Guide:How strong is the mysterious old man? The five god-level powerhouses were being frightened in front of him. As we all know, in the original work of Xianjin, Wang Lin met a mysterious old man when he turned into a mortal, although people look like mortals, but they can accurately say how to reach the realm of transforming gods, and they can teleport millions of miles away, all of which made Wang Lin's heart very jealous, but what happened next made him scream even more. But after the mysterious old man used his divine power to break the Baiyun Sect's talisman array, dozens of cultivators who had cultivated to an extremely powerful level immediately flew out of it, and the five people who led it were all in the god transformation stage, and the rest of them were at least in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.
The scene in front of him couldn't help but make Wang Lin stunned, and it was no exaggeration to say that as long as the power of a sect in front of him could annihilate any third-level cultivation country. At that time, those monks scattered their divine senses and swept towards the old man and the dead forest, but in the next second, a large amount of golden light suddenly flashed out of the straw hats worn by the two, dissolving the other party's divine consciousness in an instant, and then, the old man pinched out a magic trick, and the golden light suddenly turned into a golden-winged Dapeng, and with a wave of wings, those monks were shocked to the pale, like the color of earth, at this time, a middle-aged scribe walked out of it, and said in a deep voice after holding his fists with determination, the two broke my Baiyun Sect Great Array for no reason, if you don't explain the matter today, then stay it. As soon as these words came out, the mysterious old man immediately only. said to Wang Lin, I don't care, I'm just a thug, he asked me to come, you can find him.
Having said that, the middle-aged scribe still looked at the old man with a lot of fear, and after seeing that the other party still had no reaction, he turned his head to Wang Lin and said, This fellow Daoist, have I ever offended you in Baiyun Sect? Hearing this, Wang Lin replied indifferently, he had heard for a long time that there were many cultivators in the Baiyun Sect, and he was ready to challenge it today, and he still looked at Haihan where he lost. As he spoke, he pinched the trick with one hand, sacrificed a flying sword, cut through the void, and flew towards the middle-aged monk. After seeing that Wang Lin was just a primordial infant, the middle-aged monk snorted coldly, and then his right hand was a little in the air, and suddenly a purple dragon suddenly appeared, roaring and swallowing towards Wang Lin. Seeing this situation, Wang Lin, who was less than his limbs, was about to dodge, but suddenly the voice of the old man came from his ears, what are you hiding? There is no need to hide, and you can experience the artistic conception of the monk who turns into a god.
Hearing this, Wang Lin hesitated slightly, his mind was like lightning and the scene of the old man's acquaintance, and finally gritted his teeth, motionless, seeing that the attack had arrived in front of Wang Lin, the old man on the side gently pinched his right hand, Wang Lin only felt a breeze rushing into his body, although it did not bring him any discomfort, but in that breeze, there was a trace of ruthlessness, instantly permeating Wang Lin's whole body, even Yuan Ying could not avoid it, at this moment, he immediately understood in his heart that this was exactly what the middle-aged scribe meant, after a while, The mysterious old man grabbed it with his big hand, and a cloud of purple qi flew out from Wang Lin Tianling, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Seeing this, the middle-aged monk's face was quite ugly, and he listened to the old man say in a deep voice, "The seniors are here, I'm afraid that they are here to let your disciples break through the Yuan Infant and get the Transformation God and comprehend the artistic conception."
Hearing this, the old man smiled slightly, and then pointed to an old woman beside him and said, It's also out, it's your turn. However, the old woman retorted, although the senior cultivator reached the sky, how could I really paint the school that my Baiyun Sect only painted? As soon as these words came out, the old man rolled his eyes, and quite impatiently took out a black wooden sign stained with oil stains and vegetable leaves from the storage bag and threw it at the other party. Looking at the things in her hand, the old woman lost her voice and locked the spirit card. Hearing this, the middle-aged teacher Mu Ran was stunned, and immediately smiled bitterly after confirming it, and said respectfully to the old man, the seniors hold the ancestral spirit card, and the younger generations and others should follow it, but the seniors can be sure to exchange this spirit card for my Baiyun Sect Transformation God Cultivator, to help your disciple understand the artistic conception, at that time, the old man glanced at Wang Lin quite proudly, and then picked his nose and said, nonsense, hurry up, you come out.
Hearing this, the old woman nodded respectfully, stepped forward, and wrapped Wang Lin in a burst of fragrant pink aura, and his heart immediately showed a trace of laziness, as if all the determination to kill and harvest the gods became ethereal at this moment. Even the one of the world. It's all become dispensable. But at this moment, a blood ball that Wang Lin had condensed before suddenly flew out of the storage bag, and in a flash, it merged into his body, and in an instant, the violent evil qi poured down from the top of Wang Lin's head like a pot of cold water, making him immediately sober up. Seeing this, the old woman sighed lightly, and then took back the pink aura. At that time, Wang Lin took a deep breath, because if it weren't for the evil qi and blood ball just now, he would have indulged in the other party's artistic conception.
Now Wang Lin is more cautious about the incarnation modification, in addition to the original fear. Then, the old man looked at an old man in a green shirt in the distance and said, Your artistic conception is a little special, and we will leave after realizing it, and we will not disturb you anymore. However, the old man raised his head, stared and said flatly, he can't bear my artistic conception. As soon as these words came out, the old man raised his eyebrows, waved his big hand, and said arrogantly, give up, with Lao Tzu on the side, even if your Baiyun Sect's Baiyun Old Dao comes personally, Lao Tzu can carry it, hearing this, the old man Qingshan no longer said more, between his hands, a palm-sized flying sword came to Wang Lin from his eyebrows like lightning, and then a sanitizing aura came to his face.
It is also mixed with a trace of strange artistic conception, this artistic conception is very different from the previous two, as if with a trace of heavenly power, Wang Lin immediately noticed that the spiritual power in the body has a phenomenon of exhaustion, if the spiritual power is compared to the vitality of the vitality, then under the will of the other party, his vitality is rapidly flowing, this strange artistic conception will Wang Lin's complexion changed greatly, because at this time the change of the realm is still only acting on the spiritual power, if it is acting on Shouyuan, then it can definitely be called a horror against the sky. After a while, Monk Qingshan recalled the flying sword with a flat face and disappeared between his eyebrows, and then he said slowly, the old lady's artistic conception is years.
At that time, the old man couldn't help but stare at him, because he only felt that this person's intention was extraordinary, but he didn't expect that the years had passed. After taking a deep breath, the old man said with a serious expression, What a god artistic conception, if you can achieve the top in this life, then the power of this artistic conception will be against the sky, and the ancestral spirit you take it to say goodbye. After speaking, the mysterious old man came to Wang Lin's side, and then the two disappeared in an instant, and when they reappeared, they were already in a remote position in Kyoto City, and the road to transformation continued.