Renegade Immortal

The first person Lin killed was, to be precise, his master Sun Dazhu!

He raised his fingers and dropped them, sawdust flying down. It didn't take long for the wood carving to take shape. Sun Dazhu's expression of despair and fear at the moment before his death was completely displayed on the wood carving.

Looking at Sun Dazhu's wood carving, Wang Lin felt calm in his heart. At that time, if Sun Dazhu had not been greedy for the gourd on his body, he would never have ended up dead. There is a cycle of cause and effect, there is life, and naturally there is death.

The second carver was a middle-aged man. There was a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. His lips were slightly thin and he looked extremely mean. At this time, there was a flying sword on his right hand. This flying sword was hidden. With a cold glow, a murderous aura suddenly spread out.

He was the second person killed by Wang Lin, Zhang Hu’s master and a disciple of Old Man Jimo!

This man had murderous intentions towards Wang Lin that day, but in the end, he became the second dead soul in Wang Lin's hands.

After looking at the wood carving, Wang Lin put it aside and took out a piece of wood again.

This third one is a young man. He is none other than Teng Li who was chasing Wang Lin back then! Thinking of Teng Li, Wang Lin's state of mind was slightly disturbed, but soon he calmed down again.

Scenes of the struggle with Teng Li echoed in Wang Lin's mind. After a long time, the fingertips of his right hand turned into a knife and he galloped away on a piece of wood. After half a stick of incense, Teng Li's wood carving took shape.

This man was quite handsome, but there was a hint of unruliness on his face. He was holding hands with his right hand, his eyes were gloomy, hiding a deep look of greed. There was even a hint of a smile that was determined to win at the corner of his mouth.

only. This smile. Already become a thing of the past. Gone far away. Died with this smile. And the entire Fuji family bloodline.

Each wood carving. It took shape in Wang Lindi's hands. One after each carving. He put it aside. gradually. Wood carvings on the ground. more and more.

A hint of murderous intent. From if there is nothing. Slowly becomes more intense. Each additional wood carving comes out. The murderous aura inside the store will increase by one point.

If there is a monk passing by this place at this time. Then you will see it clearly. Above the shop where Wang Lin is. Except for the wind and snow. There is already an extra layer of ice.

Wang Lin responded to this. Completely turning a blind eye. He was immersed in his own memories. All the dead souls that can be remembered. Carved out one by one.

gradually. Wang Lin had already forgotten that he was carving. He was completely immersed in the memory. Spend these four hundred years of your life.

Just like looking at a stranger. slowly emerged in my mind.

From the beginning, he was a weak-headed young man who entered the Hengyue Sect. Within the Hengyue Sect, he was insufficiently talented and practiced slowly, until he reached the Tianni Space. Finally, Situ Nan appeared, and the Hengyue Sect was driven out by the Xuandao Sect.

Then, he left the Hengyue Sect and practiced alone. Then he met Zhang Hu, killed Zhang Hu's master, and went to Tengjia City, but he did not expect that Teng Li would come.

As a result, he was separated from Zhang Hu, and until now, he still doesn’t know whether Zhang Hu is alive or dead.

Teng Li's pursuit ended in his death in his hands, and disputes began all the way. Corpse Yin Sect, Cassia Valley, at this time, a bolt from the blue completely changed his life.

After the death of his parents, Teng Huayuan's ferocious expression caused him to finally have his body shattered into pieces. With the help of Situ Nan, he escaped into the battlefield outside the territory.

So, there were four hundred years of killing. In order to improve his cultivation and go back for revenge, he improved his cultivation at all costs and made himself ruthless, heartless, and even cold-blooded.

Scenes of the Burning Fire Country, the Xiu Demon Sea, and the Land of the Ancient Gods kept flashing through Wang Lin's mind. The Hundred Days Killing Order of Ten Thousand Demons. That time was the most he had killed besides the Teng family. .

As for Wang Lin's impression on the Land of the Ancient Gods, especially on Meng Tuozi and others, it can be said to be unforgettable and unforgettable.

The many years he spent in the Land of the Ancient Gods were a transformation of his entire being. Both his mind and body had undergone a complete transformation.

But here, the crisis is equally huge, and if you are not careful, it will definitely be difficult to get out.

Later, he met Li Muwan again when he was having a baby in the Chu Kingdom. After the baby was successfully born, the revenge he had been looking forward to for four hundred years finally took place.

In Zhao State, all members of the Teng family died at the hands of Wang Lin, ending this grudge.

Wang Lin's hand never stopped. As he recalled, the wood carvings took shape quickly. His hand moved faster and faster, and only an afterimage could be seen.

The memory images in his mind were also getting faster and faster. Gradually, he saw the microcosm of his thirty years of mortal life, birth, old age, illness and death, slowly integrated into Wang Lin's mind.

After a long time, there were no more memory images in his mind, only two words, life and death.

Life and death are a change in the reincarnation of heaven. This change, in the four hundred years of killing carved by Wang Lin, he understood the meaning of death, and in the thirty years of transformation, he knew the meaning of life.

