Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear. Although he was in pain, he could see through everything in the world. Just like the truth he understood clearly back then, if Tamarind leaves, let him leave...

He raised his right hand, and on the palm of his hand, there was a cloud of mist. This mist was transformed from the green smoke that merged into his body. His soul contains the ancient thunder dragon and possesses the thunder power of heaven and earth. If he wants to shake his vitality, the myriad illusions of heaven and demon are not enough. Looking at the fog, Wang Linchen took a moment and crushed it. "Although your cultivation level has been forcibly improved, your understanding of the artistic conception is not enough. There is a saying among mortals that it is said to be contrary to your wishes. These words are a reflection of you!"

At the moment of crushing, a muffled groan came from the void, and then Liu Mei's figure appeared in the distance. She looked pale, stared at Wang Lin, with hatred in her eyes, and hissed: "As expected of Wang Lin. Lin, however, has a ruthless heart.”

"It's not Wang who is ruthless, but you!" Wang Lin's eyes showed no concealment of murderous intent. "I wholeheartedly follow the Tao, but you broke my virginity with the soul of obscene mood. How can I explain this!" Liu Mei's voice was tearful, and the hatred in her eyes became even stronger after sweeping away the calmness before. Wang Lin frowned. This was a memory he didn't want to think of. At this moment, there was a coldness in his eyes, and he said calmly: "You were the one who made the move, and besides, the soul of artistic conception was also an accident.

"Unexpected..." Liu Mei laughed, her laughter getting louder and louder, and eventually turned into endless viciousness. She could maintain the realm of the Ten Thousand Fantasy Demons towards anyone, but she could not do anything to the person in front of her. Keep your mind up. "You gave me a surprise, so I'll give you a surprise too!" A complex look of pain flashed through Liu Mei's eyes, and she touched her storage bag.

Wang Lin frowned, and the Immortal Guard puppet behind his figure suddenly appeared, and in one step, he stepped towards Liu Mei.

Liu Mei raised her right hand from the storage bag. The storage bag opened, and a black mist rushed out from it. At the same time, a surge of resentment burst out from it.

This resentment was so shocking that at this moment, the whole sky seemed to be filled with dark clouds and became turbid, with a huge vortex slowly rotating on it. The resentment was so strong that within ten miles of the village, strange whistling sounds echoed like a ghost. A burst of shrill screams came from the black mist. The black light was so fast that even the divine consciousness could not lock it. In one rush, he actually jumped over the Immortal Guards and headed straight for Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, staring at the black light. The moment it approached, he formed a sword with his two fingers, and suddenly pointed it out. His fingertips brought a strong wind. The wind blew away, and the mist gradually disappeared, revealing a pair of black lights inside. s eyes. The moment Wang Lin's eyes fell on these eyes, his whole body suddenly froze. They were a pair of turbid eyes, with no energy in them, only a flame of resentment.

However, the moment Wang Lin saw these eyes, his heart was shaken, and a feeling of water and milk suddenly appeared all over his body. It was like tens of thousands of thunders exploding in Wang Lin's ears. He subconsciously retracted his two fingers, stepped back, and stared directly at the black mist.

"This...this is..." A heartbreaking pain,

At this moment, it emerged from Wang Lin's heart and filled his whole body. He stared at the mist in a daze, his eyes suddenly turned red. With a wave of his right hand, the Immortal Guard puppet rushed back in an instant, turning into a large shadow to wrap up the mist and stop it. its actions. "What's in here!!!" Wang Lin shouted at Liu Mei with a ferocious face.

Liu Mei had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of pain. She looked at Wang Lin and chuckled, "Can't you recognize it? No, with your cultivation, you can recognize it."

"There is a legend among mortals. If a person loses several children in his life, the souls of these children will not dissipate. They will follow you, watching you silently, saying something to you, but you But you won't hear it. It wasn't until the moment you died that you heard his voice. It turned out that he had been asking, Daddy, why don't you want me..." Liu Mei's voice revealed a hint of weirdness, even a hint of madness.

"I refined this child in my body for hundreds of years, and finally transformed it into a resentful baby. When he was conscious, I kept telling him that it was his father who abandoned him. His father's name is Wang Lin!

Wang Lin, you destroyed my Taoist heart, destroyed my artistic conception, and took my innocent body. If all of this was an accident, then today, I will reward you with a special magic weapon! ! "

Wang Lin fell into silence. This kind of silence was silence in the true sense. It was as if all the vitality had been taken away from him in an instant, leaving only endless death energy.

It was not as shocking as the shock and emotion that hit Li Muwan when he realized that there was a chance of resurrection. It was not like the crazy explosion when he faced Teng Huayuan face to face. It was not like the concentration when facing a crisis. At this moment, Wang Lin was just being so calm and so calm, which made people feel terrible!

It seems that at this moment, the sky is motionless, the earth is motionless, and everything between heaven and earth seems to have been cast a body-fixing technique, and everything becomes silent. Looking at the mist surrounded by the black shadow of the Immortal Guard Puppet, Wang Lin's eyes seemed to penetrate through and see a small figure inside. The strong resentment could not stop Wang Lin's sunshine at all. "Thank you..." Wang Lin said softly after an unknown amount of time. Liu Mei was startled, stared at Wang Lin, and said sternly: "Wang Lin, isn't your heart lame!!"

