People don't dodge or dodge, and let the magic weapon attack. It's just that under such a strong condition, even Wang Lin is a little unbearable, especially the Extreme Realm Divine Sense, every time it is used, it will cause great loss to Yuan Ying.

Wang Lin's body flashed, appeared a hundred miles away, and immediately took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, poured it all into his mouth, and quickly replenished the spiritual power in his body.

But at this moment, the skinny man suddenly raised his head, and his body moved again.

Wang Lin was alert, and his body immediately flashed out, almost at the moment when the skinny man appeared, he dodged dangerously.

He already saw sweat on his forehead, quickly digested the pill in his body, replenished the consumption of the Yuan Infant, and at the same time, as soon as he slapped the storage bag, the ancient sword scabbard immediately appeared in his hand, and Wang Lin took out a flying sword and stabbed it into it at a very fast speed.

Suddenly, the sword qi in the scabbard suddenly surged out, forming a thick sword qi that fell on the skinny man's body.

The man's eyes were already sluggish, and when the sword qi bombarded, he didn't dodge or dodge, allowing the sword qi to fall on his body, and finally the bones of his whole body couldn't withstand the blows one after another, and began to shatter the final smash.

It's just that when the bones of his whole body were about to shatter, this person's eyes showed a sudden look, and he casually raised his jerky left hand, and seemed to pinch out a magic trick from his left hand, which was about to be shattered, and made a sound like bone rubbing in his mouth: "Condensation!"

Suddenly, his body, which was about to be shattered, suddenly flashed with golden light, and then immediately returned to normal and intact.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and stared at this person, half speechless.

The skinny man's eyes flashed, staring at Wang Lin, his eyes showed a strong fighting intent, he clenched his fists, his body turned into an afterimage, and he punched Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he immediately retreated, but he immediately found that the spiritual power around him was actually withdrawn by some mysterious power in an instant, and even a force that seemed to be imprisoned appeared around him, under this power, Wang Lin immediately found that his speed was sharply restricted.

At this moment, Wang Lin's mentality immediately calmed down, he quickly took out the bronze ancient mirror from the storage bag, and shone at the other party in a flash, but the blue light emitted by the ancient mirror actually had no effect on the skinny man, his fist suddenly hit the ancient mirror, and suddenly, cracks appeared in the mirror, and bursts of light flashed from it in an instant.

Under this light, the power of the surrounding confinement suddenly relaxed, Wang Lin did not hesitate, and immediately galloped out, at the same time, his heart was quite painful, and he shouted in a low voice: "Explosion!"

The bronze ancient mirror, the light suddenly violent, boom, exploded.

The explosion formed a strong storm, sweeping all around, after the storm, the skinny man, a mouthful of golden blood spurted out of his mouth, as soon as this blood came out, his whole person suddenly withered, and his face showed a panicked color, quickly rushed towards the blood, trying to swallow this mouthful of golden blood.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he didn't hesitate, not only did not retreat, but rushed forward, obviously, this golden blood was extremely weird.

The skinny man saw Wang Lin rushing towards him, his speed was faster, and he grabbed the blood with one hand, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his big hand grabbed it in the air, and the two of them fought separately, and the golden blood separated from it, split into two, and flew towards the two.

The skinny man grabbed the blood and immediately swallowed it, his eyes flashed, staring directly at Wang Lin, and quickly rushed away.

Wang Lin grabbed the golden blood, and without saying a word, his body flashed, and fled into the distance.

The two of them rushed one after the other, galloping and flickering, Wang Lin did not walk in a straight line, but wandered around the black mud, he always felt that the other party was strange and unpredictable, when he saw the golden blood for a moment, he suddenly had an epiphany.

Although he didn't know this golden blood, there was a similar existence in the memory of the ancient god Tu Si.

In fact, this golden blood is not a great thing, it is just somewhat similar to the blood of the ancient gods, or it can be said that it contains a trace of the blood of the ancient gods.

This skinny man's attack, except for the previous condensed body, almost did not have any spells and spiritual power fluctuations, but completely attacked with **.

This kind of attack can no longer belong to the cultivation method, this person is like a refined corpse puppet, and only understands brute force.

And for the spell that Wang Lin cast, he was even more confused, but in this confusion, there seemed to be a hint of abruptness, so that this person must have cultivated some kind of rather strange exercise, and under the influence of this exercise, this has become like this.

There are too many exercises in the cultivation realm, Wang Lin can't know them all, in fact, his guess is extremely correct, the exercises cultivated by Fuji Yi are a kind of supernatural power similar to the ancient god refining body.

This supernatural power was not owned by Zhao Guo, but brought by the messenger of the Tower of Babel.

After the cultivation of this divine power, the divine consciousness and the sea of consciousness will no longer exist, but will be integrated into the bones of the whole body, so Wang Lin's extreme realm divine consciousness will lose the fatal effect of one blow.

