Chapter 1815: Immortal Astral, tenth sun, Subduing Tribulation!

A roar filled with cruelty suddenly erupted from the mist outside Wang Lin's body. A scarlet tongue rolled out from the mist, and Yisi, having lost one arm, charged out frantically, heading straight for Liu Zhiyuan.

Everything happened as fast as lightning. For Yisi, the distance of several hundred zhang was merely an instant. Almost the moment Liu Zhiyuan turned around, Yisi was carried by the mist, arriving with a whistle.

Liu Zhiyuan's expression changed. He clearly sensed a fluctuation of the Empty Tribulation Realm Early Stage coming from the incoming black mist. His eyes revealed a look of horror. He naturally recognized this as a Puppet, so he retreated hurriedly without hesitation. With a flick of his large sleeve, seven black lotus flowers materialized before him, colliding with Yisi.

The rumbling sounds shook the heavens and earth, attracting the attention of the six people fighting several thousand zhang away. The three companions of Liu Zhiyuan changed expressions and were about to investigate, but they were blocked by the three Cultivators from Tianniu Continent. The three of them had no time to spread their Divine Sense to check, but this scene was clearly advantageous to them!

The seven black lotus flowers collapsed. Amidst Yisi's roar, its body had many wounds, but its tongue seemed to pierce through these seven collapsed black lotus flowers like a sharp sword, suddenly striking Liu Zhiyuan's chest.

Fresh blood erupted. Liu Zhiyuan felt pain in his chest and had no time to check. His internal Immortal Qi was already running low, coupled with the strange absorption of the mist, and the fact that he had just cast seven lotus flowers in his crisis, he was nearly exhausted. He stepped back rapidly, flipped his right hand, and a ghostly colored light sphere immediately appeared in his hand, right at the moment he was about to consume it.

Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand, revealing a large white banner, and suddenly rolled it forward. With this roll, sounds of crying immediately swirled around, clearly entering the mind of the injured Liu Zhiyuan. In his mind, the blurry figure of a woman in white suddenly appeared, her back turned to him, sobbing softly.

The moment this figure appeared, Liu Zhiyuan's right hand, which was holding the light sphere he intended to consume, paused.

At the same time as this pause, Wang Lin stepped forward, raised his right hand, and with five fingers formed into a palm, struck towards the sky. Amidst the rumbling, the mist in the sky rolled, and a huge palm print suddenly materialized above Liu Zhiyuan, descending upon him with a boom.

At the same time, behind Liu Zhiyuan, a flash of fire appeared, and a flame palm print seemed to burn through the mist, heading straight for him!

This scene was extremely fast, but it was something Wang Lin had calculated in his mind several times.

Immediately following this, as the palm prints from above and behind Liu Zhiyuan crashed down, and the moment the sobbing of the woman in white in his mind intensified, Yisi, which had been blasted away earlier, roared again and charged frantically. Additionally, the Blood Sword that had been knocked away earlier flashed with a towering bloody light, turning into a huge sword beam that struck down directly at Liu Zhiyuan!

Various Divine Abilities approached simultaneously, taking advantage of the moment when Liu Zhiyuan's internal Immortal Qi was exhausted and could not be replenished, crashing down with a roar.

However, it is extremely difficult to kill a Cultivator of the Empty Tribulation Realm Early Stage. Although Wang Lin's timing was extremely clever, the moment the various Divine Abilities struck, Liu Zhiyuan's pupils contracted. Without hesitation, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out fresh blood. As soon as the blood came out, it immediately turned into a suit of blood armor that covered his entire body, and even his hair turned blood-colored at this moment.

His skin was the same, and in the blink of an eye, he became a blood man. He embraced himself, and at the moment the Divine Abilities struck, Liu Zhiyuan suddenly spread his arms.

"Blood Armor Shock!" The moment his words were spoken, the blood color on Liu Zhiyuan's body immediately dried up, turning into something like armor. Furthermore, as he spread his arms, the entire blood armor exploded, forming a blood-colored storm that swept across.

The huge palm print above him collapsed immediately upon touching this blood-colored storm, and the flame palm print behind Liu Zhiyuan also collapsed amidst the rumbling with the blood-colored storm.

The Blood Sword flashed and struck the blood-colored storm, and Yisi approached frantically, also rushing into the storm amidst its roars. Everything, at this moment, set off a heaven-shaking roar.

Just as this roar began, Wang Lin flickered out and headed straight for the blood-colored storm. This storm was clearly Liu Zhiyuan's life-saving Divine Ability. Having resisted many of Wang Lin's Spells, it showed faint signs of distortion and breaking. Inside, Liu Zhiyuan spat out blood, his expression ferocious, but he retreated frantically.

Just as he retreated, Wang Lin, whom he was staring at intently, disappeared without a trace while stepping forward. Liu Zhiyuan's pupils contracted, he turned around abruptly, raised his right hand, and struck a palm behind him.

Behind him, Wang Lin's figure materialized and threw a punch. This punch had no dao ancient phantom, but it was a dao ancient punch!

With a boom, the lotus flower on Liu Zhiyuan's right arm flashed, and his flesh became mangled. His body turned into a long rainbow and rolled backward. Wang Lin also had blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he did not stop, instead stepping forward to pursue him.

The rumbling sounds circled. During the pursuit, Wang Lin's body flashed rapidly, throwing nineteen punches in a row. Liu Zhiyuan's face turned pale, and his eyes revealed a look of horror. Wang Lin's pursuit was too ferocious, giving him no chance to react at all. With each punch, his body was covered in blood, and he looked terrifying.

