Chapter 1558 – Seven-Colored Figure!

Qing Shui’s body violently trembled, the thorn in his chest, under Wang Lin’s tug, was directly pulled out from the flesh by several inches, a suction force came out from within his wound, firmly locking that thorn, making Wang Lin feel it clearly when he pulled it.

Even more so, at the moment he tugged on this thorn, a strange aura was transmitted from within that sharp thorn directly into Wang Lin’s body within his heart, and in this instant, Wang Lin’s heartbeat skyrocketed, and that thumping, thumping sound, which seemed to be beating on drums, was transmitted crazily within Wang Lin’s body.

Thump, thump, thump, the sound of that heartbeat increased faster and faster, and in just a moment, it was almost connected and turned into a sharp pain that drilled into Wang Lin’s body.

“This first thorn is sealing his heart!” At this very moment, a ghostly voice suddenly sounded from behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin’s body lurched, he hadn’t noticed anything before, and now when he suddenly heard this voice, the pupils of his eyes shrunk and he slowly turned his head to look behind him.

The mountain peak where Qing Shui was located was floating in midair, separated from that seven-colored index finger, and as his soul was freed from within the Xuanwu, that seven-colored index finger slowly dissipated within this seven-colored realm.

But in Wang Lin looked back at the moment, the dissipation of the seven-colored index finger, but once again appeared, only on the seven-colored awn is not thick, hidden, under Wang Lin’s gaze, the seven-colored index finger seems to collapse like, became a point of seven-colored crystal light, did not spread, but re-cohesion, turned into a blurred seven-colored figure.

Although this figure is vague, but its gaze is clear, looking at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent, the Ancient God star point in his brow rotated rapidly, and the Ancient Demon star within his right eye, similarly rotated, his left hand pinched, and his right hand loosened the sharp spikes, vaguely having a seal within it.

“Don’t be nervous, you can continue to save him, I won’t stop you ……” the blurry seven colored figure, spoke quietly.

Wang Lin didn’t half relax, the gaze of this seven-colored figure made him instantly recognize that it was the seven-colored person that he had seen earlier within the blood mist image!

Wang Lin knew a lot about seven colors, he had seven colored statues, had seen seven colored daoists refining dao spirits, and even within the Graveyard of the Ancients, he had seen the same seven colored daoist within that illusory territory.

Right now looking at this seven-colored blurred figure in front of him, he couldn’t be sure if the other party was the one that made his scalp numb, but the breath that was vaguely coming out from the other party’s body was calm without any half fluctuations.

“Dao Ancient Inheritance …… Immortal Race Indestructible Body …… Five Dao Origin …… You have a lot of hidden secrets on you, indeed.” That seven-colored blurred figure, his voice was still ghostly, seemingly coming from nothingness.

“Who exactly is Your Excellency.” Wang Lin’s mind shook, but his complexion didn’t change half a bit, if the other party was really the person he analyzed, then he wasn’t surprised that he could discover his secrets.

“These hidden secrets on your body, if you were someone else, any one of them could be called a great creation …… However, for me, it’s useless for the time being ……” The seven-colored blurry figure shook his head and Lifting his right hand toward the clear water, he looked at Wang Lin and said quietly, “You continue, this is a chance I give you, if you can save him, then take him away, if you can’t save him, then leave this place …… This is your only chance.”

Wang Lin was silent as his right hand let go of the seal and did not turn around but grabbed the sharp thorn in Qing Shui’s chest, and in the moment he grabbed it, the breath that had rushed into his heart before, once again enveloped him.

Under the diffusion of this breath, Wang Lin’s heart ached violently, but he endured it, grasping the sharp thorn with a death grip and slowly pulling it outwards.

The more he pulled it out, the more Wang Lin’s heart stung, as if there was a hand grasping the Lord’s heart and wanting to crush it Fortunately, his flesh was an Ancient God’s body, with an amazing recovery power, and at this moment, as that stinging pain hit, he was also healing rapidly.

“The body of the Dao Ancient Inheritance, it is indeed good …… Back then, Ye Maximo spilled three thousand blood to retain the seed of inheritance, and it wasn’t wasted in vain ……” The seven-colored blurring figure looked at Wang Lin and slowly opened his mouth.

In that moment when the heart pain in the body reached the extreme, Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with golden light, and his right hand violently flung outward fiercely, immediately pulling out that first thorn from Qing Shui’s chest completely! Qing Shui gritted his teeth, his body trembled continuously, but he didn’t make half a sound, except that his face, which was covered by his messy hair, was already bulging with veins, and his complexion twisted in pain.

Fresh blood filled Qing Shui’s chest, just about to erupt, Wang Lin’s left hand pinched his knuckles at an extremely fast speed and directly pointed at his wound, the seal flashed, and the blood slowly disappeared.

Wang Lin was silent, the repulsive force in his body was roaring and rotating at the moment, the intersection of immortal force and dao ancient force caused a constant sound to come out of his body, under this repulsive force, those sharp thorns outside of Wang Lin’s body collapsed one by one.

The only ones that stayed deep in the flesh were as if they had grown inside, dead rooted.

In the moment when the Petrified Xuanwu’s back shattered and 100,000 sharp thorns penetrated, Wang Lin cast a light and shadow shield and cast the Ancient God’s blessing, which was hidden in the sky of sharp thorns, so outsiders couldn’t see it.

