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Chapter 244 Artistic Conception (First update delivered!)

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    Wang Lin hesitated for a moment, looked at the old man, and said, "Senior, are we going to go there like this?"

    The old man turned his right hand, and immediately had two straw hats in his hand, threw one to Wang Lin, and said: "On the top of the belt, unless the cultivation level is two levels higher than yours, you can't see the appearance. This is what I have learned for many years."  Inventory, you have to return it to me when you use it up!¡±

    Wang Lin took the straw hat, glanced at it with his consciousness, and was immediately shocked. This straw hat seemed ordinary, but in fact it had something else. With a glance at it, he found that it contained countless formations. These formations  The level of sophistication was something he had never seen before, and it was no worse than those ancient prohibitions.

    This is only the formation at the edge. As for the center position, Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness cannot peek into it in a short time. He made up his mind with a thought. He will not return this straw hat without saying anything. What a big deal.  Just make more wood carvings.

    Seeing the old man put on the straw hat, his whole body was suddenly illuminated by a golden light. Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness swept away and he immediately felt a stinging pain. The golden light was like sharp thorns, making it difficult for his spiritual consciousness to penetrate.

    Wang Lin took a deep breath, and his desire to make this straw hat his own became even more serious. Without saying a word, he put the straw hat on his head.

    The old man glanced at Wang Lin, then held a rather strange seal in his right hand, pointed it lightly at the void in the distance, and suddenly, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the void. As soon as this shadow appeared  , the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth poured in crazily in a violent and raging state.

    Almost in the blink of an eye, the shadow quickly solidified, forming a golden-armored giant holding a big sword. This giant had a ferocious face, like an evil god, exuding a violent aura, glaring with fierce eyes, and his gaze fell on the old man's fingers.  point position.

    ¡°Smash gold for me!¡± the old man shouted proudly.

    The golden-armored giant swung the big sword in his hand without saying a word, and suddenly a dazzling golden light, like the sun setting on the ground, flashed across the void. Suddenly, a fierce flashing water wave pattern appeared in the distant void. Soon,  The lines grew larger and larger, and finally with a bang, they turned into huge fragments and scattered in all directions.

    Immediately afterwards, the golden-armored giant snorted and slowly disappeared.

    The old man immediately muttered something dissatisfied. Wang Lin vaguely heard that the old man seemed to be scolding the golden-armored giant for being lazy

    At the moment of dispersion, a light spiritual energy suddenly spread out from the void and impacted in a ring around it. This force was full of destructive power. Wang Lin's expression changed.  Just as he was about to dodge, the old man waved his right hand, and a light curtain suddenly appeared in front of Wang Lin, blocking the ripple impact.

    Looking at the old man, he stood face to face where the circular ripples spread, looking quite enjoying himself.

    As the circular ripples spread out, the void suddenly changed, and only buildings and pavilions were seen, floating above the white clouds like a fairyland, with colorful rays of light emitting from those pavilions.

    This scene was several times more grand than what Wang Lin saw in Chu State, especially because these attics were so wide that one could hardly see the edges at a glance. At the same time, angry shouts came from these attics,  Immediately afterwards, more than dozens of powerful auras rushed out immediately.

    Wang Lin swept his consciousness and found that among these auras, there were more than thirty monks in the Nascent Soul stage, and the remaining five were all in the God Transformation stage!

    He took a deep breath. The fourth-level cultivation country is indeed worthy of its status as a fourth-level one. It is just a sect, no matter the size or the strength of its sect, it is far from being comparable to the third-level cultivation country. It is not even an exaggeration to say that  , only one sect from a fourth-level cultivation country is needed to sweep any third-level cultivation country.

    After these monks rushed out, they immediately surrounded the old man and Wang Lin in a fan shape. Each of them had a gloomy look on his face, showing evil intentions, and almost all of them dispersed their consciousness and swept towards the two of them.

    In just an instant, most of these people had a look of shock on their faces.

    Wang Lin could clearly feel that at the moment when the spiritual consciousness of these people swept over, a large amount of golden light suddenly flashed out from the straw hat. As soon as those spiritual consciousness touched the golden light, it melted quickly like white snow meeting a raging flame.

    As for the old man, he made a seal with one hand. Suddenly, the straw hat on his head emitted golden light and turned into the shadow of a golden-winged roc. With a wave of its wings, all the consciousness surrounding him suddenly appeared.  All were swept away with a bang.

    Immediately, some monks groaned a few times, swayed, and their expressions became quite ugly.

    At this time, among these monks, a middle-aged scribe wearing a dark blue robe flew out. This man's face was always pale and bloodless, and his eyes did not seem to have any sparkle, but he was somewhat similar to Wang Lin.??, all in black and white, revealing bursts of extraordinary colors.

    After he walked out, he clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "You two broke my Baiyun Sect's formation for no reason. If you don't explain the matter today, then you can stay!"

    The old man snorted, waved his right hand, and actually transformed into a bamboo chair. He placed it in mid-air, leaned on it, pointed at Wang Lin, and said: "I don't care, I'm just a thug, he asked me to come."  Yes, you go find him."

    There was a trace of undetectable fear in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, but the person who was fearful was not Wang Lin, but the old man.

