People in the chat group became the golden finger of the Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 53: Even ants dare to speak against the will of heaven
"die!"

Teng Yi roared and rushed towards Wang Lin.

Wang Linton felt that the spiritual energy around him was being drained away like a tide, and his own speed was greatly restricted.

He took out an ancient bronze mirror and shone it towards Teng Yi, but the mirror had no effect.

Fujiichi showed no mercy.

He punched the ancient mirror, and it cracked instantly.

"burst!"

Wang Lin had an idea and decisively made the ancient mirror explode.

The violent explosion caused Fujita to spit out a mouthful of golden blood, and he became listless.

Fujiichi tried to swallow the golden blood again.

How could Wang Lin let him succeed?
They quickly fought for it, and in the end, each of them got half.

Wang Lin was wary of Teng Yi.

While quickly analyzing in my mind...

“This Teng Yi’s attack method is surprisingly similar to that of the ancient gods’ body refining. He has no divine consciousness, nor a sea of ​​consciousness.

No wonder my ultimate spiritual sense is ineffective against him.

I guess he was practicing some extremely strange martial arts.

Could it be that the envoy from the Tower of Babel from the State of Zhao brought with him a magical power similar to the ancient gods' body-refining skills?"

While thinking, Wang Lin took out two Nascent Soul puppets obtained from the core members of the Teng family, dripped the golden blood in his hand on the puppets, and activated them.

"go with!"

Wang Lin gave an order.

The two puppets pounced towards Fujiichi like arrows.

Although Fujita was very powerful, he was unable to resist for a while. He smashed one puppet with one punch, but the other puppet continued to rush forward fearlessly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Lin muttered something and used the words of the ancient gods to display his magical powers.

The golden blood in his hand turned into ancient symbols, instantly emitting a dazzling golden light, and a huge phantom composed of spiritual power slowly emerged.

As soon as this phantom appeared!
The spiritual power of most of Zhao State's spiritual veins was like being drawn by an invisible giant hand and gathered together madly.

Although the shadow seems unreal.

But it contains the power to destroy the world.

"die!"

Wang Lin's eyes were determined. He stretched out his hand and pointed, directing the shadow to attack Teng Yi who had already escaped.

Under this powerful attack, Fujiichi's figure disappeared instantly, and the light representing him also dimmed.

Wang Lin walked forward and got another drop of golden blood.

The huge shadow and ancient symbols then gradually dissipated, but the abnormality caused by this fierce battle was instantly noticed by all the Nascent Soul cultivators of Zhao State!
"What kind of power is this? It's so terrifying!"

When Park Nam-ja sensed this powerful fluctuation, her face changed drastically and she immediately stopped sensing, her heart filled with shock!
Inside the Zhao Kingdom's Tower of Babel, a middle-aged man watched this scene, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself:
"Is this the trolls' ultimate magic?!"

"Why are you here?"

Wang Lin put away the golden blood, sat down cross-legged, took several bottles of pills in one breath, and practiced the ancient god technique to recover with all his strength.

A day later, it was finally restored to its original state. Wang Lin put the damaged puppet into the storage bag and sighed in his heart:
“This Fuji is really powerful.

Fortunately, the ancient god's magical powers worked.

Otherwise, I will have no choice but to use the trump card reserved for fighting against the higher-level messengers of the Tower of Babel - the Heavenly Tribulation Thread.

It’s just a thin thread of heavenly tribulation.

I really don't want to use it lightly. Once I use it, my revenge plan will be terminated."

"Fortunately, thanks to Chen's presence, I have prepared other trump cards to ensure that the plan to destroy the vines will be foolproof!"

After the fierce battle with Teng Yi, Wang Lin was still frightened but secretly felt lucky, "Fortunately, I didn't use the Heavenly Tribulation Thread.

With this drop of ancient god blood, you can unleash the ancient god's magical power to save your life at a critical moment."

Wang Lin reviewed the battle.

We are fully aware that the lack of magic weapons is a major shortcoming.

"After destroying the Teng family, I must find a secret place and seal the final prohibition of the forbidden banner to make it reach the state of minor success."

At this moment, Wang Lin counted his own magic weapons, including the forbidden banner that had been used, the mysterious scabbard and the flying sword that had not been fully refined.

