A ferocious roar came from the fog around Wang Lin. A scarlet tongue came out from the fog and Yi Si, which had lost an arm, charged out toward Liu Zhiyuan.
All of this happened as fast as lightning. Yi Si crossed the distance of several thousand feet in an instant. The moment Liu Zhiyuan turned around, Yi Si closed in on him with the fog.
Liu Zhiyuan's expression changed. He clearly felt the fluctuations of an early stage Void Tribulant cultivator coming from the black fog. His eyes were filled with terror, and he naturally saw that it was a puppet. He retreated without hesitation and waved his sleeves. Seven black lotuses appeared before him.
They collided with Yi Si.
Thunderous rumbles echoed and attracted the attention of the six people fighting tens of thousands of feet away. The expressions of Liu Zhiyuan's three companions changed. They were about to check, but they were stopped by the three cultivators from the Heavenly Bull Continent. The three of them didn't have time to spread out their divine senses to check, but this was clearly beneficial to them!
The seven black lotuses collapsed and Yi Si let out a roar. Its body was covered in injuries, but its tongue seemed to penetrate the seven black lotuses. It was like a sharp sword that suddenly landed on Liu Zhiyuan's chest.
Blood sprayed out and Liu Zhiyuan felt pain in his chest. He didn't have time to check. He didn't have much celestial spiritual energy left, and with the strange absorption from the fog, he had used seven lotuses in a row. He was almost exhausted, so he quickly retreated. He waved his right hand and a ball of light appeared. He was about to devour Yi Si.
Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand and a white sail appeared in his hand. He waved it and sobs echoed. The sobs clearly entered Liu Zhiyuan's mind. The vague figure of a woman in white appeared in his mind. This figure had her back toward him and was crying.
The moment this figure appeared, Liu Zhiyuan's right hand that was about to devour the ball of light paused for a moment.
The moment he paused, Wang Lin closed in and raised his right hand. His five fingers formed a palm and slammed down at the sky. The fog in the sky rumbled and a giant palm print appeared above Liu Zhiyuan and descended on him.
At the same time, there was a flash of fire behind Liu Zhiyuan. A flaming palm print shot out toward this person!
All of this happened extremely fast. Wang Lin had deduced it several times in his mind.
Shortly after, as the palm imprint closed in on Liu Zhiyuan and the white-robed woman's cries became even louder, the Yi Si Sword that had been blasted away roared once more and charged forward like mad. The blood sword that had been blasted away flashed with a monstrous blood-red light and turned into a gigantic sword light that slashed down on Liu Zhiyuan!
All kinds of spells closed in. Taking advantage of the fact that Liu Zhiyuan's celestial spiritual energy was exhausted and couldn't be replenished, they all closed in.
However, early stage Void Tribulant cultivators were extremely difficult to kill. Although Wang Lin's timing was very clever, Liu Zhiyuan's pupils shrank when the spells closed in. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out blood. The blood turned into a blood armor that surrounded his body. Even his hair turned blood red.
His skin was the same, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered in blood. Liu Zhiyuan suddenly opened his arms as the spells closed in.
"Blood Armor Tremor!"
The moment he spoke, the blood-red color on Liu Zhiyuan's body dried up and turned into armor. When he stretched out his arms, the blood-red armor on his body exploded and turned into a blood-red storm that swept out.
The huge palm print in the sky shattered the instant it touched the blood-colored storm. The flame palm print behind Liu Zhiyuan also shattered when it collided with the blood-colored storm.
The blood sword flashed and slashed down on the blood-colored storm. Yi Si also charged into the storm with a roar. All of this set off a heaven-shaking rumble at this moment.
The moment the thunderous rumble echoed, Wang Lin charged out toward the blood storm. This blood storm was Liu Zhiyuan's life-saving spell, and after resisting all of Wang Lin's spells, it showed signs of breaking. Liu Zhiyuan coughed out blood and had a ferocious expression as he retreated like crazy.
Just as he retreated, he stared at Wang Lin and disappeared without a trace. Liu Zhiyuan's pupils shrank and he suddenly turned around. He raised his right hand and pushed behind him.
Behind him, Wang Lin's figure appeared and threw a punch. This punch didn't have an Ancient Dao shadow, but it was an Ancient Dao punch!
With a thunderous bang, the lotus on Liu Zhiyuan's right arm became a bloody mess and his body was knocked back. Wang Lin also coughed out blood, but he didn't stop and chased after Liu Zhiyuan.
Thunderous rumbles echoed as Wang Lin chased and threw out 19 punches in a row. Liu Zhiyuan's face was pale and his eyes were filled with terror. Wang Lin's pursuit was too fierce and didn't give him any chance to react. His body was covered in blood and he looked extremely terrifying.
