Renegade Immortal

The colorful floats are quite conspicuous, especially when the sun shines, and it is even more imitation: generally, even more exaggerated, all the flowers on the float are actually some rare spirit grasses in the territory of Zhao State.

In addition, there are many bright spots on the float. These glittering bright spots are densely distributed throughout the whole float. The sun shines like a bright star. Even if the angle is right, the bright light makes people feel like an array of eyes. Tingling.

With Wang Lin's will, he couldn't help but stay for a while. Those shiny substances were all low-grade spirit stones.

It wasn't to say how precious or huge these spirit stones were. In fact, if Wang Lin's own spirit stones were laid on the car, he could have laid nearly a hundred of them.

It's just that Wang Lin has lived for so long and has seen so much. This is the first time that he has encountered someone so extravagant...

The boys and girls around the float are all quite handsome. On them, there are only fluctuations in the second and third layers of the Qi Condensation Period. However, their expressions are arrogant and abnormal, even compared to some relatively low-key Yuan Qi. Infant monks should also be stronger by three points.

As the float approached, Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and he watched in a leisurely manner.

"Jimo Daxian is traveling by car, the idle people and others will give way immediately!" A slightly sharp voice drank again from the mouth of a young man. The man stared at Wang Lin, looking at the dense corpse behind Wang Lin. Don't even look.

"Jimo..." Wang Lin pondered for a while, these two words were quite familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere, and when he thought about it carefully, suddenly his eyes flashed, staring at the float, and said slowly: "Old Jimo ?"

"Bold!" Almost all the teenagers shouted in unison. The voices were quite neat. It was obvious that they had trained many times. Perhaps it was because of the large number of people.

only. For Wang Lin. It's really trivial.

"Presumptuous. Stand back!" A voice was also slightly sharp. From the float. Immediately after. The front of the float is slowly separated to both sides. A rather gorgeous big bed was revealed.

on that bed. Lying there was a fat man with a body like a meat mountain. The man was radiant. The whole person is already fat and shapeless. in his body. Wearing a blanket. This blanket is dotted with hundreds of mid-grade spirit stones.

"You know this old man?" The fat man glanced at the densely packed corpses behind Wang Lin. Brow wrinkled. Said: "Fellow Daoist. Are these mortals provoking you? How can you kill at will." In his opinion. Wang Lin is like him. It is the early stage of Yuan Ying. Although the monster under his feet looks scary. But he didn't care either.

Jimo ran rampant in Zhao State for several years. Since he cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. Except for a few old Nascent Soul monsters, he had some scruples. Rest in peace. Can't see it at all. This has a lot to do with the dark light technique he cultivated. This person practices earth exercises. It specializes in refining puppets. Although his cultivation base is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul. But inside its storage bag. But there are many ancient corpse puppets.

Actually Jimo old man many years ago. I have been researching this way. Always look for some corpses and other monsters. Refining with exercises.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Wang Lin's mouth. When he called with his right hand, a head was thrown from the end of the dragon tendon behind him. Wang Lin grabbed it in his hand and said lightly, "Do you know this person?"

The old man Jimo was stunned. He didn't look carefully just now, thinking he just met a monk who was addicted to killing mortals. At this time, when he looked closely, the man's face was hideous before he died, and it was difficult to identify, but when he looked at it, the old man Jimo suddenly felt Opening his eyes wide, he lost his voice: "Tenggao?"

This Teng Gao is the highest status of the Teng family in Wufeng Valley, and the next Wufeng Valley headmaster, even in the Teng family, is quite valued by Teng Huayuan. Zhao Guo is not very big, so the old Jimo has naturally seen such a character.

Then his consciousness swept away. This time, he looked at the ground very carefully. Slowly, his complexion became extremely ugly. At this time, in his eyes, the meaning of these corpses was already the difference between heaven and earth.

