The strange red light permeated Wang Lin's body, and this red light was integrated into the blood of the Yuan Shen by him, and under the power of this strange blood, Wang Lin, who had collapsed his physical body, actually reunited his body in a moment.

Wang Lin didn't have time to think about this sudden scene, he clearly felt that the power of the blood ball that was integrated into the primordial god was rapidly dissipating with the rebirth of his body.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the power of this blood cell will disappear completely.

But Wang Lin didn't care about all this anymore, his body reunited at the moment, his crazy thoughts filled his whole body, staring at the water channel, Wang Lin rushed out.

As he rushed out, his body changed violently, but it once again formed the body of an ancient god of hundreds of zhang! The six star points in the center of his eyebrows rotated, and the star of the rules that he had transformed into a more intentional sense rotated, and at a glance, it looked like a seven-star ancient god!

The breath of madness emanated from his ancient god's body, and at this moment, Wang Lin seemed to have devoured countless ascending immortal fruits, crazy!

He can't die, he can't die, he wants to kill everything, all living beings in sight, at all costs!

Roar!

Wang Lin roared like an ancient fierce spirit, clenched his right hand into a fist, and went straight to the waterway, and the moment a punch bombarded out, a complex ancient god's words came out of his mouth!

There are not many ancient gods in the clan of supernatural powers, but the power of each supernatural power is by no means understandable to monks, with the reverberation of Wang Lin's incantation, the majestic vitality of the ancient gods in his body suddenly burst out! Of all the creatures in this world, there is no one who can compare with the ancient gods in terms of vitality!

"Ancient Divine Arts, Destroying Lives and Summoning Spirits!"

Wang Lin roared and punched, this punch bombarded, but it was earth-shattering, making all the nothingness in front of him suddenly collapse, and under this punch, the vitality in Wang Lin's body dissipated wildly, turning into a powerful force that shocked the heavens and the earth, contained in his fist, and went straight to the waterway.

With a loud bang, the entire fifth-order star field was about to collapse, Wang Lin's fist fell, and it collided with Shui Daozi's right palm! In the roar, Wang Lin spurted blood, and his body was immediately thrown out, but it stopped in a thousand feet, with madness and hideousness, and rushed out again.

Shui Daozi's face was as usual, but his right palm was a little numb, and all his cultivation was against the colorful nails in the center of his eyebrows, and he didn't have much strength, but the palm just now was enough to destroy a monk who shattered Nirvana's Great Perfection.

"Exchanging vitality for strength, this kind of magic power is just drinking to quench your thirst, and see how many punches you can throw!"

As soon as his words fell, Wang Lin had already come again, and the second punch roared out, and in this second punch, part of the vitality of his whole body dissipated again, his hair, which was originally white, was gray at the moment, and the stars in the center of his eyebrows were even more dim.

At the moment of collision with Shui Daozi's palm, Wang Lin endured the injuries in his body, and a miserable smile appeared on his face, but he did not flinch, but frantically punched the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth punches...... In an instant, Wang Lin threw ten punches!

These ten punches consumed too much vitality, and as one punch fell, the roar was earth-shattering, and the entire fifth-order star field collapsed!

Countless cracks formed a storm and swept across this fifth-order star field, Wang Lin's hair withered one by one in the swing of this fist, his body was even more wrinkled, and the whole person suddenly grew old.

But his eyes were still flashing red, revealing a crazy battle intent!

The roar continued to sound, a fist swing, constantly confronting the Shui Daozi, the second punch, Shui Daozi was still as usual, but in the sixth punch, Shui Daozi's right hand was withdrawn, his body took a few steps back, and he opened his mouth to spew out mist forward.

Use this mist to fight against Wang Lin's remaining punches!

"Even if you are an ancient god body, this kind of vitality consuming supernatural power is extremely unbearable, but with this kind of square battle old man, it is extremely ridiculous!" Shui Daozi sneered that the colorful light in the center of his eyebrows had been resisted by him, no matter how the colorful nails rotated, they were not breaking through his skull, but the pain that pierced his heart kept coming from the center of his eyebrows.

"This palm's Seven-Colored Divine Empty Nail is too weird, fortunately, this son doesn't know the specific casting method, but for now, we must also prevent the change of this Colorful Divine Empty Nail from changing!" Shui Daozi snorted, but all his cultivation exploded, and he actually wanted to force out an inch of the colorful nail in the center of his eyebrows!

At this moment, most of the vitality in Wang Lin's body has dissipated, and the whole person is like an old man who has reached a dead end, exuding bursts of dead air, the stars in his eyebrows are even darker, and his body is full of wrinkles, it seems that even his body is infinitely old.

But the flame in his eyes was thicker, and under the desolate roar, Wang Lin rushed out again, like a moth, knowing that he would die, he also rushed to the flame, and a few people knew that the moth to the fire was sometimes not yearning for the flame, but had a desperate desire to extinguish the flame!

When rushing out, Wang Lin clenched his fist with his right hand, but he was waving again, and the sound of the boom became the sound of heaven and earth, replacing all sounds, in Wang Lin's waving, the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth punches...... Until the nineteenth punch, it suddenly burst out.

