Renegade Immortal

A weak scream came from the distance behind him, followed immediately by the extremely happy laughter. Although this laughter did not have any words, to Wang Lin's ears, it contained clear implications. In one sentence.

"Someone is playing with me..."

Wang Lin's face was gloomy. He looked at a particle in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness swept through it. There was a resistance to organize his spiritual consciousness to enter. Wang Lin frowned slightly, and the immortal power in his body was circulating. His spiritual consciousness was immediately integrated into the immortal power, and transformed into Immortal consciousness, with one sweep, immediately broke the imprisonment on the particles and fell directly into them.

The moment his consciousness entered the particle, a sound like a shattering mirror was transmitted to Wang Lin's mind. Immediately afterwards, a subtle crack appeared on the particle, and a green flame appeared in the palm of Wang Lin's hand. middle.

Looking at the flames, Wang Lin was shocked.

"Life Soul!"

This is the life soul of a mortal, which contains a trace of fire attribute. People who possess this life soul cannot become immortals and can only be mortals.

"The scorched earth is all composed of these particles. Each particle is a life soul. There should be all such mortal life souls that cannot cultivate immortality. The child is countless life souls fused together to form A unified spirit body... No wonder the power of the fairy sword cannot be destroyed."

Wang Lin's face became more gloomy. He looked at the little cyan spark and put it into the particle. When the life soul entered the particle, the cracks on the particle immediately closed and returned to the original state.

He waved his right hand forward, and the particles lost their restraints and immediately flew out in a flash, galloping towards the scorched earth in the distance.

"Situ Nan once said that this life soul is in the Star Cultivation Crystal. Why do I encounter the life soul just after entering this place... Could my life soul also be in this kind of creature..."

Wang Lin frowned and flew forward.

The interior of the Suzaku Tomb was too big. After getting away from the scorched earth, Wang Lin moved quickly, pointed in a certain direction, and galloped away.

The landscape of Suzaku Tomb is no different from the outside world. It also has mountains and rivers, and the spiritual power in it is also extremely rich. This richness is many times stronger than that of the outside world. Even the spirit gathering arrays of some sects often cannot reach it. This effect.

Three days later, Wang Lin's entire figure turned into a meteor, speeding at low altitude. He didn't stop at all for the past three days, flying deep into the sky at extremely fast speeds.

However, in three days, although Wang Lin's consciousness kept spreading, it never found its edge.

At this moment, he was flying over a plain. Countless green grass grew on the plain, and it was so green that there was no end in sight.

He hasn't seen a monk in three days!

While flying, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed and he turned around to look behind him. He saw two rainbows roaring towards the horizon in the distance, like lightning. Inside them were two monks, a man and a woman. They saw Wang Lin from a distance. Lin, stop immediately.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his body moved at will, covering up his cultivation, making him look similar to the monk who had just transformed into a god.

Two rays of spiritual consciousness swept over, and after exploring Wang Lin's body, the two men seemed to be relieved and slowly flew towards Wang Lin.

A few hundred feet away from Wang Lin, the two men stopped. They both looked young. The man was a young man, dressed in a green fir. There were some shabby spots on the green fir, and there were some spots on it. There were even some black blood stains, and on his sleeves, there was a strange pattern, which was obviously the symbol of a disciple of a certain sect.

As for the woman, she was a bit ugly. There were countless small pits on her face. If a mortal saw it at night, they would definitely think it was a ghost.

Although she is not beautiful in appearance, this woman's figure is quite attractive. She is wearing a set of extremely clean white clothes. If you don't look at her face, she has a certain charm.

The two of them stopped several hundred feet away. The young man cupped his fists towards Wang Lin and said loudly, "My lord, Murong Yun, do you know the name of fellow Taoist Gao?"

Wang Lin looked as usual and said with a smile: "I'm Qingmu." The name Qingmu was used by Wang Lin when he first entered the Soul Refining Sect.

Wang Lin could tell at a glance that the cultivation level of the man and woman in front of him was that the young man was in the middle stage of becoming a god, while the woman was in the early stage of becoming a god. The cultivation level of these two people could be regarded as a strong one outside the Suzaku Tomb. However, in the Suzaku Tomb, especially after a large number of eliminations, they seemed a bit weak.

The reason why they were able to enter here was obviously that they were in the Suzaku Kingdom when the Suzaku Tomb was opened, and they were among the first batch to enter. Otherwise, with their cultivation level, if they arrived a few days after the Suzaku Tomb was opened, they would definitely not be able to do so. (Harmony) It was his turn to enter.

Murong Yun looked at Wang Lin carefully and said, "Isn't this fellow Taoist's cultivation level that he just transformed into a god?"

The woman next to this man looked at Wang Lin with a hint of coldness.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "That's right, I just transformed into a god."

