In the next few days, almost all the disciples of the Teng Clan were killed, and only some disciples were hiding in a corner of Teng Family City.
Teng Huayuan also understands his own ending, but in order to survive, he is unwilling to give up. Even if he fights to the death, he will let Wang Lin die without a burial place!
At this time, in the sky above Teng Family City, Wang Lin with white hair and black robe came through the air, staring at Teng Family City in front of him with a cold expression, and yelled, "Teng Huayuan, get out!"
Teng Clan Teng Huayuan in the old house suddenly opened his eyes, and also noticed Wang Lin's murderous aura. He immediately appeared in mid-air and said angrily, "Wang Lin!"
Wang Lin stared at Teng Huayuan in front of him with an indifferent expression, and said with a cold expression, "Teng Huayuan, I thought you wanted to be a coward. Over the past hundreds of years, Wang has really missed you."
At this time, when Teng Huayuan felt the breath of Wang Lin, he realized that this person's cultivation level had reached Early Spirit Severing Realm, and the energy of the artistic conception was actually stronger than his Sorrowful Cry Artistic Conception.
"Wang Lin, if you dare to kill me, senior Hengyue Sect ancestor Luo Chuan will definitely not let you go."
Teng Huayuan knew that he was no match for Wang Lin in front of him, so he wanted to use Luo Chuan's reputation to threaten Wang Lin and make him leave this place.
Although Wang Lin is afraid of Luo Chuan, he has already slaughtered so many people and there is no movement from Luo Chuan, which means that senior Luo Chuan does not pay attention to the Teng Clan's disciples.
"Back then, you massacred all of my Wang Clan family. Today, Wang will make you pay back a hundredfold, so that all of your Teng Clan disciples will die without a burial place."
Wang Lin waved his sleeves and robes, and countless streaks of blood-red lightning rushed towards the Teng Clan disciples beneath him. Almost in an instant, they killed all the monks on the street.
Seeing that his tribe had been wiped out, Teng Huayuan also twitched his lips, and immediately used a magic weapon comparable to that of the Yingbian Realm, and attacked Wang Lin in front of him, just to kill Wang Lin in an instant.
Facing the Yingbian Realm magic weapon in front of him, Wang Lin snorted disdainfully and said, "The Yingbian Realm magic weapon is really good, but if you want to control a magic weapon of this level, with your Spirit Severing Realm cultivation, it is full of loopholes. It is really a waste of resources."
Wang Lin suddenly swung his right hand hard, and the consciousness in front of him directly hit Teng Huayuan's magic weapon. At the moment of contact, Teng Huayuan spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
Under the powerful shock wave, Teng Huayuan staggered back two steps with red eyes, and pointed his eyebrows with his right hand angrily.
"Sorrowful Cry Artistic Conception, open!"
"It's really ridiculous to want to use artistic conception to attack Wang."
What is life, what is death!"
Wang Lin stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, and immediately Life and Death Artistic Conception started. His artistic conception was obviously more domineering, and the energy generated made Teng Huayuan's Sorrowful Cry Artistic Conception tremble violently.
The moment Life and Death Artistic Conception was turned on, Teng Huayuan instantly felt that all five of his senses were lost, and even the space hundreds of feet around him turned into fog, and even his spiritual sense could not explore it. It was simply weird.
Teng Huayuan said in surprise, "What kind of artistic conception is this?!"
Over the years, Teng Huayuan has continued to cultivate his artistic conception, just to improve his artistic conception's strength, and to kill people unexpectedly and directly during battles.
But I didn't expect that the artistic conception of Wang Lin would be so powerful now, it's simply appalling.
Wang Lin's fingers danced rapidly, and at the same time, a huge Reincarnation Life and Death Axis suddenly appeared in mid-air behind him.
Countless undead souls broke free from the control of the axis of life and death like a tide, swarmed in, and slammed into Teng Huayuan's chest, smashing him directly to the ground of Teng Family City.
Teng Huayuan spat out a mouthful of old blood, got up with difficulty, raised his head tremblingly, stared at the white-haired young man in front of him, Wang Lin, and said coldly, "Wang Lin, why don't you just kill me here?!"
"When you killed my entire family, my heart was as sharp as a knife, so I let you experience the pain of separation and death, so that you can neither live nor die."
Teng Huayuan stood up with difficulty, spat out a mouthful of black blood again, and then said with a ferocious smile, "Wang Lin, you killed my great-great-grandson Teng Hun back then, and I will destroy your entire clan. You Wang Clan deserve to be killed!"
"Absurd!"
Wang Lin said angrily, "Grudges in the world of cultivation have never harmed mortals. Since you Teng Huayuan are so unruly, then Wang will let you see with your own eyes today that Teng Clan's hundreds of years of foundation have been uprooted by Wang!"
"First kill your heart, then kill your people, and then destroy your soul, so that the souls of your Teng Clan disciples will be scattered, and they will never be reincarnated for eternity."
Wang Lin sacrificed the soul flag and crazily harvested the Teng Clan disciples in Teng Family City. As long as Teng Clan blood flows in the body, even the infants, as long as they are related to the Teng Clan, will die!
Teng Huayuan looked at the scene of the family disciples being slaughtered, his heart was cut with a knife, and he immediately yelled, "Wang Lin, you have the guts to kill me! Come on!"
"I will kill you, but in an instant, today Wang will let you see with your own eyes how your own people died tragically here."
"Stop!" Teng Huayuan wanted to rush forward like crazy, but found that his legs had disappeared at this moment.
Teng Huayuan saw that his legs were all broken. When he realized that the situation was over, he went completely crazy and shouted towards the sky, "Luo Chuan, senior, save me, senior, save me!"
Luo Chuan in the Hengyue Sect did not make any move, but said slowly, "Teng Huayuan ah Teng Huayuan, you didn't obey my instructions hundreds of years ago, and now you have made the same mistake again, there is no point in regretting it."
"Noisy."
Wang Lin did not give Teng Huayuan a chance to beg for mercy, and continued to control Soul Banner to harvest the lives of the Teng Clan's disciples, and piled their heads together to form a pagoda of human heads, which was extremely spectacular.
Seeing that Senior Luo Chuan showed no sign of coming, Teng Huayuan cried out sadly, "Why, why! Senior Luo Chuan, I, Teng Clan, am loyal to you, why should you give up on me!"
Wang Lin said calmly, "Senior Luo Chuan has protected you Teng Clan for hundreds of years, what else do you want? When I broke through the Nascent Soul Realm stage, I came to the Zhao Kingdom and wanted to destroy you Teng Clan.
It was senior Luo Chuan who came to stop Mr. Wang from massacring you Teng Clan. Now instead of thanking senior Luo Chuan, you have spoken rudely, which is really shameless."
After learning that senior Luo Chuan had intervened to prevent Wang Lin from taking action, Teng Huayuan suddenly understood. At this moment, he finally understood why senior Luo Chuan said he would extend Teng Clan's life for a hundred years.
Teng Huayuan smiled sadly and said crazily, "That's it, that's it. It seems that I, Teng Clan, will be doomed in the end. It's sad. I didn't kill you back then, which led to a big mistake. How sad!"