"This kind of method can't kill me!"
Liu Zhiyuan deeply understood that today was a rare life and death crisis for him. Wang Lin's timing was very clever. It was obvious that Wang Lin hadn't attacked at the last minute but had prepared for a long time!
As he retreated, he withstood Wang Lin's punch and destroyed the black lotus before him. He waved his left hand and a black bell appeared in his hand.
This was the first time he, Liu Zhiyuan, had taken out a treasure during his battle with Wang Lin, and it was his most powerful treasure!
As soon as the bell appeared, it let out a crisp sound as it shook in Liu Zhiyuan's hand.
As the bell rang out, countless illusory images of women appeared around Liu Zhiyuan. They were completely naked, and had miserable expressions on their faces. Their resentment soared to the heavens.
There were no less than hundreds of thousands of them, and their souls overlapped with each other. Their resentment formed a force that rushed into the sky. All the cultivators fighting on the Extreme Sky Prairie could clearly feel it!
The battle between the six early stage Void Tribulant cultivators became even more intense. After feeling this aura, their divine senses spread out to check, but the fog restricted their divine senses, so they couldn't see clearly!
However, the three cultivators from the Green Devil Continent were very familiar with Liu Zhiyuan's spells and treasures.
At this moment, when they felt this resentment, their expressions changed. They knew that Liu Zhiyuan must have encountered a life and death enemy, or else he wouldn't have taken out this treasure!
As for the mid stage Void Tribulant old man fighting Yan Lu's group of three and the cultivator named Zhang fighting Lu Wenran, their expressions changed. However, their divine senses were blocked by the fog, so they couldn't see what was happening.
Lu Wenran's eyes lit up and his divine sense spread out. However, there was an invisible barrier around Liu Zhiyuan's battle. His divine sense was a bit blurry, so he couldn't see who was fighting Liu Zhiyuan.
Yan Lu and the others were the same.
The moment the resentment rushed into the sky, Wang Lin's pupils shrank. He was well prepared and had only used part of it. The real two killing moves hadn't been used yet.
At this moment, he didn't hesitate to raise his right hand and point at the sky. A gourd appeared at his fingertip. This gourd contained 30 million dao souls, and if it exploded, it could threaten a mid stage Void Tribulant cultivator. However, Wang Lin didn't control it to explode. Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood at the gourd. The blood quickly disappeared into the gourd and hissing sounds came from the gourd. 30 million dao souls flew out and formed a path of blood behind Wang Lin!
"I use my essence blood to summon the heroic souls of the Great Soul Sect's ancestors!!
Soul Illusion Return! "Wang Lin's words were calm, but they contained a mysterious force.
At the end of the blood path was a giant vortex. The vortex fused with the surrounding fog and gave off a gloomy aura. As Wang Lin spoke, a blood-colored figure slowly walked out.
Every step he took would cause the surroundings to explode with loud bangs!
The monstrous resentment summoned by Liu Zhiyuan's treasure showed signs of collapsing when the blood-colored figure walked out. Liu Zhiyuan's expression changed greatly. He formed a seal and pointed at the sky. The resentment immediately condensed into a giant figure. This figure was a woman, and her body was made up of more than 100,000 vengeful souls. More than 100,000 mournful faces could be seen on her body.
The moment the figure condensed, the giant figure opened its eyes and charged at Wang Lin.
At this moment, the figure of the Great Soul Sect's ninth ancestor, Luo Yunhai, walked out from the blood path vortex behind Wang Lin. He raised his right hand and a shocking killing intent appeared. The killing intent turned into a red lance and he threw it. The lance collided with the giant figure formed by countless resentment souls.
The moment they collided, the lance released a light of command. It was as if it was purifying the giant figure and caused it to collapse. The resentment souls inside howled as they were pushed back.
Thunderous rumbles echoed and Wang Lin's body trembled. He coughed out blood and retreated 1,000 feet. The blood path behind him dissipated and the figure of the ninth ancestor, Luo Yunhai, disappeared. However, at the same time, the giant resentment souls collapsed and Liu Zhiyuan's body erupted with blood. He let out a miserable scream and retreated.
The collapsed vengeful soul transformed into countless other vengeful souls, all of which seemed to be suffering from a backlash. They surged into Liu Zhiyuan's body, burrowing in and out of his body. Liu Zhiyuan screamed as he retreated madly. However, he wasn't dead, only seriously injured. At this point, he no longer cared about the battle.
"God Tremble, Soldier Cultivator Ranks!
"Demon Spell, Fire Beacon Mountain!
"Devil Dao, Life and Death Reversal!
"God, Demon, Devil … Ancient Dao, No Celestial!" Wang Lin stared at the retreating Liu Zhiyuan and threw a punch!
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