Murong Yun looked at Wang Lin cautiously for a few times, and after he was sure that the other party was really in the early stage of becoming a god, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Fellow Taoist, this place is too dangerous, why don't we go together, this way, there will be more people , the certainty of retrieving the life soul is also much greater."

Wang Lin pondered for a while and said, "From the tone of my fellow Taoist, it seems that I am more confident about getting my soul back?" As Wang Lin spoke, his eyes flashed slightly.

Murong Yun laughed and said: "You don't know, fellow Daoist Qingmu, that I am the first batch of people to enter this place. I saw with my own eyes how Qianfeng and several Eight-leaf Magic Masters from the Immortal Relic Clan entered the interior of the Suzaku Tomb. If it weren't for me, If you don’t have enough cultivation, you must have entered the interior of Suzaku Tomb at this moment.”

"Oh?" Wang Lin smiled and said, "I wonder how Ganfeng and the others got in?"

Murong Yun smiled mysteriously and said Ten: Six. "I can only tell Brother Qingmu that the place where they entered is the altar. I saw with my own eyes that they searched for a long time and finally entered from the altar. However, the place where the altar is located is very small." It's remote and very dangerous. If we wait for more people and go there together, we will be much more confident."

Wang Lin looked calmly, glanced at this person, smiled and nodded.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's go!" During the conversation between the two, the woman next to Murong Yun said coldly. After speaking, she moved forward and flew forward.

Murong Yun glanced at the woman's back, shook his head and said regretfully: "Looking from the back, she is a peerless beauty, but it's a pity..."

As he said this, he hugged Wang Lin with a fist and stood up to follow him.

Wang Lin touched his chin and followed the two of them slowly. He sometimes cast his eyes on Murong Yun, especially paying attention to the patterns on the man's sleeves and the black blood stains for a long time. His eyes showed a look of contemplation.

"Fellow Daoist Murong, I wonder what danger there is where the altar is?" Wang Lin said calmly during the flight.

A trace of fear flashed in Murong Yun's eyes, and he took a deep breath and said: "I just saw from a distance that three of the eight-leaf spell masters from the Immortal Relic Clan died there! In addition, as for the monks, two infants grew old. The monsters also died there, and I didn’t see any enemies until they died.”

There was something like a smile but not a smile in Wang Lin's eyes, with a hint of sarcasm. Said: "Fellow Taoist Murong is very lucky."

Murong Yun was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "I am far away, and I ran very fast, so I was not affected. But one thing I am sure of is that there must be a powerful existence there. It is very dangerous. We must The more people there are, the more likely it is to enter.”

Wang Lin glanced at Murong Yun, a strange smile appeared on his lips, and stopped talking.

Murong Yun's heart sank. He took a closer look at Wang Lin again, turned around, and continued flying.

The three of them traveled quickly, with the ugly-looking woman as their leader, crossing the plain. At noon the next day, the woman paused during the flight, looked into the distance, and said coldly: "There is a person ahead!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a sword light in the distance, sweeping across like a sky-shattering force. When the sword light brought powerful sword energy to her body, an icy air suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

I saw a white flying sword roaring towards me, with a man standing on the sword. This man was an old man, dressed in gray, with gray hair, but his eyes were like lightning. His face was gloomy at the moment, and he sometimes looked back behind him.

Wang Lin's eyes were like a torch, and he could see something fishy at a glance. Behind the old man, he saw a twisting lightning bolt, chasing after him crazily. This lightning seemed to have spirituality, like a silver dragon, chasing after him.

While galloping, the old man on the flying sword swept across Murong Yun and the others, and finally his eyes fell on Wang Lin, and he let out a light sigh.

Wang Lin had seen this old man before. He was one of the sixteen infant transformation monks outside the lower passage of Suzaku Mountain. This man's cultivation was in the early stage of infant transformation.

Without stopping, he quickly said: "Fellow Taoist, retreat, this thing is weird!"

At this moment, Murong Yun casually glanced at the lightning chasing the old man. This glance was ordinary, but the lightning immediately trembled, and a dissatisfied roar came from it, and then turned around suddenly, It flew backwards and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This scene happened very quickly. If Wang Lin hadn't been paying special attention to Murong Yun, he would never have been able to discover the clues behind it.

The lightning disappeared quickly, and the old man on the flying sword was also startled. He stopped and looked behind him. After a while, he frowned.

Murong Yun stepped forward a few feet, clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Junior Murong Yun, see you senior."

The old man raised his head and glanced at Murong Yun coldly. He did not say anything, but turned his gaze to Wang Lin, cupped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, thank you very much!"

Wang Lin smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "It's not Zeng."

The old man's eyes flashed slightly and he said with a smile: "Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm Mo Yunhai, does Fellow Daoist Zeng have any clues about entering the inside of this place?"