"These little tricks cannot kill this master!" Liu Zhiyuan understood deeply that this moment today was a life-and-death tribulation that he had rarely encountered in his life. The opponent's timing was extremely clever; it was clearly not a temporary move, but one prepared for a long time!

While retreating, he risked enduring Wang Lin's punch, collapsed the black lotus flower materialized before him, and in that instant, lifted his left hand and waved it, and a black bell appeared in his hand.

This was the first time Liu Zhiyuan had spared the time to take out a Magic Treasure in the battle with Wang Lin, and as soon as he took it out, it was his strongest Magic Treasure! As soon as this bell appeared, it immediately emitted crisp sounds as it was shaken in Liu Zhiyuan's hand.

This bell sound swirled, and immediately outside Liu Zhiyuan's body, countless sorrowful female phantoms materialized. These phantoms were all naked, with miserable expressions, and their resentment soared to the heavens.

Densely packed, there were actually no fewer than several hundred thousand of them, spreading out. Moreover, the souls overlapped, and the resentment connected together, forming a force that soared into the sky, making all the Cultivators fighting in the Extreme Heaven Grassland clearly sense it!

The six people in the Empty Tribulation Realm Early Stage were fighting even more fiercely now. After sensing this Aura, they swept their Divine Sense over, wanting to investigate, but the mist restricted their Divine Sense, so they could not see clearly! However, the three Cultivators from the Green Devil Continent were very familiar with Liu Zhiyuan's Divine Ability and Magic Treasure.

At this moment, upon sensing this resentment, their expressions all changed. They knew that Liu Zhiyuan must have encountered a life-and-death enemy; otherwise, he would never have brought out this treasure!

As for the old man from the Green Devil Continent in the Empty Tribulation Realm Middle Stage who was fighting Yan Luan and the other two, and the Cultivator surnamed Zhang who was fighting Lü Wenran, their expressions also changed, but their Divine Sense was blocked by the mist and could not spread to investigate.

Lü Wenran's gaze flashed, and his Divine Sense spread out, but there was an invisible barrier at the place where Liu Zhiyuan was fighting, making his Divine Sense blurry there, unable to see clearly the person fighting Liu Zhiyuan.

The same was true for Yan Luan and the others.

At the moment the resentment soared into the sky, Wang Lin's pupils contracted. He had prepared very thoroughly. What he had displayed so far was only a part; his two true killing moves had not yet been used.

At this moment, without hesitation, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at the sky. Above his fingertip, a Gourd immediately appeared. The Gourd contained thirty million dao souls. If it exploded, it would be enough to threaten an Empty Tribulation Realm Middle Stage Cultivator. However, Wang Lin did not manipulate it to explode. Instead, with a point, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto the Gourd. The blood rapidly disappeared into the Gourd, and from the mouth of the Gourd, bursts of roars immediately came out. Thirty million dao souls flew out in large numbers, rotating behind Wang Lin, paving a bloody path!

"With my essence blood, I summon the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the Great Soul Gate from the past and present to break through the void!! Soul Phantoms, return!" Wang Lin's voice was calm, but it exuded a strange power.

At the end of the bloody path was a huge Vortex. The Vortex merged with the surrounding mist, faintly emitting a sinister Aura. Moreover, within that Vortex, at the same time as Wang Lin's words, a blood-colored figure slowly, step by step, walked out.

Every step it took made the surrounding heavens and earth rumble with loud sounds!

The towering resentment triggered by Liu Zhiyuan's Magic Treasure was impacted by the Aura of the blood-colored figure emerging, and it immediately showed signs of collapsing. Liu Zhiyuan's expression changed drastically. He performed Hand Seals with both hands and pointed at the sky. The resentment filling the heavens and earth immediately condensed, forming a huge figure. This figure was a woman; her whole body was composed of over one hundred thousand wronged souls, and one could see over one hundred thousand sorrowful faces on her body.

The moment the figure condensed, this huge figure suddenly opened its large mouth and lunged at Wang Lin, swallowing him ferociously.

At this moment, the figure of Luo Yunhai, the Ninth Ancestor of the Great Soul Gate, also stepped out from the blood path Vortex behind Wang Lin. He raised his right hand, and a heaven-shaking killing intent roared up, turning into a red Long Spear, which he grabbed in his hand. With a fierce swing, the spear whistled away and suddenly collided with the huge figure composed of countless wronged souls.

The moment they collided, the Long Spear burst forth with bright light, as if purifying, causing the huge figure to collapse immediately, and the wronged souls within it wailed and rolled backward.

The rumbling sounds shook the heavens and earth. Wang Lin's body trembled, and he spat out fresh blood, retreating a hundred zhang in succession. The bloody path behind him dissipated, and the figure of the Ninth Ancestor Luo Yunhai within it disappeared. But at the same time, the huge phantom of the wronged souls collapsed, and Liu Zhiyuan's body exploded with large amounts of blood, letting out a miserable scream as they both retreated.

The collapsed phantom of the wronged souls turned into countless wronged souls, which, like a backlash, surged into Liu Zhiyuan's body, burrowing in and out, causing Liu Zhiyuan to scream miserably and retreat frantically. But he was not dead yet, only severely injured. Now he no longer considered this war, but wanted to escape rapidly!

"Divine Shock, Army Cultivation Array!"

"Demonic Technique, Beacon Fire Forms Mountains!"

"Demonic Path, Life and Death Reverse Motion!"

"God, Demon, Devil… Ancient Dao, No Immortal!" Wang Lin stared at the fleeing Liu Zhiyuan and threw a punch!