Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin did not speak, but glanced at Murong Yun.

Mo Yunhai's heart moved.

Murong Yun smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Junior Murong Yun, see you senior."

Mo Yunhai said with a gentle expression: "Do you know how to get inside?"

Murong Yun nodded and said: "Senior Mo, I do know, but I need to promise to bring this junior inside. If senior Mo agrees, I will tell you everything I know!"

Mo Yunhai's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "Say it, I promise you!"

Murong Yun's eyes showed joy and he said: "Junior, lead the way. There is an altar there, which is the only passage leading to the interior of this place."

"Is there any danger there?" Mo Yunhai said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I saw with my own eyes that several Eight-leaf Magic Masters from the Immortal Relic Clan died there. However, there were four people from the Immortal Relic Clan at that time, and the first one to enter there did not encounter any danger." Murong Yun replied quickly.

Mu Yunhai frowned, looked at Wang Lin, cupped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, what do you think?"

Wang Lin glanced at Murong Yun with a half-smile, and then said to Mu Yunhai: "You and I work together, even if we can't survive, we should be able to save our lives!"

Rong Yun nodded quickly, glanced at Wang Lin, and said with a wry smile: "Senior is definitely not a god-transforming monk. I didn't know this before, so I hope you won't be offended!" As he said that, he moved his body and flew forward, behind him, Mu Yunhai signaled to Wang Lin, and as the two took steps, they read: Follow behind.

As for the ugly-looking woman, she hesitated slightly and followed.

Murong Yun's birthday was said to be very fast, but in Mo Yunhai's eyes, it was still too slow. Half an hour later, Mo Yunhai snorted, jumped up, grabbed Murong Yun, turned around and said to Wang Lin: "Friend Zeng, you and I are each Take one with you, expand your power, and try to get to the altar as soon as possible, otherwise if time goes by, once this Star Cultivation Crystal breaks, we will all die here."

As he spoke, he grabbed Murong Yun, and his speed suddenly accelerated, turning into a meteor and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he called with his right hand. The ugly-looking woman was immediately enveloped by a strange force, and she was picked up by Wang Lin and galloped away into the distance.

"Senior, are you Zeng Niu?" The female character appeared next to Wang Lin, and a faint fragrance floated into Wang Lin's nose.

Three days later,

An endless mountain range appeared on the ground, and a black mist shrouded the mountains. The black mist was rolling and surging, with a hint of strangeness.

In the west of this mountain range, there is a peak. This peak is so high that only half of the mountainside can be seen in the dark fog.

Under the guidance of Murong Yun, Mu Yunhai rushed into the black mist in a flash and flew towards the top of the mountain. Wang Lin followed behind him with his consciousness flashing around.

In the black mist, Wang Lin opened his mouth and spit out a black light. The black light disappeared immediately and penetrated into the black mist.

Then he patted the storage bag and took out another object. With a shake, the object also disappeared into the black mist. He did all this at will and was blocked by the black mist. The woman beside him did not She didn't notice it at all, and there was a huge difference in cultivation between the two of them. Wang Lin had the intention to hide it, so there was absolutely no way that this woman would know.

5th Floor

The mountain peaks in the black mist were slightly blurred, as if wrapped in a layer of black gauze, giving it a hazy charm. At the top of the mountain peak, there was a huge platform, and on the platform was a black platform about a hundred feet in size. altar.

The altar was in the shape of a tower, and at the top of the rows of stairs was a circular depression. A black air spread out from there and quickly merged into the surrounding mist.

Mo Yunhai grabbed Murong Yun, jumped up, fell from mid-air, and stood on the platform here. Wang Lin then fell down.

On the ground of this platform, there were dried blood marks in many places, and a fishy smell lingered in the air. From the surrounding black mist, there were occasional whistling sounds, which sounded like ghosts crying. .

After Wang Lin landed, he let go of the woman, his eyes flickered, and he looked at it privately. There was a big gap between this place and what Situ Nan said.

The altar that Situ Nan mentioned. It was in a valley, not on this mountain peak. The cold light in his eyes flashed away.

Mo Yunhai swept his consciousness and looked around, then pointed at the altar and said, "Junior Murong, is this the altar you are talking about?"

Murong Yun nodded quickly and said with certainty: "Senior, this is it. But senior, be careful. Among the eight-leaf spell masters from the Immortal Relic Clan, except for the one who entered first, the ones who entered later were when they climbed to the top of the altar. A strange death.”

Mo Yunhai glanced at Murong Yun and read: He grabbed the void with his right hand.

