Mysterious Devouring the Heavens Powerhouse

In the past, in the face of his false fire, those enemies were simply helpless, and could only rely on their own cultivation to resist.

Of course.

There are also some special existences that can rely on certain secret techniques to block their emotions, keep them from being exposed, and prevent others from being manipulated.

But this type of esoteric art is so rare and precious that it almost never escapes.

In a thousand people, it is difficult to meet one!

For example, among those who scolded him just now, there was only one old woman, who completely blocked his own emotions, making him unable to perceive the other party's emotional fluctuations.

But Wang Ling knew clearly in his heart.

This is definitely not the case with Yan Lin's group.

No magic was used.

But the strength gap between the two sides is too great!

It is no longer on a level.

It's like an ant can't imagine the weight of a big elephant.

His virtual fire was of no use in the face of Yan Lin and others!

"Senior, you were reckless before leaving, please don't mind!"

After being silent, Wang Ling finally clenched his fists towards Yan Lin and said in a low voice.

His right hand swung forward, and a sharp sword flashing with cold light appeared quietly, heading straight for Yan Lin.

Above the sword, there is a layer of shimmering divine light, and at a glance, you know that it is not ordinary!

"This thing was obtained from this ancient tomb, and I asked the seniors to accept it. The right should be my apology!"

Yan Lin took the sword and looked deeply at Wang Ling's body for a few breaths.

Originally, he planned to use this pretext to beat the royal mausoleum.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be so 'interested'.

Without waiting for him to speak, he voluntarily surrendered.

He also paid for a sword that looked good as an apology, making him a little embarrassed to open his mouth and continue to pursue it.

after all.

Wang Ling is not one of those hard-pressed protagonists who can be kneaded and pinched at will.

In this world, his backstage is very hard.

His clone, Lu Mo, who had already entered the fourth step of the way of stepping on the sky, has long since returned to the past, and is always paying attention to this main body!

If he dares to do anything excessive, someone will tell him how to behave in minutes!

"What about you? Just now, everyone was so arrogant, they dared to shoot at me!"

Yan Lin's tone was cold, and he looked away from Wang Ling's body, and looked at the group of monks who had almost been frightened.

Nima!

Each of them is the second step of cultivation, and even a third step does not exist!

You can't complete the mission even if you kill it.

That being the case, get some goodies!

"senior........"

"This is an apology from the younger generation..."

"this is mine!"

Under Yan Lin's gaze, these people were pale, their backs were wet with sweat, and they clasped their fists again and again, sending their most valuable treasures.

At this moment, they dare not make the slightest change.

The old woman from the Fenghua clan just now wanted to do something small, but before Yan Lin could do anything, the majestic man with long blue hair who had been standing behind Yan Lin looked over.

moment.

Countless terrifying air bursts out, and the old woman vomited blood and flew out, almost falling on the spot.

After this lesson, the remaining cultivators dared not have any thoughts that they should not have at all. With trembling hearts, they took out the treasures and handed them over quickly.

"Senior, there should be rare treasures in this sealed land. Since you are interested, I will leave. I want to come to this ancient tomb land. We still have time to meet..."

After paying a precious treasure, the woman in white with long hair and hips took a deep look at Yan Lin, showing a smile on her face, and when she swayed, the platform under her slowly flew up and went straight to the sky And go.

A beacon fire seems to have ended here.

Yan Lin didn't think about killing him, and the monks who offended him had paid enough price.

"As expected of Senior Yan, in one sentence, many monks obediently offered their most precious treasures..."

Ye Fan and Xiao Yan looked at each other, each with inexplicable brilliance, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

rumbling...