Renegade Immortal

Qing Shui's body trembled violently, and the thorn on his chest was pulled down by Wang Lin. The thorn was pulled out several inches from the flesh. A suction force came from the wound, locking the thorn firmly. The thorns allowed Wang Lin to clearly feel when he pulled them out.

The moment he pulled the thorn, a strange breath was transmitted directly from the sharp thorn into Wang Lin's heart. At this moment, Wang Lin's heartbeat increased rapidly, and the pounding, pounding The sound, like beating a drum, came out crazily from Wang Lin's body. Thumping, thumping, the sound of the heartbeat became faster and faster. In just a moment, it almost became one, turning into a heartbreaking pain that surged through Wang Lin's body.

This first thorn sealed his heart! "At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded from behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin paused. He had not noticed anything before, but now he suddenly heard this voice. His pupils shrank, and he slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

The mountain peak where Qingshui is located floats in mid-air, separated from the colorful index finger. As his soul is released from Xuanwu, the colorful index finger slowly dissipates in the colorful world. But when Wang Lin looked back, the dissipated colorful index finger reappeared, but the colorful light on it was not strong. Faintly, under Wang Lin's gaze, the colorful index finger seemed to collapse and became a dot. The colorful crystal light did not spread, but re-condensed and transformed! A vaguely colorful figure. Although this figure was blurry, his eyes were clear and he was looking at Wang Lin.

Wang Bo was silent, the Ancient God Star point between his eyebrows rotated rapidly, and the Ancient Demon Star in his right eye also rotated. His left hand made a secret, and his right hand released the sharp thorn, and there was a faint seal inside.

Don't be nervous, you can continue to save him, I won't stop you..." The vague colorful figure spoke quietly.

Wang Lin didn't relax at all. The gaze of this colorful figure made him recognize it at a glance. It was the colorful person he saw in the blood mist screen before!

Wang Lin knew a lot about Qicai. He had a Qicai statue and saw Qicai Taoist refining Taoist spirits. He even saw the same Qicai Taoist in the ancient cemetery in the fantasy realm.

Looking at the blurred figure in front of him, he couldn't be sure whether the other person was the person who made his scalp numb, but the aura faintly coming from the other person's body did not have any fluctuations and was very calm.

The ancient legend of Taoism..., the immortal body of the immortal clan...the origin of the five paths...there are indeed many secrets in you. "The colorful blurred figure, the voice is still faint, as if coming from nothingness.

Who are you? "Wang Lin was shocked, but his expression did not change at all. If the other party was really the person he was analyzing, he would not be surprised to find out his secret.

To anyone else, any of these secrets in you would be called a great blessing...,

But for me, it is useless for the time being... The colorful blurred figure shook his head, raised his right hand and pointed towards Qingshui, looked at Wang Lin, and said quietly: "You continue, this is the opportunity I give you, If you can save him, take him away. If you can't save him, leave here... This is your only chance."

In silence, Wang Lin released the seal with his right hand, and without turning around, he grabbed Li Zhou on Qing Shui's chest. The moment he grabbed it, the aura that had rushed into his heart before was enveloped again.

Under this aura, Wang Lin's heart began to hurt violently, but he held it back, firmly grasping the sharp thorn, and slowly pulled it out.

The more he pulled it out, the more Wang Lin's heart stung, as if a hand was grabbing his heart and trying to crush it! Fortunately, his body was the body of an ancient god, and his recovery power was astonishing. At this moment, as the stinging pain struck, he was also healing rapidly.

The body inherited from ancient Taoism is indeed good... Back then, Ye Mo spent three thousand blood to preserve the seed of inheritance, and it was not wasted..." The colorful blurred figure looked at Wang Lin and spoke slowly.

At the moment when the heart pain in his body reached the extreme, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with golden light, and he violently swung his right hand outward, and immediately pulled out the first thorn from Qing Shui's chest! Qing Shui gritted his teeth and his body was shaking continuously, but he didn't make any sound. However, his face, which was covered by messy hair, had bulging veins and his expression was twisted in pain.

Blood filled Qing Shui's chest, and just as it was about to spurt out, Wang Lin's left hand kneaded directly at the mouth of his boat at an extremely fast speed. As soon as the mark was released, the blood slowly disappeared.

Wang Lin was silent. The repulsive power in his body was roaring at this moment. The interplay of immortal power and Taogu power caused sounds to continue to come out of his body. Under this repulsive power, the sharp thorns outside Wang Lin's body... One by one they collapsed.

Only those that are deeply embedded in the flesh are as if they have grown inside, taking root firmly.

At the moment when the back of the petrified Xuanwu shattered and a hundred thousand sharp thorns penetrated it, Wang Lin used the radiant shield and the ancient god's blessing. All of this was hidden in the sky full of sharp thorns, and outsiders could not see it.

