Looking at the head of the ancient god in front of him, who still had regret and anger in his eyes, Gui Lin was silent in place, with the cultivation to this day, with the continuous experience, Wang Lin has understood that the ancient god is not the existence of this under this starry sky. But. The ancient gods, but they are the strongest!

The ancient god clan of that year is almost extinct, if it is said that it is done by a monk, Wang Lin will never believe it, the immortal realm that is as strong as thunder, and it takes the power of the entire immortal world to fight a weak eight-star ancient god, and countless immortals besiege it, and finally win a miserable victory.

What kind of power did the head of the ancient god in front of him have that he could still be cut off after he did not hesitate to shatter all the stars.

The power of the eight-star ancient god shattering star, even if it still does not reach the nine-star, but the terrifying power is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

In silence, Wang Lin's body slowly floated downward. Approaching the ice block that was blocking the front, he raised his right hand and put it on it, and the yuan power in his body suddenly turned, and he immediately merged into the ice block along his arm.

In an instant, there was a fire shining on the ice, and even inside it, there was a flame, and in a moment, it turned into a white mist and rose into the air.

The corpse of the immortal in the ice cube was even more rushed by this flame, and the Xuan Xuan was turned into pieces and scattered in all directions.

Opening a passable road, Wang Lin gradually approached the huge head of the ancient god, and looked at the head up close, the sense of coercion that seemed to be truly facing an eight-star ancient god rushed to his face.

With a secret sigh, Wang Lin slowly sank, and gradually came to the bottom along the head of the ancient god, where the neck of the ancient god was cut off. The old god's skull was wrapped in a thick layer of ice, and when you looked through the ice, you could see that the wound on the old god's neck was extremely neat, without any toothing.

Staring at the neck of the ancient god's head, although Wang Lin's expression was as usual, the pupils of his eyes couldn't help but shrink, and his heart was even more shocked.

Judging from this wound, this ancient god was actually cut off by someone in an instant, without the slightest stagnation, neatly!

The meaning of this wound made Wang Lin's scalp numb, and he couldn't imagine who it was, who had the magical power to cut off the head of the ancient god with a knife!

"Could it be Qingshuang!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his eyes showed horror, if Qingshuang had this kind of magical power, then this person was inevitably too strong, and it had already exceeded Wang Lin's imagination.

Wang Lin's face couldn't help but be gloomy, his consciousness spread cautiously, permeating the inside of the skull, and after sweeping around, there was no abnormality, and he carefully observed the wound on the neck of the skull again for a long time. Wang Lin sighed lightly, his body was very close to the ice in a flash, his eyes were like electricity, and he stared straight at the wound.

At the edge of the deep wound, there were tiny crystalline particles that were dark red in color. If you don't do it carefully, it can easily be confused with clotted blood.

"This is," Wang Lin groaned slightly. The right hand was raised and placed on top of the ice cube, Yuan Li cautiously dispersed, and immediately spread the ice cube under his right hand along the right hand, and a large white mist appeared, carefully manipulating the power of the flame, and slowly dissolving the ice cube into a gap.

This gap was like a passage, extending to the wound on the neck of the ancient god's head, and Wang Lin sucked it in. Immediately, a crystalline particle flew out and landed in the palm of his hand.

Two fingers pinched the dark red crystalline particles. Wang Lin's divine consciousness spread out and surrounded the particle. Cautiously infiltrating inward, as he observed, Wang Lin gradually saw that within this very small particle, there was a colorless, formless qi. The gas runs slowly within the particles, and seems to be ready to disperse at any time.

Wang Lin's divine sense surrounded the formless aura. After pondering for a moment, without thinking, his divine consciousness suddenly moved, and he was about to merge with the invisible qi to probe again.

But at the moment when his divine consciousness merged, Wang Lin felt an indescribable coercion. From the invisible qi burst into the air, as if at this moment Wang Lin had separated from heaven and earth, and the whole world became a dark color, only the coercion within the invisible qi existed.

This aura was so strong that there was only a trace left, so Li Xuan made Wang Lin gasp, and almost subconsciously wanted to let go, but he held back, and his eyes flickered and he carefully observed it again. The more he observed, the more Wang Lin's brows furrowed, even though he had more than a thousand years of cultivation experience, he had never seen such a strange invisible aura.

This thing is not immortal, nor is it aura, and it has nothing to do with the vitality in the monk's body.

But if you think about it carefully, it also contains immortal energy, aura and vitality, and in addition, there are some breaths that Wang Lin can't see.

It's like a big grocery, but at the same time, there's a perfect combination, like home. It's confusing.

What made Wang Lin feel even more terrifying was that there were rules in this remaining trace of invisible qi, and it was this rule that made Wang Lin's scalp a little numb.

