Renegade Immortal

“Fortunately, in this valley of the Savage Star, he is, and so is he.

The ninth sharp thorn was in the spine of Qing Shui's back, running through his entire spine. Not even an inch emerged from it, but it was all deep inside. Even the wound could not be seen, as if it had grown inside out of thin air.

The unconscious Qing Shui's face was still twisted with pain, but at the same time, there was also a trace of relief and happiness. This relief was because of Wang Lin, and this happiness was also because of Wang Lin.

After a brief breath, Wang Lin's tired look dissipated slightly. He took a deep breath, lifted the unconscious Qing Shui up, and fixed his body with his back facing him. His eyes were like lightning, staring at his thin back.

The spines on its back are all bulging, which looks shocking.

After a long time, Wang Lin looked solemn. He slowly raised his right hand and pressed his index finger slowly on the spine of Qing Shui's back, as if he was looking for something. His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was thinking.

"Fortunately, it has not been completely fused with its spine. If it takes some time, once it is completely fused, then this thorn will never be removed... What it seals is not only the physical body, but also the soul of Senior Brother Qingshui. Even if it is It would be the same if he had another physical body... Wang Lin groaned and suddenly moved his index finger, directly piercing the first vertebra on Qing Shui's back.

Qing Shui was shaken, opened his eyes, and gritted his teeth to prevent the pain from spreading.

"Brother, the pain of this ninth thorn will be more severe than the previous eight..." Wang Lin spoke softly.

"I have suffered pain all my life and am used to it." Qishui's voice was hoarse, but it was calm and without any fluctuation.

There was sadness in Wang Lin's eyes. After sighing, he no longer hesitated and whispered: "Hold it."

"As he said that," he thrust his right hand deep inward, directly breaking the flesh and blood on Qingshui's back and piercing into his spine. His fingers were like electricity and he pinched inwards.

Immediately, a weak sharp thorn was pinched directly by Wang Lin's fingers.

Qing Shui's face was pale and cold sweat broke out, but he gritted his teeth and turned the pain into a flame of hatred, burning in his eyes.

Wang Lin pinched the weak sharp thorn and slowly pulled it outward. "This feeling is like using it on a rough penis, and few people can bear the pain."

Wang Lin's expression was extremely solemn, and he did not let his fingers tremble at all. He pinched the sharp thorn and slowly pulled it out. Qingshui would tremble and groan with every inch he pulled out. His hands gripped the ground tightly, grabbing directly. Out of the pit.

Wang Lin couldn't see Qing Shui's expression.

All his energy was spent on those two fingers. As he slowly pulled up, he always maintained a gentle speed. He did not dare to be too violent. The sharp thorns were soft. Although they were not completely fused with Qingshui's spine, most of them were fused. In this way, he had to Be more careful.

Time passed and the ninth sharp thorn was very long. It took half a stick of incense to pull out most of it. There was sweat on his forehead, but he ignored it and kept looking at the sharp thorn.

The sharp thorn that was pulled out was all black." A large amount of black blood dripped on the ground, making a squeaking sound.

"Pull it out at once!" Qing Shui's calm voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth and reached Wang Lin's ears.

Wang Lin was silent, and in an instant, he pulled out his right hand fiercely. With a whoosh, he completely pulled out all the sharp thorns from Qingshui's spine. Black blood sprayed out, and Qingshui even spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth. His back was high. The bulging spine slowly calmed down from the weird squirming.

The sound of violent breathing came from Qing Shui's mouth. His eyes were red, and it took a long time to calm down. He made a fist with his hands and began to meditate and breathe out.

Wang Lin looked pale. After throwing away the sharp thorn, he closed his eyes and meditated. When he pulled out the ninth thorn, he felt the same pain, as if his own bone marrow was being pulled out again. Although the pain was not as strong as that of Qingshui, it was still very intense.

Half an hour later, Wang Lin opened his eyes.

"Senior brother, this is the last one...," Wang Lin said softly.

Qing Shui breathed out slowly, turned around and faced Wang Lin, silently looking at the former junior brother in front of him, his tired expression, and the red dry blood all over his body, his eyes were soft.

"You have grown up...," a smile appeared on Qing Shui's face. The junior brother in front of him is no longer the little monk who had to stand in front of him to block the wind and rain, but has become a generation of strong men who can shake the stars. .

Wang Lin looked at Qingshui and smiled. Although this smile was tired, it revealed his true happiness.

"Do you have any wine?," Qingshui waved his hands. His body had been imprisoned for many years, and now he felt a little strange.

Wang Lin nodded and raised his right hand to grab the void. A crack appeared in the storage and a wine bottle flew out from it. Baidu Xianni Bar

Qing Shui laughed, grabbed the wine bottle, put it in his mouth and took a big sip. The spicy feeling spread throughout his body, making him exhale a long breath, and handed the wine bottle to Wang Lin.

After Wang Lin took it, he also put it to his mouth and took a big drink. A burning feeling came out of his body. He looked into Qing Shui's eyes and laughed at the same time.

The two of them laughed extremely happily. This kind of hearty and heroic laughter was rare in Qingshui, and the same was true for Wang Lin.

