Looking at the back of the golden lion, Wang Ling smiled coldly and chased after him.

After a while, a huge beast's nest appeared, and I saw the golden lion sitting in the beast's nest, followed by a bare lion cub.

"It's really a family." Wang Ling smiled coldly, threw the fierce sword in his hand, and rushed straight to the beast's nest.

And he himself stood in place, controlling the fierce sword with his mind, and slashed at the beast's nest.

There was an earth-shattering roar from the beast's lair, and the golden lion stood up and swung his claws at the fierce sword.

The shadow flashed in mid-air, and the sword shadow stood on the fingernail, and then was blown away by the cold bullet.

After seeing that the golden lion blocked the blow, he hurriedly checked his nails and found that there were no gangrene marks, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Ling had already withdrawn the fierce sword, held it in front of his chest, and with a sword thunder trick, a thin sword flew out from behind him.

There was a faint sound of thunder, and the thin smoke had disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the golden lion's eyes jumped, as if taken aback, and hurriedly waved his claws and slapped forward.

However, the place where the claw fell was empty, and at the same time, a tiny line of blood spread out on the lion's claw, emitting a faint thunderbolt.

The explosions rang out one after another, and the golden lion's other paw had already struck, and blocked Bo Yan's attacks one after another.

Wang Ling didn't expect Bo Yan to win by surprise, because the old lion in front of him was too strong, and his perception was definitely terrifying.

Since the fierce sword can restrain this lion, then use this sword to slash it.

Thinking of this, he swung his sword and slashed.

The sword qi was one after another, like a sea of waves, and it rushed towards the golden lion one after another.

The golden lion's eyes changed slightly, turned around and lifted the little lion, got up and rushed out of the beast's nest, and flew straight into the distance.

"Let's go." Wang Ling withdrew the thin cigarette, held the fierce sword, and also ran to the old lion to kill.

The sword body hummed, as if sensing his mood, and the demonic breath surged and slowly enveloped him.

Immediately, Wang Ling felt that his body had become extremely light, and his speed had increased greatly.

Halfway through, Wang Ling closed the distance, and the fierce sword in his hand slashed again.

The sword qi was more than a thousand meters away, sweeping through the mountains and forests along the way, and countless strange beasts complained and dismembered one after another.

The golden lion resisted in panic, the back of his claw was injured, and a scar mark appeared from the wound. It glanced at the scars, and its eyes showed a look of extreme fear, and it fled more quickly.

Wang Ling was bent on chasing and killing the old lion, and seeing that the distance was approaching, the fierce sword in his hand slashed again.

The mountains and forests in front of me were turned to ashes in an instant.

The demonic breath emerged, from the ruins, wisps of wisps, and submerged into the body of the fierce sword.

The sword body trembled, and the demonic flames immediately rose, and a ferocious momentum slowly spread.

Looking at the changes in the fierce sword, Wang Ling's brows furrowed slightly, and his pace couldn't help but slow down.

The old lion took the opportunity to go away, and his figure slowly shrank, and he was about to disappear.

"That's fine." A sigh was issued.

Wang Ling looked at the back of the golden lion, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he chased after him with his sword again.

The sword body hummed, the magic breath became more powerful, and he also felt that the speed increased even more, and the old lion, who was originally far away in the sky, had caught up with Sumeru.

"Kill." The demon's breath seemed to feel his killing intent, and it rose up layer by layer.

Feeling this change, Wang Ling frowned, but still swung his sword.

Under a slash, the demon's breath boiled, and the body turned into seven pitch-black skeletons, catching up with the golden lion in a blink of an eye, opening its mouth one by one to swallow an elephant, full of sharp teeth, biting towards the lion's body.

The golden lion exploded, his eyes showed fear, he couldn't avoid it, he was bitten by a skeleton, he cried out in pain, and retreated.

Falling in the distance, and looking at the wound again, there were large patches of skin showing gangrene marks, which were several times more serious than the sword wound.

With a fierce light in his eyes, he put down the little lion and blocked the front, looking at Wang Ling coldly.

The bare lion whined, but was swept away by the old lion's tail and landed in the distance.