This rule is not one, but innumerable! countless, almost all the rules that Wang Lin saw with the power of heavenly rebellion all exist in this invisible qi, and there are many rules that Wang Lin has never seen before.

Wang Lin cautiously withdrew his divine sense, his face a little pale. Staring at the crystals between his fingers, he felt that what he was holding was not an inconspicuous crystalline particle, but a source of collapse that once it exploded, it had great power.

"It was this force that cut off the head of the old god. It is not Qingshuang who has this power!" Wang Lin stared at the crystalline particles in his hand. The picture of the battle with Tiandao in order to save Li Muwan on the Vermilion Bird Star gradually appeared in his mind.

The heavenly messenger who conjured up from the sky. It turned out to be an ancient god, and it was an ancient god who was sealed with the star points of the ancient gods, Wang Lin at that time, although shocked, his cultivation was far from comparable to the present after all, thinking about it at this moment, the scene at that time was by no means as simple as shock, but there was an earth-shattering thing in its memory!

What kind of power can seal the ancient gods, and even more so manipulate the ancient gods to become the messengers of the Heavenly Dao! This answer is almost imminent!

"Heavenly Dao!" Wang Lin looked at the crystalline particles in his hand, he had an intuition when he saw the cut of the invisible qi in it, this thing seemed to have some connection with the Heavenly Dao Messenger Ancient God Star Point Seal.

But the way of heaven is an ethereal thing, how can you do these things. Wang Lin was silent, he thought of what the ancient demon Belo had said, the secret of the ancient clan, and the words about reverse cultivation.

Closing his eyes, a picture seemed to appear in Wang Lin's mind, in the endless starry sky, a. The eight-star ancient gods dominated the heavens and the earth, but suddenly, an indescribable force fell from the sky, in order to resist this force, these eight-star ancient gods smashed all the stars, but in the end they failed, and under that power, their heads were cut off alive!

Then this head was obtained by the fairy world, and for some reason it was placed here, and the residual power in the neck of the ancient god did not dissipate under the washing of the years. Instead, it turned into particles, leaving a trace of the breath of power back then.

For all this, Wang Lin didn't know whether it was true or not, but only guessed a little from the information he knew so far. He opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then carefully placed the pellet in the storage bag.

Looking at the neck of the ancient god in the ice, there are still some particles there. Wang Lin followed the gap in the ice layer with his right hand, sucked up the particles one by one, and carefully placed them in the storage bag.

He was very careful in this process, and as the particles were sucked in one by one, it was the previous one. A total of twenty-three particles.

After doing this, Wang Lin stared at the wound on the ancient god's skull. There are no more particles in it, and it is in a hurry. Wang Lin was about to leave, but suddenly his eyes froze, staring at the depths of the wound on the neck of the ancient god, and in the moment just now, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a flash of red light in it.

The consciousness was swept away, but nothing appeared.

After a little groaning, Wang Lin's right was pervasive above the Yuan force. The moment the ice was placed, flames gushed out. With a click, the gap began to spread inward.

As it continued to extend inward, Wang Lin stared ahead without blinking, and soon the passage in the ice opened up on a large scale, extending directly to the depths.

At this moment, Tsubayashi saw the thing that flashed red before!

It was an iron sword...... The sword was wrapped in countless red threads, and those red threads slowly wriggled and wrapped around it.

This iron sword was very ordinary, and there was nothing unusual about it, but Wang Lin immediately had a familiar feeling the moment he saw this iron sword. It vaguely seems to have seen something like it somewhere.

Before he could remember where he saw this iron sword, Wang Lin immediately felt a terrible crisis from within the red thread entwined on the iron sword.

Wang Lin's expression changed, and when Wang Lin's divine sense swept through the ice layer before, he didn't notice the existence of this iron sword and red line, but after opening the gap at this moment. But it was clearly in the eyes.

Out of caution, Wang Lin spread his divine sense again, and slowly swept forward, in his divine sense, there was still no thin line and iron sword, as before, there was no abnormality in the skull of this ancient god, but the clear sight of the silk thread and iron sword in his eyes made Wang Lin very alarmed. Wang Lin slowly retreated quietly, this iron sword and the red thread wrapped around it seemed to him too weird, it was better not to touch it easily.

As he retreated, Wang Lin's gaze was always on the iron sword, on which there were a few rusty spots, which looked like mortal things.

"Very familiar...... Suddenly, Wang Lin's steps backed up, as if a lightning bolt rumbled through his head, sweeping through his memory, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the iron sword and gasping. He remembered!

Back then, in the Vermilion Bird Star Vermilion Bird Tomb, he once saw an iron sword that was the same, but the rust on it was different! The original iron sword was finally taken away by the envoy of Torsen, and it looked like the ecstasy in his eyes the moment he obtained the iron sword. Until now, Wang Lin still remembers it vividly!