Renegade Immortal

The people of the Soul Refining Tribe walked out one after another. Who knew who was the first to kneel on the ground? Then all the tribesmen knelt down one after another and worshiped softly in the direction where Wang Lin was going.

In their hearts, Wang Lin is the leader of the clan. He is the ancestor of the entire Soul Refining Tribe. As long as he is here, the Soul Refining Tribe will never perish.

Ouyang Hua also knelt on the ground for four years. The four years passed in his mind. Over the past four years, his own cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. He sometimes thought of it all as if he was dreaming.

Looking at the tribe of 5,000 people passing by him, Ouyang Hua could only describe Wang Lin with the word "reverence".

Wang Lin stepped out step by step and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, but no one stood up.

Ten miles away from the Soul Refining Tribe, Wang Lin slapped his storage bag, and a purple-gold light flashed out in mid-air. It suddenly transformed into a giant beast. The beast's body was about ten feet in size, its entire body was purple-gold, and it had a huge mouthpart. It's even more distracting.

It is the mosquito beast!

When it woke up ox years ago, its overall strength was far greater than before. Even an ordinary god-transforming monk would probably not be a match for this beast if it were to fight with it now.

According to Wang Lin's analysis, this beast is now similar to a Dzogchen monk in the late stage of becoming a god.

In addition to the function of the golden spirit root, all this is also closely related to the strange structure of the beast itself. In the purple-gold color of this body, an aura like the king of beasts vaguely spreads out.

This breath is difficult to detect without careful inspection.

From the memory of the ancient god Tu Si, Wang Lin knew that the mosquitoes did not exist alone in the starry sky but appeared in groups. Since they were a group, there must be a leader among them.

This beast is constantly evolving towards the leader.

However, it is still far behind the leader.

You must know that even the ancient god Tu Si was a little afraid of the mosquito beasts back then and retreated in embarrassment.

As soon as the mosquito beast appeared, it immediately let out a sharp roar. The sharp sound was transmitted, and Shisan and Hubao suddenly turned pale. Their cultivation levels obviously could not withstand the penetrating power of the sound.

After roaring loudly, the mosquito beast leaned down and landed in front of Wang Lin, using its huge mouthparts to rub Wang Lin's body with a pleasing look in its eyes.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, raised his right hand and touched the mosquito beast, jumped up and sat cross-legged on its back.

"You two come up too!" Wang Lin said calmly.

Thirteen gritted his teeth and said in his heart that he would never let himself be embarrassed in front of his ancestor. He jumped and stepped on the mosquito beast's back. The moment it fell, a cold air flowed directly into his body along his feet.

His body refining skills were completely ineffective against this cold aura. His body trembled and a numbness immediately spread throughout his body. If it weren't for his amazing perseverance, he would have collapsed at this moment.

When Tiger Roar saw Thirteen going up, he was naturally not willing to fall behind him. He gritted his teeth and Si Yang flew onto Mosquito Cha's back, and a cold air suddenly appeared all over his body.

After finally managing to stand up, Hu Roar smiled bitterly and secretly said that the ancestor was really powerful, but it was terrifying that the monsters he had subdued had such a level of cultivation.

Seeing the performance of Thirteen and Tiger Roar, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with admiration. With a thought in his mind, the Mosquito Beast roared and rushed out like lightning.

The strong wind suddenly hit the three of them. Wang Lin did not feel any discomfort from the strong wind and felt quite comfortable.

As for Shisan and Hubao, they were like being hit by a hurricane. If they were not careful, they would be blown far away.

Thirteen let out a low roar and immediately used all his demon power to use body refining techniques to continuously weaken the force of the strong wind. Tiger Roar also closed his eyes and breathed in demonic power in order to resist the strong wind.

This place is 30 million miles away from the ancient demon city. Even at the speed of the mosquito beast, it will take some time to reach Wang Lin. Wang Lin is not in a hurry, so he will not use the great teleportation technique to waste the immortal power in his body.

Wherever the Mosquito Beast galloped between heaven and earth, countless tribes on the ground opened their own defensive formations. In their eyes, the Mosquito Beast was too powerful. They must know that it formed a thunderous momentum in mid-air just by relying on its speed. It was like flying all the way. The rumbling sound, like a thunderstorm coming from the sky, spread far away and the sound was extremely shocking.

When Wang Lin first entered this land of demon spirits, he didn't know that there were formations and tribesmen here. In addition, the formations had a concealing effect, so he never saw anyone here. But now that he had a certain understanding of this land of demon spirits, he looked down at the land again and saw countless tribes.

These tribes are strong or weak, large or small, and the number of tribesmen is also very different.

"If our Soul Refining Tribe can devour and fuse all the tribes in this land of demon spirits, then the resulting power will probably shock even the nine demon spirit counties!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed coldly.

