Shimizu's body trembled violently. The thorn in his chest was pulled out a few inches by Wang Lin. A suction force came from the wound and firmly locked onto the thorn. When Wang Lin pulled it out, he could clearly feel it.
The moment he pulled the thorn, a strange aura came from the thorn and entered Wang Lin's heart. At this moment, Wang Lin's heartbeat increased rapidly. The sound of his heart beating like a drum came from Wang Lin's body.
Thump, thump, thump, thump. The heartbeat became even faster. In just a moment, it became one, and a heart-wrenching pain filled Wang Lin's body.
"The first thorn is sealing his heart!" At this moment, a ghostly voice came from behind Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's body stopped. He hadn't noticed anything before, but when he suddenly heard this voice, his pupils shrank and he slowly turned his head to look behind him.
The mountain Shimizu was on was floating in the air and separated from the seven-colored index finger. When his soul was released from the Black Tortoise, the seven-colored index finger slowly dissipated from the Seven-Colored Realm.
However, the moment Wang Lin looked back, the dissipating seven-colored index finger reappeared. However, the seven-colored light wasn't as bright. Under Wang Lin's gaze, the seven-colored index finger seemed to collapse into specks of seven-colored light. They didn't scatter but condensed into a blurry seven-colored figure.
Although this figure was blurry, its eyes were clear as it looked at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin silently pondered and the ancient god stars between his eyebrows rotated rapidly. The Auspicious Demon star in his right eye also rotated. His left hand formed a seal and his right hand let go of the thorn, forming a seal.
The blurry seven-colored figure slowly said, "Don't be nervous, you can continue to save him. I won't stop you …"
Wang Lin didn't relax at all. From the gaze of the seven-colored figure, he immediately recognized that it was the seven-colored person he had seen in the blood mist!
Wang Lin knew a lot about T-colors. He had the seven-colored statue and had seen the Daoist refine a dao spirit. He had even seen the Seven-Colored Daoist in the illusion inside the Ancient Order Tomb.
Looking at the blurry rainbow-colored figure, he could not be certain if it was the person who made his scalp numb. However, the aura that came from Meng Feng's body did not fluctuate at all. It was very calm.
"Ancient Dao inheritance … Celestial Immortal Body … Five essences … You indeed have a lot of secrets." The seven-colored figure's voice seemed to come from the void.
"Who exactly are you?"
Wang Lin was shocked, but his expression didn't change. If this person was really the person he had analyzed, then he wasn't surprised that this person had discovered his secrets.
"Any one of your secrets would be a great fortune for someone else … But to me, they are temporarily useless …" The seven-colored figure shook his head and raised his right hand to point at Shimizu. He looked at Wang Lin and faintly said, "Continue.
This is a chance I'm giving you. If you can save him, then take him away. If you can't, then leave … This is your only chance. "
Wang Lin silently released the seal with his right hand. He didn't turn around but grabbed the thorn on Shimizu's chest. The moment he grabbed it, the aura that had rushed into Shimizu's heart shrouded him once more.
As this aura spread out, Wang Lin's heart felt intense pain, but he endured it. He held onto the thorn and slowly pulled it out.
The more he pulled it out, the more pain Wang Lin felt in his heart. It was as if there was a hand grabbing his heart and wanting to crush it!
Fortunately, his body was the body of an ancient god, so his recovery ability was amazing. As the pain entered his body, he quickly healed.
The seven-colored figure looked at Wang Lin and slowly said, "The body of an ancient god inheritance is indeed not bad … Back then, Ye Mo spilled 3,000 drops of blood to preserve the inheritance seed. It wasn't wasted …"
The moment the pain in his heart reached its peak, there was a flash of golden light in Wang Lin's eyes. He mercilessly waved his right hand and pulled out the first thorn from Shimizu's chest!
Shimizu clenched his teeth and his body trembled, but he didn't make a sound. However, the veins on his face, which was covered by his messy hair, were bulging and his expression was twisted in pain.
Blood covered Shimizu's chest. Just as it was about to spray out, Wang Lin's left hand formed a seal and pointed at the wound. The blood slowly disappeared.
Wang Lin silently pondered. The rejection force inside his body rumbled. The combination of celestial and ancient god energy caused sounds to come from his body. Under this rejection force, the thorns collapsed one by one.
Only the ones that were deeply embedded in the flesh were rooted to the insides of the flesh.
The thorns around Wang Lin's body seemed to grow out of his body. When the Black Tortoise's back shattered and the 100,000 thorns pierced through, Wang Lin used the Light and Shadow Shield and the Ancient God's blessing. All of this was hidden by the thorns, so no one could see it.
Even so, it couldn't completely stop the thorns and could only delay them slightly.
