Renegade Immortal

Time is a kind of rule. This rule can be mastered by all spirits in the world, but it is extremely rare for those who can understand it clearly. Even if they understand it clearly, it is only the implication of the artistic conception. Back then on Suzaku Star, Wang Lin met a person whose artistic conception was years!

At that time, Wang Lin felt the power of the artistic conception of the years, even Yunquezi at that time cared about this artistic conception very much. It can be said that in the entire Suzaku Star JL, there is only one person who has such a cypress mood!

Right now, the blood dragon's ancient words are reverberating, and the power of time has appeared on him. This power has surpassed the artistic conception of time by countless times, and it is simply incomparable. It has become a rule! This rule is determined by the blood dragon who has cast this supernatural power!

Under the rule of the years, the entire land of nothingness is completely shrouded in it. In the nothingness, a pair of Luo Tian monks are flying slowly, looking around vigilantly. There are dozens of them. A strong ancient Qi refiner is enough to stand firm in this nothingness.

But right now, when the power of the years reverberates and passes through these people, one of the youths with the weakest cultivation level trembles immediately. He looks like he is in his twenties, although he is not his actual age. But it seems so.

The trembling of his body was not controlled by him, but he trembled inexplicably. The body is very tired, and the cultivation base feels stagnant under the operation.

All of this was only for a moment. The young man was almost confused when he heard exclamations from a long distance away. There was a sense of fear in the exclamations.

The young man was startled, and wanted to turn his head to look, but his body was numb, as if turning his head was a bit inconvenient.

"I... what's wrong with me..." The young man's eyes were even more blurred, without the clarity of the past, as if separated by a layer of fog, he slowly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, imitating the ancient times. The mist rubs off.

Perhaps this rubbing of the eyes had an effect, and his eyes became clear for a moment. He saw the fellow Taoists around him move away from him one by one, looking at him with fear and horror.

He saw the junior sister who had been secretly committed to Beiji for life, and at this moment, she also looked terrified in the distance, no longer the slightest tenderness in the past.

The last thing he saw was his right hand rubbing his eyes, and he froze there. It was a hand full of wrinkles and even brown spots...

This..." The young man trembled further, he raised his hand and touched his face in struggle, and opened his mouth, as if a voice of panic was about to come out of his mouth, but... the voice was buried in his body forever. in vivo,

A day that never came again.

Because of his eyes, he lost all vitality, and under the eyes of his companions around him, he continued to age, his hair fell off, his teeth fell off, his bones were shattered, and in the end it seemed that he could not even bear the weight of a piece of skin, and became a piece of dust , his physical body shrunk down and died, and died of old age...

The strange scene made the surroundings quiet, surpassing the imagination of the surrounding monks, but time was merciless and did not give them a little bit, and there was another woman among the crowd, showing signs of aging.

Soon, this aging - seems to be contagious, all monks are like this.

It seems that at this moment, the sky disqualified them from being monks, disqualified them from being able to live for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, and disqualified all their rights. Thousands of years, in an instant, descended on them.

These dozens of monks are just a corner. At this moment, the same scene continues to happen in the entire area of ​​this void. Every monk, no matter where they come from, can't escape the rule of time when they are here. . Only those Nirvana-shattering monks can resist, but... there are not many Nirvana-shattering monks.

Whenever a monk dies in the years, there will be an invisible breath emanating from his body, rushing towards the center of nothingness.

Gradually, in this void, breaths galloped. Their speed cannot be described as the speed of a monk. These breaths seem to be part of the heaven and earth. Once they move at this moment, they will come to the center of the void in a blink of an eye. , in the body of the blood dragon that had cast the supernatural power of time.

As the monks continued to die, more and more breaths were absorbed into the blood dragon's body. Soon, the ice crystals on the blood dragon's body began to collapse. Its body seemed to be injected with new vitality. It made the ice crystal tear apart.

The Eight Kings of the Corpse Yin Sect have no influence under the supernatural power of these years, and Ruhong's figure is getting closer and closer to where the blood dragon is!

