Renegade Immortal

There seemed to be an indescribable force in the darkness that made Wang Lin, after an indescribable struggle, choose to leave in the form of a rainbow.

If it were not for Taoist Master Lan Meng who allowed Wang Lin to experience the first choice, if there was not a generation of Suzaku that allowed Wang Lin to withstand the second test, his Taoist heart and his faith would slowly reach a physical level. To the point where he is a great master.

More importantly, if he hadn't entered Si Mozi's memory and seen a picture that was very similar to his own, but chose a different path, perhaps Wang Lin would have really chosen to stay... and become the master. Slave of the Lord... The Master's words hit Wang Lin's fatal point. Even after he left the range of the Fire Bird Clan, even though the Fire Bird Clan behind him was filled with the impact of the collapse of the Holy Land, a wave of flames formed a ring and headed in all directions. It roared away, destroying nearly half of the Fire Bird tribe in succession, and the flames rose into the sky behind Wang Lin.

The roar came faintly, shaking the starry sky, but Wang Lin was at a loss, but he was not awakened.

His heart seemed to be torn apart and pain hit his whole body.

I don't know how much time passed, but the confusion in Wang Lin's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a bleak look. The injuries in his body had reached the point where he had to heal them, otherwise, his cultivation would be irreversibly set back.

At his level of cultivation, ordinary injuries are not a problem, but once he is seriously injured, the seriousness of the injury is astonishing. If he is not careful, his cultivation level will fall.

Fortunately, as an ancient god, his physical body is extremely powerful in terms of recovery power. This is the most obvious difference between Wang Lin and other monks. For the same injury, it may take others a hundred years to recover, but for him, Time will be greatly shortened.

"Wan'er, believe me, I will revive you with my own hands... When the time comes, we will live with Ping'er in a mountain village where no one knows us, and we will spend our lives in silence... I will also teach Ping'er wood carving. , I want to pass on my father's craftsmanship..." Wang Lin murmured. He suddenly missed home and the starry sky in the world. Although these ancient stars were big, they did not give him the feeling of belonging.

Here, in the vast sea of ​​​​stars, you can't see the edge at a glance. The dark starry sky is dotted with bright stars, but there is no warmth. Some are just cold, and some are just the deep feeling of loneliness in Wang Lin's heart.

Wang Lin's life has been spent in loneliness for two thousand years. He has become accustomed to loneliness. The indifference on his face is not that he deliberately pretends to be it, but it is slowly growing under these thousands of years of loneliness. Yes, I don’t know any other expressions.

All he knows is indifference...and even smiles are very rare...The only thing that remains unchanged in his life is the deep hidden under the coldness, the indelible sadness that stays with him all his life. ,unhappy.

In the bitterness,

Wang Lin's injury became more serious. He staggered forward, shrank down to an inch, and left an endless distance. In a starry sky among the ancient stars, Wang Lin's figure appeared on an abandoned cultivation star.

This cultivation star may have had its glory in the past, or it may have produced monks with great supernatural powers, but at this moment, all the glory has gone with the wind and turned into sand and stones all over the ground, and there is no spiritual energy everywhere. city.

Just like an old man who has reached the end of his life, gasping and struggling, unwilling to give out his last breath.

At the moment, the eastern part of the Cultivation Star is in the cold autumn, and the gentle autumn wind is blowing the fallen leaves. The withered yellow color looks like the brown spots on the face of an old man, giving it a desolate feel.

Autumn leaves are dancing in the wind, and through the withered yellow patches, you can see a river in the distance, with its water rushing and winding to the north.

Beside the river, there was a figure in white, sitting there silently, letting the withered yellow autumn leaves blow by.

Wang Lin looked at the water. There were some autumn leaves. Perhaps the wind had blown them away, and they dispersed when they were brought here. The autumn yellow leaves floated on the river, and after getting wet for most of them, they floated into the distance.

The fallen leaves returned to their roots, but they were brought here by the wind. However, they fell into the water, but they will never be able to return to their hometown in this life. I don’t know where they were sent. Maybe after a few seasons, they will become part of the flood mud at the bottom of the river. If They have souls, and this soul, perhaps with longing, floats out of the river and returns to the hometown where it was born and raised.

Wang Lin's figure was reflected in the river, and his face was also clearly reflected. His pale face, indifferent expression, and sadness in his eyes seemed to be integrated into the river, amidst the rushing sound. , flowed far away.

"The school has gone home..." Wang Lin murmured softly.

On the way home, in addition to the world-sealing formation, there is another option, and that is a jade slip sent by the mysterious woman in the crack of the ninth-level star field of the sea of ​​​​clouds.

Back then, the woman once said that she needed Wang Lin's help in exploring a place, and gave Wang Lin this jade slip. She also told Wang Lin that if she opened the jade slip outside the boundary, she could avoid the boundary-sealing formation and return to the crack.

