Renegade Immortal

The sea of ​​fog roared below, fog pillars rose into the sky, and murderous intent filled the world. In this area, there were forty-three platforms that could be stepped on by monks, and there was a monk standing on each of them.

Except for a few extremely lucky monks, most of those who were able to occupy a platform alone in the first wave were those with advanced cultivation and ruthless behavior.

There are even five or six people who are even more scheming. Although they have not seen any clues about this place in advance, their cautious character makes them kill all cultivators who compete with them to seize the platform in advance to prevent any danger.

Now that the situation is clear, and after knowing that the only way to survive is to step on the platform alone, the hundreds of monks who have no platform to go to are all red-eyed. In order to survive, even brothers seem to have to fight.

Suddenly, these hundreds of monks rushed straight to the forty-three platforms in a frenzy. In the chaos, Wang Lin had no time to check which monks occupied the remaining forty-two platforms. When he made a seal with his hands, air waves surrounded them. All around, an air curtain formed to stop the incoming crowd of scholars.

Among these more than ten monks, the one with the highest cultivation level is an old man who has reached the fourth decline of heaven and human beings. The rest of the monks have different cultivation levels, but the weakest one is also in the late stage of pure nirvana.

Although these people were not at the highest level of cultivation, under the crisis of life and death, they had unleashed their full potential. In addition, there were quite a few of them, rushing straight to Wang Lin's platform from all directions.

With a loud bang, the magical powers of the more than ten monks passed through Wang Lin's dispersed air curtain. The air curtain vibrated and suddenly became distorted. The more than ten monks frantically launched all available techniques. , and even took out the magic weapon, all in a race against time. Wang Lin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with a cold snort, he waved his right hand outward, but it turned into a huge palm print and swept around. From a distance, this As the palm prints rotated, a huge vortex was formed.

The roaring sound was earth-shattering, and the palm print swept across, immediately filling the air with magical power. Most of the more than ten monks who were trying to rush to the platform rolled back as the strong wind from the palm print blew.

The sea of ​​fog roared, and a large number of fog pillars rose into the sky. Including some monks outside Wang Lin's platform, as well as the monks around who were trying to snatch the other platforms, dozens of people died under the pillars of fog amidst the screams. .

The smell of blood filled the air, and the lingering sound of screams still lingered, making these hundreds of monks without the protection of the platform each and every one of them became even more crazy. They roared and roared, and rushed into every platform like crazy.

At Wang Lin's place, after some of the more than ten monks had died, there were still nine people left. At this moment, they came in a hurry with red eyes. Various magic weapons flashed out from their bodies, and in conjunction with magical powers, they struck with a bang.

Wang Lin's eyes were filled with cold light.

With a cold snort, he took a step forward and came to a middle-aged monk in a blink of an eye. The middle-aged monk looked ferocious. The moment Wang Lin appeared, he opened his mouth and a light sword came out of his mouth and went straight to Wang Lin. .

This middle-aged monk looked like he was declining in cultivation. The moment the Nether Light Sword flashed out, the two fingers of Wang Lin's right hand were faster than the flying sword, and they directly hit the man's eyebrows.

Yuan Li rushed into this person's body crazily, and with a bang, the middle-aged monk's body collapsed and Wushen perished. But it did not dissipate, but turned into a blood mist, which was all sucked into Wang Lin's body.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning. After Wang Lin killed the person, he took a step to the side, but he easily avoided the oncoming dim light flying sword. In one step, he came behind the old man Baifen.

Without pausing, he raised his left hand and slapped it casually, and landed on the back of the old man's heart with a bang. The old man was about to turn around, but when his body was shaken, it collapsed into blood mist and "sucked into Wang Lin's left hand.

Wang Lin licked his lips, swayed, and appeared next to another young monk. The young man's face was pale and he hurriedly stepped back without any hesitation. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his hands, and the blood was exactly the same. It turned into a huge bloody skull in mid-air, and with a silent roar, it went straight towards Wang Lin to devour him. Not only did Wang Lin not dodge, but he went straight towards the young monk. Seeing that the bloody skull was about to be swallowed up, Wang Lin's eyes showed a strange light, and he roared forward fiercely, despite the roar of the surrounding fog. , there are countless monks fighting, the sound is fierce, but under Wang Lin's low roar, all the sounds seem to be completely suppressed, replacing everything, the bloody skull rises up in a shocking way, but it is in this roar As if being swept by an irresistible strong wind, it suddenly dissipated. The strong wind blew and rushed straight towards the retreating young monk. He had no way to dodge. He was swept by the strong wind in an instant. His body was as if made of dust, and was blown away by the wind. It turned into a bloody smoke and disappeared.

