Renegade Immortal

A hundred years old is the virtual end of a mortal's life, but not many people can actually live to be a hundred years old!

When Wang Ping was seventy-two years old, he felt that his life was coming to an end. A year later, although he was still in good health, he clearly felt that his life was about to end. Just read the novel~

The winter of this year, just like when Cho Tai left, came quickly. The heavy snow blocked the roads early, making it impossible for the villagers in the village to go out. They could only stay with their relatives and spend this time in silence. winter.

The cold wind was icy, howling between heaven and earth, seeming to take away one after another life that had reached its end, sending them to spring, just like reincarnation.

This year's winter seems to be much colder than in previous years. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes, especially at night, is even more biting to the bones. If a simple house does not have a hot fire, it will be destroyed by it. The icy wind blows through.

In the village, in the west end of the house, a ball of fire reflected from the window, with a hint of warmth, but it seemed so insignificant in this cold windy night with snowflakes falling rapidly.

The cold wind shrieked and lingered around continuously. On the deep layer of snow on the ground, the cold wind formed circles of whirlpools and hung up large snowflakes.

The domestic animals in the village were also curled up and trembling slightly to resist the chill in the cold wind.

Above the sky, there is darkness, only the countless falling snowflakes, which makes people feel lost after looking at it for a long time.

Wang Ping sat on a chair, holding a carving knife in his hand. One knife after another, he carved a trace of memories at the end of his life.

What he was carving was still his father, but his father's face was even older.

During this year, Wang usually dreamed, going back to his childhood, and remembering the feeling when he drank the bowls of bitter concoction. The bitterness of the year, but now when he recalls it, it is a little sweet. This sweetness is not Taste, but warmth.

Qingyi sat next to him, looking at Wang Ping, with a hint of sadness in his tender eyes. (Just read the novel)

Gusts of cold wind howled from outside, as if it wanted to rush in and take away Wang Ping, who was at the end of his life.

"After I die, burn these statues," Wang Ping said softly. He looked at the last statue in his hand. It was a semi-finished product and he wanted to finish carving it.

On one side of the room, there is a huge wooden shelf with hundreds of statues on it. Each one of them is Wang Lin!

Next to some of the statues, there will be a statue of a child. On the child’s face,

With a satisfied smile, he held his father's hand, showing a feeling of attachment.

"Father, I have already forgiven you..." Wang Ping looked at the statue in his hand and said softly.

In this windy and snowy night, in the black sky, a bright thunder light came through the sky like lightning. The wind layer was disintegrated in an instant, the thunder light came, and the sound of thunder echoed throughout Danyun Star in an instant.

At this moment, even the snowflakes between the sky and the earth trembled, as if they were frozen in mid-air at this moment.

The raging cold wind of Jinjun collapsed at this moment.

The entire Danyun Star monks instantly noticed this extremely huge aura, especially because of the thunder power contained in it. It was like countless thunders exploding in the ears of all the monks.

The ancestor of the Shu family, Shu Ji, had been in seclusion for many years, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and in a flash, he came to the sky. When he looked intently, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Such powerful immortal power, terrifying thunder power!" Beiji took a breath, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

Behind him, the monks in the late stages of infant transformation from the Sun family were separated one by one, a total of eight people. Sun Qiming stood at his position and said in a deep voice: "Ancestor, this person seems to have bad intentions!"

The same is true for the Dan family and the Zhao family. Their power is not as powerful as the Sun family. After all, many masters in the family have gone away countless years ago. Just read the novel~

In Qishui City, in the room in the Wang Family Courtyard, Wang Lin put down the wine bottle in his hand and raised his head slightly. There was no sparkle in his eyes, just like a real old man, full of turbidity.

After one glance, he lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

Above the sky, there is a giant beast with thunder light all over its body, with four hooves stepping lightly, and two electric dragons passing between its nose. It looks extremely powerful. On its back, there is a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged. He is that Lei Daozi of Lei Xian Palace!

His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced coldly at the ground. His consciousness swept across without any scruples, and instantly covered the whole person with clouds and stars, including Qishui City.

But for some unknown reason, his spiritual consciousness did not linger on Wang Lin for even a moment as he swept through it.

As his spiritual consciousness swept across, all the monks in Ran Yunxing were shaken. Except for the monks, even all the monsters in Ran Yunxing were trembling slightly, as if they were facing the power of heaven and earth.

Even mortals are like this, but they don't know the reason at all. They just feel that their bodies are cold, their minds are shocked, and then they fall into unconsciousness one by one.

At this moment, the entire Ran Yunxing was silent for a moment as it had never been before. Lei Daozi withdrew his consciousness and frowned. He searched around and found no one who met the requirements.

