The monk surnamed Chen had a silver needle in front of him, and on each needle, there was a blue light flashing, he pinched the trick with both hands, and a huge shadow immediately appeared outside his body, and this phantom was full of fairy energy, and he pointed it out, and went straight behind Wang Lin.

The hands of the monk surnamed Song contained a yin-yang diagram, and when it was thrown, lightning shuttled in it, and there was a crackling sound, and a strong heaven and earth yuan force filled it, making this yin-yang diagram rush towards Wang Lin like lightning.

Others were behind the picture, holding a strange mark in their right hand, and immediately a long silk phantom appeared, and as soon as it came out, it naturally had coercion, emitting a large area of green mist.

And finally, the one who lost his flesh!} The surname is a monk, this person opened his mouth and spewed out a small crystal light fan, and immediately waved it after taking it out, and even spewed out the essence of the Yuan Shen again and again, and suddenly a purple flame filled the air, turning into six fire dragons around him, roaring and scattering, trying to surround Wang Lin and prevent him from escaping.

The three of them were already red-eyed, and each had the idea that they had to kill Wang Lin and obtain the ninth layer of immortal arts. They were extremely fast, all kinds of magical powers and magic weapons, quickly approaching Wang Lin, almost instantly, they were already there.

Wang Lin's eyes were still in a trance at the moment, and there were always all kinds of incredible changes in his mind that immortal magic and the wind, when the three of them were about to have magical powers and magic weapons, he almost subconsciously turned his back to the three of them, raised his right hand, and muttered in his mouth: "Breathe the wind!"

As soon as these words came out, a black wind immediately appeared from above Wang Lin's right hand, and the wind instantly became huge, forming a roar, and immediately diffused, at this moment, the sky darkened, as if they were going to retreat in this black wind.

The whole earth suddenly trembled, and a rich breath filled the heavens and the earth. All of this is because of this black wind! Because of this immortal art! It is as if the earth has a memory of this technique, as if the sky has fallen under this technique.

At the moment when this black wind appeared, the Immortal Emperor's technique, which had been absent for countless years, appeared in the world without any pause, and went straight to the three people behind Wang Lin.

The silver needle magic weapon of the monk surnamed Chen, as soon as he touched this wind, he did not have the slightest resistance, and it immediately shattered, as for the illusory figure on his body, the finger pressed instantly, the black wind blew, as if blowing a candle, and the illusory figure immediately froze and collapsed.

"This is the Ninth Layer Immortal Technique!!" The monk surnamed Chen showed fear in his eyes, his scalp was numb, and this black wind seemed to him like a yin wind that demanded his life, which made his heart tremble, and he actually rose up with a feeling that he could not fight, as if facing the power of heaven.

He didn't hesitate, he quickly turned around and fled, and immediately teleported out, but even if he teleported, when the black wind blew, his body was also stiff, and he appeared from the teleportation, his eyes were dim, and his body collapsed with a bang.

Its primordial spirit is like a fire, blown by the black wind, extinguished...... All this was done in an instant, in addition to the monk surnamed Chen, the magic weapon of the monk surnamed Song, even more so, the yin and yang diagram collapsed in an instant, together with his body, when the black wind blew, his eyes were shocked and immediately gave up his body, and the Yuan Shen quickly fled.

As for the monk surnamed Lu who lost his body, the fan in his hand was blown by the black wind and also collapsed. He was already in the body of a primordial god, but at this moment, his frightened soul flew away and quickly retreated.

At this moment, the black wind suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all, and Wang Lin's eyes were no longer in a trance, but showed clarity.

"It turns out that this is the Immortal Trick Calling the Wind!" He took a deep breath, his face was extremely pale, he turned around and took a step forward, patted the storage bag, and immediately the Zun Soul Banner appeared, turned into a black mist with a shake, and chased after the monk surnamed Lu.

As for himself, his eyes were cold, and as soon as he spit out his mouth, a grain of sand flew out, turned into a big seal, and chased after the godless monk surnamed Song, and almost instantly the big seal caught up and smashed it towards the earth.

The monk surnamed Song screamed, and the godless exuded a large amount of essence, and suddenly withered, his eyes showed fear, and he was about to continue to escape, when the cause and effect Kunji whip appeared, and under a roll, he rolled up this person's Yuan Shen, and was directly caught by Wang Lin.

"Xu Daoyou's subordinates are merciful, Song knows his mistakes, he knows his mistakes!" Ignoring the pleading of the monk surnamed Song, Wang Lin's eyes flickered with coldness, and with a pinch, the monk surnamed Song's Yuan Shen immediately collapsed, turned into a ball of Yuan Force, and was swallowed by Wang Lin in one bite.

The huge powerlessness runs in the body, Wang Lin's face is no longer as pale and bloodless as before, he exhales deeply, his body shakes, and catches up with the monk surnamed Lu who was surrounded by the soul flag, and grabbed it with his big hand, and the Kunji whip immediately flew out, and in the black mist that the soul flag turned into a few times, and finally the soul flag shook, and then the inner spirit was included in it, Wang Lin's eyes showed a cold glow, and the big hand grabbed it in the soul flag, and took out the godless spirit of the monk surnamed Lu.

"If you kill me, the Lu family and you will be incompatible!!" The monk surnamed Lu screamed, but his voice did stop abruptly, and Wang Lin crushed the Gongyuan Shen, turned into Yuan Li and swallowed it in one gulp.

His face was slightly ruddy, but he was still pale, and he did not hesitate to go deep into the Soul Banner again, and when he took it out, the black-clothed man Yuan Shen who was the first to be killed by him appeared in his hand.

After crushing it, it turned into weakness and swallowed it again. After swallowing three primordial gods in a row, Wang Lin immediately sat down cross-legged and spit out.

After a long time, his complexion gradually returned to normal, but despite this, there was still a trace of paleness, Wang Lin opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The breath he exhaled was actually black, which was extremely amazing.

"What a strong immortal technique!! I just felt a little bit of it, and I couldn't control it after I cast it, the powerlessness consumed by this immortal technique was too great, and I almost absorbed all the powerlessness that wrapped the extreme realm in my body. If it is not replenished very quickly, the consequences will be unimaginable, but no matter how you look at this technique, it does not look like an immortal technique, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a magic skill! In addition, the weakness required by this technique is also too much...... If you want to perform this technique, you must always have several godless gods in the realm of yin and yang. ”

Wang Lin stood up, took the storage bags of the few people he had killed, looked back at the collection pavilion, and muttered to himself, "It's a pity that this pavilion can't be taken away...... Otherwise, I am afraid that with the power of the four major families, the immortal realm would have been taken out long ago. But I can put this thing here, but I am unwilling, if I can take it......"

In the middle of the groaning, suddenly Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he thought of the words he heard in the painting, "Xiaoyaozi opened the painting for the collection of the Immortal Pavilion...... Wang Lin's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he thought of the handprint of the boy under the tree in the painting.

"When I cast this mudra before, I felt the attic tremble...... Wang Lin was moved, and with a shake of his body, he immediately came to the outside of the attic of the collection.

He took a deep breath, pinched the trick with both hands, and hit the mark he had learned from the boy before, and in an instant, the four-cornered collection pavilion immediately emitted bursts of light, in Wang Lin's gaze, this pavilion became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a palm, and flew to his palm at the moment when Wang Lin's seal was all finished.

Staring at the collection pavilion in the palm of his hand, with Wang Lin's concentration, he couldn't help but laugh, and the joy revealed in his laughter was extremely happy.