Starting off with Old Deng about to die? Have you really become the Dao Ancestor?!

But then he dismissed the idea.

Because he knew that the ancestor had fallen and would never appear in front of him again.

"You are seriously injured, but you still dare to stay here. You are really as big as the ocean." A calm but majestic voice came from behind Wu Tian.

The power coming from his palm forced Wu Tian to loosen his grip on Gu Jian Si.

Gu Jiansi fell to the ground, coughing violently, and then struggled to stand up, waving his hands and saluting: "See you, Master!"

Daozu!

This thought flashed through Wu Tian's mind.

He tried to struggle, but found that the power was like an abyss, making it impossible for him to escape.

The person who came was none other than Chen Lin.

He now values ​​the value of incense more than he did in the past.

Now that the incense value can directly improve his cultivation level, he naturally has to be cautious.

After all, his life or death was at stake.

Although the aura that enhances the Kunwu Emperor Dynasty will not stop, it is not now.

He waited for Xuan Miao to release half of the spiritual energy and essence of heaven and earth, and then find an opportunity to increase his spiritual energy.

Therefore, he had to take action personally, which was why he did not come as soon as possible.

A trace of determination flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, a firmness that risked death and survived.

He knew that he was in a desperate situation with no way out.

So, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and blood gushed out, causing the essence and blood in his body to boil.

At that moment, his body was enveloped in a blood-colored light, and his power surged like a blowout.

He shook suddenly, his muscles tightened, and he broke free from Chen Lin's restraints.

The force seemed to tear his body apart, but he managed to survive with amazing willpower.

The moment he broke free, Wu Tian tried to escape in another direction, but as soon as his footsteps moved, he stopped.

Because Daozu was already like a majestic mountain, lying across his path.

"Get out of my way!" Wu Tian roared angrily. He wanted to escape from this dangerous situation, but Chen Lin's figure was like an insurmountable mountain, still firmly blocking his way.

Chen Lin looked at Wu Tian in front of him, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for hostility, he would really be reluctant to attack Wu Tian.

Wu Tian's talent is so shocking that it can eclipse all existences in the Zhongtian Domain.

Whether it is the younger generation or the older generation, there are only a few who can beat Wu Tian.

Moreover, Wu Tian also possesses the peak combat power of Zhixu Chewu. If he hadn't been seriously injured in the fierce battle with Taoist Qiankun and others, today's battle would probably require more means.

Chen Lin knew in his heart that the skills practiced by Wu Tian were also coveted by him.

Good skills and talent are the conditions for reaching the top.

When Wu Tian saw Chen Lin motionless, the despair in his heart turned into a crazy fighting spirit. He gathered all his strength and punched Chen Lin.

That punch seemed to carry the power of thunder, the wind of the fist roared, and it carried a heaven-destroying momentum, as if it was going to smash all obstacles to pieces.

The air seemed to be compressed under this punch, forming a visible wave that swept towards Chen Lin.

Chen Lin's eyes were as bright as fire, but he remained calm and unhurried in the face of Wu Tian's crazy attack.

A white sword slowly condensed in his palm. The sword light was clear and transparent, like a light blade cutting through space, and it silently slashed towards Wu Tian.

Just when the fist wind was about to touch Chen Lin, the white sword cut through the sky and collided with Wu Tian's fist power at a speed that seemed slow but was actually extremely fast.

boom!

There was a loud noise, as if the color of the world changed.

Where the fists and swords intersected, a dazzling light erupted, the energy shock wave spread, the surrounding air instantly became scorching, and the ground was shaken to the point of cracking numerous gaps.

Although Wu Tian's punch was fierce, under Chen Lin's white sword, it was like hitting an invisible high wall.

The white sword not only cut through the fist wind, but also broke through Wu Tian's defense all the way to his chest.

Wu Tian's expression suddenly changed, and he felt an unprecedented crisis, as if he was locked tightly by the god of death.

He tried to retract his fist and withdraw his offensive, but Chen Lin's white sword was like a tarsal maggot, chasing after him without giving him any chance to breathe.

At this critical moment, Wu Tian's hand suddenly glowed with light, and a simple bell appeared out of thin air, blocking him in front of him.

The big clock was engraved with ancient runes and exuded the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life. It was obviously a rare treasure.

Chen Lin's white sword struck firmly on the ancient bell. Suddenly, the bell made a deafening thud, like the sound of Sanskrit in the heaven, shaking the surrounding areas.

An invisible force erupted from the big clock, like a huge wave, sending Chen Lin flying backwards.

When Wu Tian saw this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. This bell was a rare treasure of the Canghai Holy Sect, and it was called the "Ancient Sanskrit Bell"!

However, although Chen Lin was knocked away, he was not injured.

With a flip in the air, Chen Lin stabilized his figure. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, knowing that Wu Tian's strength could no longer be underestimated.

At this time, Chen Lin formed a seal with his hands, and the stars all over his body shone, and he began to use the sword technique to kill the mysterious Holy Lord.

He waved his hands, and the power of countless stars gathered into a bright sword light. The sword light hung upside down like the Milky Way, and went straight to Wutian with the power of destroying the heaven and the earth.

He did not use the scene like before, after all, it was to make all living beings believe!

Wu Tian's face changed again. He felt that the power of Chen Lin's sword was far greater than before. He did not dare to be careless at all. He tried his best to activate the ancient bell of Sanskrit sound, trying to resist this terrifying blow.

The sword light collided with the ancient bell of Sanskrit sound again. This time, the world seemed to be shaken by this power, and the whole battlefield was shaking.

But in the end, Chen Lin's sword light was like the light of dawn, penetrating the defense of the ancient bell and hitting Wu Tian directly.

Wu Tian was finally unable to support himself under this sword. His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, without the strength to get up.

At this moment, Wu Tian's face was distorted, anger and despair intertwined, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes. He wanted to explode himself and die with Chen Lin.

However, Chen Lin's speed was far beyond his imagination. At the moment when his thought flashed, Chen Lin had appeared above his head first, holding Wu Tian's head tightly with one hand like an iron clamp.

The terrifying power poured into Wu Tian's head like a tide.

A minute later, Chen Lin's expression suddenly changed. He quickly withdrew his hand, and a backlash force made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Tian's soul, attacked by some kind of force, suddenly exploded and dissipated.

Wu Tian's body collapsed to the ground, without a trace of life.

Chen Lin gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself, "Dao Nian..."