Just at this instant, a ray of purple light flew out from the collapsed tower. This ray of purple light split into two. One of them flew toward Wang Lin and the other pierced through the old man in black. The old man's eyes widened as his body and origin soul collapsed. The second ray of purple light shot toward Shimizu.
The purple light shined brightly and filled the world. It unexpectedly suppressed the blue light from Shimizu. When it got close, there was a flash of killing intent in Shimizu's eyes and a red light appeared on his right index finger. His Ji Realm had recovered, and it had gathered on his finger to collide with the purple light.
With a thunderous bang, the purple light was forced back, and in a flash, it turned into a person. This person was a middle-aged man. His purple hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
"Old Man, Slaughter Realm's Realm Lord Ling Yunzi!"
"Ji Realm!!
So my wife's relic is in your hands! "Shimizu also retreated a few steps. He stared at the purple-haired man with monstrous killing intent in his eyes.
"This Shimizu is a former Celestial Lord of the Thunder Celestial Realm. Rumor has it that after his resurrection, his cultivation hasn't fully recovered. Although he is still very strong, I have a Pseudo Nirvana Void treasure. Although it is broken, I can still fight him. If I can kill this Shimizu, it will be a great merit for me!!"
The purple-haired man let out a cold snort and charged out, setting off a large amount of purple mist. In a flash, six avatars appeared and charged at Shimizu.
The Slaughter Realm had a Pseudo Nirvana Void treasure, but it was very damaged. Even so, it was still very powerful. It was personally given to the first Realm Lord by the head elder of the Cultivation Alliance as a stabilizing treasure for the Slaughter Realm!
As the purple mist spread out, Shimizu charged into it filled with killing intent. Thunderous rumbles echoed as he began a battle with the purple-haired man!
Both of them were at the pinnacle of the realm. In an instant, the purple mist was filled with coldness!
As for Wang Lin, his expression was ice cold. Whenever his body merged with the world, he would cut down a person. At this moment, his body had just stepped out of the void when he suddenly looked up, and his pupils constricted.
A beam of violet light suddenly shot toward Shimizu from afar. This violet light was too fast, and what made Wang Lin's heart sink was that he could sense a trace of Ji within this violet light!
"Limiteer!!"
Wang Lin didn't hesitate. The moment the purple light closed in on him, he quickly retreated. At the same time, his right hand reached at the void and the ancient god star between his eyebrows appeared. It rotated rapidly, and in an instant, countless specks of light gathered in Wang Lin's right hand.
"Royal Dharmic Artifact, God Vanquishing Spear!"
The speed at which the crystal light condensed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the God Slaying Spear appeared. It wasn't a hundred feet long, but an ordinary spear. Wang Lin grabbed it and threw it forward!
It collided with the violet light in an instant!
There was a thunderous bang that echoed across the world. The violet light collapsed and turned into an indescribable shockwave that spread out like crazy. Some of the cultivators that couldn't dodge in time were hit by the shockwave, and their bodies immediately exploded and they died.
The God Slaying Spear wasn't damaged at all; it only dimmed a bit and returned to Wang Lin's hand.
"The royal ancient god treasure can indeed resist this level of Ji Realm!" Wang Lin's eyes shined brightly. The spear in his hand gradually became illusory and disappeared.
"Unfortunately, with my current cultivation level, I can only create an illusory body. The real God Slaying Spear is with Tuo Sen!"
As Wang Lin retreated, he disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, he was behind a Slaughter Realm cultivator. His expression was cold as he pointed with one finger.
There were less than 100 Slaughter Realm cultivators left, and none of them were weak. At this moment, they all formed seals and began to chant. In an instant, the entire Slaughter Realm trembled and 11 of the large sword-shaped buildings collapsed.
Eleven rays of light flew out and merged with the void as the surrounding cultivators chanted. A moment later, Wang Lin appeared in the distance, and the 11 rays of light chased after him. They were so fast that they closed in almost an instant.
There was a silver flying sword inside each of the 11 rays of light, and each sword contained a monstrous killing intent. These 11 flying swords were forged by the first Realm Lord using the best iron in the world. After being nourished in the Slaughter Realm for tens of thousands of years, they had become peerless weapons!
As the 11 flying swords chased after Wang Lin, the mournful cries of the souls of the cultivators killed by the Slaughter Realm echoed. They surrounded the light and chased after Wang Lin like crazy as if they wanted to pull him in.
"Good sword!"
There was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes. These 11 swords were indeed excellent, especially since they were all forged at the same time and had been refined for the same amount of time. They all had their own treasure spirits, so if he had them all, they would be several times better than the four origin swords Ling Tianhou had refined from the four small worlds!
"If I can obtain these 99 flying swords, then even if my cultivation level isn't enough to face Ling Tianhou, I should be able to fight him with treasures!" Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he licked his lips.
"There are indeed a lot of treasures in the Slaughter Realm!"