In the other direction opposite to theirs, Yan Leizi respectfully followed behind the old man in black in front, and followed him forward. The old man in black walked slowly, but every time he raised his foot, the person below him Nothingness is a crazy contraction, as if to turn this infinite distance between heaven and earth into an inch... This is not shrinking into an inch that needs to be integrated into the world, but shrinking an inch into nothingness! There is no need to integrate into the world, where he is, the world is the world, even a world is only an inch!

He was not in a hurry to move forward, so he kept a certain rhythm step by step, and walked like flowing clouds and flowing water. The respectful color in Yan Leizi's eyes became stronger, he was behind the old man, and he was naturally shrouded by the strange supernatural power of the old man.

At this moment when the rules of time enveloped the void, Wang Lin also felt its existence, but his body was originally made of rocks, and the rocks were born when the moon and stars were born, and it is impossible to go away from the current time. calculate.

The power of the years enveloped him, no matter how many years there were, if there was no wind, the rock would still be a rock...

Going forward calmly and quickly, Wang Lin saw all the monks around him turning into nothingness under the years, all vanishing into thin air. "Without the status of a monk, without supernatural powers, we... are just mortals after all..." Wang Lin sighed in his heart, but the speed was not slow at all.

"If the main body came here today, under the rules of the years... I would also be a part of this nothingness like them... Unexpectedly, the dignified monk, who has practiced the Tao for hundreds of thousands of years, has understood the rules of heaven and earth, But sometimes, it is not as good as a stone... Wang Lin shook his head, seeing everything in front of Qi, he suddenly had a new understanding of the word "Tao".

The blood dragon at the center of the void absorbed the breath of countless monks who died under the years, and the blue ice crystals on its body finally collapsed with a bang.

It raised its majestic body, and let out a roar towards the void of heaven and earth! During this roar, a huge vortex suddenly appeared above it, and this vortex was also ten thousand feet high, spinning continuously, and the sound of booming echoed around. An icy voice slowly emerged from the vortex, permeating the nothingness.

"I, I'm waiting for you to come!" At the moment when the voice came out, the old man in black who came from a distance paused his footsteps, his eyes showed seriousness, Yan Leizi behind him was silent, he heard this voice twice This time, but this time, it is clearer than before, and there is a monstrous madness in it.

This kind of madness despises the rules and despises the way of heaven, but it falls into Yan Leizi's ears, but he doesn't feel that the other party is lying... The power of Suzaku's extraterrestrial shot is enough to have this kind of madness! The eight kings of the Corpse Yin Sect stopped at the same time, staring at the whirlpool in front of them from a distance, and sank down, but soon, there were different degrees of gloomy and greed in their eyes.

Wang Lin also heard this voice, he paused, raised his head and looked forward, his eyes showed unyielding color, no matter how strong this Tuo Sen is, no matter how difficult the road is, if Larsen wants to kill him, Wang Lin, he I will never bow my head! "There are many people who want to kill me, but right now, I'm still alive..." Wang Lin sneered, raised his footsteps, and walked out again. In other words, it is true.

At this moment, in this void, not only the few people from the center survived, but also some Nirvana Broken monks, after resisting the rules of time, approached silently from all directions in this void.

As for the rest of the checkpoints outside the void, those monks who did not enter the void escaped the power of the rules of time and survived.

In this land of the ancient gods, besides nothingness, there is another place, where it exists, it can even be said that it does not belong to the land of the ancient gods, because it...is the land of the ancient gods...

This sentence may be somewhat contradictory, but it is actually the case. This land of ancient gods has only one entrance on Suzaku Star, and the land of ancient gods that this entrance leads to is a place that does not belong to this place. There is a crack in the space of this star field. This crack is so big that it is big enough to lie down the body of an incomparably huge eight-star ancient god!

Whether it's nothingness or a checkpoint, in fact, they are all inside the ancient god's body... Just like at this moment, Wang Lin, the eight kings of the corpse Yin sect, and the old man in black are located in the chest cavity of the ancient god.

And in this quiet space crack, the body of the ancient god who has been lying here for countless years, in the fourth of the eight dim star points between his brows, if magnified countless times, you can see "in the deepest place." , sitting cross-legged alone!

This person is a middle-aged scribe, with an arrogance in his ordinary appearance, he sits there, as if he has not moved for a long time. His name is Wujizi...

I am writing the fourth chapter, my blood is boiling, my eyes are red, this is the best state for writing orgasms!