He almost gasped, stared at Wang Lin, and said slowly, "These people are all from the Teng family?" At this time, he mentioned 12 points of caution, and he no longer dared to underestimate each other, although these vines The cultivation of the family members is not high, but they can kill so many people, and if they are not idiots, they are so arrogant that they are not afraid of the ancestors of the Teng family coming to seek revenge. Be cautious.

He immediately decided in his heart that this person was not someone he could easily provoke. You must know that Teng Huayuan has already reached the late Nascent Soul, and there are many masters in his clan. This person is obviously not taking the Teng family in his eyes. This kind of madman, Jimo really does not want to provoke.

A smile appeared on his face almost immediately, and he said, "Okay, the old man has long been disliked by the Teng family. Fellow Daoist kills the land, this... Fellow Daoist kills slowly, I have something else to do, let's go first. "Speaking, he hurriedly wanted to control the float to retreat, and it would be better to stay away from this evil star.

The coldness in Wang Lin's eyes gradually deepened, and he said slowly, "Do you know why I killed the Teng family?"

The old man in Jimo paused, he had a bad feeling, hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't want to know, fellow Daoist, I'm going to say goodbye!" He said that without any hesitation, the float immediately galloped back, even those young boys and girls No time to care.

Wang Lin didn't stop him, but slapped the storage bag, and immediately held the banner in his hand. With a flick of it, a thousand miles was immediately shrouded in darkness.

The old man in Jimo's face suddenly became ugly. He turned his head sharply, stared at Wang Lin, and said sharply: "Fellow Daoist, you and the Teng family have no intention of interfering in the matter, what do you mean now? You and I have the same cultivation level, Mo If you really think the old man is afraid of you!"

Wang Lin looked at the old man in Jimo calmly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and said plainly: "Four hundred years ago, your little apprentice died unexpectedly. I wonder if you still remember it."

When the old man Jimo heard this, he was stunned, but soon, he stared at Wang Lin without saying a word.

"That little apprentice of yours was killed by me. He has a disciple named Zhang Hu. This person and I have the same sect." Wang Lin said slowly.

The fat on the old man's face twitched, and he said without a smile: "Kill, kill, the past four hundred years ago, the old man has long forgotten." Although he said so, but his right hand is already When he pressed it on the storage bag, four jets of black smoke rose from it, and they emerged around him.

Among these four black smoke clouds, the four mummified corpses were exposed. The old man Jimo usually fights with people, and rarely uses the magic under the pressure box. At this time, he sacrificed the four mummified corpses before he started, obviously he was quite jealous of Wang Lin.

Each of these four mummified corpses has a cultivation base close to the early Yuan Ying stage, but Wang Lin didn't even look at it, and continued: "Afterwards, Zhang Hu and I were in Tengjiacheng and were chased and killed by Tenghua Yuanxuan's grandson Teng Li. , I think, you should remember the past."

Jimo old man

Red was uncertain. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Actually, then I..." As soon as he said this, his eyes flashed, and his body like a mountain immediately flew off the big bed of the float, quickly retreating, and at the same time his right hand It bounced back and forth, squeezing out four drops of blood, which fell on the four mummified corpses.

The four mummified corpses immediately opened their eyes, revealing bursts of red light, and roaring like wild beasts, they rushed towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, his right hand clenched, and he shouted in a low voice, "Forbidden!"

Immediately, the eight forbidden breaths suddenly appeared from the shady curtain and wrapped around the four mummified corpses. At the same time, Wang Lin moved and chased the old man Jimo slowly.

Although the old man in Jimo is fat, his speed is not slow, he gallops, and sometimes his body teleports out. However, Wang Lindi's figure, like marrow into the bone, follows him all the time, no matter how he walks, Never let go.

When Jimo gritted his teeth, his body suddenly stopped, his hands clenched, and his body immediately trembled. Then, layers of fat on his body, creeping strangely, slowly seemed to be absorbed, shrinking rapidly, and At the same time, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger. On his ground, there was no wind, and bursts of spiritual pressure spread out from his body. His cultivation base, with the shrinking of his body fat, had already gone from the initial stage of Nascent Soul. Crazy climbed to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

In the end, what appeared in front of Wang Lin was a middle-aged man with an extremely lean body.