Wang Lin didn't even look at Liu Mei, he just looked at the figure in the mist quietly and said softly: "If you can make him into a resentful baby, I can make him recover, even if it takes a thousand years... even if it takes ten thousand years... Thank you for returning him to me..."

All this was far beyond Liu Mei's expectation. She sneered: "He who can't recover, in order to completely turn him into a resentful baby, Rong..."

Before Liu Mei could finish speaking, Wang Lin said softly: "If I say I can, I will definitely do it!" His eyes retracted from the mist and fell on Liu Mei. His eyes gradually lost their calmness and exuded unimaginable murderous intent. , except for Teng Huayuan, Wang Lin has never had such strong murderous intent towards a person! "I'm here, I missed you."

Wang Lin's voice was not cold, but it made the surroundings feel as if winter had entered. He stepped forward, his right thumb moved forward a little, and the underworld finger suddenly appeared.

There was a thunderbolt in the sky, and the underworld came out again, turning into an endless yellow dragon, which merged into Wang Lin's thumb. A finger of underworld formed by Taoist underworld, thundered out from Wang Lin's thumb, and went straight towards Liu Mei.

Liu Mei stepped back, patted the storage bag, and immediately a huge ancient mirror appeared in her hand. This treasure was a gift from the ancestor of the Huan family, a low-grade fairy treasure!

This mirror stood horizontally, Huang Quan touched it with his finger, and made an earth-shattering sound. At the same time, Wang Lin stepped forward, and the seven-star sword formation swept across and landed around Liu Mei. As Wang Lin shouted, seven The sword energy roared.

"In the late stage of the pseudo-aspiration, there is only immortal power but no realm. In my eyes, he is not even as good as a real monk in the middle stage of the aspiration!" Wang Lin said flatly, and the Nirvana finger of his right hand came out, and together with the seven-star sword formation, it was approaching. Liumei.

When the sword light approached, Liu Mei's expression changed drastically. At the moment of crisis, she bit the tip of her tongue. When a mouthful of blood spurted out, something flew out of her mouth. This object was a black needle.

As soon as the needle came out, it quickly traveled outside Liu Mei's body. The Seven Saint Sword Formation was immediately blocked. Even the Finger Wind of Nirvana was penetrated by the black needle. "The fourth soul!" Wang Lin glanced coldly, with a cold light in his eyes, and raised it again, gently. "Certainly!"

Black Needle paused suddenly, and while he was struggling, Wang Lin stepped forward and came directly to Liu Mei's side, tapping his right hand hard on the center of her eyebrow.

Liu Mei snorted miserably, and a large amount of black energy immediately spread out from the center of her eyebrows. She immediately stepped back, with horror in her eyes. She never expected that although Wang Lin was in the early stage of his cultivation, his various magical powers and magic weapons were extremely powerful. amazing. "I want to run!" Wang Lin stepped forward again, his fingers forming swords, and the thunder power of Yin Yuanshen was separated from his soul, condensed on his fingertips, and with this finger, he wanted to take the life of this vicious woman.

The shadow of death shrouded Liu Mei's body and mind, and she looked pale. The finger Wang Lin just pointed immediately shocked the soul in her body. If it weren't for the strong immortal power in her body, she would have died with that finger just now. "Li'er!" Liu Mei screamed.

Wang Lin frowned, and saw that the black mist wrapped by the Immortal Guards immediately rolled violently, and screams were heard from within. The sounds were like sharp swords, heading straight towards Wang Lin, knocking his Heart, torn.

There was a hint of sadness in Wang Lin's eyes, but without hesitation, he pointed out a finger, with the power of thunder, and suddenly fell towards Liu Mei.

At this critical moment, Liu Mei's eyes showed despair, but suddenly, a circular vortex appeared in front of Liu Mei. The vortex was pitch black, as if filled with thick clouds. A slightly withered arm reached out from the whirlpool and casually pressed on Wang Lin's fingers. A loud "bang" sound echoed, and Wang Lin's body kept retreating like a shooting star. His face was pale and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, but his eyes showed a monstrous cold light. "Eh, immortality?" An old voice came from the whirlpool. The arm grabbed Liu Mei next to him and pulled him directly back to the whirlpool. "Save her, and the Huan family will be exterminated!" Wang Lin's voice was like a cold wind blowing through his teeth. He stared at the arm. It was obvious that the person who could save Liu Mei at this moment was no one but the ancestor of the Huan family.

As he spoke, Wang Lin stepped forward and without hesitation gathered Ling Tianhou's sword energy in his right hand. He flashed out with one finger and the sword energy roared directly towards the vortex.

"Arrogant junior, even if you have a puppet in the realm of yin and yang, you are no match for me. I don't want to pay attention to the grudge between you and Huanmei, but if you keep entangled, I won't let you go! "The old voice came out from the whirlpool. He grabbed Liu Mei and completely integrated into the whirlpool.

But at this moment, Ling Tianhou's sword energy also rushed in, heading straight for the ancestor of the Huan family on the other side of the whirlpool.