Renegade Immortal

Chapter 1138 Rain

Far away from this jungle, there is a mountain range in the east of the Moro Continent. This mountain range is very strange. It does not meander like a dragon, but is connected together in a ring.

Inside this ringed mountain range is a huge basin.

Everywhere in the attic in the basin, there are bright lights in the dark night, but at this moment, there is an aura of sadness, permeating the basin, it seems that even the rain can't suppress this sadness, and even the thunder and lightning in the sky can't let it down. The sadness dissipated a little bit.

In the mountains outside the basin, there are eight huge pillars ten feet thick and thin scattered in eight directions, with no difference in the distance between them, as if growing on the mountains, slanting toward the sky.

At a distance of about ten thousand feet from the basin below, these eight stone pillars are connected to a huge Taoist temple. From a distance, the ancient Taoist temple is supported by these eight stone pillars, hanging in the air.

In addition to being majestic, this Taoist temple is very ordinary and full of simplicity, but in this simplicity, there is majesty and majesty, covering the earth. At this moment, when the rain was suddenly rapid, bursts of bells echoed in the ring mountain range.

The bell sounded solemnly, and the moment it rang, it broke through the rain and replaced the thunder, but it made the sad atmosphere in the basin below even stronger, and there was even faint crying.

In the basin, countless monks walked out of the attics, men, women, old and young, wearing Taoist robes, ignoring the rain falling on their bodies, wet hair, not using any magical powers, silently looking at the lofty Taoist temple above with sadness, whatever The rain fell on his face and flowed down his cheeks together with the tears at the corners of his eyes.

In the Taoist temple above the basin, an old man in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged. This old man had kind eyes and kind eyes, but at this moment, his face was pale and bloodless, and he sat there quietly with a calm expression.

In front of him, there were four people kneeling. These four people are three men and one woman, except for one man and one woman who are middle-aged, the remaining two are elderly.

They knelt there with sadness on their faces, but the respect in their brows was nothing less than a little bit. Especially that woman, this woman is very beautiful, with a sense of determination, but at this moment, she bit her lower lip, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, fell on the ground, and wet the ground.

"The end of being a teacher is approaching, and you don't need to be too sad... My generation of cultivators will have this day... After the teacher leaves, Gui Yuanzong will fall on the shoulders of the four of you... "The old man's eyes were kind, and he said slowly with reluctance.

"Master!" The woman cried even more,

Looking at the elder in front of him, scenes of memories emerged in his mind.

The other three looked even sadder.

"It's a pity that the old man's cultivation base has never entered the broken nirvana. Otherwise, the eighth-level Lingyuan sect and his party would not have been sucked away by the master sect and ended up like this." The old man shook his head, with a look of unwillingness. But more, it is helpless.

"Master, the Purple Dao Sect set up a formation in our Moluo Continent, and secretly entered the Alliance Star Field. Why didn't the main sect come back? The main sect wants to rain down on my Gui Yuanzong." The middle-aged man among the four, He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

The Taoist robed old man was silent, his face became paler and paler, and there was a sense of death lingering around him, he said slowly: "The master sect is like this, I think there must be a deep meaning, you should not speculate... If you are unwilling, the master sect in a hundred years will When it comes to all the branch sect competitions, let me, Gui Yuanzong, break away from the bottom position for thousands of years, as a teacher, I can laugh at Jiuquan."

The four were silent, with bitterness on their faces. The once-in-a-thousand-year division competition is a grand ceremony in the Sea of ​​Clouds star field. At that time, all sects in the entire Sea of ​​Clouds will participate. It’s just that this grand ceremony, when they return to Yuanzong, will become the end every time. Bit, will never be able to soar into the sky.

The old man in the Taoist robe was more deadly at the moment. He exhaled deeply, looked at the rain like a curtain outside the Taoist temple, and raised his dry right hand. This hand was not like this a few months ago, but Right now, it seems that half of the flesh and blood in it has been sucked dry, like a skeleton.

Seeing the old man's hand, among the four people kneeling, the woman cried more, while the other three clenched their fists fiercely, almost wanting to gnash their teeth.

The old man in Taoist robe didn't look at his right hand, but waved it in the air. Immediately, a storage crack appeared in front of him. This storage crack was purple in color. As soon as it appeared, a terrible breath emanated from it.

Immediately afterwards, a purple-black giant python slowly protruded its head. The giant python's head was several feet in size. When it appeared in the Taoist temple, there was a sense of coercion immediately.

It's just that the giant python looked a little tired, its head protruding from the crack, surrounded the old man in Taoist robes, his eyes were also sad and reluctant, and the core touched the old man's body.