But even so, it still couldn’t completely block the impact of the thorns, it could only be slightly delayed.

Standing there slightly panting, Wang Lin’s heart tingling slowly dissipated, he looked at that seven-colored blurred figure, threw the sharp thorns in his hands, pressed the second sharp thorns on top of Qing Shui’s throat, and gripped it fiercely.

“This second thorn, the seal is his tendon!”

Wang Lin’s eyes flickered slightly and unnoticeably, and he said in a deep voice: “Dao Gu Ye Maximum 3,000 blood, I don’t know what Your Excellency means by this!”

The seven-colored figure seemed to laugh and shook his head and spoke, “If you can pull off the three thorns, I can tell you a secret about Dao Gu ……”

Wang Lin couldn’t figure out the mind of this seven-colored blurred person, the other party tried every possible way to pay attention to Qing Shui from the time he was born and was still a mortal, changed Qing Shui’s life, let him always be in the middle of the grief and anger and despair, and then finally set up such a formation here, for the sake of that killing origin.

But now, with the appearance of the other side with that array of words, and that seemingly unconcerned look, but let Wang Lin on his previous guess, questioned.

This seven-colored person’s divine sense of not caring, in Wang Lin’s opinion, is not faking, but really, not caring ……

“What the hell is he for ……” Wang Lin silence grabbed the second thorn in the throat of Qing Shui, outwardly pulled hard, this tug, Wang Lin body all the tendons, all were taut, as if the body was unlimitedly stretched, this pain, when he previously opened the bow tried, and at this moment, despite the severe pain, he was able to endure it.

With a fierce tug, with a bang, that second thorn, was pulled out by him!

Qing Shui gritted his teeth in death and let out a muffled grunt, his entire body was filled with sweat as he endured the indescribable pain.

Wang Lin’s face was pale and his right hand pressed on the third sharp thorn on Qing Shui’s left arm.

“This third thorn, as well as the fourth thorn on his right arm, seals his divine sense!” The seven-colored person said slowly, his voice unhurried.

Wang Lin let out a low roar, after holding that third thorn with his right hand, he violently yanked it outward, and during this yank, his divine sense was immediately bombarded by a strong force coming out of that third thorn, and in his feelings, it was as if his divine sense was spreading out, and he was being heavily injured.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, Wang Lin looked grim and pulled out the third thorn, at the same time he did not have any pause, grabbed the fourth thorn of Qing Shui’s right arm, and once again yanked it outward fiercely.

Under this yank, Wang Lin’s heavily damaged divine sense was once again fiercely impacted by that strong force, a roar echoed within his mind and soul, his body trembled and once again spewed out blood, the repulsive force within his body swirled, causing his body to constantly tremble.

Qing Shui’s arms hung down, he raised his head violently and looked at Wang Lin, his gaze seemed to not see the seven-colored person, only Wang Lin. That gaze had sadness, relief, and excitement.

Wang Lin wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly at Qing Shui, but soon, he looked puzzled, and within Qing Shui’s pupils, everything around Wang Lin was reflected, but in it, Wang Lin only saw his own figure, without the seven colors.

“He can’t see me …… here, only you can see. You are a very interesting spirit cultivator, such as that small cultivator who believed in the battle source that surprised me back then, both are an anomaly here …… If I wasn’t very sure that you don’t have a relationship with me, otherwise, I really wouldn’t have bothered to believe that the work of creation is so wonderful.” That seven-colored figure seemed to sigh.

“He said that I have no relationship with him …… What is the meaning of this statement …… Believe in the war source? Could it be that what this person is talking about is the dead Battle Air Lie or …… Battle Old Ghost!” Wang Lin couldn’t see through this seven-colored figure, his eyes flickered, and he slowly spoke, “Three thousand blood of Dao Gu, I don’t know what it means!”

The seven-colored person smiled, glanced at Wang Lin, and with a hint of reminiscence, spoke softly.

“Here in the earliest days there was no ancient country’s cultivation, much less Dao Gu Ye lonesome …… But he still came, before its death, waved away three thousand of its clan blood, of which one thousand became ancient gods, one thousand became ancient devils, and one thousand became ancient demons. With the passage of time, these three thousand blood or fusion, or diluted.

This, is the origin of your three races of the Ancients being here.”

Wang Lin’s mind shook, he wouldn’t believe all of the other party’s words, but these words were extremely similar to what the remnant soul of the ancient demon within that war drum had said when he had asked for help in the land of demon spirits!

That ancient demon Bello had said, ancient for the first generation of the reverse cultivation, the battle of the heavenly way and died, its death after the ancient race split, slowly there will be ancient gods, ancient demons, ancient demons!

Ancient of the three races, is the second generation of reverse cultivation!

This statement, with what this seven-colored person said at the moment, even though it was not the same, if the two were combined, there would be a clear truth!

“Dao Ancient Ye Meng was lured by that Immortal Sovereign or this seven-colored person in front of me, and that great battle was the Ancient Battle of the Heavenly Dao that Ancient Demon Belo spoke of! Those three thousand blood, eventually turned into the ancient three races, which has more fusion blood, is the king’s race! It’s just that, is this statement true or not!” Wang Lin took a deep breath.