Renegade Immortal

A skinny old man walked out of Luohe Gate Nascent Soul cultivator. He was wearing a black robe, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his eyes were dim, and he seemed to have no energy. At this moment, he rolled his eyelids slightly and said hoarsely: "If you kill the most enemies every month, you can get a Tianli Pill!"

As soon as the three characters of Tianli Dan appeared, Wang Lin clearly noticed that almost all the monks around him were breathing heavily, and their breathing was a little short.

In Ma Liang's memory, there is also an understanding of Tianli Pills. These days, there are very few Tianli Pills. The entire Huofen Kingdom only has 30 pills. If it is taken during the pill formation period, it can directly enter the stable period when the realm is raised. Several of the main medicines in it have been cut off, and the remaining 30 pills have been carefully preserved since thousands of years ago.

Next, about 5,000 monks were divided into several teams to receive their own tasks, and Wang Lin was among them.

These teams spread out and attacked all around. All cultivators encountered were wiped out. Nascent Soul stage masters patrolled the surrounding area, providing support at any time to resist the opponent's Nascent Soul stage monks.

Wang Lin was assigned to the eighth team of the tenth brigade. The eighth team had nearly 30 members in total, each belonging to different sects. Among them, five were from the foundation stage, and the rest were from the thirteenth or fourth floor of the condensation stage. \\//\\ The leader of the team is a monk of the first alchemy period of the Evil Demon Sect. For some reason, there is only Wang Lin himself in the Temple of War God.

The task they received was to assist the Tenth Battalion to occupy a medium-sized spiritual vein on the border. As a monk in the foundation period of the Temple of War God, Wang Lin obtained a pill, which is not very powerful, because there are a lot of pills, so basically every piece has a lot of difference in quality. describe. Not too much.

Just before leaving, Feng Luan called someone to call Wang Lin.

In a chic attic, Feng Luan stood by the window, looking in the direction of Huo Fen Kingdom, and after a long time threw out a jade slip and said, "Hong'er once said, you were very strong in the extraterritorial space, why are you acting so weak now? His cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment?"

Wang Lin took the jade slip and swept away his consciousness. His expression suddenly became strange. The jade slip recorded a small half of a map, which marked seven or eight countries in the northern part of the Huofen Kingdom. It also clearly marked the level of cultivation of these countries and what kind of materials they were rich in.

He pondered for a while, his eyes flickered slightly, and he roughly guessed the meaning of the other party's words in his heart.

Feng Luan waved his hand and said, "There are three copies of this map. If you can kill fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators, I will give you another copy. If you can kill one hundred and fifty monks before the end of the war, the I'll give you a share of it. Go down."

Wang Lin said nothing. Turning around to leave, he had guessed what Feng Luan said just now, there is no cheap charity in this world. Some are just unequal exchanges.

In comparison,

The Yuanying cultivators in Huoming Country, especially this Feng Luan, are somewhat humane, because of Zhou Zihong's matter, he stopped the matter of seizing the house for him. As for the map, the meaning is very clear, if Wang Lin has that ability, he can get it naturally, if not. Die on the battlefield. That can't be blamed on others.

Wang Lin didn't intend to participate in the war between the two countries, but now he has changed his mind. The map is just one of them, Li Dan that day. That's his focus.

The elixir that can increase the chance of forming alchemy, Wang Lin is bound to get it, according to his plan, find another place to practice Huangquan Shengqiao Jue and after three cold elixirs, there is a higher chance of successfully forming alchemy, but still There is a certain chance of failure.

Wang Lin has great expectations for alchemy. Once he can successfully form alchemy, it means that he will become the first person in the Nascent Soul Stage. Therefore, he does not allow the slightest mistake. If there is Tianli Dan to assist, plus Huang Quan's chances of ascending the orifice are determined, and Wang Lin is confident that he is at least 80% sure of forming an alchemy. /\\

Thinking of this, there was a murderous look in his eyes.

The invasion team of the Burning Alliance scattered in all directions on the second day. Ten Nascent Soul stage monks wandered within a radius of ten thousand miles. Once the other Nascent Soul Stage monks appeared, they would teleport over immediately.

A group of about 30 monks, riding on the sword light, flew towards the north quickly, and stopped on a barren mountain peak. An old man with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes showed a bloodthirsty look from time to time, said proudly : "The monks of the Tenth Brigade have already begun to attack the personnel stationed in Xuanwu Kingdom in the spiritual vein. Presumably the other party will have people who will come to support them. Our task is to block all people who pass here within a radius of 500 miles. You Let them all disperse, and let me know immediately if you find them."

After all, the old man sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and remained silent. This old man is the captain of the eighth team, Zhang Zili, a cultivator at the early stage of alchemy of the Evil Demon Sect. Except for five of the cultivators who were at the foundation establishment stage, he ignored the rest of them.

Wang Lin stepped on his feet, flew far away, landed on a tree crown, and meditated. /\\As for the other people, they also dispersed one after another, each looking for a place to meditate. For a while, the surroundings were extremely quiet except for the slight sound of breathing.

