Mountains.

On the bank of a large river about 100 meters wide, an ordinary-looking young man walked against the wind.

Behind the young man, a luxurious sedan chair followed closely.

The sedan chair was carried by four strong men, the four strong men were obviously good at foot strength, light work, feet in the grass tip leaf gap, the sedan chair slid forward more than ten meters.

"Wang Lin, you are so bold, you actually dare to kill my disciple of the old man Jimo!"

A deep voice came from behind him.

Wang Lin stumbled under his feet, lifted the remaining spiritual power on his body, and galloped away.

Ahead, the river is surging, and the road is broken.

Wang Lin turned around in the twilight, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the old man Jimo.

"Stop!"

The old man Jimo waved his hand to open the sedan curtain and walked out slowly, and behind him, four strong men stood quietly.

"Boy, how do you want to die?"

The old man Jimo looked at Wang Lin like a cat catching a mouse, his steps were very casual and careless.

Because, in his eyes, Wang Lin is a slightly bigger ant, and he is a major overhaul in the middle of foundation building.

"Boy, take out your strength at the thirteenth layer of the Qi Condensation Period, you can definitely kill him!" Situ Nan's voice came in his ears.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he said softly. "Senior, will you help?"

"Boy, your fighting experience is too weak, it will take a few more experiences before you will understand that the cultivation realm is the strong!" Situ Nan's voice came. "Don't count on the old man, the old man's essence is limited, if you help you, you will definitely sleep for an unknown number of years!"

When Wang Lin heard this, his eyes sank, the old man of Jimo was known as the leader in the middle of the foundation building period, cruel and murderous, and every monk who fought with him died without a corpse.

This man is famous.

"Old thing, if you want to fight, where did you get so much nonsense?" Wang Lin said, patted the storage bag, and a black flying sword appeared above his head, and between Wang Lin's pinching, it changed to the size of a zhang yu, and the wind whistled, slashing towards the old man of Jimo!

At the same time, Wang Lin waved an ordinary rune paper and appeared, which was spurted out by a mouthful of essence blood.

The rune paper instantly burst into blue light, and a cyan pillar of light shot directly at the old man Jimo.

"Look for death!"

Seeing Wang Lin desperately fighting back, the old man Jimo's eyes were cold, and he patted the storage bag, and the fan-shaped magic weapon of the sick banana was refined by his sacrifice.

The banana fan was good in the wind, and it instantly became one person high.

Rumble!

The flames soared into the air, and a huge flame rushed towards Wang Lin along with the fan!

"The old man's fatal fan!"

Wang Lin's eyes sank, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped the storage bag again, and suddenly twelve flying swords flew out, flying towards the old man Jimo in the color of Wang Lin's flesh.

"Boom!"

Wang Lin shouted, and the moment the twelve flying swords approached the old man Jimo's side, they exploded!

More than a dozen flying swords exploded, and Wang Lin felt a pain in his heart.

This is the only half of his flying sword left.

"Dying throes!"

The old man Jimo sneered, and the firepower of the banana fan was even worse, which could block Wang Lin's flying sword explosion, but he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a pitch-black flying sword appeared!

The moment the pitch-black flying sword appeared, there was even black flames around the sword body, which made people dare not look directly.

Seeing the killing intent coming out of the pitch-black sword, Wang Lin's pupils shrank sharply, and he was about to make a move.

Situ Nan's sigh came from Dusk's ears. "Boy, this sword is not simple, you can't resist it, the old man can only help you this time, and then you will fall into a deep sleep, and I don't know when I will wake up!"

Situ Nan said nothing, and suddenly sighed. "Is this .......?"

A pitch-black vortex appeared in front of him, swirling towards the old man Jimo.

The speed of the vortex was not fast, and the old man of Jimo swung his sword and slashed at the vortex.

There was no sound, no fluctuation, and the sword in the old man's hand was only the hilt, and the previous section had disappeared.

"What's that?"

The old man Jimo was shocked in his heart, he wanted to retreat, but found that he couldn't move.

watched as the pitch-black vortex swirled past his waist, not only taking away a large piece of flesh, but actually ...... He even took his storage bag with him.

The old man of Jimo screamed and retreated sharply.

Wang Lin, who reacted, pinched the trick with one finger, and the remaining magic sword in his hand flew out and went straight to the old man Jimo.

With a bang, it exploded around it!

The old man of Jimo flew out, ragged, like a beggar, he subconsciously patted the storage bag on his waist, but it was empty.

The depressed old man Jimo hurriedly snatched a magic sword from the strong man carrying the sedan chair and threw himself at Wang Lin.

However, the wound on the waist of the old man Jimo is too deep, and he has lost the storage bag and has no magic weapon, how can he be Wang Lin's opponent?

In less than a few rounds, he was killed by Wang Lin.

........

"What will be drawn?"

Lei Guan was looking forward to it in his heart, the immortal rebellion world.

Cultivating the True Exercises?

Elixir?

Soul pets?

Magic sword?

The possibilities are endless!

Swish!

There was a soft sound, ripples rippled in the air, and a pitch-black vortex appeared.

A large chunk of flesh fell to the ground.

"What is this? The lottery immortal world just drew a piece of meat?" Lei Guan was a little confused.

This time the lottery was saved.

Lei Guan cried with a sad face, and his mood was instantly bad, "Hey, it's special, the 500 points of happiness index have been floated......."

At this moment, the voice of the system came. "Congratulations to the host for drawing the old man's storage bag in Jimo......."

Lei Guan's voice suddenly paused, and his eyes widened. "Where is the old man's storage bag?"

Lei Guan's eyes carefully swept through the piece of meat, and finally found a bag the size of a baby's fist with gold trim.

There is a golden thread on the side of the mouth of the bag, which strings the bag together.

Lei Guan carefully picked up the storage bag, and the bag was fluttering. "This is a storage bag, so light, it can't be empty, right?"

"System, how do you open this storage bag?" Lei Guan thought of the system.

"Hello host, opening the storage bag requires the host's mental power to reach 200, or it costs 500 happiness points, and the system will open it directly for you!"

"Ugh....... Why do you have to be happy all these years?" Lei Guan was a little big.