    At this time, when he heard what the old man said, he immediately turned his eyes to Wang Lin and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, have I, the Baiyun Sect, ever offended you?"

    Wang Lin was silent for a while, and without saying anything, he patted the storage bag, and an ordinary flying sword flew out from it. He shook slightly, and his spiritual consciousness was suddenly imprinted on it. In a burst of crackling sounds, the flying sword flew out.  It immediately melted into liquid and condensed together to form a silver ball the size of a fist.

    "It's been a long time since we've seen so many cultivators from the Baiyun Sect. I'm going to challenge you today. If I'm rude, please forgive me!" As he said that, he suddenly moved his right hand, pinching the magic formula and a little silver ball.

    The silver ball flew away instantly, making bursts of sound as if it could cut through the void.

    The middle-aged scribe had always been cautious in his eyes, but after seeing the silver ball, he was suddenly startled and sneered: "You don't know what you can do!" As he said, he did not take out the magic weapon, but just a little away from his right hand, a purple aura suddenly appeared,  Suddenly it sped out from his fingers.

    As soon as this spiritual energy appeared, it immediately turned into a purple dragon and roared towards the silver ball. The silver ball suddenly paused. Wang Lin changed the techniques in his hands and shouted softly: "Change!"

    Suddenly, the silver ball began to squirm strangely, forming a turtle-like creature. This creature was exactly the beast that Wang Lin killed in the Sea of ??Demonic Cultivation, Bell and Drum!

    As soon as the Bell and Drum Beast transformed into a silver ball took shape, it immediately seemed to be alive. It exposed its deep sharp teeth, opened its mouth and let out a silent roar. Suddenly, ripples of air came out from its mouth, and the purple dragon  entangled together.

    The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, waved his right hand in front of him, picked up the magic formula, and shouted: "Point!"

    Suddenly, the purple dragon split into two, quickly passed by the bell and drum beast, and roared towards Wang Lin. Wang Lin frowned and was about to retreat. At this moment, the old man's voice came to his ears:

    "What are you hiding from? Don't move. Feel the mood of the monk who transformed into a god!"

    Wang Lin hesitated for a moment and slapped his right hand on the storage bag. If there was any danger, he would immediately take out the forbidden flag. In fact, the reason why he did not use some of his common magic weapons in this competition was because he was worried about being recognized in the future.  identity.

    Hearing the old man's words at this time, Wang Lin took a deep breath, and the scenes of getting to know the old man flashed through his mind like lightning. Finally, he gritted his teeth and remained motionless. It took him a while, but then he saw two purple dragons, suddenly galloping.  Come.

    There was a hint of admiration in the old man's eyes. Although there was no clue about Wang Lin's struggle just now, based on the old man's experience, how could he not see it? He glanced sideways at the two purple dragons, raised his right hand,  With a gentle squeeze, one of them suddenly crushed like a bubble.

    The middle-aged scribe's complexion immediately changed, and the look of fear in his eyes became even stronger.

    At this time, the remaining purple dragon rushed towards Wang Lin with roars and waves of air. Wang Lin's body immediately trembled. He felt a huge impact force suddenly rushing into his body, but  The impact seemed quite ferocious, but in fact it fell into his body like a breeze, without any aggression or causing him any discomfort.

    However, in this breeze, there is a trace of undetectable emotion. This feeling is infinitely amplified in almost the blink of an eye, spreading to Wang Lin's entire body, even to the Nascent Soul.

    Wang Lin immediately knew that this feeling of despair was exactly the artistic conception contained in the middle-aged scribe's magic power. This artistic conception seemed to be the power of heaven, making it impossible for Wang Lin to resist.

    At this time, if he took out the forbidden flag, he might not feel so deeply under the protection of the ancient restrictions. After all, when he fought with the monks of the Transformation God in the past, the forbidden flag was a must-have item.

    But at this moment, in order to realize this artistic conception, he did not use any magic weapon. In this way, it can be said that he was defenseless and nakedly felt the artistic conception in the attack of the monk.

    The old man's eyes brightened, and he grabbed it with his right hand. Suddenly, a trace of purple energy floated out from Wang Lin Tianling, forming a purple ball, which floated into the old man's hand. Wang Lin took a deep breath and recovered.

    He closed his eyes. At the moment just now, he had a complete understanding of the other person's artistic conception. This kind of opportunity is really something that can only be met but cannot be sought. It is extremely precious.

    The old man squeezed the purple ball with his big hand, and the purple ball immediately dissipated. The middle-aged scribe looked quite ugly, stared at the old man, and said: "Senior, I am here to allow your disciple to break through the Nascent Soul, reach the state of God, and understand the artistic conception."

    The old man chuckled, casually pointed his right hand at the scribe beside him, and said, "Come out, it's your turn."

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    The old man squeezed the purple ball with his big hand, and the purple ball immediately dissipated. The middle-aged scribe looked quite ugly, stared at the old man, and said: "Senior, I am here to allow your disciple to break through the Nascent Soul, reach the state of God, and understand the artistic conception."

    The old man chuckled, casually pointed his right hand at the scribe beside him, and said, "Come out, it's your turn."

    ??¡ª¡ªThe first update has been delivered, less than ten votes away from fifth place!  (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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