Enter!" Wang Lin said in a deep voice.

Without any sound, the door was pushed open, and a young man in a green cloth coat walked in.

He carried a tray in his hand with some fruit on his side, and after entering the room, he didn't look at Wang Lin, put the tray on the table, turned around and walked out.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Lin said.

The little guy stopped, turned around, and looked at Wang Lin.

Although the room was dim, with Wang Lin's eyes, as long as he wanted, he could clearly see the appearance of this little guy, this person was not very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a white face and clear eyebrows.

Without waiting for Wang Lin to ask, the little guy opened his mouth and pointed, and in his mouth, there was only half a tongue.

Wang Lin was stunned and didn't speak.

The little guy smiled kindly at Wang Lin, turned to leave, and the door closed gently.

For some reason, Wang Lin had an eerie feeling about this mansion.

Look at the tray of fruits. Wang Lin was silent. Close your eyes. Continue to meditate. His right hand. Always keep in a storage bag. In case of a crisis. There is plenty of time to resist.

Time passed. Three passed in the blink of an eye. These three days. Except for the little guy. Wang Lin didn't see anyone. He was in the early morning of the next day. I went out for a spin. Along the way, I saw the minions of the ground. All of them are half gone. Unable to speak.

Besides. There are strong prohibitions in various locations in this area. These prohibitions. Wang Lin couldn't crack it in a short time.

Here. There's a hint of weirdness.

Wang Lin pondered for a while. I simply don't want to explore it again. It's about changing with the same. Meditating in the room all the time. Get yourself to the top of your game. Meet the battle with the Red Butterfly Land.

Ten days were spent without distraction. On this day, Wang Lin was meditating. Suddenly, it seemed to be checked. Snap your eyes open. I saw a middle-aged man. Sit in a chair in the room. Pick up the teapot. Poured a cup of teapot and put it down. looked at Wang Lin.

This man was dignified, with a beardless face but a little stubble, and bright eyes, and sat there as if there were clouds of smoke in it, not speaking, but representing majesty.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, for the person in front of him could easily enter the room without any surprise from his own investigation, Suzaku country, there are many advanced cultivators, Wang Lin is not a young child who has just stepped on the immortal path, and he will not be easily shocked.

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea, and his right index finger tapped lightly on the table without saying a word.

Wang Lin was also silent and did not speak.

There was silence in the room, and there was a terrible invisible pressure in the room, which slowly came in the room with the tap of the middle-aged man's right finger.

If Wang Lin hadn't turned into a god before, under this pressure, he would definitely not be able to bear it first, and even if he had an early stage of cultivation when he entered the immortal realm, he would have been a little unbearable.

But now, Wang Lin is very calm.

After a long time, the middle-aged man stood up, didn't look at Wang Lin, turned around and walked out of the room. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

After he left, Wang Lin stood up and came to the table, only to see that there, a puddle of tea was scattered, revealing the two words inside.

"Lose, die. ”

Wang Lin was silent, his right hand wiped on the table, and the water marks disappeared.

He looked out the window into the darkness, his eyes flickering.

The middle-aged man just now must have the cultivation of the infant transformation period, I'm afraid, he is the master of Bai Xue.

The two words left by this person already indicate that if he loses the battle with the red butterfly, there is only one way to die!

Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat aside, and closed his eyes to meditate.

A few days later, the day of the Great War came.

The huge altar of the Vermilion Bird Country was extremely lively, and the envoys from various Xiuzhen Kingdoms were waiting for this big battle.

The battle between Wang Lin and Red Butterfly had been announced by the Vermilion Bird Kingdom ten years ago, and this battle attracted the attention of most of the monks.

Although the two people who are fighting are only cultivators in the god transformation stage, their identities are very different.

Red Butterfly, the proud daughter of the snowy country, Suzaku in China, can also be regarded as the first person with talent. In the late stage of the transformation of the gods within a hundred years, he is known as one of the candidates who are most likely to reach the championship period.

Zeng Niu, the initial Ming was unknown and unknown, but he could obtain the immortal tripod and enter the fairy world, and he broke the red butterfly's arm, and he had prestige in one fell swoop.

If it was just like that, it wouldn't attract attention, but this Zeng Niu, when he entered the fairy world, only had the cultivation of the early stage of the god, and he could break the opponent's arm in the early stage of the god, so he naturally became a legend.

Now, the two are fighting again, which immediately attracts the attention of all parties.

At the altar, Red Butterfly stood quietly on the right side, she was dressed in a light cyan and blue water palace dress, and only a dark purple fine pattern was bamboo on the cuffs at the bottom of the skirt, simple and simple. The green silk is like a waterfall, and it is gently tied up with a water-colored ribbon, and there is no other decoration on the body. Fresh and refined, but what can't be hidden is the delicate and delicate face.