Zhang Zili opened his eyes and looked around contemptuously. He was extremely dissatisfied with putting himself here. In his mind, his position should be in the first brigade to sweep the mountain gate he sent. In that case, oil and water would naturally be sufficient, but right now, blocking supporters who might pass through here in this piss-free place is really tasteless.

Time passed slowly, and suddenly Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked into the distance, with a sneer on his lips.

At this moment, Zhang Zili also noticed the abnormality. He immediately stood up and looked into the distance. He saw more than a dozen sword lights flying towards him. Scissors, he swung his right hand, and the scissors shot out immediately. At the same time, he laughed slyly and shouted: "Kill!"

After finishing speaking, he stepped on his feet and sent his body out like a sharp sword. The monks of the eighth team all around rushed up one by one, blocking them in the air.

The two sides had no other words at all, and immediately killed each other when they saw each other. Among the more than ten people in Xuanwu Kingdom, there were no monks in the alchemy stage, and all of them were in the foundation stage. As soon as they saw Zhang Zili, they immediately separated eight people to make a set The weird sword formation surrounded Zhang Zili, and Zhang Zili couldn't escape for a while, and was trapped in the formation, roaring and cursing angrily. \\///

The remaining seven fought with the monks of the eighth team.

Wang Lin's eyes were cold. He didn't have the time to delay. He was sure to win the map and the Tianli Pill. At this moment, when he moved his body, the flying sword shot out instantly, and the lightning flashed through the chest of a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage. There was a cavity of blood.

As soon as the consciousness of the extreme realm dispersed, the eyes of the remaining six foundation-building monks went dark, and then the flying sword flashed, piercing through the chests of these people one by one.

From the outsiders' point of view, these seven foundation-building stage monks all died under Wang Lin's flying sword, but they didn't know that long before Feijian, these people's consciousness had been shattered and died.

The moment the seven people died, both sides were stunned. Whether it was the enemy who was besieging Zhang Zili, Zhang Zili, or other members of the eighth team, they all cast their incredulous eyes on Wang Lin.

The life-threatening flying sword was hovering over Wang Lin's head at this moment, sending out a dense chill.

The faces of the eight people besieging Zhang Zili turned pale immediately, and one of them shouted: "Retreat!" Immediately afterwards, the eight people retreated quickly, fleeing desperately.

Zhang Zili glanced at Wang Lin, with a look of fear in his eyes. He thought he was not sure about killing seven Foundation Establishment cultivators in the blink of an eye. He guessed in his heart that Wang Lin must have hidden his cultivation, so that he looked like he was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. . He cursed secretly in his heart, but after thinking about it, this method is really easy to use, maybe the enemy can get a miraculous effect if he is careless.

But these are not important right now, those eight foundation-building stage cultivators did not know what kind of sword formation just now, they can actually trap a alchemy stage cultivator in him, such things are too embarrassing, especially in front of their own team members.

Zhang Zili's face was gloomy, he moved forward and chased him out. As soon as they were about to catch up, the eight foundation-building monks used some kind of magic, and suddenly a milky white gas came out of their bodies. As soon as the gas appeared, it immediately entangled their legs, and their speed more than doubled.

Zhang Zili sneered, pinched with both hands, and pressed on his chest, and suddenly a golden pill that diffused thick and fluctuating spiritual energy was spit out from his mouth, and with his right hand finger, the golden pill immediately burst out with the sound of wind and thunder. He rushed out with a bang, caught up with eight people in the blink of an eye, and hit the three of them consecutively, Jin Dan retracted.

Those three mouths sprayed blood, and their bodies immediately fell from mid-air.

The remaining five people didn't even look at it, they swung to the limit and fled. Zhang Zili snorted softly, at this moment, suddenly the five people who had escaped so far tilted their bodies and fell from mid-air one after another.

Zhang Zili looked intently and saw Wang Linxun flying from a distance. Seeing this, his expression changed slightly. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard Wang Lin's voice. "There are no less than a hundred monks flying from behind!" At the same time as the words came, Wang Lin passed by Zhang Zili and rushed far away in an instant.

At this time, Zhang Zili had already seen hundreds of sword lights appearing in the sky, he immediately turned around and ran away. When he turned around, Wang Lin was no longer there, and he couldn't help cursing inwardly.

Seeing the bad situation, the other members of the eighth team retreated towards the spiritual vein.

After Wang Lin flew far away, seeing no one was around, he stepped on the ground, slid his body down into the ground, launched the earth escape technique, and fled towards the west.

He killed twelve Foundation Establishment monks just now, and there are still thirty-eight more, and he can exchange for a map. If he is traveling with his teammates, although his safety can be guaranteed, if he wants to obtain the results that can get Tianli Pill, He still needs to act alone.

Hundreds of sword lights passed through the air, aiming at the spiritual veins. After they passed by, Wang Lin got out of his head in a dense forest, looked coldly for a while, and followed.