Entering the City

The people from the Soul Refining Tribe walked out one after another, and somebody started to start and knelt on the ground. Then, all the tribe members knelt down one after another, and worshiped in a low voice in the direction where Wang Lin was heading.

In their hearts, Wang Lin is the leader of a clan. He is the ancestor of the entire Soul Refining Tribe. With him, the Soul Refining Tribe will never perish.

Ouyang Hua also knelt on the ground. Four years passed by in his mind. Over the past four years, his own cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Sometimes he remembered all of this, as if he was dreaming.

Looking at the tribe with more than 5,000 people around him, Ouyang Hua could only describe Wang Lin as the word "reverence".

Wang Lin's footsteps stepped out step by step and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, but none of them stood up here.

Ten miles away from the Soul Refining Tribe, Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, and a purple gold light suddenly shook out, and suddenly turned into a giant beast in the air. The beast's body was about ten feet in size, with a purple gold color all over it. A huge mouthpiece emitted a cold light.

It is a mosquito beast!

Half a year ago, it woke up and its overall strength was far greater than before. Even an ordinary god-transforming monk would probably not be the opponent of this beast if he fought with him at this moment.

Wang Lin analyzed that this beast is currently almost the same as the Great Perfectionist in the late stage of the God Transformation.

In addition to the role of the golden spiritual root, all of this is also closely related to the unique system of the beast itself. In the flash of purple gold, a breath that looked like the king of beasts faintly spread out.

If you don't look at this breath carefully, it will be difficult to detect.

In the memory of the ancient god Tu Si, Wang Lin knew that this mosquito beast did not exist alone in the starry sky, but appeared in groups. Since it was a group of people, there must be a leader among them.

This beast is constantly evolving towards the leader.

But at present, there is still a big gap between the leader.

You should know that the mosquito beast group back then, even the ancient god Tu Si was a little afraid and retreated in a panic.

As soon as the mosquito beast appeared, it immediately let out a sharp roar, and its sound was sharp. As the transmission was transmitted, Thirteen and Tiger Roar suddenly turned pale. With their cultivation, they obviously could not withstand the penetration power in this sound.

After roaring, the mosquito beast bent down and landed in front of Wang Lin. He rubbed Wang Lin's body with his huge mouthpiece, showing a pleasing look in his eyes.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, raised his right hand and touched the mosquito beast. He jumped and sat cross-legged on his back.

"You two, come up too!" Wang Lin said calmly.

Thirteen gritted his teeth, and he thought to himself that he must not let the ancestor be embarrassed. He jumped and stepped on the back of the mosquito beast. The moment his body fell, a cold and cold air directly entered his body along his feet.

With his body refining technique, it was completely ineffective against the cold and yin aura. His body trembled, and a numb feeling immediately surged throughout his body. If it weren't for his amazing perseverance, he would have collapsed long ago.

When Hu Yao saw Thirteen coming up, he was naturally unwilling to fall behind. He gritted his teeth and flew to the back of the mosquito beast. The cold and cold aura suddenly emerged all over his body.

After finally standing forcibly, Hu roared and smiled bitterly, thinking that the ancestor was indeed powerful, and the monster he conquered had such cultivation. It was really terrible.

Seeing Thirteen and Tiger Roaring, a hint of admiration flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. With a thought, the mosquito beast immediately roared, and its body rushed out like lightning.

A strong gale suddenly rushed over and hit the three of them. Wang Lin did not feel any discomfort with the gale, but instead felt quite comfortable.

As for Thirteen and Hu Yao, they seemed to be hit by a hurricane, and if they were not careful, they would be blown away far away.

Thirteen roared lowly and immediately used all his demonic power to continuously weaken the power of the gust of wind with the technique of body refining. The tiger roar also closed his eyes and breathed in the demonic power to resist the gust of wind.

This place is 30 million miles away from the ancient demon city. Even at the speed of mosquitoes and beasts, it will take some time to reach it. Wang Lin is not in a hurry, so he will not use the technique of great movement to waste his immortal power in his body.

Mosquito beasts galloped between the sky and the earth. Wherever they passed, countless tribes on the ground opened their own defensive formations. In their eyes, mosquito beasts were too powerful. You must know that it had formed a thunder rushing in the air with just speed. Flying all the way, it was like a thunder thunder coming. The rumbling sound spread from afar, with an extremely amazing momentum.

When Wang Lin had just entered the demon spirit land, he did not know that there were formations and tribal people here. In addition, the formation had a hidden effect, so he never found that there were people here. But now, he had a certain understanding of the demon spirit land. At this moment, he looked down again and saw countless tribes along the way.

These tribes are strong and weak, big and small, and the number of tribes is also very different.

