Renegade Immortal

The shrill screams were hidden under the rumbling sound of the storm. In the mist, on the right shoulder of the big man from the Fengtian Wolf Clan, the figure of the girl who had been hiding and planning to plot against Wang Lin was forced out of the ancient world. In the fog of the cemetery, no matter what kind of cultivation level, you have to withstand the test, even the three-step almighty must be like this, not to mention that as soon as the figure of this mere woman who was exterminated clan appeared, she immediately violently licked her hair, and her whole body withered rapidly, and in the blink of an eye she In the blink of an eye, she was completely corroded by the mist and turned into a beauty with withered bones. However, in this mist, this woman died again. But at the moment of her death, the withered bones did not dissipate, but bursts of gray light emitted from it, and in the blink of an eye, Under the pressure, flesh and blood suddenly grew strangely. In just a moment, the dead girl was reborn again. There was unconcealable fear in her eyes. In a short period of time, she was first killed by Wang Lin. She was originally still alive. I was lucky, but as soon as I was hit by the mist, I immediately died without the slightest resistance.

Feng Yao has three lives, and two of them have died, but all of this is not the source of her fear. What she is afraid of at this moment is that even though she is reborn and has one last life, she is in this mist, this mist, killing people invisible, Even if she is reborn, if she is hit by the mist again, the consequences... will be the real death. Almost at the moment of rebirth, the girl turned pale and immediately retreated quickly, wanting to leave the mist, but how could it be her in the mist? It can be compared to the moment her body reappeared, before she could retreat far, the mist suddenly poured into her body crazily, and the girl's eyes showed despair. She had sealed the clan and was almost immortal, but at the moment, the fear of death , but it came from the sky, all of this happened between lightning and flint, and it was incredibly fast. The girl was shrouded in mist again. She was already desperate, but the mist turned inside her body and left suddenly. Not only did she not die, but There was a surge of vitality growing in her body, pouring into the center of her eyebrows, forming a number to indicate that in this short moment, the girl experienced life and death, her clothes were wet with sweat, and before she could recover, a suction force suddenly enveloped her body. , Wugu struggled in shock and was directly sucked into the depths of the mist.

There was also the scene of the big man from the Fengtian Wolf Tribe, who took a step forward of the woman and inhaled the mist deep in the mist. Wang Lin saw it clearly. In the middle of the day, he saw the scene of the girl's death and rebirth, which made his heart skip a beat. Shocked: "I killed her once before, and this weird mist killed her again, but she couldn't die! It's too strong to kill the clan...it's too strong!"

"But looking at her last expression, it doesn't look like she was faking it. The desperate look in her eyes showed her heart. If this woman dies again, she will never live again!" Wang Lin observed the details and analyzed the matter deeply. It's not difficult for him.

What really puzzled him was his current state. He was rushed by the mist, but after the mist entered his body, it did not form a digital mark between his eyebrows. Instead, it turned into an ancient god's power and was instantly swept away. The star point between his eyebrows is absorbed.

It's just that there is too much death energy in this ancient god's power, and there is even more resentment. After Wang Lin absorbed it, violence suddenly grew in his body, as if it turned into a violent breath, roaring in his body.

If he hadn't suppressed it quickly and stopped the absorption immediately, he would have been immediately disturbed by the breath. But despite this, after dispelling this violent ancient god's power, his mind felt unprecedentedly clear. This feeling was extremely obvious, as if he had traveled through summer and winter.

There is no numerical mark between his eyebrows,

In this way, he was not affected by the suction force. In the mist, Wang Lin's eyes flickered and he kept analyzing in his mind.

Gradually, his eyes became brighter and brighter. When he recalled the number mark and the direction he came from, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Those numerical signs cannot be understood by outsiders, but they are clearly ancient words! Could this be the direction that Greedy Wolf said he would leave the ancient cemetery in?" Wang Lin's heart pounded, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly Turning around, he stared straight into the depths of the mist, the direction that sucked away the man and the girl from the Fengtian Wolf Tribe.

"No wonder the mark of the ancient characters did not appear between my eyebrows... No wonder the mist entered my body and turned into the power of the ancient gods... The number between the man's eyebrows was 14... The number between the woman's eyebrows was 2q... "Wang Lin licked his lips and Sun Lu pondered.

"This place is full of dangers, and the ancient tomb is full of dangers... Go, or not!"

After taking a breath, Wang Lin's eyes showed determination. This is his character. He seeks wealth and wealth in danger! If he gives up entering the ancient cemetery and wants to encounter its opening again, I don't know how long it will take, or even his whole life. There was no such opportunity. Wang Lin's eyes flickered, his expression was cold and cautious, and he ran straight into the depths of the mist.

The more dangerous it is, the more it represents the existence of chance and good fortune. "In the ancient cemetery, let Wang go and see what kind of horror and good fortune there are! As an ancient god, entering here will definitely be better than others. More!"

