned into blue smoke and disappeared from the spot.

The people around him immediately followed and carried Thirteen back to the house, with someone else taking care of him.

Wang Lin left the valley, and his figure was like lightning, galloping into the distance. His face was gloomy and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Thirteen brought people to the other tribe, and they were attacking. Even if they failed, Wang Lin would not help. Things in this world are life and death. Wang Lin could see it thoroughly.

But now things are not the case. Thirteen passed by another tribe on the way back with the prisoners and was attacked by him. Moreover, the other party did not kill Thirteen, but instead planted monsters in his body. It would be fine if it was just, at most it would be a lesson. But the other party collected the soul banner and left words. If it wanted this banner, he would go directly to him.

In this way, the meaning will change completely, which is like a provocation, or in other words, this is a book of war!

Thirteenth is the other party’s living letter of war!

Since the other party has issued a letter of war, Wang Lin wants to see what kind of characters are there in this tribe that attacks Thirteen to challenge him!

Wang Lin was very scheming. He had decided that if the other party's cultivation level was much higher than his, then he would not care about this matter. Go back and think of a way to cure Thirteen and avoid this tribe.

However, although this possibility is, it is not great. Wang Lin could see through Thirteen that the cultivation of this spell caster was at most equivalent to the transformation of gods among monks!

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, and the speed was faster, like a meteor, which directly cut through the sky and shook away.

The Tianshui Tribe is located in the northwest of the Demon Spirit Land, on a plain, and is empty on all sides. It is not a good place to live, but there is an ancient formation here.

This formation is very powerful. When it spreads, it is protected within a radius of ten miles. Even if the night of the Demon Spirit comes, being in the formation can ensure absolute safety.

In the land of demon spirit, the key to the survival of a tribe is whether you can find a guardian formation. In the land of demon spirit, such formations are more common, but not many can cover a range of ten miles.

The larger the coverage, the stronger the formation, and the most important thing is that it represents the tribe living here, the greater its development space.

For example, the range within the valley is so large that once the number of people living in exceeds a certain number, they cannot absorb new people into it. The formation range of this plain ten miles, so there will naturally be more people living in it.

At this moment, in this Tianshui tribe, there were two old men sitting in a rather simple house.

The two old men were wearing gray clothes and the other was wearing white clothes. They sat opposite each other, and between them, there was a purple tea set.

The old man in white picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Of those things brought to this place, this tea is the most in line with my wishes."

The old man in gray also picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "When will you go back?"

The old man in white pondered for a while and said, "Tomorrow, I can't leave the ancient demon city for too long. This time I came back to visit relatives and have lived there for a month. If I don't go back, it's hard to get a job with the left-wing general."

The old man in gray nodded and said, "You injured his disciple and took the strange little flag. What if the other party comes to him when he leaves?"

The old man in white flashed his eyes and said, "So what? Just kill it with the formation!"

The old man in gray frowned and said in a deep voice: "That group of people is not simple. Almost all of them have reached more than one star of demonic power, and they have mastered the magical powers of martial arts, especially the leader. Those small flags in his hands can actually summon demon souls to attack. They didn't provoke us, but you took a fancy to the other person's small flag. Not only did you kill someone and grab treasures, but you even let the leader leave, indirectly, and wanted to lure the person behind him out. You did this a little too much!"

The old man in white laughed and said, "I am a deacon under the command of the left-wing general of the ancient demon city. I killed a few savages. How could I say that the person behind me would not be too strong. Otherwise, if I were really capable, how could I live in this wild tribe? I had already gone to the ancient demon city to seek a position. I led him here just to get the real way to use this small flag from him. It would be fine if he came. If he didn't come, I would go directly to the tribe where he was located to snatch it back tomorrow morning!"

"Is the mantra in the young man's mind fake?" asked the old man in gray.
Chapter completed!