The sun in the sky had gradually turned west, and Wang Lin was held and wept bitterly by a teenager who was not a few years younger than him, while there was a deafening roar on both sides of him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wang Lin looked at the wet clothes, a little helpless, where is he from the Shura clan, this young man really treats him as a clansman?

"That, I'm not from your clan, my name is Wang Lin, I'm a human race, my Shura way was given by a senior of your Shura clan, and I really have some connection with your Shura clan. ”

Wang Lin didn't want to deceive this young man of the Shura clan, so he told him the truth, besides, he was originally a human race, why did he want to act as a Shura clan?

The weeping Shura boy stopped to look at Wang Lin, his sincere gaze warmed his heart, and said, "Although I have lost a lot of memories, I still remember some things about the way of Shura. ”

After a pause, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued: "You have the way of Shura, on the other hand, you are my clan, there will be nothing wrong with this." ”

Wang Lin couldn't help but be stunned, he really hadn't heard Luo Sleeve talk about this theory at the beginning, but he still nodded when he looked at the young man in front of him with some tears in his eyes.

"You come with me first, and I'll help you find the people of the Shura clan. Wang Lin patted his head and whispered.

The Shura boy nodded, his current instinct was that the person in front of him would not harm him, and that he could be recognized by the elders in their clan, which meant that his nature was very good.

The two kept talking, and as they spoke, the battle around them had come to an end, but it had become more intense.

"Blue Dragon Fist"

"The Flame of Nirvana"

"Tiger Blade"

"Open the sky with an axe"

......

With a loud shout, terrifying explosions sounded one after another, the fierce waves were monstrous, the earth on both sides was destroyed beyond sight, and countless ravines made the ground "scarred".

However, after this wave of explosions, the surroundings became calm, and with the sound of footsteps, several figures appeared in front of Wang Lin's eyes, although their breath was a little disordered, but it was not a big deal.

Ponto, pun!

Two figures entangled in the chain of laws were thrown to the ground, these two people did not die, but they were obviously besieged by so many people, and their injuries were not light.

"Xiushen, save us, we still have to take you to your people!"

Heavenly Cliff and Yin Linghao were pale and lying on the ground, and when they looked up, they happened to see the Shura young man who had stopped crying, and hurriedly shouted at him, not caring about the face of the half-step emperor-level cultivator.

Xiu Shen looked at them, turned his head to look at Wang Lin, with tears in his eyes, and said, "The two of them are good people, don't kill them, is it okay?"

Wang Lin shook his head, and then transmitted the images he saw and heard with his soul power to Xiu Shen's mind, letting him know that the two people in front of him were just trying to use his identity as a Shura clan.

Sure enough, when the cultivator heard what the two of them said, his little face suddenly turned blue with anger, and he pointed to the heavenly cliff on the ground and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a person, no wonder when I was with you, every time I met a powerful monk, you wanted me to exude aura." ”

After finishing speaking, Xiu Shen couldn't help crying again, his age was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and it was the first time he came out, plus he had lost a lot of memories, even if he had some peak strength in the late stage of the king rank, it was inevitable that he would be a little weak mentally.

He didn't expect to be used in this way, and only then did he understand why he didn't fight, and why the two men had taken him with them, and why they had been wandering around when they said they were going to take him to his people.

After thinking about it, Xiu Shen's heart was a little sour while he was angry, and Wang Lin next to him seemed to see his mood, walked over and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

However, the people who came over were suspicious, because they still couldn't react to the scene in front of them, and a peak monk in the late stage of the king rank actually cried aggrievedly, which was obviously incredible.

The most important thing is that they are curious about the identity and condition of this teenager now, but they don't ask too much at the moment.

And lying on the ground, the face of the Heavenly Cliff changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "No, this person is lying to you, we really want to help you find your people! And don't forget that I saved you after you lost your memory." ”

Yin Linghao also opened his mouth and shouted: "Don't believe his words, how can we lie to you?" He spoke with great sincerity, but there was also a hint of cunning hidden under this sincerity.

Hearing their words, Xiu Shen's eyes ached, and he said to Wang Lin: "Brother Lin, let them go, I don't want to see them again." ”

Looking at the cultivators, Wang Lin sighed in his heart, if he guessed correctly, this young man should have left the Shura clan for the first time, his heart is not mature, he doesn't know the truth of letting the tiger return to the mountain, and if he changes other people from the Shura clan, I'm afraid he would have been killed with a knife.

Wang Lin didn't want this young man to be injured again, so he gave the Qingjue Mountain a color, and the latter understood, and the Xuan Crack lifted the Heavenly Cliff and Yin Linghao on the ground and flew towards the distance.