The moment he realized the way of reincarnation before, although he failed in the end, it left a deep impression and artistic conception on him, as if

A layer of paper allowed Wang Lin to have this epiphany at this moment.

Just having an epiphany does not mean seeing through.

It can only be said that Wang Lin's current state of mind has reached a level where he can control his own cultivation. In the ancient world of cultivation, there is a saying that has a long history.

Look at the mountains as mountains, look at the water as water.

Wang Lin was like this at this time.

The moment he opened his eyes, there were already countless wood carvings in the shop. Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of evil. This look was quite similar to Tuosen in the land of the ancient gods.

He quietly looked at the many wood carvings in front of him, and slowly raised his hands. Suddenly, the wood carvings suddenly started to tremble, and they condensed towards his hands. Gradually, there were more and more wood carvings, but at this time Wang Lin's hands In the middle, a black vortex appeared. Although the wood carvings fell in one by one, the size of the black vortex never changed.

One by one, the wood carvings flew between Wang Lin's hands. When the last wood carving disappeared behind the black vortex, Wang Lin looked at the whirlpool calmly. The storage bag on his waist suddenly opened automatically, and all the evil blood cells were released. All fly out.

Merging into the vortex, the moment the last blood ball entered the vortex, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly showed a strange light, and then, his hands moved.

The black vortex quickly changed shape as Wang Lin waved his hands. Finally, it gradually became a square and slowly solidified. After a long time, the black vortex gradually disappeared, and a black square seal appeared in front of Wang Lin.

This square seal is about the size of a palm, and there is a human figure engraved on it. However, this human figure has no face, but only a figure. This black mark contains all of Wang Lin's killings over the past four hundred years. He is the external expression of the meaning of death.

Wang Lin pressed his right hand on the black seal. Suddenly, a feeling of blood dissolving in water came to his heart. He took a deep breath, and the black seal gradually disappeared in his hand and merged into the Nascent Soul in his body.

Wang Lin was silent for a while, and glanced at the shop where he had lived for more than thirty years with nostalgia. With a casual wave of his right hand, all the wood carvings in the shop disappeared.

Then, he opened the door of the shop and walked out into the windy and snowy night.

Wang Lin walked slowly on this street. The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger.

When he first walked out of the shop, he still looked like an old man in his twilight years. But as he walked, as he gradually walked towards the street, his body gradually became taller and straighter, and the wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared. , in the end, of course, the moment he stood on the street, Wang Lin had successfully transformed from a mortal into a monk.

He said he had not yet transformed into a god, but at this moment, he was closer to becoming a god. He had mastered the artistic conception of life and death, and understood the way of heaven. Wang Lin could already detect a feeling that his body seemed to be floating, and he gradually felt like he was about to fly away. Appears inside and outside the body.

It was as if there was a mysterious force stretching out in the sky, pulling him upward.

This feeling is a sign that he is about to transform into a god. At this time, he does not need to understand the way of heaven, and he does not need to feel the martial arts, the Holy King of Heaven and Earth, the creation of the Holy King, the Night Kill God, the Divine Seal, the Throne, and the Demon Arrogant Ninth Layer, the Strongest Abandoned Young Master. The Zhou royal family will kill the god and seal the throne at night, asking for the devil and the most powerful and abandoned boy in the ninth heaven. Seal the throne to seek the artistic conception of the Demon Arrogant Ninth Layer, the strongest abandoned young master of the Zhou Dynasty. He only needs to find a place and quietly retreat for ten years, and he can naturally reach the state of becoming a god.

Wang Lin stood at the intersection of the street and looked back carefully at this street, which was already empty of ten households. This old street where he had lived for more than thirty years, every plant and tree here was reflected in Wang Lin's eyes. In his heart, he felt a little bit reluctant.

After watching for a long time, keeping all this in mind, Wang Lin sighed softly, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

There is a city 10,000 miles away in the south of the Four Factions Alliance. There are a large number of mortals here. Simple cold-proof houses are spread over a large area. Many people live in these houses.

They were all mortals who were recruited here to participate in the snow clearing work. Daniel lived in one of the houses.

There were more than thirty people living in the same room with him, and the already small room seemed quite crowded at this time. Daniel was lying on the bunk bed, looking at the roof with dull eyes.

He missed his wife, his son, and even more, Wang Lin.

Everything in the past disappeared in this snow disaster.

Before the snowstorm, he was still a shopkeeper who had enough food and clothing, owned his own shop, and hired several assistants. His son joined the immortal sect and became one of the immortals.

On that whole street, he can be said to be quite beautiful.

His wife and he have always been in love, and their life has been wonderful. He even planned to stop letting Uncle Wang make wood carvings when he got older, and to serve him in his later years.

In his heart, the death of his parents made him regard Uncle Wang, who had watched him grow up, as his elder. However, this heavy snow changed everything.

He didn't know how his wife was doing now. When he heard a few months ago that even women and children were being recruited, he was worried. His wife's health had never been very good. Can she survive in this cold snowy day...