At the moment when Wang Lin retreated, the remaining ice balls galloped with a fierce whistling sound, and they hit wildly one after another.

"Bang" "Bang"

The ice balls slammed into Wang Lin, and he quickly swung out his fists, but there were too many ice balls, and the power of the bombardment was superimposed to form an earth-shattering roar.

The land of the entire Snowy Land once again had countless cracks at this moment.

Li Yuan's cover was hideous, and he shouted: "Zeng Nian, die!"

Wang Lin's body was smashed to the ground like a meteor in the roar of the huge ice ball, and a huge pit appeared on the ground.

A streak of green smoke emerged from within it, and was blown away by the wind.

It's just that Li Yuanfeng's complexion is not only not relaxed, but even more gloomy.

"The baby's magical power is really mysterious, but the immortal power contained in your ice hockey ball is too little!" A cold voice came from the deep pit, but seeing Wang Lin's figure, he slowly floated out of the deep pit.

His shirt was a little torn, but his eyes were bright.

Li Yuan's cover was ugly, staring at Wang Lin, gritting his teeth and patting the storage bag, a pair of bronze bells suddenly appeared, he bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood, which fell on the bronze bells.

The moment Wang Lin saw the pair of bronze bells, he recognized at a glance that this thing was the magic weapon of the person who claimed to be Situ Nan back then, and his eyes flashed immediately.

"Sealed!" Li Yuanfeng pinched his hands and shouted in his mouth.

The two bronze bells immediately became larger, and their symbols flickered endlessly, absorbing all the essence blood of Li Yuanfeng sprayed on the face, and suddenly, cracks appeared in the bronze bells, and two dry arms appeared immediately in an instant,

In these two arms, a dense black mist was emitted, and this black mist was filled with an extremely heavy cold aura, and it spread out in all directions in a frenzy. Li Yuanfeng's expression was hideous, with a strong madness, these two bronze bells can be said to be his last magic weapon. Since I got it many years ago, I have been refining it with the primordial god, and until now, I have been able to control it freely.

"Solution" Li Yuanfeng drank loudly, and Wang Lin was a little in his right hand, and suddenly the black mist of the two dry arms immediately boiled, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two figures composed entirely of black mist.

The two figures couldn't see their faces clearly, and at this moment, they rushed towards Wang Lin from left to right, and before they arrived, the cold air was already coming.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly, before he cultivated to the middle stage of the god, he did not merge with the deity, and he was defeated by this black shadow with a broken arm, but at this moment, he was not afraid, his body moved forward, and he waved his fists.

"Bang" "Bang"

There were two loud bangs, and the shadows composed of the two black mist immediately made a muffled sound, and the black mist dispersed backwards as if it had been blown by a strong wind, revealing the two severed arms inside.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he pinched forward with both hands, and suddenly two spiritual powers flew out quickly and landed around the broken arm.

"Seal!" Wang Lin snorted.

The two flags shook together, forming two mist clouds, one black and one purple, completely wrapping the broken arm.

At the same time, Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, and two bells flew out, and under him, they immediately became larger, falling from the sky and covering them separately.

All this was done in the blink of an eye, Li Yuan's cover was pale, and he turned around and fled without saying a word.

How could Wang Lin let him escape, his body moved, and with the speed of the ancient god's body, he came to Li Yuanfeng's body with a step, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his right hand burst out.

"Bang"

Li Yuan sealed his mouth and spurted blood, his body was like a meteor, and he was far away.

Wang Lin stepped on his feet again, appeared in Li Yuanfeng's side, shouted, and his fist fell again, this time, Li Yuanfeng spat blood again, and his body fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, within a hundred feet of his body, a huge pit immediately appeared.

Li Yuanfeng spat blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were dim, but there was still a trace of viciousness.

"Even if the old man dies, he will pull you back!" Li Yuanfeng roared, his eyes were red, and a trace of crazy destruction emanated from his body.

"The infant detonation period, Li Yuanfeng, I can tear open the crack and walk away under your explosion.

It's just that the entire snowy region is going to be buried for you, and the person you found to cushion your back is not me, but the entire snowy country!" Wang Lin looked as usual, his eyes were calm, and he said lightly.

As he spoke, he grabbed his right hand in the void, and suddenly a spatial crack appeared, and bursts of silence wind blew from it, but for Wang Lin, this wind had no effect.

Li Yuanfeng's eyes showed a look of struggle, although he said that he was selfish, but after all, he was born in the Snowy Country, he is a person from the Snowy Country, and he has deep feelings for the Snowy Country.

After a while, he made a miserable sigh and gave up self-detonation, Zeng Niu was right, his self-detonation injury was not injured to get the other party or two words, but the snowy country did not have any suspense, and it would definitely disappear in the Vermilion Bird Star.

He stared at Wang Lin, took a deep breath and said slowly: "Zeng Niu, the old man has been defeated, but this matter has nothing to do with the Snowy Country, you don't have to kill it all, if you agree, the old man is willing to let you deal with it!"

