Chapter 1278 One Hundred Fist

A strange red light filled Wang Lin's body. This red light came from the blood that was melted into the soul by him. Under the power of this strange blood, Wang Lin, who collapsed his body, actually condensed his body again in a moment.

Wang Lin had no time to think about this sudden scene. He clearly felt that the blood cell power that had been integrated into the soul was rapidly dissipating with the rebirth of his body.

I'm afraid that it won't take long before the blood cell's power will completely disappear.

But Wang Lin no longer cared about all this. His body was condensed again at this moment, and his crazy thoughts filled his whole body. He stared at Shui Daozi and Wang Lin rushed out.

As he rushed out, his body changed violently, but he formed hundreds of feet of ancient god's body again! The six star dots in the middle of his eyebrows rotated, and the star of the rules transformed by artistic conception turned. At first glance, it looked like a seven-star ancient god!

The crazy aura even radiated from the body of the ancient god. At this moment, Wang Lin seemed to have swallowed countless ascension fruits, and went crazy!

He cannot die, he must not die. He wants to kill everything and kill all the creatures he sees in front of him, at all costs!

roar!

Wang Lin roared like an ancient evil spirit, clenched his fist with his right hand and headed straight for Shui Daozi. The moment he punched out, a complicated word of the ancient god came from his mouth!

The ancient god clan has not many magical powers, but the power of each magical power is by no means understandable by the monks. As Wang Lin's spell echoed, the majestic vitality of the ancient god in his body suddenly burst out! All living creatures in this world can not compare with the ancient god in terms of vitality!

"Ancient magical arts, destroy life and summon spirits!"

Wang Lin roared and punched, but this punch was shocking, causing all the void ahead to collapse suddenly. Under this punch, the vitality in Wang Lin's body dissipated wildly, turning into a powerful force that shocked the world, contained in his fist, and rushed straight to Shui Daozi with a bang.

With a loud bang, the entire fifth-level star field was almost collapsed. Wang Lin's fist fell and met with Shui Daozi's right palm! With the roar, Wang Lin spitted out blood and his body was immediately thrown out, but he stopped a thousand feet away, rushing out again with madness and ferocity.

Shui Daozi's face was normal, but his right palm was a little numb. All his cultivation was against the colorful nails between his eyebrows, and he didn't have much power, but the palm just now was enough to destroy a monk who had broken Nirvana and Great Perfection.

"For vitality, this magical power is just a drinking poison to quench thirst, and it depends on how many punches you can shoot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lin had already come again. The second punch roared out. As the second punch swung, part of his life disappeared again. His hair was originally white, but at this moment it was gray, and the stars between his eyebrows were even more dull.

The second punch, roar! At the moment when he collided with Shui Daozi's palm, Wang Lin endured the injuries in his body, and showed a sarcastic smile on his face, but did not retreat, but instead frantically punched the third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch, the sixth punch... In an instant, Wang Lin punched ten punches!

These ten punches consumed too much vitality. As the punch fell, the roar was shocking, and the entire fifth-level star field collapsed!

Countless cracks formed a storm, sweeping across the fifth-level star field, Wang Lin's hair fell one by one as he waved his fist, wrinkles appeared on his body, and his whole body became old all of a sudden.

But his eyes were still flashing red, revealing a crazy fighting spirit!

The sound of thunder continued to sound, and he waved his punches and continued to fight against Shui Daozi. In the second punch, Shui Daozi's expression was still as usual, but when it came to the sixth punch, Shui Daozi's right hand retracted, took a few steps back, opened his mouth and sprayed mist forward.

Use this fog to fight against Wang Lin’s remaining punches!

"Even if you are the body of an ancient god, this kind of magical power that consumes vitality will never be able to bear it. It is ridiculous to fight me in this way!" Shui Daozi's sneered, and all the colorful lights in his eyebrows were resisted. No matter how the colorful nails rotated, they could not break through its skull. However, the heart-wrenching pain kept coming from the middle of his eyebrows.

"The colorful divine penis of this palm master is too weird. Fortunately, this guy doesn't know the specific method of using it, but you must prevent the colorful divine penis from changing at the moment!" Shui Daozi shouted softly, but all his cultivation level exploded, and he actually forced out a inch of the colorful nail between his eyebrows!

At this moment, most of the vitality in Wang Lin's body had dissipated, and he was like an old man who had reached a dead end, emitting a wave of death. The stars on his eyebrows became even dimmer, and wrinkles were everywhere on his body. It seemed that even his body was getting old infinitely.

But his eyes were even stronger. With a desolate roar, Wang Lin rushed out again, like a moth, knowing that he would die, but he would rush towards the flame. How many people knew that moths flew into the flames sometimes not to yearn for flames, but to extinguish the flames!