Hundreds of thoughts flashed through Wang Lin's mind. He knew that Shimizu didn't need him much when he asked him to come. Shimizu wanted to give him a great fortune to repay him for taking care of him in the void.
Just at this moment, three people flew out from the surrounding cultivators!
Two of them were at the mid stage of Nirvana Scryer, and the third was an old man. His cultivation level was very high; he was at the late stage of Nirvana Scryer!
This old man didn't move forward after Wang Lin and Shimizu appeared. He carefully hid behind them and only appeared now.
The moment they appeared, the old man slapped his bag of holding and four white jade gourds flew out. These four gourds were crystal clear and gave off a soft glow. The moment they appeared, the old man's hand formed a seal and pointed forward!
The four gourds immediately rotated and spread out before the old man. They faced Wang Lin from afar.
"Celestial Gourd, please kill this person!"
The moment the old man spoke, the four gourds trembled and four milky white auras shot out. The auras turned into the shadows of four beautiful women that flew toward Wang Lin.
The other two people beside the old man used their spells and treasures. One of them hit his forehead with his right hand and a black origin core flew out. This origin core gave off a gloomy aura as it rotated. The moment it appeared, the cultivator shouted, "Ten Thousand Water!"
The origin core trembled and immediately turned into black water. It grew with the wind and soon covered half the sky. It was like a giant wave that swept toward Wang Lin.
The last cultivator gave off a large amount of blood light and his skin was covered in blood lines. He looked extremely ferocious as his hand formed a seal and he mercilessly pointed forward and shouted, "Blood Celestial Net!"
Popping sounds echoed inside the cultivator's body. The countless blood lines on his skin penetrated his body and formed a large blood net that wrapped around Wang Lin.
The three of them used their most powerful spells and treasures. While Wang Lin was being chased by the 11 rays of light, they launched a crazy attack.
It wasn't just the three of them. The surrounding cultivators all activated their origin energy and used various spells to attack Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he sneered. Without hesitation, he spat out an item. It was the 18 Hell Celestial Sealing Stamp!
The moment the stamp appeared, waves of mournful howls came from within it like a storm.
Wang Lin pointed with his right hand. His finger was like a spell that could unlock a seal. The 18 Hell Doors opened and countless vengeful souls rushed out.
"Magic Arsenal!" Wang Lin shouted!
Rumbling sounds could be heard as the countless souls filled the area. One of them was the soul of the Blood Ancestor, who threw his head back and let out a roar.
After Wang Lin used Magic Arsenal, he didn't pay any more attention to it. His target was the 11 rays of light chasing after him!
Wang Lin's body flickered and he didn't retreat. As he retreated, his hand reached out and an ancient god hand appeared to grab one of the rays of light.
Just as he grabbed it, Wang Lin felt a sharp pain in his palm. There was a flash of coldness in his eyes as he grabbed the crystal light and quickly retreated. Origin energy surged inside his body and ancient god power surged. He mercilessly squeezed but was surprised to find that the crystal light didn't shatter.
This caused the crystal light to rebound violently. Tens of thousands of souls with twisted faces appeared outside the crystal light and tried to devour Wang Lin.
"Many of my spells are related to souls. Just tens of thousands of souls and you dare to be arrogant before me?!" At this moment, the coldness in Wang Lin's eyes disappeared and was replaced with a hint of thunder!
His nascent divinity was that of a primordial lightning dragon, and he could wield the power of lightning between heaven and earth. At this moment, a vortex appeared between his eyebrows, and his nascent divinity rushed out, revealing his primordial lightning dragon form, and roared at the sky!
Roar!!!
With a roar, the world trembled and bursts of thunder gathered from all directions. In an instant, the Slaughter Realm became a hell of Thunder!
Thunderous rumbles echoed across the sky and caused the ears of the surrounding cultivators to ring. Even Shimizu and the purple-haired man, who were fighting in the purple mist, looked over. Shimizu's eyes were filled with admiration, but the purple-haired man's expression was as gloomy as water.
Endless Thunder filled the air and seemed to gather all the thunder in the world. All the thunder had to submit to Wang Lin's roar and rush toward the ray of light in his right hand.
It was as if Wang Lin was holding all the Thunder in his hand and was attracting all the thunder in the world!
"You, submit to me!!"
Wang Lin let out a roar and the tens of thousands of souls around the ray of light were no longer ferocious. Instead, they were filled with fear. As the endless Thunder closed in, they revealed expressions of submission.
The ray of light collapsed with a bang and a seven-foot-long silver sword appeared in Wang Lin's hand. The tens of thousands of souls all entered the sword.
This sword had the word "9" engraved on it. It let out a hum and submitted to Wang Lin.
Although it was no longer competing, the third chapter was still brewing. Everyone, don't worry, it will appear in the next few days.
His idea was that the third chapter had to be exciting. Otherwise, if it wasn't exciting, it would be better not to do it at all.
Everyone could think about the previous chapters. His idea was that the third chapter had to be exciting.