Chapter 1629: Ancient Mystery – Ye Mo Has No Son!

Boom!

Wang Lin's body shuddered, and the blood and Qi within him churned. A mouthful of blood surged from within, spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his body was forced back several steps by the vibration.

Each retreating step landed with a boom, as if stepping on the pulse of the starry sky, causing the starry sky to tremble.

A series of loud bangs erupted from the middle-aged man's right arm, and invisible ripples radiated from his arm. Blood also spilled from the corner of his mouth as he stumbled back several steps.

To be able to injure Wang Lin so directly with a single strike, among Cultivators, one would have to have cultivation significantly higher than Wang Lin's and use Divine Ability to clash and create such vibrations to achieve this.

But among the Ancient Races, the terrifying power of the Physical Body could achieve this through mutual bombardment with similar levels of power!

This is the difference between the Ancient and the Immortal!

While retreating, Wang Lin slammed his right foot down, stopping his momentum, and stepped forward. His eyes burned with even stronger Battle Intent, and he charged out again with a low roar.

The middle-aged man also stopped his retreat. The moment Wang Lin charged over, he roared and rose up.

The booming sounds echoed through the starry sky again. In that instant, the two slammed their fists into each other nine times! Each time their fists collided, it transformed into massive ripples that swept across the surroundings.

After nine punches, the spreading ripples, like surging waves, swept across the starry sky, forcing the tens of thousands of Outer Realm Cultivators to retreat together. They only stopped after retreating a hundred thousand zhang, and they watched the two giants fighting crazily in the distance with horrified Divine Sense.

The Revolving Formation also appeared heavily distorted as the ripples swept by, bearing the residual force of the impacts being transmitted wave after wave.

After the nine punches, Wang Lin spat out a mouthful of blood. His body, as if struck by nine Cultivation Planets aligned in a straight line, retreated suddenly. Just as he was about to crash into the Revolving Formation, his body suddenly paused. He looked up with a ferocious expression, his eyes filled with Battle Intent that hadn't dissipated in the slightest, but instead burned even brighter!

The middle-aged man also spat out blood, his body retreating a great distance. He stopped several tens of thousands of zhang away, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and roared as he took large strides to charge again.

In the starry sky between the two, it was now filled with the blood they had sprayed. One drop, under the impact, curled back and landed on Wang Lin's face.

That blood was not his, but belonged to the opponent.

Wiping the opponent's drop of blood from his face, Wang Lin licked it from the corner of his mouth. With his eyes burning with Battle Intent and revealing a strange glint, he took a step forward. This time, he swung both hands out simultaneously, clasping his palms together, merging his fists into one. As he charged out, he let out a low roar, his body slamming down hard against the starry sky, and amidst the trembling of the starry sky, his body leapt up ten thousand zhang.

In this way, Wang Lin and the middle-aged man were positioned one above and one below!

Above him, Wang Lin clasped his fists together and swung them down hard at the middle-aged man below!

The middle-aged man's body paused, and he looked up suddenly. At the instant Wang Lin struck down, he performed Hand Seals with his right hand and pointed upwards. Behind him, a huge Ancient God Phantom suddenly appeared.

This Ancient God Phantom was incomparably huge, wearing a complete set of Armor. Between its eyebrows, eight star points were flashing. As the middle-aged man pointed his right hand, the Ancient God Phantom also raised its right hand and pressed a finger towards Wang Lin with a boom!

Ancient God Finger!

That huge illusory finger instantly collided with Wang Lin's swung fists. Looking from afar, this scene was like a painting; if it could be preserved on a scroll, it would be enough to shake the mind of anyone who saw it.

The starry sky was the background of this scene. Wang Lin was above, his thousand-zhang body carrying a ground-shattering impact, infused into his clasped fists, smashing downwards with a boom.

Below, the middle-aged man's black hair fluttered. As he looked up, his eyes flashed with sharp light. With one finger pointed out, the huge Ancient God Phantom behind him, which looked like it was drawn with just a few strokes, moved its finger accordingly. Because its body was too large, just that one finger was a hundred zhang in size, and as it pointed out, it headed straight for Wang Lin.

With a boom, Wang Lin's fists collided with the illusory Ancient God's finger. The booming sound seemed to want to shatter the starry sky, echoing rumblingly in all directions.

Wang Lin spat out blood, his white hair swirling rapidly, but his body did not retreat. Instead, with a heaven-shaking roar, his fists followed his body as he smashed downwards.

That illusory Ancient God finger collapsed directly! It was pierced through by Wang Lin's fists, as if it had been forcefully split open, divided in two from the middle, and disintegrated with a bang.

As it disintegrated, Wang Lin's body passed through, collapsing the illusory Ancient God finger, shattering the Ancient God's right arm, and even smashing directly down from the body of the huge Ancient God Phantom, splitting its body apart completely.

The instant the Ancient God Phantom's entire body collapsed and dissipated, Wang Lin, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun and a fierce, malevolent intent, charged straight at the middle-aged man. All of this happened in an instant; almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Lin was less than a few dozen zhang away from the middle-aged man!

For a Cultivator of the Ancient Races, a distance of a few dozen zhang was like less than seven feet for a Mortal!

In an instant, Wang Lin's fists collided suddenly with the middle-aged man's fingers.