"If my soul refining tribe could swallow and fuse all tribes in this demon spirit land, then the power formed would probably be shocked even to the nine demon spirit counties!" Wang Lin's eyes were cold.

Seven days later, the ancient demon city was shaking its eyes. When he was a hundred miles away from the ancient demon city, he took back the mosquito beast and landed on the ground with Thirteen and Tiger Roar.

Thirteen had a calm personality. Although he had walked tens of thousands of miles away from the tribe in his life, he was now 30 million miles away from the tribe. He never dreamed that he could come here one day, but he was a little excited and suppressed his face, expressionless, cold expression, and no emotion at all.

His expression at this moment was quite similar to that of Wang Lin. In fact, Thirteen four years ago did not have such a personality. Over the past four years, his awe of Wang Lin made him intentionally or unintentionally imitate everything about Wang Lin.

This place is a city in Tian Yao County within a radius of countless miles, an ancient demon city!

For all tribes, the ancient demon city is the place where the power of heaven is, and that is the holy land! It is a place that cannot be blasphemed and the end of everyone's dream in this life.

However, all this may be effective for Thirteen four years ago, but Thirteen at this moment, the power of the sky in his mind is Wang Lin, the holy land in his mind, the valley of the tribe, and the end of his dream is to be recognized by Wang Lin!

As for the tiger roar, it was still a little shortcoming compared to Thirteen. When he saw this ancient demon city, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and worshipped quietly.

After a while, he realized, and quickly stood up, showing a look of shame on his face. Especially after seeing Thirteen's expression cold and without any excitement as he was, he felt that he was being compared by the other party. So he took a deep breath and spitted hard at the ancient demon city, muttered a few words in a low voice, and the look of awe swept away, and replaced it with disdain.

Wang Lin smiled silently at the performance of Thirteen and Tiger Roar. He stepped forward, and his whole body was like a ray of blue smoke, slowly leaving.

Thirteen and Tiger Roared closely behind.

The distance of hundreds of miles was quickly jumped by three people, and the ancient demon city was vividly remembered!

The ancient demon city is extremely huge and almost impossible to see the edge at first sight. The size of this city is the only one Wang Lin saw in his life. However, after he truly crossed the starry sky, what Wang Lin saw in his eyes were planets and nebula. Even if the city was large, it was still insignificant in his eyes.

When entering this city, Wang Lin did not restrain his immortal power. He looked calm and stepped forward.

There are many people coming and going to the north gate of this city, so naturally there are guards.

Wang Lin knew that in the world of cultivation, everything depends on strength to speak. If there are too many low-key people, it will be bad. There are many people queuing up to enter the city here. If you wait, you may not be able to enter.

He simply bypassed the crowd and headed straight for the city gate. Thirteen and Tiger Roar followed Wang Lin immediately. Compared to Tiger Roar, Thirteen's expression was a little nervous at this moment, and Thirteen's expression was cold and more steady.

Wang Lin's sudden walk towards the city gate was immediately extremely obvious in the eyes of the city gate guards. These guards were all demon soldiers under the mansion of the left-wing demon general in the ancient demon city.

Everyone's cultivation is equivalent to the foundation-building stage among cultivators. In their eyes, Wang Lin is like an ordinary wilderness man, and there is no demonic power in his body.

But behind Wang Lin, Thirteen and Chi Hu, had demonic power in their bodies. Judging from their appearance, they should have reached the top of the Three Ages.

Wang Lin suddenly became mysterious in the eyes of these guards to make such a person a servant. However, just this is not enough to make these guards break the rules.

As Wang Lin walked in, one of the guards took a step forward. He was wearing black armor and even took out a spear in his hand. At this moment, the spear swept forward and said coldly: "Get back?"

"Rareless!" Without waiting for Wang Lin to speak, Thirteen took a step forward and punched him. In Thirteen's mind, Wang Lin was the power of heaven, and all those who disrespect Wang Lin were his enemies.

He had no reservations about this punch. The troll tribe's body refining technique made his body hard like iron. This punch was even more like a flying sword among a monk. He punched it out with a punch, causing it to roar through the air, and even the space around was slightly distorted, lingering towards the demon guard.

The demon soldier's expression changed drastically. Thirteen's punch looked like a meteor in his eyes, and there was a strange force contained in it. He wanted to dodge, but he found that his body was bound by an invisible force, as if he was in water, and his movement immediately became slower.

But this man has been through the battlefield for a long time and has experienced the master. At this time of crisis, his spear immediately stood in front of him and stepped back with the maximum amplitude.

Thirteen's fist fell on the spear, but after a muffled sound, the spear suddenly broke inch by inch, as if it was destroyed by force, and all became broken.

The demon guard's face turned pale. Although the constraints outside his body disappeared, his body took a few steps back, and then he stabilized, leaving blood donated behind the corners of his mouth.
Chapter completed!