Wang Ling looked the golden lion up and down, and asked, "Brother Bai, what do you think of this one?" ”

"It's suitable, but when you're old, your flesh and blood are aging."

"In that case." Wang Ling put away the fierce sword, ignored the golden lion, and turned to leave.

Looking at Wang Ling's back, the golden lion seemed to understand, and there was a look of luck in his eyes, so he called out to the little lion.

The little lion screamed again and again, and ran over with his fart, rubbing the old lion's body.

Half a month later, there was a roar in a low grass.

Beneath a tall stone monument, more than a dozen large white spiders are surrounding a young man.

This person is Wang Ling, who went deep into the continent, facing the beasts, holding a fierce sword and slashing continuously.

In the blink of an eye, three spiders fell to the ground, wailing incessantly, their bodies changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, wisps of demonic breath emitted and sank into the body of the fierce sword.

The spiders were terrified, but they still howled incessantly, and their ferocity erupted, and they rushed up.

But seeing that the long sword was raised, a sword qi swept across, and another spider was cut off from the waist.

Screams came from the mouths of these strange beasts, and the attack gradually became frenzied.

But the young man who was besieged was not panicked, his body was in an orderly manner, his body was shrouded in demonic breath, and his speed was not at any speed for a while, far above the spider, and he easily dodged the deadly killing machine again and again.

Poof, poof, poof.

The rest of the spiders were killed one after another, and the last few of them finally lost their fighting spirit and fled into the distance in panic.

Wang Ling didn't chase after him, he stood in place, patted the dust on his body, and looked up at the stone tablet in front of him.

The stele is as smooth as jade, and only the word 'bucket' is engraved on it.

If the ordinary handwriting is okay, but this character is different, not only the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, the writer's skills are profound, and the handwriting contains a certain unique charm, with the power of consciousness to probe for a long time, so that he is unconsciously lost.

"I don't know which predecessor left it, it's so strange." Wang Ling muttered to himself, and at the same time unceremoniously waved his sword, standing on top of the stone tablet.

A cloud of sparks emerged, the sword body shook, and where the blade fell, the stele was unharmed.

"Huh?" Wang Ling's gaze immediately fell on the stone tablet.

"I see, the stele is protected by special laws." Wang Ling noticed it and muttered to himself.

As he spoke, his gaze had fallen behind the stone monument.

It was empty, but when the power of his consciousness reached out, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no trace of it.

"Regardless of your cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, today I will explore the truth and reality." Wang Ling snorted coldly and expanded the stone tablet in one step.

As soon as the sky darkened, thunderbolts descended and slashed at him.

Bang.

Wang Ling's whole body burst out with golden light, shaking the thunder with his palm, and not falling into the wind.

The thunder was furious, bombarding one after another.

The explosions continued one after another, surrounding Wang Ling's body.

During the battle, the sky flashed, and a thunder giant slowly emerged, two giant eyes, as majestic as thunder and fire, snorted coldly in his mouth, and picked up the axe in his hand to split.

The shadow of the axe turned into a hurricane, causing the void to shake. Sensing the danger, Wang Zero gave up the thunder and turned to deal with the giants.

Thunder and lightning roared, slapping on Wang Ling's body one after another.

His body was full of aura, and there seemed to be a strange charm circulating.

Then I saw his eyes flash, and he spewed out two runes of the law of thunder and lightning, which fell in mid-air and expanded rapidly, turning into two umbrella covers to block the thunder.

But the power of the law is limited after all, and it only resists for a moment before it is scattered. Wang Ling was bombarded by thunder again, his body was injured, and blood flowed out of his red clothes.

The thunder giant took the opportunity to attack continuously, and the shadow of the axe danced, like a dragon flying, and the power was unparalleled.

Seeing that the situation was gradually becoming a crisis, Wang Ling held down the Qiankun bag, and with a shake, the demonic breath surged to envelop his body, and then, he already held the fierce sword in his hand and killed the thunder giant.

There was a flash in the air, and before the giant could react, the fierce sword had already landed on its neck and flashed by.

The giant was not beheaded, but after eating the blow just now, it didn't seem to be comfortable, and the thunder on the surface of his body was much darker.

Roar.