Wang Lin stood there and gasped for breath. After the pain in his heart slowly dissipated, he looked at the blurry figure and threw the thorns in his hand. He pressed it against Shimizu's throat and grabbed the second thorn.
"The second thorn is sealing his tendons!"
Wang Lin's eyes lit up an undetectable amount and he said, "Ancient God Ye Mo has three drops of blood. What do you mean by that?"
The seven-colored figure smiled and shook his head. "If you can pull out three thorns, I can tell you a secret about the Ancient God Ye Mo …" Wang Lin couldn't figure out what this blurry figure was thinking. This person had paid attention to Shimizu when he was still a mortal and had changed Shimizu's life, causing him to be filled with grief and despair. Finally, he had placed this formation here for the slaughter essence.
However, with the other person's appearance and words, as well as the fact that he didn't seem to care, Wang Lin began to doubt his previous speculation.
The blurry figure's indifference wasn't fake from Wang Lin's point of view, it was real. "What exactly is he doing this for …" Wang Lin grabbed the second thorn in Shimizu's throat and mercilessly pulled it out. This caused all the tendons in Wang Lin's body to tighten, as if his body was being stretched infinitely. He had experienced this kind of pain when he drew the bow before. Although it was very painful, he could endure it.
With a sudden tug, the second thorn was pulled out with a bang!
Shimizu clenched his teeth and let out a muffled groan. His body was covered in sweat as he endured the indescribable pain.
Wang Lin's face was pale as he placed his right hand on Shimizu's left arm and pulled out the third thorn.
"The third thorn and the fourth thorn on his right arm are sealing his divine sense!" the seven-colored man said slowly. His voice was neither fast nor slow.
Wang Lin let out a roar and grabbed the third thorn with his right hand. He suddenly pulled it out, and his divine sense was immediately bombarded by a powerful force from the third thorn. He felt as if his divine sense was being heavily injured.
Wang Lin coughed out a mouthful of blood and pulled out the third thorn with a ferocious expression. At the same time, he didn't stop and grabbed the fourth thorn in Shimizu's right arm and mercilessly pulled it out again.
With this pull, Wang Lin's heavily injured divine sense was once again bombarded by that powerful force. A rumble echoed in his mind and his body trembled. He coughed out another mouthful of blood and the rejection force in his body continued to tremble.
Shimizu's arms fell and he suddenly looked up at Wang Lin. He didn't seem to be able to see the seven-colored figure, only Wang Lin.
His gaze contained sadness, gratification, and excitement.
Wang Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled at Shimizu. However, his expression soon became serious. Shimizu's eyes reflected everything around Wang Lin, but Wang Lin only saw his own figure; there was no T-color.
"He can't see me … Only you can see me here.
You're a very interesting spirit cultivator, just like that little cultivator who believed in Zhan Yuan and surprised me back then. You're both anomalies here … If it wasn't for the fact that I'm certain that you're not related to me, I really wouldn't believe that the power of creation is so wonderful. "The seven-colored figure seemed to be very emotional.
"He said that I have nothing to do with him … What does that mean … Believe in Zhan Yuan?
Could he be talking about the dead Zhan Konglie or … Old Devil Zhan!? "
Wang Lin couldn't see through the seven-colored figure. His eyes lit up and he slowly said, "The blood of the three ancient clans, I wonder what that means!?"
The seven-colored figure smiled and looked at Wang Lin. With a hint of reminiscence, he began to speak.
"At the beginning, there were no ancient country cultivators here, much less Ancient Dao Ye Mo … But he still came. Before he died, he scattered the blood of 3,000 members of his clan, including 1,000 Wei Ji gods, 1,000 ancient devils, and 1,000 ancient demons.
"As time passed, these 3,000 clans either fused or diluted.
"This is the origin of your three ancient clans here."
Wang Lin was startled. He wouldn't believe all of this person's words, but these words were very similar to what the ancient demon soul inside the war drum had said when he reached the Ascendant stage in the Demon Spirit Land!
"Ancient Demon Bei Lou once said that the ancient clan was the first generation of heaven-defying cultivators and died fighting the heavens. After his death, the ancient clan split, and the ancient gods, ancient demons, and ancient devils appeared!
The three ancient clans were the second generation of heaven-defying cultivators!
Although this was different from what the seven-colored figure had said, when the two were combined, there was a clear truth!
"Ancient Order Ye Mo was attracted by either the Celestial Sovereign or this seven-colored figure. That battle was the ancient battle against the heavens that Ancient Demon Bei Lou spoke of!
"Those 3,000 clans of blood eventually formed the three ancient clans, and the ones with the most blood fused were the royal clans!
"However, is this true or false?" Wang Lin took a deep breath.