It's just that the breeze is blowing, and the empty sleeves that flutter backwards make the red butterfly like the person in the painting slightly flawed.

Red Butterfly's beauty, like her talent, is full of arrogance and a hint of ruthlessness.

In the mid-air around the altar, there are ring-shaped white lines, and in it, there are many bamboo chairs

Several people, among these people, there are men and women, old and young, all of them are all ~ people.

From a distance, these people, even if they are less than a hundred, are not much different.

Although there are hundreds of people, there is no noise.

These people are sitting in the outer aura, the innermost aura, there are only four bamboo chairs, and at this moment, there are four people sitting on the bamboo chairs.

These four people are all gray-haired old men.

At this time, a crane flew slowly in the distance, and a young man dressed in white stood on it, his posture was straight, his hair was tied up by a purple ribbon, and although his appearance was ordinary, he had an indescribable temperament.

Beside him, there was also a woman in clothes, this woman looked like a red butterfly, not to mention much.

The crane flew and hissed at the altar, and its white-clothed young man jumped down and landed on the altar.

He is Wang Lin.

Red Butterfly glanced down at the empty sleeve of her right arm, and when she looked at it, her eyes flashed with coldness, and there was a hidden hatred. As the proud daughter of the sky, she has never tasted defeat among her peers before she met Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was the first person to defeat and cut off one of her arms, if Wang Lin defeated her in the open, although she hated her, it would not be so strong.

But back then, Wang Lin was when she was the weakest: her hand, not only that, but she also wanted to damage her Dao heart, for so many years, she had not advanced an inch in her cultivation, and all of this was attributed to this Wang Lin.

Only by killing him can he restore his Dao heart.

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and he stood on the altar calmly, looking at the red butterfly.

A white-haired old man on the four embroidered chairs in the inner ring glanced at Wang Lin and Red Butterfly with a cold gaze at this moment, and said: "The old man, Sun Po, the eldest husband of Zhuque Mountain, is the arbiter of this battle between the two of you. ”

He pinched the trick with his right hand, and the void was a little, and suddenly, on the altar, between Wang Lin and the red butterfly, a light gate appeared.

"Go in, there, it's your battlefield!" the old man said, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Red Butterfly didn't say a word, sent her body, walked into the light door, and disappeared.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, he looked at the door carefully, and stepped in.

As soon as they both entered, the door of light grew larger, covering the entire altar, revealing a deep mountain desolation, and outside, through which everything inside could be clearly seen.

After Wang Lin entered the Light Gate, he immediately noticed that this Light Gate should be a teleportation array, and when it appeared, what appeared in front of him was a desolate deep mountain.

There was silence all around, the sky was dark, and an irritating aura enveloped the sky.

Huge ancient trees, scattered all around, ten zhang away, there is a bucket-thick red python, wriggling, hanging its head from the branch, spitting out the core, cold eyes, looking at Wang Lin.

"Zeng Niu!"

Wang Lin's body moved, got up and flew into the air, only to see a red light in the sky, rushing quickly at a very fast speed, before the person arrived, a cold aura suddenly spread.

These cold qi turned into thumb-sized particles, which quickly took shape, and immediately condensed ten zhang in front of Wang Lin, turning into a huge ice sculpture giant.

The giant was more than ten feet tall and expressionless, but his huge fist was waved and punched towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his body retreated.

On the top of the giant's head, the red light flashed, and the red butterfly appeared, her eyes showed a cold glow, staring at Wang Lin, and with a spit out of her mouth, a bright light suddenly flew out, turned into an ice rose, and landed in front of the red butterfly.

She made up her mind not to fight with this Zeng Niu, but to quickly cut through the chaos and kill this person as quickly as possible.

With the ice giant's punch, Red Butterfly gently plucked a rose petal with her left hand and threw it forward, and immediately, the petal flew forward like a boat in the waves.

Wang Lin snorted lightly, flipped his right hand, and the forbidden flag appeared, and under the wave, the forbidden qi immediately transformed out, turning into a series of evil dragons, staggered together to form a huge black fist, and bombarded with the giant's fist.

"Bang!"

The earth-shattering loud noise was transmitted, and the ancient tree below immediately broke, and even the giant python was shaken, its body rolled over, and writhed on the ground, and there were many blood marks on its body, and these wounds were cracked out by the shock.

The huge impact force made the ice giant's body immediately take a step back, and his fist showed traces of cracking, and pieces of ice fell from it, like flying ice crystals.

Wang Lin's hand was shocked, and the fist that the forbidden qi turned into suddenly collapsed, and a huge force was transmitted to the forbidden flag, but after listening to a few clicks, cracks appeared in the forbidden flag.

"This is the magic weapon that this has been made by my Snowy Land for five hundred years, Ice God!Zeng Niu, you will definitely die today!"

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