When he rushed out, Wang Lin clenched his fist with his right hand, but was waving it again. The thunderous sound became the ultimate sound of heaven and earth, replacing all the sounds. In Wang Lin's waving, the eleventh punch, the twelve punch, the thirteenth punch, the thirteenth punch... and the nineteenth punch, burst out suddenly.

Each punch is the peak power of Wang Lin’s cultivation at this moment, the strongest blow of the ancient god, and the transformation of his vitality!

The sound of boom was shocking, Wang Lin was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his whole body was almost on the verge of death, but his fists did not stop at all. Even Shui Daozi couldn't help but feel moved at this moment!

In this roar, all the mist sprayed out from the waterway resisted. Not only did it not dissipate, it pounced on it and was about to devour Wang Lin.

"Unfortunately, if you can maintain more than 100 punches with such a full-strength blow, you may have injured me when I fight against the Colorful Nail. However, the nineteen punches are now your limit. The vitality in your body has collapsed. You don't even need to kill you, you will die by yourself in a moment!"

Shui Daozi's cold voice came out, but Wang Lin could no longer hear it at this moment. His ears were filled with blood, and all the sounds came out, almost completely silent.

He was very tired, his whole body was filled with death. A feeling of returning to the ruins gradually came to his heart, as if he wanted to take him away from this cruel world of cultivation and all pain.

Even his eyes were red and dimmed, and they were all dull.

But just as the mist rushes, and when Wang Lin is about to swallow, Wang Lin suddenly raises his head, and his dim eyes suddenly burst out with a shiny light!

"We cultivators, why should we fight! I understand that this battle is not about fighting intention, but a determination to resist even though we know we will die!" Wang Lin took a step forward with a smirk, raised his right hand, and punched him again frantically!

Twentieth punch!

With a punch, black blood flowed from the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, but he did not stop, but laughed wildly. His laughter was earth-shaking, with a sense of pride of unyielding all living beings!

"I, Wang Lin, practice Taoism at the age of sixteen!" The 21st punch was blown out! The fog roared without stopping at all.

"Enter Hengyue... Kill Teng Li!" The 22nd punch was blown out! The moment it swallowed, the fog suddenly stopped.

"Escape from the sea of ​​demons and form a golden elixir!" The 23rd punch! The fog shook violently, and a sharp roar came from it.

"Become the Yuanying, the Manchus of the Teng Family, shake the Vermilion Bird, worship the Heavenly Fortune!" Wang Lin walked forward, laughing wildly as if he was talking to himself, but his fists were bombarded wildly, 24, 25, and 26! The fog exploded and was forced back three feet apart!

"Yin and Yang deficiency, the three realms of shattering Nirvana! A lifelong crisis, unyielding heaven and earth, killing countless people!" Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty-fist! The fog rolled back, and the sharp roar inside was even more violent, revealing a sense of fear and retreating wildly.

"So far, the number of people killed has been incredible. After two thousand years of practicing Taoism, it has reached its current level!" Thirty-one... Thirty-nine punches!

"Fighting over the sky and the earth, today we will fight against the third step of the powerful. Why not be sad if we die!" Forty, forty-one, forty-two... Fifty-third punch!

"There is only one regret that I cannot resurrect my beloved, but what's the point of dying with her!" Chapter 54, 55, 56... Chapter 64! The reversing mist collapsed and turned into nothingness and completely dissipated.

"Even if you give up your life, what's wrong!" Chapter 65, 66, 67... Chapter 75!

Wang Lin's whole body was spurted out blood, and he had become a bloody man. His body quickly shrank, and he grew old infinitely. The dead energy spread throughout his body, causing his five internal organs to decay and even more extinct!

In fact, as early as the 23rd Fist, his vitality had dissipated. The rest of the fist was all due to the power of the blood cells fused in his soul!

"Walking in the world, you should stand tall and even die in battle, what's the point!" Wang Lin's voice was hoarse, as if even the voice was filled with blood, which could shock everyone who heard it!

Seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eighth…The Eighty-fourth punch!

"The vitality is cut off, and I am about to die, but this magical fist has not ended. The light of the moon has reversed me for five thousand years and gave me five thousand years of vitality!" Wang Lin smiled to the sky and kept moving forward in his eighty-four fists, just like a war immortal who is not afraid of heaven and earth, walking out step by step with the determination to die!

Everything ahead of him, there is no one who can stop his pace!

A rare solemnity appeared in Shui Daozi's eyes. For the first time, he felt the stunningness of the person in front of him!

Even as Wang Lin finished his words, the collapsed starry sky outside his body turned into a sea. The tall stone gate above it stood up loudly, and the eternal desolation filled with it. In the reverse, it all enveloped Wang Lin!

Eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven...the hundredth punch!!

In this short period of time, Wang Lin consumed all the blood cells, consumed all the energy in his body and turned it into the flowing moon technique, reversed for five thousand years, gained enough power, and shot a hundred punches that shocked the earth and cried ghosts!!
Chapter completed!