Murong Yun once again grabbed the person in his hand, pressed his right hand on the person's head to destroy it, his eyes flashed like light, and said softly: "Soul Searching Technique!"

Rong Yun groaned miserably, and his body suddenly started to tremble. Mo Yunhai's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally when Murong Yun's body was trembling, he let go of his hand.

Murong Yun was like a puddle of mud, he immediately fell to the ground, his body was filled with lifeless energy, and he remained motionless.

"Fellow Daoist Zeng, this person is not lying!" Mo Yunhai jumped up, rushed to the altar, and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Zeng, I'm going down to explore the way, and please protect me!"

"good!"

Mo Yunhai's figure was very fast, and he arrived at the altar in almost the blink of an eye. He stood there, his face suddenly became strange, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and he looked down at the depression in the altar.

After a while, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he laughed and said: "Sure enough, this is it. Fellow Taoist Zeng, let me go first!" He took a step forward and entered the alcove. In a flash, his figure disappeared. .

The ugly-looking woman hesitated for a moment, looked at Murong Yun, then at Wang Lin, and remained silent.

Wang Lin sneered. He did not look at the altar, but cast his eyes on Murong Yun. He flicked his right hand in the air, and a spiritual secret flashed out and landed on the man's eyebrows.

The moment the Lingjue fell, Murong Yun opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and grabbed the Lingjue. With a squeeze, the Lingjue collapsed. He stood up and looked at Wang Lin. His face was filled with black energy. His originally handsome appearance It became ferocious at this moment.

"When did you find out!" He stared at Wang Lin, with a strange power in his voice.

Wang Lin looked calmly and said, "I can tell you, but you also have to answer a few questions."

Murong Yun's eyes flashed and he said grimly: "Interesting, answer me first."

"Cultivators all have mysophobia, so they always keep a few extra sets of clothes in their storage bags. It's rare that you look so embarrassed." Wang Lin said calmly.

Murong Yun sneered and said, "That's it?"

Wang Lin looked as usual, staring at Murong Yun, and said, "Of course there are other reasons. Now I want to know, what are you?"

I am transformed by the soul of life! Tell me what other reasons are there! "Murong Yun snorted coldly.

"Your clothes are too old and don't look like those worn by monks who just entered this place. What is your purpose?" Wang Lin said.

"I don't have any purpose, I just don't want you to get the Star Cultivation Crystal. Also, are these two reasons the reason you mentioned?" Murong Yun frowned.

Wang Lin sighed softly, shook his head and said, "The last reason is because of the pattern on your clothes." After saying this, Wang Lin's right hand suddenly moved, and the immortal power surged in his body. Almost instantly, an immortal secret containing immortal power appeared in his body. In front of Wang Lin, as he raised his right hand, the Immortal Technique roared out and suddenly fell towards Murong Yun.

Murong Yun sneered and did not move, but the moment the Immortal Technique fell on him, his whole body disappeared at the touch, turning into streaks of black smoke, which flew into the surrounding black mist and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lin did not chase after him, but with a flash of ridicule in his eyes, he saw an exclamation coming from the black mist, and black air quickly flew back from the mist, condensed together again, and turned into Murong Yun, Murong Yun looked extremely ugly at this moment. He looked around, stared at Wang Lin, and said, "You are not an ordinary infant transformation monk!"

A three-foot-long banner floated out from the black mist. This soul banner was about ten feet long. It spread out like a wave and undulated. A large number of souls drilled out of it and filled the surrounding area. More than a dozen main souls appeared in it. The surrounding black mist was flickering, and all eyes were fixed on Murong Yun.

Among these main souls, there is even a purple-gold unicorn, with huge eyes showing a fierce glow.

Wang Lin refined the One Billion Soul Banners again on the way with Situ Nan. All his souls were integrated into the Soul Banner. Li Yuanfeng and the remaining souls of Qilin became the Soul Banners at this moment. Main soul!

At this moment, this billion souls are inside, with a total of twenty-eight main souls!

"Do you think you can trap me like this?"

Murong Yun sneered, and suddenly rushed forward. His whole body once again turned into countless black energy, like filaments, which crazily rushed towards Wang Lin's mouth and nose.

Wang Lin stepped back with a cold look in his eyes, raised his right hand, moved forward a little, and whispered: "Seal!"

Suddenly, another large flag appeared in the surrounding black mist. As soon as the flag shook, countless restrictions immediately emerged crazily. At a few fast speeds, they roared from all directions, forming a ball as tall as a person. And it quickly shrank, eventually becoming the size of a fist. This round ball is composed of restrictions. Rows of densely packed restrictions completely seal the filaments inside. To be continued