"After the old man's death, this fifth-order purple-eyed python is the beast of my Guiyuanzong Zhenzong. You... treat it well..." The old man's complexion is no longer pale at this moment, but has a strange ruddy, energetic I also cheered up at once, but this excitement is like returning to the light, and the end is approaching.

"Now, let me use my last chance to use the spirit selection method to choose a son of a companion spirit for me in Guiyuanzong... I think back then, this is how my teacher was selected by your ancestors... At that time, I was just A boy from a mountain village." The old man had a reminiscing smile on his face, he made a formula with both hands, and silently closed his eyes.

The four people in front of him looked at the old man sadly. They knew that if the heads of Guiyuanzong hadn't died in a foreign land, all those who returned to the ruins would burn everything at the last moment of their lives and cast a Zeling of Guiyuanzong Dafa selects hundreds of thousands of years in the future, and on the Morro Continent, those who will be of great help to Gui Yuanzong will appear.

This supernatural power is extremely mysterious, and no one can explain the principle clearly. Even the old man in Taoist robes can't figure it out. He just knows that this Zeling Dafa has been passed down for a long time.

This supernatural power does not succeed every time. In fact, in the past countless years, the heads of the Guiyuan Sect in the past have only successfully performed this technique twice before they died... The rest were all failures, which means that at that moment, On the Moro Continent, there is no qualified person.

The last trace of vitality and primordial spirit burned in the Taoist robed old man's body, and his body also burst into blue flames at this moment, and gradually disappeared in front of his four disciples.

During this process, his spiritual consciousness was unprecedentedly clear, and he seemed to have vaguely come into contact with some mysterious rules. Under this rule, his spiritual consciousness permeated the entire Morro Continent, looking for the son of the companion spirit.

I searched over and over again, but in the end, there was still no sign of finding the Son of the Companion Spirit. With a light sigh, the Taoist robed old man understood that the Dafa of Zeling was unsuccessful.

At this moment, his body in the Taoist temple, under the burning of the blue flame, has only a vague head left, and it is about to disappear completely.

But at this moment, his clear consciousness suddenly noticed a ray of light in the rainy night in the jungle in the northern part of the Moro continent. where the teleportation array is located.

He clearly saw that in the jungle, the teleportation array lit up with light. At the same time, in that light, a white figure slowly appeared. The white hair in the night fluttered, as if the sky between heaven and earth The rain trembled, and what was even more striking was the roaring thunder, which dissipated in unison as if they were afraid of this person.

"This...he..." The Taoist robed old man's spiritual consciousness fluctuated violently. At this moment, his spiritual consciousness was clear and clear for no reason. The moment he saw the young man in white, he suddenly had a terrible guess.

This person is not monk Yunhai! !

At this moment, the young man in white raised his head, and glanced coldly at the sky. With this glance, thunder suddenly rose, and they retreated in unison. The old man in the Taoist robe was shocked, and the gaze of the white-clothed young man actually shocked him, especially at this moment he was in Zeling Dafa, fused with some mysterious rules between heaven and earth, as if he saw countless vengeful souls surrounded by the white-clothed Around the young man, there were too many of these ghosts, densely packed, staring at the young man in white with ferocious resentment, but they did not dare to approach.

These are all the people who died in Wang Lin's life at his hands!

An extreme crisis enveloped the mind of the Taoist robed old man in an instant. He frantically withdrew his consciousness, and wanted to tell his disciples the news as soon as possible, let his disciples escape immediately, and immediately inform the master of this news!

In the Taoist temple, the old man who was almost burnt out suddenly opened his eyes! This sudden move immediately made the four people in front of him look up.

"Northern..." He only had time to say these two words, the time limit was approaching, the primordial spirit collapsed, and the spiritual consciousness turned into nothingness, and all traces of it in this world disappeared.

With strong unwillingness and frantic struggle, the old man yelled two words again the moment he disappeared.

"White hair..."

The four of them stared blankly at the front, their master returned to the ruins, but the four words before leaving made them firmly remember, even though they didn't know why the master's last expression was shocked .

In Yuanzong, the bell echoed, and the crying sound in the basin dispersed with the bell, with sadness, reluctance, confusion and hesitation...

"All Guiyuanzong disciples, go to the northern part of Moluo, and look for all those who have the aptitude for cultivating the Tao, no matter their age, especially...white hair!"

In the forest in the northern part of Moro Continent, Wang Lin looked back at the sky. The rain fell on him, and the snow on his clothes was wet from the alliance star field. It turned into snow and left on his clothes. , as Wang Lin walked forward slowly, he landed on the ground in this foreign land...

The snow in the alliance, the rain in the sea of ​​clouds, at this moment, regardless of each other...

"When we leave, we will be greeted by snow, and when we arrive, we will be greeted by rain...it seems good." Wang Lin took a deep breath of the air in the sea of ​​clouds, and walked into the depths of the jungle.