After a while, the two of them came back, and Xiu Shen only thought that they had taken the two of them away, but Wang Lin, Meng Youran and the others knew in their hearts that the Heavenly Cliff and Yin Linghao were already dead.

A few people didn't stay here for long, and swept away into the distance together, and on the way, Wang Lin also told Qingjue Mountain, Meng Youran, Zhu Feng'er and others about the identity and things of Xiushen, and of course introduced them.

Like Yin Linghao at the beginning, the shock on their faces was self-evident when they first learned that this young man was from the Shura clan, but when they knew that he had lost his memory and forgotten a lot of things, they couldn't help but feel a little pity.

Wang Lin could guess that it was the first time he had left the Shura Clan, how could others not guess, but this also made them take care of this young man even more.

After a few months of getting along, Xiu Shen gradually got along with everyone, his cultivation is very high, but the actual combat is very poor, with a childlike heart, including Wang Lin, in addition to looking for "prey", he will also teach him some combat skills.

In this way, full of laughter and laughter all the way, they gradually came to the innermost edge of this continent, that is, the last area of the final trial, which would be the place where the heroes gathered, gathering the elite geniuses of the nine cities.

"Brother Lin, can you find my clansmen when you enter here?" Xiu Shen said with some hope as he looked at the dark red earth in front of him.

Although Wang Lin treated him very well, especially Wang Lin made him feel safe, he still wanted to see his people from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to know who he was and why he had amnesia?

"Yes, once you're inside, you'll be able to meet your people. ”

Wang Lin patted Xiu Shen's shoulder, and then said to Meng Youran, Qingjue Mountain and the others behind him: "Be careful, the nine cities gather, those monks who don't have a purple gold token will only see it, there will inevitably be a tragic fight." ”

Qing Jueshan, Zhu Feng'er, Xuan Crack and the others nodded, and even the dream that had been quiet became a little dignified, and they could enter the final trial after passing here, which also marked the end of this competition.

A few people walked forward cautiously, and as soon as they entered it, they could see monks of various races everywhere, each of them was vigorous and powerful, and the strong momentum was accompanied by a thick evil aura.

The strength of several of them was not weak, so no one came to look for trouble, but their fierce eyes looked at Xiu Shen was still a little timid, and hurriedly hid behind Wang Lin.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. Meng leisurely looked at the appearance of Xiu Shen, and couldn't help but comfort him and said with a smile, Wang Lin also gently comforted a few words.

But just as they were about to continue walking, a burly figure covered in blood rushed towards them, and when they saw Wang Lin, the leader, their eyes were even brighter.

"You're the Terran Eucharistic King Lin?"

Wang Lin and the others were about to make a move when they saw this figure rushing towards them, but when they heard this, they immediately stopped and turned their heads to look at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at the figure that came over with some confusion, and suddenly hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said, "You are a disciple of the barbarians, how did you become like this?"

"It's really you, quick, save the barbarian, quick!" After the bloodied barbarian disciple was held up by Wang Lin, he hurriedly shouted, and in a hurry, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and his breath became even more sluggish.

"Come on, what's wrong with the second child, where is he?" Hearing his words, Wang Lin's face changed greatly, and he asked while transmitting spiritual power into his body.

With the spiritual power injected by Wang Lin, this barbarian disciple seemed to have regained some strength, and said in a weak voice: "Shadow Clan, Feather Clan, Blood Clan, Yaksha Clan, Celestial Clan, Silver Moon Clan, and other nearly ten races, hundreds of monks have surrounded us, and most of the barbarians and most of your human race are inside. ”

"What?"

The words of this barbarian disciple seemed to set off a wave, and the people who came over behind the earthquake were shocked, there were definitely not too many monks who could come to this point, and the human race plus the barbarians were only thirty or forty people at most, and they were besieged by hundreds of people.

"How long has it been now, and what have been the casualties?"

The eagerness on Wang Lin's face gradually disappeared, a trace of anger gradually crept up his eyes, and an extremely tyrannical aura floated up and down on his body, that kind of coldness, cold to the bone.

"Three of my barbarians died, the barbarians were also injured, and the number of human deaths was even greater, and there were also people from the Cangyun Palace. The barbarian disciple said with some grief, and the aura on his body fluctuated even more violently.

"My fault, the Shadow Clan and the Underworld are obviously going for me, but the price will always be paid. ”

Wang Lin raised his head and handed the barbarian disciple to Meng Youran and the others, telling them to save his life, and then raised his head to look at the gradually sinking sunset.

Rumble~

The murderous aura that rushed to the sky burst out from Wang Lin's body, as if inspired by him, and the way of Shura involuntarily appeared, and a monstrous and tyrannical aura tore through the wind and clouds, shaking the sky.

The sunset is like blood, so make this blood redder and more vivid!