His cultivation level has already soared to the peak of the middle Nascent Soul, and it is a line away from the later stage.

He stared at Wang Lin, and said in a low voice: "You should feel honored, since the old man conceived a baby, you are the first person in the world to see the old man's true face, and to be able to take over the spell that the old man casts with all his strength. Young masters are hard to find. This old man is really reluctant to kill you. If I give you another hundred and eighty years, maybe you will grow up. So, if you cut off your own arm, it is not easy for the old man to think about your cultivation. For my sake, I will not kill you within a hundred years, I hope that after a hundred years, you will have the strength to fight against me, and this old man can’t wait for that day to come.”

After Jimo finished speaking, there was an arrogance on his face, his hands behind his back, and he looked up at the sky. The whole person showed an air of contempt for the world. At the same time, there was a deep sense of loneliness in this aura.

After sighing, he took a deep look at Wang Lin, turned around and flew away slowly, until he flew almost a hundred meters away, he suddenly went so fast, his head wouldn't gallop away.

There was a strange look in Wang Lin's eyes, the red light flashed in his eyes, and the extreme consciousness suddenly moved, turning into a series of red lightning, and galloping out.

There is no suspense, Jimo's eyes darkened, revealing a look of disbelief, his body was tilted, he fell from the air, and with a few breathless bangs, the whole person was torn apart. At the same time, a storage bag flew out of the minced meat and was held by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's body flashed and disappeared in place. When he appeared, he was already beside the four mummified corpses. The four mummified corpses did not move at the moment Jimo died.

Wang Lin took a few glances, pondered for a while, swept his consciousness in the Jimo storage bag, took out a few jade slips and looked at them one by one. After a while, he saw the details about refining puppets from a jade slip. method.

After reading the jade slip, Wang Lin made a gesture with his right hand, and according to the requirements on the jade slip, he shot a few auras, which were printed on the eyebrows of the four puppets.

Wang Lin put the storage bag in his arms, stepped on the mosquito and beast, and galloped towards the Hehuan Sect.

At this moment, in the Hehuan Sect, the first ancestor Yin-Yang old man, with his hands behind his back, was pacing back and forth in the Hehuan Sect hall, he was hesitant in his heart, not knowing whether he should make up his mind.

In the main hall, there are three others sitting around. These three people are a man and a woman. The man is handsome and the woman is charming. All of them have Nascent Soul cultivation.

"Senior Brother, does the Demon Cultivator really have the cultivation level of the Spirit Transformation Stage? Junior Sister is a little unconvinced!" The woman in the yellow silk among the two women said softly with a soul-stirring voice.

This woman's tight-fitting silk clothes outlines a concave and convex figure that makes people's heart pounding.

The old man yin and yang snorted lightly, stopped his steps, and said in a deep voice: "Huang Dashan in Tiandaomen, in the early Nascent Soul, but that person just glanced at him and died immediately. This kind of cultivation level, if it is said that it is in the stage of spiritual transformation, it will all be A little too small!"

The yellow silk woman immediately fell silent, her brows tightening even more.

"Senior brother, why don't we send the disciples of the Teng family. If this happens, the demon cultivator will not be looking for my Hehuan Sect." The middle-aged man who had not spoken, said in a deep voice.

The old man yin and yang rubbed his brows, shook his head and said, "In this way, wouldn't I have completely offended the Teng family? That Teng Huayuan's cultivation base is already enlightened. Although he and I are both in the late Nascent Soul, if we actually do it, I still Self-aware."

The hall was quiet. After a while, the old man Yin Yang's eyes flashed, and his heart was determined. He said in a gloomy voice, "Pu Nanzi, the old thief, has not appeared yet, there must be some problems here, that's all, Teng Hua The old man has a wicked character. If we hand over the Teng family today, if he doesn't die in the future, our troubles will continue. Junior brother, please inform me and open all the mountain protection formations. I will personally preside over that demon cultivator. !"