Every punch is the pinnacle of Wang Lin's cultivation at the moment, it is the supreme blow of the ancient gods, and it is the vitality that he consumes!

The roaring sound was earth-shattering, Wang Lin's seven orifices were bleeding, and the whole person was almost on the verge of death, but his fists did not pause at all, even if it was Shui Daozi, he couldn't help but be moved at this moment!

In this roar, all the mist spewed out by the water channel resisted, and not only did not dissipate, but pounced on it, about to devour Wang Lin.

"It's a pity, if you can sustain more than 100 punches with such an all-out blow, it is possible that you will hurt me when I fight against the Colorful Nail right now, but now the nineteen punches are already your limit, and the vitality in your body has all collapsed, and you don't even need the old man to kill you, you will die by yourself in a moment!"

Shui Daozi's indifferent voice came out, but Wang Lin couldn't hear it at the moment, his ears were filled with blood, and all the sounds came from him, and they were almost inaudible.

He was very tired, his whole body was filled with death, and a feeling of returning to the ruins gradually surfaced in his heart, as if he was going to take him away from the cruel cultivation realm, from all the pain.

Even his eyes, the red glow dimmed, and there was no light.

But just as the mist rushed in, and the moment when Wang Lin was about to devour him, Wang Lin raised his head violently, and his dim eyes suddenly burst into essence!

"My fellow monks, why not fight! I understand, this battle is not a fighting spirit, but a determination to resist even though I know that I will die!" Wang Lin took a step forward with a miserable laugh, raised his right hand, and frantically threw another punch!

Twentieth punch!

A punch blasted out, and black blood flowed from the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, but he didn't stop, but laughed wildly, his laughter was earth-shattering, with a pride that did not yield to the rules of all things in the world!

"I, Wang Lin, am sixteen years old and cultivate!" The twenty-first punch blasted out! The mist roared without the slightest pause.

"Into Hengyue...... Kill the vine!" The twenty-second punch blasted out! At the moment of devouring, the mist suddenly struck.

"Escape the Demon Sea and form a golden pill!" The twenty-third punch! The mist shook violently, and a scream came from within it.

"Cheng Yuanying, the Manchus of the Extinction Family, Shock the Vermilion Bird, and worship the fortune of the heavens!" Wang Lin walked all the way, laughing wildly as if talking to himself, but the fist was a crazy bombardment, the twenty-fourth, twenty-fifth, twenty-sixth punch!

"Yin and Yang are void and real, shattering the three realms of Nirvana! A lifetime of crisis, unyielding heaven and earth, killing countless people!" The twenty-seventh, twenty-eighth, twenty-ninth, and thirtieth punches! The mist rolled upside down, and the screams inside it became more intense, revealing a sense of horror and a frenzied retreat.

"So far, the number of people killed is innumerable, and two thousand years of cultivation have reached the current level......!" Thirty-nine punches!

"I have fought the heavens and the earth, and today I am fighting with the third step power, what a pity to die......!" Fifty-third punch!

"There is only one regret, there is no resurrection of my beloved......, but what does it matter if I die with her!" Sixty-fourth punch! The inverted mist collapsed with a bang, turning into nothingness and completely dissipating.

"What does it matter if you give up your life!" sixty-fifth, sixty-sixth, sixty-seven...... Seventy-fifth punch!

Wang Lin's whole body was full of blood spurting, he had already become a bloody man, his body was rapidly shrinking, infinitely aging, and the dead air permeated his whole body, making his five internal organs decay, and even more extinction!

In fact, as early as the twenty-third fist, his vitality had already dissipated, and the rest of the punches were all due to the power of the blood ball fused within the primordial god!

"Walking the heavens and the earth, standing on the top of the heavens and the earth, even if you die in battle, what's the matter!" Wang Lin's voice was hoarse, it seemed that even the voice had a bloody taste, and when heard to the ears of people, it could shock the hearts of all who heard it!

Seventy-sixth, seventy-seventh, seventy-eighth...... Eighty-fourth punch!

"Vitality is cut off, I am going to die, but this magic fist is not over, the light of the flowing moon, give me five thousand years of reversal, give me five thousand years of vitality!" Wang Lin looked up to the sky and smiled, and his body continued to move forward in the eighty-four punches, just like a war immortal who was not afraid of heaven and earth, with the determination to die, step by step!

There is nothing in front of it, and there is no one who can stop it!

Shui Daozi's eyes showed a rare solemnity, and for the first time, he felt that the person in front of him was amazing!

At the moment when Wang Lin's words fell, the starry sky outside his body collapsed into a sea, and the tall stone gate on it stood violently, and the eternal desolation was pervasive, and under the reversal, it was all shrouded in Wang Lin!

Eighty-fifth, eighty-sixth, eighty-seventh...... The hundredth punch!!

In this short period of time, Wang Lin consumed all the power of the blood cell, consumed all the yuan power in his body and turned into the Flowing Moon Technique, reversed five thousand years, gained enough strength, and unleashed a hundred earth-shattering fists of weeping ghosts and gods!!

This is Wang Lin's strongest hundred punches in his life, this is his ...... Lifetime!

Fellow Daoists help me hit 9000*** !!! fight!!I'm writing the third chapter!