Renegade Immortal

Immortal Rebellion Chapter 252 Magic Weapon

This shop was rented by Lin. Not on the main street. But rather remote. If looking for. It's hard to see. But Wang Lin didn't mind. After a night of meditation. The red mist outside his body. Condensed a little again.

Early morning. Wang Lin opened the door of the shop. Just like a mortal. Clean up the store. Then he pondered for a moment. The child flashed. Disappeared from the store.

When he comes back. The storage bag already contained many large trees that he had uprooted.

Bark these trees. Tools whittled into wooden cubes. Wang Lin recalled his childhood in his mind. His father taught him step by step how to make wood carvings.

these memories. Gradually came to mind. Wang Lin was silent for a long time. He grabbed a piece of wood with his left hand. A gentle wave. Suddenly the wood turned into ten sections. Wang Lin took one section. A carving knife appeared in his right hand at some point. Just like his father back then. Carve it out one by one.

Gradually. Wang Lin is being portrayed. I finally found someone who had passed away for four hundred years. It seems that in this depiction of swords and knives. He was a child again. Returned to the small mountain village where I had lived for a long time.

at this moment. The spiritual power in Wang Lin’s body. Then it started running. Follow the carving knife in his hand. Gradually integrated into wood carving. Deeper and deeper.

time. Passed by quickly. Once again night falls. Wang Lin suddenly woke up. He looked at the piece of wood in his hand. The wood section at this time. It has become a wooden sculpture. This wood carving. He is a middle-aged man with a kind smile.

The people are wearing coarse cloth clothes. Especially the hands are full of tiny rough marks.

Although this wood carving is slightly rough. But the Buddha is spiritually prepared. Waves of spiritual power spread out from it. Wang Lin looked at the wood carving blankly. A feeling of hurt came over me.

His right hand gently rubbed the wood carving. He murmured to himself: "Dad, I miss you. I really miss you..."

There was silence for a long time. Wang Lin's wood carving was placed aside. Picked up another piece of wood. The whole person is immersed in it and is being carved with each stroke.

It's getting cooler. A day without rest is nothing to Wang Lin. When he was hunted down. He often runs away for several days and nights.

At the moment when the sun rises. The wood carving in Wang Lin's hand took shape again. This time. She is a middle-aged woman. She looked into the distance with a loving look on her face, as if waiting for her child to return.

Place two wood carvings together. Wang Lin took a deep breath. Pick up a piece of wood again and carve it.

Time passes slowly.

Wang Lin's carving never stopped even when he was extremely tired. He can meditate a little.

In the blink of an eye. A month passed. Compared to months ago. Inside Wang Lin’s shop. The goods gradually increased. On the wall cabinets around the store. There are rows of vivid wood carvings. These wood carvings include both men and women. There are young and old. Various actions are available.

These wooden figures. All of them were residents of the mountain village where Wang Lin used to live. Wang Lin at this moment. In an alternative way. these people. Resurrected.

Come this month. Wang Lin’s shop. No guests have arrived yet. But Wang Lin didn't mind. He immersed himself in carving. Even cultivation has stopped.

This day. Wang Lin held a half-finished wood carving in his hand. On top of this tree. Do not know why. It actually exuded a prehistoric aura. The things it inscribes. If any cultivator of Demon Sea sees it. You will definitely recognize it at a glance. This is a dragon!

This dragon. It was when Wang Lin and Li Muwan were in the Demonic Sea. The first spiritual beast Wang Lin encountered.

Right in the carving room. There was a sound of wind chimes. Shop door. Being pushed away. A tough-headed young man. He took a cautious look.

The young man saw Wang Lin. He was immediately stunned. But I was soon attracted by the countless wood carvings around me. He said in surprise: "Uncle, you carved these. They are so beautiful. Can you give me one?"

Wang Lin smiled hoarsely. Put down the dragon wood carving in your hand. He picked one up from the side. This wood carving. is a person. A person Wang Lin is very familiar with——Wang Hao

The boy in front of me. With Wang Hao. Quite similar.

The young man took over the wood carving. Immediately cheered. Cherish it and hold it in your hands. He said crisply to Wang Lin, "Thank you, uncle. I'm from the iron shop across the street. Goodbye." He quickly ran out of the store. He shouted loudly: "Mother, look. My uncle gave this to me."

Wang Lin stood up. Go through the door. I saw it in a shop opposite. A man and a woman came out. The two of them looked at Nian lovingly. The boy's father took over the wood carving. His eyes lit up immediately. He raised his head and looked at Wang Lin. Hesitate for a moment. Approach with the wooden carving. Said: "Children are ignorant. Brother, is this thing money?"

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "It's just a piece of wood given to him."

The boy's father hesitated. He glanced at Wang Lin. He smiled and said, "You just came here. I haven't seen you before."

Wang Lin nodded with a smile.

The boy's father smiled boldly and said: "Brother, if you don't mind, come and have a meal. I have homemade fruit wine here. It's much better than those in those restaurants."

Wang Lin felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart. This emotion. It's been four hundred years. He never has. He hesitated. Wang Lin nodded.

The boy's mother. She is a kind woman. Although he is young, his temperament is quite gentle. It can be seen from some details. This is a happy family.

The child is well-behaved. Husband and wife love each other.

In the iron shop. Place a square table. There are a few home-cooked side dishes on it. Even if Wang Lin has already gone without food. But he still picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites.

Drinking the fruit wine that the other party was quite proud of. Eating home-cooked meals that I haven’t seen for a long time. Wang Lin's state of mind. Than in the convoy. More peaceful. The spiritual power in his body. To an unprecedented degree. Flow quickly.

This wine. Good wine indeed. Endless aftertaste.

Since this day. In the king's life. There is one more indispensable thing. That's the fruit wine. The young man comes to Wang Lin almost every day. Look at him carving wood. Every time I come. They all have a jug of fruit wine.

Inside Wang Lin’s shop. The number of wood carvings gradually increased. There's a big part of that. They are all beastly. It was almost like a beast he had seen in the past four hundred years. They were all carved out one by one. but. Those high-grade spiritual beasts and wild beasts. No matter how Wang Lin carves it. can never take shape

above these carvings. Each one condenses huge spiritual power. at this point. Mortals feel the martial arts. The Holy King of Heaven and Earth creates the Holy King. He will kill the God and the Divine Seal Throne at night. He asks for the demons and is proud of the ninth level. The most powerful and abandoned boy. Qiankun will kill the god and seal the throne in the night, and ask for the demon and the most powerful person in the ninth heaven to abandon the great Zhou royal family. But if a cultivator comes here. You will be immediately horrified by it.

Because of the power of this spiritual power. It is almost no weaker than some low-level magic weapons. Even on top of some wood carvings. Its spiritual power is comparable to that of an intermediate magic weapon.

This is no wood carving. The points are that one by one decays into magic. A magic weapon of cultivation made from rotten wood! ——

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Be kind and kind. Lying down, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I always feel uneasy. I got up and coded another two thousand words. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief. alright. It's time to sleep now. sleepy……