The cracking sounds were hard to cover up even amidst the deafening roar. The middle-aged man's fingers exploded directly, flesh and bone blurred, blood flying everywhere, and his body spat out blood as he retreated rapidly.

How could his single finger compare to Wang Lin's fists? As it collapsed, Wang Lin's fists landed directly on the chest of the retreating middle-aged man.

With a fierce smash, the middle-aged man's body shook violently. With a boom, his chest caved in directly, but after all, he was evenly matched with Wang Lin. Although he was injured, while spitting out blood, he raised his right foot and swept it towards Wang Lin.

It slammed into Wang Lin's fists.

A great power was transmitted from his right foot, landing on Wang Lin's fists at the critical moment when the full power of Wang Lin's fists had erupted and was faintly venting out.

Wang Lin's body shuddered, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body was thrown back several thousand zhang. His arms trembled faintly. Although he had not used his Ancient God Divine Ability in that previous strike, it was the strongest Physical Body power he could unleash after inheriting the Ancient God and dao ancient legacies!

This strike would cause even a void nirvana Cultivator to collapse directly, and even a Void Spirit Cultivator would be unable to resist it. Even a Middle Stage empty profound Cultivator would have to use a great Divine Ability to block it.

Ancient Race Battle Mark, Life and Death Duel!

But in any life-and-death kill, the brave shall win! Wang Lin did not lack bravery. At this moment, with red eyes and a ferocious expression, he disregarded his injuries. While retreating, he shook his body, charged out again, and headed straight for the middle-aged man.

"Kill!!" With a great roar, Wang Lin shouted the first sentence and the first word of this battle!

As his voice roared, he was like a fierce god or evil spirit at this moment, causing the retreating middle-aged man's expression to change for the first time.

"Ancient Demon Devours the Sky!" The middle-aged man's left eye flashed, and the three Demonic Stars within it transformed into three drops of blood, flying directly out from his left eye. In front of him, they suddenly transformed into a huge Ancient Demon Phantom.

In the left eye of this Ancient Demon Phantom, there were actually nine Demonic Stars!

Once this demon appeared, it immediately let out a sharp hiss, and its body expanded rapidly, opening its mouth wide towards Wang Lin to devour him.

"Ancient Demon Devours the Earth!" The three Devilish Stars in the middle-aged man's right eye flew out. The three Devilish Stars were three drops of blood, from which a burst of pure Devilish Qi erupted, transforming into a huge Ancient Demon Phantom.

Once this Ancient Demon appeared, the world changed color, and the starry sky trembled.

"Ancient God's Rage!" The two Ancient God Star Points between the middle-aged man's eyebrows suddenly flashed and appeared like two drops of blood, emitting a heaven-shaking Ancient God aura. Under the Fusion of this aura, the Ancient God Phantom appeared again.

The Ancient God Phantom that appeared this time carried boundless rage, roaring lowly at Wang Lin.

"Father Ancestor dao ancient, condense the Ancient Shadow!" The middle-aged man shouted, and behind him, behind the phantoms of the Ancient Three Races, an even larger figure suddenly appeared!

This figure was familiar to Wang Lin; he was precisely the dao ancient Ye Mo!

Compared to him, the figures of the Ancient Three Races were simply insignificant, like children!

With the appearance of the Ye Mo phantom, the middle-aged man performed Hand Seals and pointed fiercely at Wang Lin.

"I am the son of dao ancient. You obtained my father's Legacy, and today I shall take back your Legacy!" Under his pointing, the Ancient Three Races phantoms boomed out, and the phantom of Ye Mo also stepped forward, heading straight for Wang Lin.

"Ye Mo has no son! Before he died, he scattered three thousand drops of blood, transforming them into the Ancient Three Races. Among these three thousand drops of blood, perhaps nine drops were his heart blood, containing an extremely dense Ancient Race aura. You are likely formed from those nine drops of heart blood, condensed and extracted by that Outer Realm Venerable Master and others after they slaughtered countless Ancient Three Races over these endless years!"

"Even so, you have only condensed eight drops now!" Wang Lin's eyes revealed a sharp light. He had analyzed all of this in his mind just after licking that drop of the opponent's blood. Fighting until now, he had already become certain.

The moment the phantoms of the Ancient Three Races and the figure of the dao ancient Ye Mo approached Wang Lin, the seven star points between Wang Lin's eyebrows, and all the Ancient Demon and Ancient Demon star points in his left and right eyes, spun rapidly.

As they spun, under the constant Fusion within his body, his own dao ancient aura erupted suddenly. The instant this aura spread, behind Wang Lin, the dao ancient head without a left eye, formed from the dao ancient Ye Mo Legacy he had received, appeared directly!

This was a life-and-death duel between the dao ancient Legacy and the son formed from his heart blood. If Wang Lin won, he could absorb everything of the opponent's, which were those eight drops of dao ancient essence blood!

These eight drops of essence blood were very likely to allow Wang Lin to condense an eighth Ancient God Star Point! Furthermore, it could allow his Ancient Demon and Ancient Demon star points to increase once again!

All of this would be the opportunity and fortune for his second trip to the Ancient Tomb to obtain the complete Legacy!

Finally finished writing. I'm getting older; I did some work yesterday and got up late today. Please forgive me. I am currently brewing an outburst. Asking for monthly votes; today's monthly votes are really a bit low.