Renegade Immortal

There were nine monks standing on the nine platforms. There were no women, all of them were male cultivators, and seven of them were old men. The remaining two looked like they were about forty years old, and their eyes were gloomy and filled with murderous intent.

The smell of blood rushed into this sealed place with their appearance.

But I saw that the nine platforms were almost dyed red and full of blood! What's even more astonishing is that there are many souls floating on the nine platforms. These souls are twisting one by one and making shrill sounds.

The cultivation level of these nine people is not even weak, and five of them are all in the fourth weakest state of heaven! There are two other people who have reached the fifth level of cultivation, and there is an old man whose appearance is very conspicuous, with messy red hair like blood. On his body, there is actually a weak power of incense that permeates half the body. The half-competent person who took the third step was obviously limited to this step due to external factors. Without a large amount of incense, he would not have been able to take the complete step. As he stood there, there was a feeling. The majesty is obviously in the ancient stars, and he is also a person with extremely high status. He will not appear easily. The last person in the world is a middle-aged scribe. This person is holding a feather fan and narrowing his eyes. "There is something inside." Bursts of light flickered, and his cultivation level was only the third among the heavenly beings. But if he could occupy a place among these nine people, there must be something extraordinary about him. But this was not what shocked everyone the most. What really made everyone's eyes shrink was The platform under these nine people. Almost all the gravel platforms in the ancient cemetery are thousands of feet in size. However, one of the platforms under these nine people is actually two thousand feet long. This platform has doubled in size. It was the old man who took the third step with half a foot. "He didn't even reach the second step of the tomb platform, so he just wanted to covet the treasure of the burial place..." The old man who took the third step with half a foot had a calm look in his eyes. Wang Lin and others were swept away.

Wang Lin stared at the platform under the old man with solemn eyes and said nothing. The monks around him were even more silent, obviously seeing how powerful the old man was. They slowly gathered together, and it was as if Wang Lin was the leader.

The old man's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he immediately fell on Wang Lin. Not only him, but the monks on the other eight platforms also looked with murderous intent. A gloomy feeling immediately filled the air, as if a bloody battle was about to begin.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe whose cultivation level was only the third lowest among heavenly beings suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words into the old man's ear. The old man's eyes were focused, he glanced at the earth, and then at the earth. The ancient god held the gravel platform on his back, and then his eyes swept over Wang Lin and others.

"You, come here." The old man raised his right hand and pointed at a monk next to Wang Lin. This monk was one of the bad years who had successfully snatched the platform before. At this moment, when he was pointed at by the other party, his face suddenly turned pale.

After hesitating, he did not dare not to go out. He silently took a step forward, raised his fist towards the old man, and said respectfully: "This junior has met Master Ling Dong."

"Oh? You know me?" The old man didn't look angry.

"The name of Master Lingdu,

I am too ancient and illustrious, and the younger generation will naturally recognize it. "The monk said quickly.

"Go and break the seal on the back of this ancient god. If you can break even 10% of it, I will spare your life." Master Lingdong spoke slowly, but his words were full of meaning that could not be refused.

The monk's expression immediately changed, as if he was struggling. He nodded after a while, took a deep breath and made seals with his hands, filled with magical power, and headed straight for the gravel platform on the ancient god's back below.

In the blink of an eye, the monk arrived outside the Ancient God. He looked at the platform filled with red mist a few feet in front of him. After looking at it for a long time, he gritted his teeth and made a secret with his right hand. Immediately, an illusory shadow appeared, moving towards the mist. Suddenly, the monk's right hand turned into a shadow, and it immediately touched the mist. But at the moment it hit the mist, a roar seemed to come from the mist. In an instant, the mist suddenly extended out, like a Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed it directly towards the monk at an unimaginable speed.

Without any ability to dodge, he screamed in horror. The monk was immediately swallowed up by the red mist, and was dragged into the mist. The screams kept coming out, making people shocked: "Jie Ran is a Taoist spirit, but I don't know who it is." "The old man who took the third step with half a foot suddenly flashed with joy in his eyes. He took a step forward and suddenly came directly outside the mist. He raised his right hand and suddenly shot towards the mist. go.

At the moment when his palm was about to fall, the roar in the mist appeared again. The mist rolled violently and turned into a huge demonic figure. It blew a mouthful of red mist crazily towards the old man. The red mist was blown out and went straight to The old man left, too fast, and they bumped into each other in the blink of an eye. The roaring sound was earth-shattering in the sealed place. The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately retreated, retreating dozens of feet in a row before stopping.

"It's at least the sixth grade, but it's a pity that there are restrictions on it."

"It's the ancient soul ban." The middle-aged scribe who was the third weakest person that day flashed his eyes and slowly spoke. Of the seven people around him, there was an old man in a green robe. He narrowed his eyes and seemed to have seen some clues.