Wang Lin stared at the golden blood in his hand, his eyes flickered, and his mind gradually became clear, this person's movement

It's not like a puppet corpse, but it's imitating an ancient god!

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with coldness, and he slapped the storage bag, and suddenly a black mist flew out of it, turning into two puppet corpses, which were the Yuan Infant puppet obtained from one of the core clansmen of the Fuji family.

Wang Lin flicked his right finger, and two drops of blood fell on the puppet's eyebrows, and suddenly the eyes of the two puppets flashed red, and they roared and rushed towards the skinny man.

With their fists and kicks, they started a fight, trying to stop the opponent's footsteps.

The scrawny man's eyes flickered, his fists clenched, and he suddenly hit a dry corpse puppet in the chest, and suddenly the puppet's body shook and its whole body shattered into pieces.

Although his companion was killed, the other puppet did not know what to fear, and resolutely pounced.

Wang Lin took this opportunity, his body stopped instantly, the golden blood in his hand was thrown away, his hands were pinching rather strange spells, and bursts of complex and indescribable spells came out of his mouth.

At this time, even the most knowledgeable person is afraid that it will be difficult to hear the meaning of this spell, because Wang Lin is now using the language of the ancient gods to unfold a magic technique.

In fact, Wang Lin had a lot of magic spells related to the ancient gods and earths in his mind, but if these spells did not have the inheritance of the ancient divine power, then it would be impossible to cast them at all.

The magic power he is using now is one of the few that can be emitted without the power of the ancient gods, but only with blood, and the moment he saw the golden blood, Wang Lin decided to cast this spell.

As Wang Lin's incantation was recited, the golden blood in front of him boiled rapidly, and a trace of white gas emerged from it, and as the gas became more and more, the golden blood was sharply compressed, and finally suddenly turned into an ancient symbol.

The moment this symbol appeared, the sky was dark, and all the clouds disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then, a golden light fell from the sky, and in the golden light, a huge figure composed entirely of spiritual power slowly appeared.

This figure was huge, almost holding his head to the sky, his feet on the ground, and with the condensation of his body, three fifths of all the spiritual veins of the entire Zhao Kingdom were reduced to ordinary peaks in an instant.

The spiritual power inside surged sharply.

The remaining two-fifths of the spiritual veins, the spiritual power in them, are also dissipating sharply, but the blood that triggers this supernatural power is too little, not enough to make the giant phantom completely condensed, and can only maintain the illusory state.

Wang Lin saw sweat on his forehead, urging this huge supernatural power, which had a great load on his body, and the purple stars in the center of his eyebrows flashed rapidly, and at the same time, Wang Lin's difficult right hand was already a skinny man who had seen that things were not good and fled.

Suddenly, the phantom nodded, waved his big hand, and silently, the skinny man who had already escaped far away, his body did not change, and disappeared strangely.

In Wang Lin's divine consciousness, the point of light representing this person also dimmed.

Immediately after, a drop of golden blood slowly appeared from the place where the skinny man had disappeared, and under Wang Lin's grasp in the air, the blood flew into his hand.

At this time, the huge phantom bent down slightly towards Wang Lin, turned around and stepped on, walked towards the sky, and slowly disappeared. At the same time, the symbol that the blood turned into slowly dissipated.

At this moment, in the entire territory of Zhao Kingdom, all the Yuanying monks noticed this anomaly.

Pu Nanzi, who was flying in mid-air, immediately changed his complexion, he immediately stopped, his consciousness swept away, and he shook his perception.

At the same time, in the Babel Tower in the center of Zhao Kingdom, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body opened his eyes from meditation and stared straight into the distance, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"This ...... This is the Troll's Heavenly Technique!!"

Speaking of Wang Lin, he carefully put away the golden blood, immediately sat down cross-legged, took out several bottles of pills, threw them into his mouth one by one, and quickly ran the ancient magic recipe to digest. The one who was not killed among the two puppets stood beside Wang Lin in a daze, not only moving, but if there was any wind and grass around at this time, then it would immediately rush out.

A day later, Wang Lin opened his eyes, he took a deep breath, if it wasn't for the enough pills in his pocket, then this time to use the ancient divine powers, I am afraid that it will not be half a month, it will be difficult to return to normal.

He stood up and glanced at the puppet beside him, this puppet had some damage on his body, according to the description on the jade slip, the puppet can repair itself, so Wang Lin pinched the puppet and pressed it on the puppet's eyebrows, and suddenly the puppet turned into a cloud of black mist and entered the storage bag. Then Wang Lin watched the skinny man dissipate rather complicatedly, the strength of this vine family was far beyond his imagination, according to his thoughts, if the ancient divine power could not be displayed, then there was only the last killer weapon.

The filament of the Heavenly Tribulation, as a last resort, Wang Lin is really reluctant to use it, because once it is used, then his plan for revenge this time is very likely to be terminated eventually.

Because, this Heavenly Tribulation filament was prepared by Wang Lin to fight against the superior envoy of the Tower of Babel back then