Wang Lin has studied this jade slip many times. There are many restrictions in it, some of which even he cannot understand clearly.

It seems that many of the restrictions inside are definitely beyond the control of monks in this world, but come from another world.

However, Wang Lin was a master in restraint after all. Although he couldn't see clearly, he still saw the possibility of the jade slip transporting him back to the crack. 70% of the time he held the jade slip and Wang Lin did not open it. , but to withdraw it into the storage space. To open the restriction in this jade slip, a certain amount of cultivation is required. This is secondly. The most important thing is that in Wang Lin's current state, he will not let himself appear there. In front of a mysterious woman whose friend or foe is unknown.

After a moment of silence, Wang Lin looked up at the blue sky and muttered to himself.

"Is he the Master..." The middle-aged man inside the colorful flames was severely injured. This man also admitted that he was the Master, but after calming down, Wang Lin couldn't help but have doubts.

This person's cultivation level fluctuates between high and low. He can fight against the Suzaku Origin Spirit, he can use the technique of fishing for the moon in a well, and he also has the art of making all the four elements empty. He knows about Si Mozi and even his own name. According to the analysis, he is indeed There is no doubt that the leader has endless conspiracies.

"The fire he cultivated also transformed into a colorful vermillion bird. He should be the third-generation evil bird...but is he really the palm master..." The reason why Wang Lin judged the third-generation evil bird as the palm master before was precisely because of his analysis However, in the ancient stars, the origin of the palm master is the most mysterious. No one knows which race he belongs to. In addition, there is another point. In the land of demon spirits, Wang Lin met a person. He later learned that this person was the palm master. Respected disciple! What this person performs is exactly the art of flames, and the art of flames cannot be practiced to that level by a seeker cultivator. He has clearly reached the point where he is about to explore the origin.

All these things made Wang Lin make a bold guess in his mind. Based on some clues, Wang Lin concluded that the third generation evil bird was the Palm Master. Because of this, the Elder Council knew the truth and reality of the Drifting Land. , But now, after seeing the palm master in person, Wang Lin became suspicious.

"Qing Lin once said that the origin of what the Palm Master cultivated was the Power of the Absolute Beginning! But from the beginning to the end, this person did not use any magical powers related to the Power of the Absolute Beginning... and most importantly, the Palm Master practiced Taoism for tens of thousands of years. , has a very deep mind, and has made many calculations in the world. The middle-aged man who admits to being the master does not seem to have such a heroic feeling... and does not seem to be powerful. Wang Lin frowned, half After the ring, there was still no answer. He sighed softly and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he took out the few remaining pills from the storage bag, swallowed them all in his mouth, sat there, closed the sun and vomited.

The autumn wind blew, and Wang Lin's figure slowly blurred, as if he had merged with the surrounding river water and autumn leaves. Even if a monk came here, he would not notice that there was a person sitting by the river.

Time passed slowly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. During these three days, the injuries to Wang Lin's soul did not improve, but no longer worsened, but most of his physical injuries recovered.

Not counting his magical powers, the power that the six-star ancient god can exert alone is equivalent to 50% of what he was when he recovered. Wang Lin knew that time was running out, and if he inflicted serious injuries on the person suspected of being the master, he would definitely set off a wave of chaos in this ancient star. It was so powerful, especially since he had an ancient pursuit order and left the land of collapse, someone would definitely come after him to claim his life.

As for the Fallen Land, the outer perimeter was probably sealed by someone with intentions when he left. If he rushed back hastily, he would never be able to enter the Fallen Land and would only fall into a trap, so he held on to everything. Time, let your cultivation level recover as quickly as possible.

But on this day, while Wang Lin was breathing out his thoughts, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed through his eyes. He felt an inexplicable feeling of panic in his heart. This feeling came after he had practiced to a certain level. , a kind of early warning from somewhere, "Something's wrong!" Wang Lin stood up, glanced around, and his expression became more gloomy. The surroundings were silent for some time, and even the autumn wind had disappeared.

It was a dark night, and a bright moon hung in the sky. The moonlight fell on the ground, and Wang Lin could clearly see that there were fine ripples on the river, which turned into ripples and vibrated like a tremor.

The autumn leaves that had fallen on the river at an unknown time also formed circles and slowly rotated.

Without thinking, Wang Lin took a step forward. The heaven and earth twisted, and ripples reverberated. With Wang Lin's step, Ben Du's body dissipated, but at this moment, when his body was about to merge into the heaven and earth, the sky shook violently. , a huge crack suddenly appeared across the sky and the earth.

A majestic coercion descended on this ordinary abandoned cultivation star, and directly from the crack, a big hand stretched out quickly, and went straight to Wang Lin, who was about to merge into the world, and killed less than five hundred people. Can you be willing to drink less than five kilograms of blood and point your sword at the sky? Need a monthly ticket!! Keep blasting! (To be continued)