Wang Lin's eyes were cold, his right hand was a little in the air, and the technique of soul extraction was immediately revealed, turning into a spiritual light imprinted on the center of Li Yuanfeng's eyebrows.

Li Yuanfeng did not resist, but sighed lightly, glanced at the familiar earth around him nostalgically, and closed his eyes. "Pump!" Wang Lin said softly.

Suddenly, Li Yuanfeng's body shrank wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body had become skin and bones.

A glowing purple-gold glow flew out of his brow.

"Infant Transformation Soul!" Wang Lin's eyes froze, and his big hand grabbed the soul in the air, and immediately grabbed this soul, sealed it, and put it in the storage bag.

A generation of heroes Li Yuanfeng died!

Wang Lin was silent for a while, looked up at the two broken arms that were controlled by bells and flags, and summoned his right hand and put it in his hand.

Then his body moved, and he flew into the air.

At this moment, those god-transforming cultivators in the Snowy Land Country all saw the previous battle with their divine senses, and witnessed Li Yuanfeng's death with their own eyes, and a wave of grief and indignation surged into their hearts.

Wang Lin was in mid-air, and his divine sense swept across the entire Snowy Country, sending out a divine thought.

"From today onwards, the Snow Realm Country is not allowed to have a god or cultivator, and no cultivators are allowed to exist, otherwise, I will come again!"

Wang Lin's Yuan Shen artistic conception moved, and suddenly in the sky, the scroll of the cycle of life and death appeared again, and under Wang Lin's point, more than ten gray gases flew out of this scroll, and in the blink of an eye, they dispersed to all sides, burrowing into the body of every god cultivator in the Snow Country.

"Seal!"

Under one word, all the cultivators who transformed into gods were immediately sealed by Wang Lin's artistic conception, just like when Li Yuan sealed Wang Lin.

On the foreheads of these god-transforming monks, there are two traces left at this moment, these two marks are light and heavy, representing life and death.

Their cultivation plummeted.

After doing this, Wang Lin patted the storage bag, and the mosquito beast flew out, supporting him to fly into the distance, and gradually disappeared into the sky.

After this battle, the rumors of Zeng Niu's disappearance and reappearance immediately spread throughout the Vermilion Bird Star, and Zeng Niu's name was completely the first person under the infant transformation period, and even many people were convinced that this Zeng Niu had been cultivated as an infantile change.

No one doubted Zeng Niu's strength, defeated Li Yuanfeng in the infant transformation period, sealed a national god cultivator, and forced a fifth-level cultivation country to become a third-level cultivation country.

This kind of thing shocked and disgraced everyone who knew about it.

At this moment, in the alley of a small town in a certain third-level cultivation country, there was an old man, and in front of him, there was a small basin, in which some copper was scattered, and this old man was sloppy and unkempt.

Beside him stood a man with a wide face and large ears and a strange appearance. If Wang Lin was here, he would definitely recognize this acquaintance at a glance.

"This Zeng Niu is so big, he can actually kill an infant monk, it's not simple, old man, I really had a discerning eye, haha. The old man touched his chin, looked up at the person beside him, and said: "Zeng Niu helped you make the Snow Domain Country a third-level cultivation country, you also help him, go to meet that Liu Mei, you take my straw hat, so that even if you are defeated, you can escape, and see how far this junior's Thousand Illusions and Ruthless Dao has reached!"

The person with a wide face and big ears, respectfully said yes, looked up in the direction of the snowy country, and his eyes showed a trace of memory and melancholy.

After the man left, the old man stood up, picked up the coppers on the plate one by one and put them in his arms, and said to himself: "There are still twelve years left, Vermilion Bird, the old man gambled with you back then, and the loser punished himself for a thousand years, and there are still twelve years, and the old man will end his self-punishment." ”

He took a deep breath, moved his body, and disappeared in place.

"It's really a headache, the four people selected by the old man are the most troublesome in this purple core, what do you want to do with that Zeng Niu, she was thrown into the crack in the space, and the old man wants to take her out, if it weren't for the fact that this woman is the Dao heart crack of the junior of Qianfeng in the future, the old man would not have saved it.

Dry Wind ...... Dry Wind ...... Alas, this son is the most talented person the old man has seen in his life, and the red butterfly is inferior to him!"

The battle between Zeng Niu and Li Yuanfeng spread throughout the Vermilion Bird Star, which could make a fifth-level Xiuzhen Kingdom fall to the third level, this kind of big thing, almost all monks knew about it.

At this moment, in the Vermilion Bird Mountain of the Vermilion Bird Country, in the forbidden land of the back mountain, the dry wind crushed the sound transmission jade slip in his hand, his eyes flashed, and after a while, he muttered to himself: "Zeng Niu...... Killing Li Yuanfeng is nothing, he is just a waste who has been forcibly promoted. If you can kill that Troll Ancestor, then you are qualified to be my opponent......"

Behind him, Red Butterfly stood quietly, her eyes blank.

Qianfeng glanced back at the red butterfly, smiled evilly, and said, "Ruthless, do you want to fight with this Zeng Niu again? This is your greatest wish before the death of the original god." ”