But even so, it still cannot completely block the impact of this sharp thorn, and can only delay it slightly. Only male.

Standing there for a brief breath, Wang Lin's heart pain slowly dissipated. He glanced at the colorful blurred figure, threw away the sharp thorn in his hand, pressed the second sharp thorn on Qing Shui's throat, and held it fiercely. appoint. This is the colorful figure in the second chapter of Volume 10, Beixi Realm! (First update) It’s his tendons that smell the seal! "Four Old Words"

There was an undetectable twinkle in Wang Lin's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Daogu Yemo has three thousand blood, I don't know what you mean by this!"

The colorful figure seemed to laugh, shook his head and said: "If you can pull out three thorns, I can tell you a secret about Daogu..."

Wang Lin couldn't figure out the thoughts of this colorful and fuzzy person. He tried every possible means to pay attention to Qingshui since he was born and he was still a mortal. He changed Qingshui's life, leaving him always in grief, anger and despair, and finally arranged such an array here. The law is for the origin of killing.

But now, the appearance of the other party, the bursts of words, and the seemingly unconcerned look made Wang Lin question his previous guess.

In Wang Lin's opinion, the indifference in this colorful man's spiritual consciousness is not a lie, but true, and he doesn't care at all...

What is he doing..." Wang Lin silently grabbed the second thorn in Qing Shui's throat and pulled it out hard. With this pull, all the tendons in Wang Lin's body were stretched, as if His body was stretched infinitely. He had tried this kind of pain before when he opened the bow. Although the pain was severe now, he could bear it.

With a sudden tug, he pulled out the second thorn with a bang!

Qing Shui gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan. His whole body was covered with sweat as he endured the indescribable pain. Wang Lin looked pale and pressed his right hand on the third sharp thorn on Qing Shui's left arm.

This third thorn, as well as the fourth thorn on his right arm, sealed his consciousness! "The colorful man said slowly, his voice neither fast nor slow.

Wang Lin roared, and after holding the third thorn with his right hand, he suddenly pulled it outward. During this pull, his consciousness was immediately bombarded by a powerful force coming from the third thorn. It feels as if his spiritual consciousness is spreading and being severely damaged.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wang Lin pulled out the third thorn with a ferocious expression. At the same time, without any pause, he grabbed the fourth thorn on Qing Shui's right arm and pulled it out again.

With this pull, Wang Lin's severely injured consciousness was violently impacted by the force again. There was a roar in his mind, and blood spurted out again while his body was shaking. The repulsive force in his body was rolling, making his body Trembling constantly.

Qing Shui's arms dropped, and he raised his head suddenly, looking at Wang Lin. His eyes seemed to be unable to see the colorful person, only Wang Lin. That look contained sadness, relief, and excitement.

Wang Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly at Qing Shui, but soon his expression condensed. Everything around Wang Lin was reflected in Qing Shui's pupils, but in it, Wang Lin only saw his own figure, not his own. Colorful.

He can't see me...Here, only you can see me. You are a very interesting spiritual cultivator. Just like the little cultivator who believed in the source of war, which surprised me back then, you are an anomaly here... If I hadn't been sure that you had nothing to do with me, otherwise, I really wouldn't have believed it. , the work of creation is so wonderful. "The colorful figure seemed to be sighing.

He said that I have nothing to do with him... What does this mean... Believe in the source of war? Could it be that what this person is talking about is the dead Zhan Konglie, or Shao..., Old Ghost Zhan! "Wang Lin couldn't see through this colorful figure, his eyes flashed, and he slowly said: "I don't know what the blood of the three thousand Daogu means! "

The colorful man smiled, glanced at Wang Lin, and spoke softly with a hint of memory.

There was no cultivator of the ancient country here at first, let alone Taoist ancient Ye Lone... But he still came. Before his death, he scattered the blood of three thousand of his clan, including one thousand ancient gods, one thousand ancient demons, and one thousand ancient demons. Thousands of ancient demons. As the years passed, these three thousand blood either merged or diluted. This is the reason why your three ancient tribes are here. "

Wang Lin was shocked. He would not believe everything the other party said, but these words were very similar to what the remnant soul of the ancient demon inside the war drum said when he aspired for the title in the Demon Spirit Land!

The ancient demon Bello once said that Gu was the first generation of counter-cultivators and died fighting the way of heaven. After his death, the ancient clan split, and gradually there were middle gods, ancient demons, and ancient demons!

The three ancient tribes are the second generation of reverse cultivators!

Although this statement is different from what the colorful man said now, if the two are combined, there will be a clear truth!

Daogu Yemo was attracted by the Immortal Lord or the colorful person in front of him. That battle was what the ancient demon Bello called the ancient battle of heaven!