The middle-aged man nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Senior brother, if the old thief Teng... finally died?"

The Yin Yang old man's eyes flashed, and he smiled gloomily: "Junior brother, don't underestimate Pu Nanzi, this person will definitely stop him, even if his cultivation is not enough, isn't the one in Tongtian Tower also not enough?"

The middle-aged man was startled for a moment, but his eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise, and he quickly said yes.

At this moment, in the Hehuan Sect, a middle-aged man with a tired face walked out of a house while coughing rapidly. walk.

This person is only middle-aged, but his head is already gray, and he stumbles a little while walking. At this time, a low-pitched bell chimes echoed in the Hehuan Sect. The bell rang nine times, representing all the disciples of the Hehuan Sect. Gathering in the main hall square, if you take a breath, you will be severely punished.

Hearing the bell, this person didn't pay much attention at first, but when the bell rang for the ninth time, he paused, raised his head, and looked towards the direction of the hall in the distance, with a surprised expression on his face. He has been in the Hehuan Sect for many years. This was the first time I heard the bell ring nine.

He hesitated for a moment, the clothes in his hand, and quickly ran towards the hall, but his body was too weak, just after a few steps, he was out of breath, and when he finally came to the hall, almost all the acacia

, are already sitting cross-legged outside the hall.

The entire square was densely packed with countless disciples. In addition, even the surrounding courtyards were all filled with disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Under each disciple, there is a faint light circle.

The middle-aged man hurriedly found a spot of aperture in the corner and sat down cross-legged. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly heard exclamations coming from the same door all around him. He quickly took a look and saw that everyone looked up at the sky. He couldn't help but raised his head, and suddenly, he was stunned for a while.

I saw that in the mid-air above the Hehuan Sect, an extremely hideous-looking monster appeared. This monster has a huge mouthpart, and there is a rope in the mouthpiece. Densely packed with countless corpses.

On top of the monster's head, there was a person standing. This person's white head moved with the wind. Although his appearance was ordinary, there was a strong sense of slaughter that spread out.

The moment the middle-aged man saw this person, he suddenly frowned. He had a feeling that he had seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't think of anything.

Wang Lin looked at where the Hehuan Zong Mountain Gate was under his feet, he could feel the martial arts world, the holy king made the holy king, the king would kill the gods and the gods at night, ask for the throne of the gods and gods, the strongest abandon the young, the Dazhou royal family would kill the gods at night, and ask for the throne of gods and gods for the most gods. Forcibly abandon the young Da Zhou royal family martial arts world will kill the throne of the gods and gods, ask the devil to be proud of the world, beg for the strongest in the nine-fold heaven , Above the Hehuan Sect, there is a layer of mountain protection formation that is several times stronger than Tiandaomen and Wufenggu.

This mountain protection formation is extremely powerful, unless the cultivation base really reaches the God Transformation stage, it will be difficult to attack in a short period of time.

The key to this formation lies in the spiritual power within the thousands of Hehuan Sect disciples here. As long as they sit within the aperture, they will automatically become the spirits of this formation. In this way, if they want to break the formation, it is almost equivalent to In direct confrontation with these thousands of monks.

The disciples of the Teng family were in the main hall. Obviously, the Hehuan Sect was planning to fight to the end. Wang Lin calmly glanced at the ground and finally landed on an old man in the middle of the square. He said slowly, "If If you don't open this formation, there will be rivers of blood here."

That old man was the yin and yang old man. When he saw Wang Lin, his eyebrows tightened. When he heard the other party's words, he immediately said loudly, "Fellow Daoist, why are you here?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, and red lightning gradually appeared in his eyes. Although this formation was strong, if the person protecting the formation died, this formation would naturally fail.

The consciousness of the extreme realm flashed in an instant, turned into a red lightning, and suddenly landed on the big formation. The formation didn't even shake, and the Yin-Yang old man was immediately stunned.

