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Inside the Tianluo Sect, the council hall.

Jiang Baili sat opposite the prophet.

"I didn't expect Wang Lin to really be able to raise his strength to such a level in such a short period of time, the prophet really has good eyesight. ”

Jiang Baili smiled and looked at the prophet, with the strength that Wang Lin showed today, he was afraid that he Jiang Baili was not Wang Lin's opponent.

"This son will become a great weapon in the future, but I am afraid that our Tianluo Sect will not be able to keep him!" the prophet's gaze looked into the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Oh!" the prophet's words made Jiang Baili startled.

Wang Lin is just a kid from the Kunlun realm, and being able to accept the inheritance of Dongtian in the Yuqing realm can be said to be the creation of this kid.

Unexpectedly, listening to the meaning of the prophet, Wang Lin would have greater opportunities in the future.

Wang Lin looks like he is only twenty years old, if he continues to develop like this, he is afraid that he will be the sect master of the Luo Sect this day.

Thinking of today's daytime, the disciples of the Tianluo Sect looked at Wang Lin's fanatical gaze, and Jiang Baili felt a faint worry in his heart.

"You need not doubt that the future accomplishment of this son will be above you and me!" said the prophet with great certainty.

Jiang Baili's eyes became gloomy.

Wang Lin is not a disciple of his Tianluo Sect, and he is not even a person from the Yuqing Realm, if his strength is really as strong as the prophet said, then I am afraid that in the future, they Tianluo Sect will not be able to control Wang Lin.

If this is the case, then they are likely to suffer from it in the future.

The prophet's gaze looked at Jiang Baili who was deep in thought, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the next few days, the people of the demon clan would harass the Tianluo Sect from time to time.

It's just that such battles are all small-scale.

Wang Lin cultivated in his room all day long, these small fish and shrimp, it was not his turn to make a move, only when Luo Zong encountered a crisis that day, he needed to take action.

Although the days are a little dull, everyone in the Tianluo Sect knows that the demon clan will never stop like this.

The reason why the demons have not made a move for a long time must be waiting for something.

Three days later, the answer was revealed.

On this day, the demon clan once again launched a large-scale attack on the Tianluo Sect.

All the disciples and elders of the Tianluo Sect came to the front line of the battle.

This is a scuffle, and it is very likely to be the most tragic war ever in the Yuqing Realm.

Countless demons and righteous paths died in battle on this small land.

Tianluo Sect also did his best, and in these days, no less than ten elders alone had died in battle.

Not to mention those disciples of the Tianluo Sect, there were countless casualties.

Once a war begins, there is no end in sight.

On this day, the demons stopped their daily non-stop attack.

Tianluo Sect got a rare respite, only the prophet, and there was a faint melancholy in his eyes.

He knew that this so-called calm was just a moment of calm before the storm.

The reason why the demons stopped attacking was also because they were going to prepare for a more ferocious attack.

Soon, above the sky of Tianluo Sect, a figure of a man in black appeared.

The man was dressed in a black robe with a golden dragon embroidered on it.

The black-shirted man has a delicate appearance, a handsome face, and there is no trace of time at all.

It's just that from the gestures of this black-shirted man, I can feel a trace of calmness and calmness, obviously, this black-shirted man is not young.

"Who is it, who killed many good hands of the demon clan and came out to die!"

The black-shirted man didn't speak loudly, but his voice was like thunder rolling in the sky, returning to the sky above the Tianluo Sect.

Everyone knew that the person the black-shirted man was looking for was Wang Lin.

In these days, there are at least a hundred demon masters who have died under Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's murderous name has spread throughout the demon clan.

At this time, Wang Lin has become a thorn in the eye of the demons.

Judging from the momentum of this black-shirted man, the strength of this black-shirted man is definitely extraordinary, obviously, the purpose of this person's trip is to trouble Wang Lin.

Everyone's eyes looked at the wooden house on the mountain, which was where Wang Lin cultivated.

The black-shirted man saw everyone's eyes looking at the wooden house, and he also knew that the person he was looking for was in this wooden house.

The black-shirted man smiled slightly, raised his palm, and slapped it towards the wooden house.

A majestic true qi shot out from the black-shirted man's hand, shooting straight towards the wooden house on the mountain.

The black-shirted man was at least ten miles away from the wooden house.

At such a distance, the black-shirted man actually shot directly, obviously very confident in his palm power.

The majestic true qi, in the blink of an eye, is about to hit the wooden house.

At this time, in the wooden house, the figure of a teenager flashed.

The young man waved the long sword in his hand to block the true qi.

The wooden house behind him, intact.

Although the distance was very far, the black-shirted man's eyesight was excellent, and he could still see Wang Lin's face clearly.

Unexpectedly, his opponent turned out to be such a young person.

Wang Lin held the Immortal Sword in his hand and volleyed into the air, facing the black-shirted man.

"The hero is a young man, I didn't expect the old ghost and the smiling Buddha to be your opponents, it seems that you kid has two brushes!" said the black-shirted man suspiciously, with a hint of disdain on his handsome face.

Obviously, for Wang Lin, he didn't think so.

"Who are you? Wang Lin looked at the black-shirted man opposite calmly and asked.

"Hehe," the man in the black shirt put his hands behind his back, and the breeze blew his very good black shirt, and the whole person looked like a jade tree in the wind, extremely chic.

"I'm Yang Zong!"

The man in the black shirt slowly said his name.

His voice was not loud, but when everyone in the Tianluo Sect heard it, it was like a thunderbolt.

Yang Zong, the left protector of the demon clan.

Its strength is in the demon race, but it is second only to the existence of the demon lord.

It's just that this Yang Sect has always been chic and rarely pays attention to demon things.

Unexpectedly, this time, Yang Zong would personally take action.

The eyes of everyone in the Tianluo Sect looked at Wang Lin.

In their eyes, there was a hint of worry.

"Yang Zong, I haven't heard of it!" Wang Lin said with a grin, looking at his expression, without the slightest worry.

Yang Zong's slender eyes narrowed.

His name Yang Zong is in the Yuqing realm, and no one knows it.

The kid in front of him arrogantly said that he had never heard his name.

"I haven't heard of it, okay, I want to know today, the old man's name!" Yang Zong grinned, he raised his right hand and stretched out a finger at Wang Lin.

"Finger of Silence!"

Yang Zong gently spit out three words.

When everyone in the demon clan heard Onion's words, their eyes showed fanaticism.

Silence refers to one of the supreme martial arts of the demon race.

This weapon, which had only been heard of in legends on weekdays, was unexpectedly displayed by Yang Zong.

Yang Zong showed such a domineering Wuji as soon as he came up, it was because Wang Lin's arrogant attitude made Yang Zong very unhappy.

Moreover, Wang Lin's ability to easily kill the old ghost and the smiling Buddha also proves that Wang Lin's strength is not trivial.

Since this is the case, Yang Yang Sect has no reason to stay, and he will use this domineering Silence Finger as soon as he goes up to see how Wang Lin responds.

The furious true qi swept and smashed towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's brows furrowed slightly.

The power of this move was so powerful that he had never seen it in his life.

It seems that this Yang Zong's strength is extremely strong.

Facing Yang Zong's silent finger, Wang Lin didn't dare to be careless.

The true qi in the body is running, and the immortal sword in his hand is shining.

The immortal sword in Wang Lin's hand stabbed out against Yang Zong's Silent Finger.

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