Above the sky, it was dark and dim at the moment, as if the sun and the moon were dark and hidden.

Looking at the Troll Clan Ancestor again, his lightning impact immediately slowed down, and the red giant axe in his hand made a violent buzzing sound.

The Troll Clan's Ancestor's eyes were red, revealing a hint of horror and hidden fear.

This............ This is the ...... of the Soul Refining Sect. The Troll Clan Ancestor gasped, he vaguely recognized the origin of this flag, but he didn't dare to completely believe it, after all, the soul banner in his memory would never appear in Wang Lin's hands.

But at this moment, the appearance of this soul banner is almost exactly the same as the thing in his memory, but he can't help but believe it.

One billion soul flags, for the first time, were summoned by Wang Lin to cast.

At this moment, at the border of the trolls. The purple-clothed woman who was looking forward to this battle suddenly frowned, and said to herself: "The Soul Refining Sect drove me out of the Soul Refining Sect because it turned out that Wang Lin wanted Wang Lin to inherit the inheritance of one billion soul flags...... Although it is an illusory flag, the power is not something that the ancestor of the troll clan can resist.

The woman in purple sighed, she has been exploring this Wang Lin Daoxin for a long time, and she has never found a clue, only when the other party is unconscious, she may be able to succeed if she uses her secretary.

Thinking of this, he stepped on his feet and was about to pass, but, at this moment, suddenly she paused, and looked back into the distance. (The only nerd)

I saw a purple-robed man wearing a straw hat, walking step by step from a distance.

"Miss Liumei, your opponent is me!" Before the big man arrived, the voice came first.

The purple-clothed woman's beautiful eyes glanced at the big man, and said softly: "I have Uncle Lark's Straw Hat." Presumably, Your Excellency is one of the four people chosen by Uncle Shi and his old man. However, with your cultivation in the middle stage of the flower god, it is not enough to stop me. ”

The big man laughed and said: "Miss Liumei cultivates to the sky, and she is naturally invincible in the next, but the lark seniors have a life, and Zhou doesn't dare not listen, so it's better for you to talk to me about the wine, and after a while, I will go back to my life in the next time, so I also have an excuse." (Sentenced to imprisonment without a wife)

The woman in purple pinned the silk hair blown away by the breeze in her ears behind her ears, smiled like a lily in full bloom, and covered her mouth: "You are also interesting, but you have to wait a while, how about I go to help the ancestor of the troll clan and then drink with you?"

Dahan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not good, Wang Lin is my old friend, how can I let you go." ”

The woman in purple sighed lightly, glanced at the big man, and said softly: "You go, I don't want to hurt you." As she spoke, she moved and was about to leave.

The big man sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched the trick with both hands, and when the spirit moved, he suddenly felt the artistic conception. But behind him, there was a phantom of a weak-crowned young man, this young man had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and after he appeared, he looked at the big man, revealing a strong sense of admiration.

The woman in purple paused again, turned to stare at the big man, her application swept away the charm before, her eyes revealed a trace of coldness and ruthlessness that was hidden deeply, and said softly: "Cutting love...... No wonder Your Excellency will be favored by Uncle Shi, and the original artistic conception of understanding. What perseverance, what a ruthless heart......"

Feel the feelings of master and apprentice, move with mind, accept apprentices with thoughts, raise children with love, give favors with kindness, love with heart, and enter God with sorrow, all of which are to make yourself devote yourself to this master-apprentice relationship.

When he finally realized his artistic conception and was about to reach the time of becoming a god, it was the day when he killed his disciple, and he personally killed the disciple of Yizi and disciple who he gave all his heart, and he must not die with a knife, but must go through countless pains, let his heart experience the pain of the bones again and again, so that he can finally make the monstrous sorrow in his heart and reach the last step of entering God with sorrow!

It seems to be affectionate, but in fact it is ruthless, but in this ruthlessness, it contains the utmost affection and sexuality, and this kind of mortal realm can definitely be understood by very many people.

When Wang Lin saw this person, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, he couldn't do this himself.

Wang Lin held a billion soul flags, the primordial god fused with this flag, and as soon as his mind moved, the billion soul flags immediately danced without wind, and the huge whistling sound that shook the nine heavens and nine places sounded, and suddenly, it came out from the billion soul flags.

Countless souls rushed out of the soul banner frantically, and under the leadership of the twelve purple and gold infant transformation main souls, they roared and appeared from the soul flag.

The face of the ancestor of the troll clan changed greatly, he never thought that this Wang Lin actually had such a magic weapon. Bitter in his heart, he knew that this was the case, he said that he would not fight this person at all, and it was the best choice to flee directly.

But at the moment, the arrow is on the bow and has to be sent. Once he retreats at this time, then there is only one way to die waiting for him, so he simply fights! The ancestor of the troll clan showed a trace of madness in his eyes, and in his low roar, his body rushed again, and at a speed of three points faster than before, he frantically raised the giant axe, and shouted: "Ancestor protection, help me kill this person!"

At this moment, a lightning bolt streaked across the sky, and the color of this lightning was red, and the moment it stried, the earth seemed to be dyed blood red.

The Troll Ancestor is the one who holds this lightning. It's just that his figure, under the power of lightning, has become dispensable and inconspicuous.

In the whole sky, there is only this lightning bolt at the moment. Suddenly, it fell towards Wang Lin, and the lightning revealed the figure of the red giant axe in the process of falling.

Wang Lin stared at the red in front of him, his eyes calm. His right hand pointed forward, and he spat lightly in his mouth: "Soul flag, swallow!"

Hundreds of millions of souls, roaring, the red lightning came, but seeing the twelve purple gold main souls suddenly rushed out, equivalent to twelve infant monks, these twelve main souls, immediately pinched their hands, one after another supernatural skills, immediately appeared.

A golden thread immediately appeared in the bodies of these twelve purple gold main souls, connecting them together. Suddenly, a net of heaven and earth was formed, trapping the red lightning in it.

At the same time, around this heaven and earth net, hundreds of millions of souls seemed to receive the call of the main soul in an instant, and immediately came from all directions, with a fierce momentum that seemed to be able to break through the heavens and the earth.

If you look down from the sky, the twelve main souls form a circle, and outside the circle are endless souls, and at this moment, all those souls rush into the circle.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

With the influx of spirits, the heavens and the earth shook. I couldn't see the scene inside clearly, and I could only occasionally hear the screams of the Troll Clan's ancestors.

But at this moment, a red light seemed to open the sky, splitting out from it, opening a gap, but seeing the ancestor of the troll clan, his whole body was already covered with skin and bones at this moment, as if he had no life, and he quickly rushed out with a giant axe.

After he appeared, he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked back at Wang Lin viciously, and was about to escape, but it was still too late.

Those countless souls roared again, and the twelve purple gold main souls let out bursts of cruel laughter and pounced again.