Clean and sharp, he killed three people in a row, but the killing did not stop. Although the remaining six people were aware of all this, at this moment, they retreated or died. They had to grab them. They gritted their teeth and hung in the air while Wang Lin left the platform. " Go straight to the platform and step inside.

"I don't know whether to live or die! Wang Lin's words were cold. If these six people left here, he would not kill them all. But now these six people are stubborn. Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed forward three times as he stepped forward. In an instant, the sword energy surged to the sky. As he stood up, thousands of sword energy roared out from the fingers of Wang Lin's right hand, transformed into three parts, and headed straight for the three fastest people.

Amidst the roar, a purple light curtain appeared out of thin air. It was lifted up by the middle-aged monk's hands and turned into a huge light curtain, blocking the sword energy.

Under the roar, the middle-aged man spurted out blood, rolled back, and the light curtain in front of him collapsed. The sword energy quickly approached and rushed into his body, causing the man's body to tremble and collapse.

There is also the middle-aged woman, who also looks pale and wants to dodge. Although her cultivation level is not high, her speed is extremely fast, otherwise she would not be able to get closer before others.

At this moment, he hurriedly dodged, almost dangerously, and moved half of his body away at the moment when the sword energy came. Under the roar, his right shoulder collapsed into pieces of flesh, but he avoided death while screaming.

Among the three people, one was dead and the other was injured. The last one was the old man who was the fourth weakest among the gods. The old man made a seal with his hands, and his body was suddenly filled with nine black dragons. The dragons roared and spun rapidly outside his body, making a banging sound. Next, under the constant impact of the sword energy, the old man retreated crazily. Even as he retreated, he raised his right hand and grabbed it to the side, but he grabbed a monk next to him and blocked him in front of him.

All the sword energy entered the body of the captured monk and tore his body into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin killed three people and then three more. At this moment, only the last three people were left in mid-air on the platform. Wang Lin's clothes were snow-white, with no traces of blood on them. He landed in front of him on the platform in one step. Where he stood, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the three people and said in a cold voice: "Get out."

The female cultivator who had lost her right arm was pale. Although death was scary, here she felt a fear that was stronger than death. In her eyes, the white cultivator was like an invincible mountain. She didn't want to die, so she had to retreat and go to the other platforms to snatch the old man who was the fourth weakest person on that day. His face was also pale and he turned around and retreated without hesitation. The last person left had the weakest cultivation and the slowest speed, so the West However, he avoided the killing attack from Wang Lin, and now he retreated hastily with his soul shattered.

There was a sudden roar, but it was a platform in the distance, and a thousand-foot mist rushed up and filled it, causing all six monks who stepped on it at the same time to perish.

Before it ended, the thousand-foot mist appeared under another platform again and destroyed it.

In a short period of time, only twenty-eight of the thirteen platforms were left. The number of hundreds of monks who had no place to live on the platform dropped sharply, leaving only less than eighty people.

Wang Lin stood on the platform and looked coldly. No monk around him dared to approach. The previous scenes of killing and calamity were enough to shock people's hearts.

When Wang Lin glanced at him, he saw the girl who had exterminated her clan. This woman occupied a platform. The light between her eyebrows flickered while she was cross-legged. However, there was a soft light that enveloped the platform. Despite the siege of the surrounding monks, It was just twisting and shaking, but it didn't collapse.

In addition to this girl, there were five other people who also attracted Wang Lin's attention.

The first person was naturally the hip-length woman in white. The woman just stood there silently, looking at the horizon in the distance. All the monks who approached the platform immediately screamed miserably before they could step in. There was black blood left in his eyes, and black energy spread all over his body, as if he had been poisoned.

There is another person, a middle-aged monk. This man is wearing cloth, holding a pot of wine in his left hand, and a seven-foot-long sword in his right hand. "An ancient saying goes...three cups of Turanuo, the five mountains will be lighter..." ..." The middle-aged monk took a sip of wine and swung his long sword casually, but no movement was seen. The tip of the sword penetrated the forehead of a monk who rushed up. When he drew the sword, the dead monk A stream of blood spurted out from the center of his eyebrows and fell on the platform, forming the shape of a plum blossom.

On that platform, more than a dozen bloody plum blossoms bloomed. There was even one person, a man in purple robe. This man's expression was gloomy, filled with a sense of death. His big sleeves were swung horizontally, and there was a thousand-foot fierce fish behind him. Wandering around, swallowing up all the monks nearby with the fishy wind.

The last two people, one is as thin as a pestle, extremely tall, wearing black clothes, with their eyes always closed. Their figures are so fast that even Wang Lin can hardly see them clearly. In the flickering, afterimages seem to remain. On the same spot, the monks around him screamed death one by one. Every person who died had their souls drawn out and their bodies fell into the sea of ​​fog below.