Zhou Ru

"Trespassers of the forbidden land shall die!" The old man in white let out a roar and quickly retreated. He and the other three old men surrounded Wang Lin. At the same time, he slapped his bag of holding and a jade appeared. He was about to crush it.

There was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes, and he took a step forward. Ripples echoed, and he appeared behind the old man. His right index finger moved like lightning and landed between the old man's eyebrows.

Killing Nirvana Scryer cultivators was easy for Wang Lin!

The old man's pupils shrank, and he was shocked. He was about to retreat, but he didn't have the right to retreat before Wang Lin! The lightning from his finger chased after the old man and landed between his eyebrows.

The old man coughed out blood, and popping sounds came from his body. His body collapsed, and his origin soul was about to escape when Wang Lin waved his sleeve and took it. The jade that wasn't crushed also landed in Wang Lin's hand.