Wang Lin was like a swimming fish, moving forward hurriedly, and decisively gave up absorbing the mist full of death and resentment. Although this mist could strengthen his ancient god's power, Wang Lin knew that once he absorbed it, he would He was afraid that his mind would not belong to him, but would be controlled by the death energy and resentment, and he would become like a living dead. Wang Lindu was getting faster and faster, but his expression was more cautious. Although he was not cautious, it was similar. In this life, he relied on this caution to survive life and death crises one after another. If he was reckless, he could only plot against the person who was suspected to be the leader. This was a crazy idea of ​​his. There was no clue to the idea. To be precise, it suddenly emerged after talking to a generation of Suzaku.

And in his mind, he had many natural thoughts and reasons for this matter, and even integrated the soul of Yao Yunzi to deduce calculations. He even made up his mind that once there is a master there who retreats, if his serious injuries are slightly recovered. , he immediately fled back to the realm with the jade slip.

All of this seemed to be his own thoughts and appeared naturally.

However, after escaping from the Holy Land of the Fire Bird Clan, when Wang Lin began to doubt whether the middle-aged man was the Master, he had a terrible doubt... This doubt made him feel cold. "Why did I do what I did?" Such a crazy thing, giving rise to such a crazy idea..." But as soon as this doubt appeared, it immediately dissipated in his mind. It seemed that other things naturally disturbed him, making him almost forget when he doubted the identity of the master. , there was such a doubt.

But in S·1, after entering the mist, his mind suddenly became clear. It was as if the inside of the mist and the outside world were two different worlds. There was an unknown power that came to Wang Lin at some time. After he entered the mist, he was blocked by the disappearance of this mysterious force. Wang Lin's doubts that had been dissipated rose again, but became more and more intense. In just a moment, he broke out in a cold sweat. .

Turning back suddenly, Wang Lin stared at the rolling fog behind him. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the endless, see through the fog, and see the calm ancient stars.

After a long time, Wang Lin looked away, with a hint of fear in his eyes. He had never felt this way in his life. The more he recalled the scenes after he came to the ancient star, the more Wang Lin felt like there was a force. Control yourself in the dark.

After a moment of silence, the fear in Wang Lin's eyes was replaced by a cold light. He pondered carefully for a long time and determined that entering the ancient cemetery was a decision he made after his own analysis, rather than turning around and heading straight into the depths of the mist after appearing.

His speed was getting faster and faster, almost turning into a rainbow. As he continued to approach the depths of the mist, he saw struggling monks being swept sideways by the suction force and whizzing past them.

These people all have numbers marked between their eyebrows, 45, 71..." Wang Lin gradually approached the deepest part of the fog in silence, and saw from a distance a ferocious crack in the fog. The world in the crack, there was no The mist was distorted, but Wang Lin could still see at a glance that on top of the floating rubble inside, there was a ferocious head of Qi Ancient Cemetery. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward. He was about to step into the crack, but at this moment, the surrounding fog suddenly roared. Wang Lin suddenly turned his head to look, but his eyes shrank.

I saw the mist rolling behind me, roaring continuously, but from it, a person slowly walked out. This person was a middle-aged scribe, but his appearance was extremely handsome, vaguely like a woman! But he was slightly pale at the moment, obviously It was very difficult for him to get here.

His body is surrounded by nine strange statues. This statue has no head, and has nine expressions, such as anger, joy, sadness, etc. Each statue has a different expression. They surround the female-like scribe, scattered around. Bursts of pale yellow light came from the mist, causing the soldier to come here. The scribe's eyebrows also had no numerical marks! He saw Wang Lin, with a look of surprise on his tired face. Wang Lin's expression was as usual. But there was a big wave in his heart. He clearly knew how powerful the mist was, but the person in front of him actually walked here without speaking. Wang Lin turned around and stepped directly towards the crack, about to enter the ancient cemetery. "This person Fellow Taoist, can you help me?" A very pleasant female voice came from the scribe's mouth.

In the ancient stars, there is a huge palace floating in the boundless starry sky. This starry sky seems to be hidden in the ancient stars, and no one can find it.

The palace was slightly dim, with only a few candles burning in varying degrees of light and darkness, making a slight popping sound.

By the light of the fire, you can faintly see that there is a well on the ground of the palace. There is water in the well, and the water surface is like a mirror. Three candlelights are reflected, making it impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

A figure whose whole body was shrouded in a black robe, with no trace of his appearance, stood silently by the mouth of the well, looking at the water. In the water, in addition to the three candlelights reflected, there was also a white figure.

This figure was clearly Wang Lin! Wang Lin's figure was surrounded by the three candlelights, like a seal. But the moment Wang Lin stepped into the mist in the ancient stars, the water tank in the well in the palace , there were ripples and tremors, as if disturbed by a force that did not belong to this world. In the tremors, Wang Lin's figure twisted, and finally gradually dissipated.

"The ancient tomb suddenly opened, disrupting my plan... It's a pity... it's a pity... fishing for the moon in the well is just a hair away..." The man hidden in a black robe looked at all this with a calm, hoarse old voice. As he murmured, he raised his right hand, revealing his dry fingers and his slender, slightly curved nails, which touched the water.

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