Lin Xin squinted his eyes and looked at the woman.

This man suddenly appeared, his origin was unknown, and his words were incomprehensible. He couldn't help but be on guard.

"May I ask your Excellency?"

He asked softly.

The woman didn't reply, but looked calmly into the distance.

Chi!

Suddenly, Lin Xin's eyes flashed, and the woman disappeared from his eyes in an instant.

He blinked, his true energy surged within his body, but he couldn't find any trace of the woman just now.

There was only the whistling sound of the wind all around.

Lin Xin's expression remained unchanged. He ignored the woman and turned around to look at the big windmill in the distance.

"The auras of the two great ancestors are always heading towards the windmill. It seems that we have to take a trip."

This place is mysterious and weird, there must be a big secret hidden there, and the level of time and space is definitely stronger than the 40th level of the abyss.

Being able to suppress his strength to such a weak level, he even doubted whether this was the legendary place above the sixtieth level of the abyss.

Take a deep breath.

Lin Xin slowly raised his legs and walked towards the windmill step by step.

The gravity pressure here is extremely terrifying. Even if the true energy in his body is fully mobilized, it will only slightly increase his speed.

If it weren't for the support of his body's lethality, Lin Xin would be crushed into pieces by the weight of terror without being able to walk even a few steps.

Even now, despite this, he could only walk slowly towards the windmill step by step like an ordinary person.

It seemed like a distance of only a few hundred meters, but it took Lin Xin more than ten minutes to complete.

He stood in front of the windmill and reached out to push the dark yellow windmill door.

The wooden door was ajar, and many box-like objects could be faintly seen inside.

Lin Xin exerted slight pressure on his palms.

squeak

The wooden door slowly opened.

The rotating hub of the windmill creaked rhythmically.

The small small room is filled with various picture frames of different sizes.

White light shines through the only small window, dim and gloomy.

A young man with messy hair was sitting in front of a large picture frame, with his back to Lin Xin, holding a pen in his hand and drawing crazily.

He seemed to be completely immersed in the world in the painting, unable to hear any noise from the outside world.

Lin Xin walked into the windmill and looked at the picture frames hanging around him in the dim light.

The paintings in these frames are all oil paintings, with bright colors and lifelike looks, just like photos.

The dark void, the colorful planet, the green grassland, the towering mountains.

sea, lake, sun, moon

Every kind of natural landscape you can think of is available here.

Apart from the sound of the rollers turning in the windmill, there was only the rustling sound of the young man frantically painting.

Lin Xin's eyes shifted from the frame and fell on the young man with his back turned.

"I would like to ask, brother, have you seen two people rushing in from outside just now? Or are they passing by?"

He asked in a soft voice.

Snap.

The rustling stopped suddenly.

The wild-haired man moved like a camera and stopped instantly.

He paused, didn't speak, and just sat calmly.

After a while, the man slowly began to turn his neck, trying to turn his head to look at Lin Xin.

But his movements were very slow, so slow that it seemed to give people a sense of trembling and panic.

It seemed as if this man was afraid, terrified.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the man turned his head sharply.

Lin Xin saw his face instantly.

The strange thing is that before he could even see what the other person's face looked like, his consciousness suddenly shook.

All senses heard a loud bang at the same time.

When he came back to his senses, he was already suspended in a lonely and dark thirty-ninth abyss.

"I"

Lin Xin was in a trance for a while. Before he could recover, he felt a loud roar in the void around him.

Two huge giants collided towards here at high speed from a very far distance.

"Are you crazy Okja!!?"

"It's useless! You neither belong to us nor to Fang Prison, and he has no interest in saving you.

Just die here today."

The voices of the two great ancestors were like thunder, rumbling and spreading in the abyss.

Lin Xin watched from a distance as the two Taoist ancestors rushed towards this direction.

His head was stabbed and his whole body became hairy, knowing that if he was hit, he would definitely not survive.

He quickly rushed to one side, trying to avoid Daozu's impact.

As soon as his consciousness moved, Lin Xin's body just started to move to the left.

Bang!!

Two indescribably large bodies roared past his position and slammed into Lin Xin, who was unable to avoid them.

Without any surprise, Lin Xin's entire body suddenly appeared.

But to Daozu, his true body is just an inconspicuous particle that is not even considered as insect dust.

Just like bacteria and viruses are to humans.

Do people pay attention to certain bacteria in the air that they encounter when walking around?

The two great ancestors collided directly with Lin Xin. The terrifying and irresistible impact smashed Lin Xin's body into mincemeat in an instant.

Even if there are tens of millions or billions of attributes, it will not help.

Lin Xin felt his eyes turn red and knew nothing else.

The two great ancestors roared across the space and flew into the distance.

A few breaths after they passed by, in this void space, an abyss area suddenly twisted several times.

A ball of blood-red minced meat quickly condensed and gradually returned to a tall, strong human form.

There was a squeaking sound from behind the human figure, and ten arms sprouted out. The skin on its body was pale, and a white short coat condensed on it. It just sat in the air and gasped for air.

"Before I even realized what was going on, I was knocked unconscious. The gap was too big."

Lin Xin's face was gloomy, his arms were folded on his knees, and he looked far away in the direction where Dao Zu left.

"If the Sword of Wrath hadn't inspired resurrection, this trip would have been really unlucky."

The Sword of Wrath can resurrect him three times, doubling his power each time.

This is almost the best killing move to counter-kill your opponent, and it also has a life-saving effect.

But for Daozu,

No matter whether Lin Xin has doubled or ten times, it is still dust to them. The difference is only the size and softness of the dust.

"The gap between even ordinary Taoist ancestors and me is so big, let alone the strongest future Buddha incarnation."

Lin Xin's eyes flickered uncertainly, and after a moment of silence, he made up his mind to continue chasing the two fighting Taoist ancestors.

"As expected, the Nine Colors side will definitely kill the master of Songri Valley and all the Taoist ancestors who want to remain neutral. That is my hope."

His thoughts were fixed and he continued to chase Daozu Feili in the opposite direction.

This flight lasted fifty years.

While Lin Xin was chasing after him, he was also thinking about the hillside he saw before, the big windmill, and the painter sitting inside painting.
To be continued...