The giant axe in his hand was fierce, and he attacked it as if he were injured, like a madman.

However, Wang Ling advanced and retreated to a certain extent, and hit the giant's eyebrows with a sword.

With a terrible howl, the giant's body collapsed and disappeared in place.

After the giant disappeared, those thunderbolts seemed to be affected and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Ling looked around, his eyes couldn't help but move, he came to the place where the giant disappeared, and reached out to pick up a talisman from the ground.

However, the palm-sized talisman is like white jade, and the word 'thunder' is engraved on both sides, and from its body, there is a little thunder emanating from it.

Looking at this talisman, Wang Ling's eyes thought for a while, and then the hand holding the talisman shook, and the energy in his body surged towards the talisman along his arm.

As soon as he made contact, the energy was immediately devoured, and a suction force was emitted, and he took the initiative to attack Wang Zero's body.

Feeling this change, his face was surprised, but he was not organized, and let the energy in his body pour into the talisman.

Hearing only a loud roar, an invisible energy spread out on the surface of the talisman's body, enveloping all directions in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, bucket-thick thunderbolts lingered and spread out like waves.

When Wang Ling saw this scene, his face was overjoyed, and he didn't wait for the talisman to devour his energy, and as soon as his body moved, more energy took the initiative to rush towards the talisman.

The wind and thunder shook violently, and more thunder poured out from the amulet, almost turning into various forms, flying messily around.

Seeing that the thunder was pouring out, Wang Ling held the talisman tightly as if he had obtained a treasure, and his face was smiling, almost jumping up.

As he thought, this amulet, if it thundered incessantly, would definitely be more important to him than any treasure. Because of the endless thunder, he can use this to cultivate the law of thunder, and absorb thunder at any time to exercise the thunder supernatural power.

"Go." Wang Ling tried to control the thunder with his consciousness and hit forward.

I saw that the thunder was crooked, and finally only landed five meters in front of me.

Seeing this scene, he raised his eyebrows and activated his consciousness again, but he did not enter the body of the talisman and used the talisman to control the thunder.

This time, the Thunder hit exactly 100 meters away.

Putting the talisman into the Qiankun bag, Wang Ling raised his head and looked around.

I was suddenly attacked just now, and I didn't have time to observe, but now I can see clearly that behind the stele, there is a messy stone hill, messy.

After a moment's scrutiny, nothing unusual was found.

Wang Ling looked back at the stone stele, and then at the chaotic stone hill, his eyes stayed for a long time, and his eyes kept thinking.

After a long time, he saw that there was no change in the rocky hill, and guessed that it was not an illusion, so he took a step carefully, and when his feet landed on the rocks, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As the saying goes, be careful to sail a ship for ten thousand years, not to mention this kind of dangerous place, if you are not careful, you may never recover.

He put his mind at ease and stepped on the rocks as he explored.

Suddenly, his heart was alert, and a sense of crisis flourished in his heart.

Without waiting for him to react, a sneer fell into his ears, "Since you have my treasure, then leave your name." ”

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding ground moved, and a pitch-black light appeared, soaring into the sky, and then a foul smell emitted out, and several bright red beast bones rolled out, teeth and claws.

"Not good." Wang Ling's face changed greatly.

Just as he was speaking, a stone face had already appeared above the stone tablet behind him, looking at Wang Ling, sneering constantly, "Stay." ”

With a flash of its eyes, it spurted out two balls of blood, and rushed straight to the beast bone.

The beast bones opened their mouths and swallowed the blood light, and their bodies immediately flickered, and one by one they seemed to regain their strength and stood up.

From these few words, Wang Ling felt a great danger, he didn't say a word, turned around and withdrew.

When he made a move, the beast bones moved one after another, and they caught up.

The speed of these beast bones was very fast, and a few jumps came closer.

Wang Ling's face was extremely solemn, holding a fierce sword, and slashing at the beast bone, the demonic breath soared, like a terrifying beast roaring.

The beast bone made contact with the fierce sword in the blink of an eye, and retreated with a single blow, but it seemed that the surface of the body was unharmed, and even the breath did not affect it in the slightest. This scene shocked his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe that the invincible fierce sword was so vulnerable in front of a few beast bones.