In addition, animal-chasing circles and mysterious scrolls are either suitable for specific occasions or lack power.

To strengthen his strength, Wang Lin cast his gaze upon the three storage bags. He first opened the Ancient Emperor's. As soon as he touched it, he could sense the Ancient Emperor's aura still lingering. "Hmph, even if you have a remnant soul left!"

"You have to let me open it today."

Wang Lin used his spiritual power, supplemented by his ultimate spiritual awareness, to continuously attack the restrictions of the storage bag.

Every impact caused a strong backlash.

Wang Lin's expression changed slightly, but he did not flinch. While enduring the pain of the recoil, he swallowed pills to recover.

at last.

With continued efforts, the storage bag slowly opened.

However, in addition to two top-grade spirit stones, there was only an ancient scabbard, similar to the scabbard he already had.

It’s just that the symbols on them are different.

When the two scabbards were placed together, the symbol suddenly flashed, and Wang Lin's mind moved:
"There must be a secret hidden in this scabbard."

He sheathed his sword and destroyed the storage bag.

Then, Wang Lin looked at the storage bag containing the magical tools of the ancient cultivators from the land of the ancient gods.

Outside the storage bag, the defensive halo of the magic weapon was still shining, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through.

We can only give up temporarily.

Finally, Wang Lin took action on the storage bag obtained from the mysterious corpse in the Huofen Kingdom’s War Temple.

As soon as the spiritual sense touched it, Wang Lin's consciousness instantly traveled through time and he saw an evil young man.

The young man exuded the aura of the Demon Cultivation Sea. "This person must be the dried corpse from that year."

"And he is filled with murderous intent."

Wang Lin judged.

He increased his spiritual awareness and power output, trying to remove the spiritual imprint on the storage bag, but time was running out, so he could only put it away for the time being, planning to find a way to crack it later.

···········
Recently.

Fujiya Castle is extremely bustling with people from the clan gathered here, all feeling that this place can give them a sense of security.

Teng Huayuan knew that Wang Lin would definitely come, so Tengjia City was shrouded in a layer of restrictions, allowing only entry but not exit.

Rumors about the killer were rampant.

The tribesmen fell into panic. Teng Huayuan tried to stop them many times, but to no avail. The atmosphere of panic became more and more intense.

On the morning of the ninth day, all those with Fuji family blood, except those who had died, gathered in Fuji family castle.

This day was destined to be the day when the Fuji family would be exterminated.

On this day, the situation of Zhao State will also change.

Wang Lin stepped on the mosquito beast and flew slowly over, carrying the corpse of the Teng family member, whose head was still well preserved although it was a little rotten.

He once promised to build a tower of Fuji family heads, and today is the day to fulfill his promise!

The sky above Fujiya Castle is shrouded in dark fog, and a bloody storm is about to begin!

Wang Lin would never forget four hundred years ago...

He was plotted against by Teng Huayuan and was forced into a desperate situation. He had no choice but to self-destruct his body. He was in danger and almost lost his life.

Teng Huayuan's sinister face is still vivid in my mind:

"Wang Lin, you little ant, how dare you speak so brazenly against the will of Heaven?"

After saying this, he waved his hand and the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, forcing Wang Lin into a desperate situation.

Wang Lin roared unwillingly:
"Teng Huayuan, even if I, Wang Lin, turn into a fierce ghost, I will make your Teng family bleed like a river!"

Before he could finish his words, his body exploded.

Time passed slowly, and four hundred years passed in a flash. Wang Lin returned to his homeland with overwhelming hatred and deep blood feud.

During the flight, he saw Fujiya Castle from afar, and all the painful memories of the past flooded into his heart like a tide.

"Teng Huayuan, today is the day you die!"

A cold light streaked across the sky. Wang Lin stood on the mosquito beast with his hands behind his back, gazing at Tengjia City in the distance.

He slowly raised his hand, stroked the Tianni Pearl between his eyebrows, and murmured to himself: "Father and Mother, the child is back."

The pain of the past surged into his heart like a tide, and the flame of revenge burned in Wang Lin's eyes.

"Fujikamoto!"

Wang Lin roared, his voice shaking the whole area!

(End of this chapter)