When his consciousness retracted, the snowflakes fell again and the cold wind rose again.

"It's been too long, maybe I might have left. This person is lucky!" Lei Daozi pondered for a moment, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly focused, and his consciousness was locked like lightning. In a small mountain village on Ran Yunxing!

Qingyi, when his spiritual consciousness swept over him for the first time, his face immediately turned pale, his body trembled involuntarily, and his spiritual power almost collapsed, and it took him a long time to adjust slightly.

Wang Ping was startled, looked up at Qingyi, and said softly: "Qingyi, what's wrong with you?"

Qing Yi was about to speak, but his complexion immediately changed, blood spurted out of his mouth, and a huge stream of consciousness arrogantly dispersed the snowflakes and cold wind, and descended directly.

This spiritual consciousness was so strong that the whole earth seemed to tremble with a bow, and the thick layer of snow on the ground was shaken up in an instant.

Outside the room, the snow and cold wind that had just regained their strength collapsed again. Wang Ping's residence in the mountain village seemed to be isolated. Outside, the snowflakes were falling as usual and the cold wind was still howling, but he Outside the room, there was nothing.

It was as if all the wind and snow were shattered at this moment.

The Yuan...Shen that had recently been formed in Qingyi's body immediately struggled to release its spiritual power, causing her body to take a step forward under the arrival of this huge spiritual consciousness and stand in front of Wang Ping.

Her face was old, but her eyes showed unyielding struggle.

"Interesting! I'm not unconscious!" A cold voice echoed throughout the room.

The moment the voice appeared, the door to the room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. The moment he stepped into the room, Qingyi's face turned pale and bloodless.

She could feel that there was an unimaginable aura on the other party's body. This aura was as strong as the power of heaven and earth, and she could not resist it at all.

In front of the other party, Qingyi felt like an ant. It seemed that the other party could kill countless of him with just one thought, and he would never live or die without a burial place.

What made her feel the pupils in her eyes shrink even more was that this person also contained a thunder light, and bursts of lightning traveled outside his body, looking like a lightning fairy.

He stepped into the room seemingly casually, but the whole room made a clicking sound, and streaks of lightning traveled along the walls. At this moment, the whole room seemed to have become an electric prison!

If you look at it from the outside, you can clearly see that Wang Ping's house is surrounded by thunder and lightning at this moment. In the sky, the thunder beast is lying lazily in the void, with a look of disdain in its eyes. It seems that there is no one in this world. Anything can attract its slightest attention.

Because, it is a thunder beast! The holy beast of the Thunder Immortal Realm in the past!

Although the bloodline in its body is not very pure and is far different from its ancestors back then, its pride is deep in its bones.

Wang Ping put down the wood carving in his hand, stood up, came to Qingyi, looked at the middle-aged man who walked into the room, and said calmly: "Who are you!"

At this moment, Wang Ping didn't look like a mortal at all. The calmness in his eyes was not a pretense, but a real calmness. He stood in front of Qingyi, like a man upright.

All this is thanks to his father Wang Lin. Nineteen years of indifference, eight years of traveling in the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, and more than thirty years of being the supreme mortal have given him a heart that is not afraid of heaven and earth. He is not afraid of anything. , not to mention the monk in front of me!

Qingyi stared blankly at Wang Ping's back in front of her. At this moment, this back was forever remembered in her heart. In Qingyi's eyes, deep tenderness arose, and her cultivation simply disappeared, with the same calmness. Looking at the middle-aged man stepping into the room.

The middle-aged man gave Wang Ping a meaningful look, with a strange light in his eyes. With this look, he seemed to be able to see through Wang Ping.

The reason why his spiritual consciousness came here just now is because when his spiritual consciousness swept across, all mortals were unconscious. All this was because his cultivation was too strong, especially the thunder power contained in it. In this way, the sweep of the divine consciousness is like heaven and earth.

However, the mortal in front of him was not only not unconscious, but also looked as if he was not aware of his consciousness at all. In this way, his interest was aroused, and his consciousness was locked here!

He said slowly: "Interesting! No wonder you won't be in a coma, that's why."

The moment the middle-aged man stepped into the room, Wang Lin, who was sitting calmly on a chair in Qishui City thousands of miles away, taking a sip from the wine bottle, suddenly raised his head, and on his right hand The wine flask shattered and collapsed, and the wine inside it completely disintegrated in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

When Wang Lin raised his head, there was a cold light in his eyes that had never been seen in more than seventy years. This time, it was even more terrifying than when he was in the restaurant. It was several times more terrifying. It was as if there was a world of difference between the world and the earth. Comparable!