"The Ancient Soul Restriction... I don't know much about the restriction. How sure are you of breaking it?" Master Lingdong stared at the red mist platform on the ancient god's back and said in a deep voice.

·This... is only 20% certain..." The middle-aged scribe hesitated for a moment and then said.

"Two percent" Master Lingdong frowned. Wang Lin had been watching this scene. In fact, when he came here before, he had faintly seen the restriction in the red mist. This restriction was indeed the ancient soul restriction. But it also contains other forbidden techniques. It is not easy for outsiders to break it. He remained calm and watched how the nine people broke it.

Just when Master Lingdong frowned and pondered, the old man in a green robe next to him stepped forward, punched Master Lingdong, and said respectfully, "Master, there are quite a few restrictions on this." It can be easily broken, but after it is broken..." He did not finish his words, but looked up at Master Lingdong.

"If you can break it open, in addition to the Taoist spirit, if there is any magic weapon inside, it will all belong to you. And you can take away most of the treasures in the cemetery obtained by the minor cultivators here," Master Lingdong said solemnly.

The green-robed old man's eyes showed a look of ecstasy. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, Master. I have learned the art of restraint since I was a child. I dare not say anything else. But there is no restraint in the world that I cannot break. Even if Even fellow Taoist Xiao Jing is not as good as me."

His eyes swept over the middle-aged scribe, who showed a gentle smile on his face, cupped his fists and said: "Senior Gao is right, Xiao is still a late scholar in terms of restraint.

The green-robed old man laughed and said proudly: "The art of restraint is the origin of the formation. I have been studying it for nearly ten thousand years. I have already seen the clues of the great way, and I have created a ten thousand restraint breaking technique. But breaking through this fog and the restriction within this fog is not an ancient soul restriction at all. I have studied the art of restriction, but I have never heard of the name of ancient soul restriction." He said, walking straight towards the red mist, When he was a few feet away, he had a flash of light, and waved his right hand in front of him, and immediately a forbidden light flickered.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge rune. This rune was composed of restrictions and was radiant. Judging from its momentum, it actually had the momentum to faintly confront the red mist. At the moment it appeared, the people in the red mist appeared. The roar suddenly stopped, and the red mist seemed to be blown by a strong wind, moving back a little.

The old man was even more proud. He shouted with his right hand and pointed forward, and the huge rune immediately went straight towards the red mist.

"Give it to me..." The old man in green robe roared, and Fu Wen suddenly came into contact with the red mist. But at this moment, before the old man finished speaking, the red mist suddenly turned into a big mouth again. He rushed out suddenly with great speed, swallowing the runes in one bite, and even swallowed the green-robed old man's entire body into the mist.

The unfinished words turned into a shrill scream that echoed around the world.

Master Ling Dong's face seemed to have a dark look on his face. He did not expect that the other party would go forward with confidence, but this would be the result.

A chuckle came from the mouth of a monk next to Wang Lin. The one who laughed was the fat monk. His laughter immediately attracted Master Ling Dong's sinister gaze.

The fat monk, who was wearing a military robe, quickly stepped forward and walked out of Wang Lin's group. He cupped his fists towards Master Lingdong with a smile on his face. He cupped his fists and said: "Junior Xu Fu, I have met the Master." This junior is somewhat certain that the restriction within the red mist can be broken, and this junior has no connection with these people. They just happened to be teleported together. This junior also has a secret that I want to tell the seniors. There are some monks in this group of monks. One person, he is virtual..."

"If you can break through this red mist, I will spare your life, give you a magic weapon, and let you follow me." Master Ling Dong interrupted the fat monk's words. He was not interested in any secrets, the only thing he wanted to get was It's the Taoist spirit in the mist. "Don't worry, Master. I've been observing this red mist for a long time. Although I'm not completely sure, if the seniors cooperate, I'm still 70% confident that it can be broken." The fat monk was overjoyed when he heard this. , turned around and glanced at Wang Lin coldly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked straight towards the red mist, stopping ten feet away, with a cautious look on his face, his right hand like an abacus, the sound of snapping kept coming, bang. With the sound of "The abacus broke into pieces, the beads inside were flying, and suddenly turned into a restricted vortex. After the fat monk took a deep breath, he went straight into the mist. "Looking for death" Wang Lin looked calm and sneered in his heart. His eyes swept across the opponent's body, the scribe holding the feather fan, and he could clearly see that there seemed to be a flash of ridicule at the corner of the opponent's mouth.

"Although this person only has the three weak cultivation levels of heaven and human, he must be very scheming to be with these people. Perhaps this person is also plotting against this mist..." Wang Lin's mind turned into a monster, and he couldn't help but Amid the movement and expression, a restriction appeared beneath my feet...

(To be continued)