"After this thorn is taken out, I can restore my cultivation and become much more refined! The origin of killing, the origin of killing..." Qing Shui said, his expression showed sadness that had been deleted, but it was deeply hidden by him. , took another sip from the liquor bottle in Wang Lin's hand.

"Come on, take out the last thorn." Qing Shui put down the wine bottle, with his eyes gleaming, Wen Yin allowed Wang Lin to see Qing Shui back then!

"This last sharp thorn is in the blood vessels all over your body! This thorn is probably the longest one." Wang Lin looked at the bulging things in the blood vessels on Qing Shui's body and spoke slowly. Baidu Xianni Bar

"Start from here. I remember that this sharp thorn entered from here." Qing Shui looked thoughtful. After concentrating for a moment, he raised his right hand and pointed at the heart of his chest. Under his finger, a line immediately appeared on his chest. "Bloody scars" where the flesh and blood were separated, exposing the cyan blood vessels underneath.

Taking a deep breath, Qingshui pinched hard without thinking, and the blood vessel was actually pulled out of the wound by him. His expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be in any pain, but the contraction of his pupils was enough to explain his current condition. How deep the pain is.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he raised his right hand and waved it forward, directly cutting off the blood vessels flowing out of Qing Shui's chest. As soon as the blood vessels were cut, the blood was about to spray out, but Wang Lin immediately used the Seal Technique to solidify one end, followed by both hands. Insert your fingers deep into the blood vessel at the other end and pinch inward as it expands.

As if he had caught something, Wang Lin suddenly pulled outwards. Qing Shui's body trembled sharply like never before. Qi Zhou's face suddenly turned pale after some recovery, but he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, staring at the blood vessels in his chest. With a tug, half of the purple thorn was pulled out!

The sharp thorn was softer, like a snake, and was still twisting when it was caught in half.

Every time he twisted, the cold sweat on Qingshui's forehead would increase. He simply grabbed the wine bottle next to him, put it in his mouth and took another sip.

The moment he drank the sip of wine, Wang Lin held the purple sharp thorn in his right hand and pulled it outwards. The sharp thorn was twisted and was pulled out seven feet long. The clear water turned blue, and his lips Trembling, waves of low roars came from his mouth. He stared at the sky, the anger in his eyes burning again. Under the severe pain, he crushed the wine bottle he was holding in his right hand, and the wine inside was Sprayed and fell all around.

"Wang Lin, do you have any strong liquor...?"

In silence, Wang Lin raised his left hand to grab the void, and a cyan wine pot appeared. It was not filled with wine, but the blood of the Flame Dragon given by Old Suzaku!

This blood is fierce!

Qing Shui took the flask, put it in his mouth and drank it. He took a long breath and laughed: "It smells fishy, ​​but it is also sweet. This is not wine. This is clearly blood, but this blood wine is strong enough! Wang Lin , take out all these sharp thorns."

Wang Lin's eyes were solemn, he grabbed the sharp two fingers and yanked outward, and under Qing Shui's low roar, he pulled out most of it! Countless veins bulged in Qing Shui's body, condensing towards his chest as he squirmed.

Even more so during Wang Lin's tug, the solidified cultivation within Qing Shui's body was loosened, and a wave of evil aura rose from the sky, turning into billowing black clouds and filling the sky. The murderous aura was extremely strong in this instant!

Pieces of black snow slowly fell from the clouds and scattered across the earth.

"You take a rest, I'll do it myself." Qingshui's eyes flashed coldly, and he stood up directly. He put the wine bottle in his right hand to his mouth and took another sip. He raised his left hand to grab the purple thorn on his chest and thrust it outward. The ground tugged.

With a bang, the squirming veins all over his body became more intense, and many of the purple sharp thorns were pulled out by the clear water.

"I have sealed this immortal for all these years. Today, please come out to me!" Qingshui's voice was extremely cold, as if he didn't care about the pain. He grabbed the last purple thorn on his chest and pulled it, but heard a roar. With a sound, the sharp thorn was actually pulled in half by him!

The disconnected half that was connected to the blood vessel immediately shrank, as if it wanted to return to the blood vessel to hide. Qing Shui didn't even look at it. After throwing away the snake-like twisted thorn in his hand, he formed a sword with his two fingers, and an earth-shattering force flowed out. The aura of the origin of killing suddenly filled the air, and he pressed his fingers instantly on the blood vessel in his chest.

"Since you don't want to come out, then just die in my body!" The moment Qing Shui's fingers fell, the black snow falling from the sky and the earth came quickly and went straight to his chest, and even more so that Wang Lin was moved. The killing source followed Qing Shui's two fingers and rushed crazily into the blood vessels in his body.

Banging sounds continued to come from Qing Shui's body, and the wriggling veins on his body immediately sounded like screams. They soon calmed down, but the sharp thorns that looked like living creatures, in an instant, He was directly killed by Qing Shui's killing source inside his body.

Qing Shui's body was shaken, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a large amount of black blood. His thin body expanded directly, slowly grew flesh and blood, and returned to its former appearance.

At this moment, the killing source in his body erupted directly into the sky. The world was instantly dark, and under the black snowflakes, an illusory door suddenly appeared at the end of the sky!

The gate to the sky!

The outbreak is not over yet, I am writing the fourth update! Fellow Taoists who have monthly tickets in their hands, I clasp my fists at you!