Seven days later, when the ancient demon city was shaking and a hundred miles away from the ancient demon city, he took back the mosquito beast and landed on the ground with Shisan and Hubao.

Thirteen has a calm personality. Although the farthest he has ever been in his life is tens of thousands of miles away from the tribe, he is now 30 million miles away from the tribe. He never dreamed that one day he would be able to come here. However, he was just slightly excited and felt overwhelmed. The expression is cold and does not reveal any inner emotions.

His expression at this moment was quite similar to Wang Lin's. In fact, Thirteen's personality four years ago was not the same. In the past four years, his awe for Wang Lin made him always imitate everything Wang Lin did, intentionally or unintentionally.

This place is the Ancient Demon City, a city in Tianyao County within countless miles!

For all tribesmen, the ancient demon city is the place of divine power and holy land! It is a place that cannot be desecrated and is the end point of everyone’s dreams in this life.

However, all this may be effective for Thirteen four years ago, but the power of Heaven in his mind is the Holy Land in Wang Lin's mind, and the valley of the tribe. The end of his dream is to be recognized by Wang Lin!

As for Tiger Roar, it was still slightly inferior to Thirteen. He was so cancerous that Yi left in this ancient demon city couldn't help but kneel on the ground and worship quietly.

After a while, he realized what he was doing and quickly stood up, with a look of shame on his face. Shi Qi saw that Thirteen's expression was as cold as his own, and he felt that he was being compared to him. So he took a deep breath and pointed at Gu. Yaocheng spat out a mouthful of foam and muttered a few words in a low voice. The look of awe disappeared and was replaced by disdain.

In response to the performance of Thirteen and Hubao, Wang Zhi smiled dumbly and stepped forward, his whole body moving away like a line of blue smoke.

Thirteen and Hubao followed closely behind.

The distance of a hundred miles was quickly witnessed by the three people leaping across the ancient demon city!

The ancient demon city was so huge that it was almost impossible to see the edges at a glance. This city was so big that Wang Lin had only seen it in his life. However, after truly crossing the starry sky, what Wang Lin saw in his eyes were planets and nebulae. No matter how big the city was, it was still small in his eyes. Still insignificant

When Wang Lin entered this city, he did not restrain his immortal power and walked in calmly.

There are many people coming and going at the north gate of the city, so it is natural that there are guards guarding it.

Wang Lin knows that in the world of cultivation, everything depends on strength. If there is too much low-key, it will not be good. There are so many people queuing up to enter the city. If they wait, they may not be able to enter for a while.

He simply bypassed the crowd and went straight to the city gate. Thirteen and Hubao followed Wang Lin closely. Compared with Hubao, who was slightly nervous at the moment, Thirteen's expression was colder and more stable.

Wang Lin's sudden approach to the city gate was very obvious to the eyes of the city gate guards. These guards were all demon soldiers under the left wing demon general's mansion in the ancient demon city.

Everyone's cultivation is equivalent to the foundation-building stage among monks. In their eyes, Wang Lin seems to be an ordinary wild man without any demonic power in his body.

However, Shisan and Chihu behind Wang Lin had demonic power in their bodies, and from the looks of it, they should have reached the level of the top three.

Having such a person as his servant Wang Lin suddenly seemed mysterious in the eyes of the guards. But this alone is not enough to make these guards break the rules.

When Wang Lin walked in, one of the guards stepped forward. He was wearing black armor and took out a spear in his hand. He swept the spear forward and said coldly: "Back off?"

"Presumptuous!" Before Wang Lin could speak, Thirteen stepped forward and struck out with a punch. In Thirteen's mind, Wang Lin was the source of divine power, and anyone who disrespected Wang Lin was his enemy.

He had no reservations about this punch. The body refining technique of the trolls made his body as hard as fine iron. This punch was more like a flying sword among monks. The punch made a roaring sound that broke through the air, even the surrounding space. It twisted slightly and twisted towards the demon soldier guard.

The face of the demon soldier changed drastically. Thirteen's punch was like a shooting star in his eyes, and there was a strange power contained in it. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body was bound by an invisible force, and he moved as if he was in water. He immediately changed. Gotta slow down.

But this man was experienced and experienced in the battlefield. In this crisis, he immediately placed the spear in his hand in front of him and stepped back as far as possible.

Thirteen's fist fell on the spear, but after hearing a muffled sound, the spear suddenly broke inch by inch, as if it had been destroyed with great force and turned into pieces.

The demon soldier's bodyguard turned pale even though the restraints around his body disappeared, but he took a few steps back before steadying his mouth and leaving blood donation.

If the other guards around him had not immediately stepped forward to support this man, he would have been seriously injured. Even the person who was holding him could not help but turn pale and tremble, obviously he was also seriously injured under the pressure.