But then, there were more than a dozen disciples above the main hall, groaning miserably, and Qiqiao fell to the ground and died. At the moment of their death, the light circle under them suddenly lit up, but immediately dimmed and disappeared.

"Can't you open it?" Wang Lin said slowly with a cold voice.

The yin and yang old man sneered and said nothing.

Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness moved again. This time, ten red lightning bolts landed on the great formation. Immediately, more than a hundred disciples in the formation spurted blood, twitched a few times, and fell to the ground dead.

A sense of panic immediately filled the remaining disciples.

"Can you open it?" Wang Lin gave the old man Yin-Yang a dull look and said.

The Yin-Yang old man's face was gloomy, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body's spiritual energy circulated, and he merged into the formation without saying a word. The three Nascent Soul cultivators beside him also gritted their teeth secretly and sat down with their knees crossed.

Suddenly, hundreds of extreme spiritual consciousnesses turned into red lightning, almost forming a string, and suddenly fell on the big formation. It exploded and turned into a layer of blood mist. At this time, no one of the remaining disciples dared to continue to sit down.

"Can you open it?" Wang Lin's voice came slowly, like a talisman for urging his life.

The yin and yang old man spewed blood, his face was blushing and uncertain, and his heart was struggling violently. The man and two women beside him were even more slanted and were already injured.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, patted the storage bag, and took out a jade bottle at will. After crushing it, three groups of Nascent Soul essence floated out of it. While everyone was stunned, he swallowed them one by one. A cold light flashed, and in the bright red light, he slowly raised his right hand, and in the palm of his hand, a red lightning ball gradually condensed.

This thunder ball was completely transformed by extreme conditions. Gradually, the thunder ball became bigger and bigger, and after almost reaching the size of a fist, it floated down from his hand.

The yin and yang old eyes showed a look of horror. He had lived for so many years. For the first time, he saw that someone took Nascent Soul as a pill. Looking at the thunder ball that kept floating down, he almost immediately shouted: "Fellow Daoist, stop. , I will open, I will open the formation, the matter of the Fuji family, the old man doesn't care!"

As he said that, he immediately stood up, quickly took out a jade slip, and after throwing it into a spiritual art, the formation of the Acacia Sect suddenly swayed, almost dissipating at the moment when the lightning ball fell.

The old man of Yin and Yang squeezed a sweat, and after opening the formation, he had already thought about it, and quickly said respectfully: "Senior, there are quite a few people from the Fuji family, all of them are in the hall."

Wang Lin didn't even look at him, turned around and walked into the hall. There was no sound coming from the hall, but the smell of blood came from the hall.

After half a column of incense, Wang Lin walked out with a flat face, and with a flick of his right hand, the dragon tendons in the mouths of the mosquitoes and beasts in the air immediately burrowed into the hall and rolled out hundreds of corpses.

On the faces of these corpses, there was a strong expression of resentment and fear.

They are not very old, they are very young. If there is no Wang Lin's appearance, then after a few years, it is not impossible that there will be cultivators in the formation stage, and even cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.

It's just that they shouldn't be named Teng.

In other words, in those days, Teng Li should not have chased and killed Wang Lin. The so-called wrong step is a mistake. If Teng Li had known it, he would not have chosen to pursue and kill him.

Or, Teng Huayuan did not start the act of destroying the entire Wang family. If not, then today, Wang Lin would not come to take revenge at all, because there is no hatred!

He killed Teng Li once, and Teng Huayuan killed him once. All these hatreds have actually been wiped out. What Wang Lin is doing now is not for himself, but for his parents.

Just as Wang Lin was about to leave, a voice suddenly came out from the square: Lin? "It was a low voice, a tone full of uncertainty—

There is a reason for my dissatisfaction with this chapter today. My relatives and friends around me already have flu symptoms, but I can't tell whether it is really influenza A. I accompany me to the hospital today, but the hospital said that there is no equipment and cannot Test, I hope this damn plague will pass soon.

May you read, stay healthy, and don't go to crowded places. We will spend this winter safely...——

Finally, summon the guaranteed monthly pass...