Renegade Immortal

He kept searching in the tenth day, but in the end, Hu Lin found the destiny auras of many people, but he still couldn't find Qing Shui and Situ. Similarly, he also couldn't find the one who was crucial to him. woman.

Until his consciousness returned to his body from the Ninth Yang, he opened his eyes. The flash of confusion in his eyes made Wang Lin seem to be stunned in this world at this moment.

"Why don't the fates of Situ and Qingshui exist here...Do they disdain this House of Tears..." Wang Lin's eyes became more confused.

He recalled seeing Yi Shui, seeing Taoist Hua Qicai in the Zhaohe Colorful Realm, and seeing Qingshui being watched by Qicai Taoist everywhere in his life. Wang Lin still vividly remembers that strange gaze to this day.

"That look can vaguely explain why Qing Shui's destiny is not in this ninth sun... It's just the Secretary..., I know a lot about Situ, Shao..., his talent is amazing, his cultivation will increase sharply every time he meets Counting...could all of this be the reason why his destiny is not in the Ninth Yang!" Wang Lin was silent, looking at the ground below. He seemed to have caught some thoughts, but these complicated thoughts were... It was covered by layers of fog, preventing him from conveying his complete thoughts.

"There is also Yunzi that day. I have never been able to figure out what this person is thinking in his heart. Perhaps he is the only one who knows where he is in this world... Even now that I have reached the middle stage of ethereal cultivation, for heaven and earth, Yunzi is still a little afraid... This person's secrets have many roots and are very deep, which is scary!" Wang Lin looked at the ninth sun that was emitting dazzling light in front of him, and a cold light gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Wan'er's aura of destiny is different from that of Situ, Qingshui and others. There are traces of the epidemic here, indicating that it should exist, but right now I can't find who took away Wan'er's aura of destiny!!"

The cold light in Wang Lin's eyes became more and more intense, and in the end it was almost full of coldness. He raised his head and looked at the dim sky, the coldness in his eyes turned into murderous intent.

"Wan'er is just an ordinary woman. Her destiny would not have been noticed by anyone, but now it has been taken away. No matter who takes her away, I, Wang Lin, swore an oath in this ancient fairyland to take her away. If someone changes his destiny, then in heaven and on earth, even in the Xiangang Continent, I, Wang Lin, will definitely wash out the Xiangang with blood just like the Teng family did in the past!!!"

Wang Lin's reverse scale is Wan'er. Now seeing Wan'er's destiny taken away, it's like a heart-like pain coming out of his chest and mouth. Under this pain, Wang Lin will go crazy!

The more a person knows, the more he knows, and the more he understands, the more painful he will be. This is the case for Wang Lin at this moment. Perhaps if he had a choice, he would choose not to know everything and become a mortal. Live your life and end your life.

But now, now that he knows,

Now that he understands, he has no way out. Wan'er's destiny has been taken away by others and is missing. He must find it and make Wan'er transcend fate like himself. Only in this way can Li Muwan wake up. The first step!

After seeing the fate of all the beings in the Ninth Yang, Wang Lin understood all this. What he was doing now was to resurrect Li Muwan and revive Li Muwan.

The murderous intent in his eyes was gradually hidden by Wang Lin. His expression was gloomy. Without even looking at the ninth sun beside him, he turned around and took a step towards the earth below.

Statues of the three ancient tribes stood on the ground. A cold north wind whistled by, picking up countless grains of sand on the ground and raising dust, covering the sky and the earth.

Looking around, there is no life on the earth. There are only ravines and deep pits on the ground between the statues.

Those ravines were left in a certain battle before the ancient times, and the same is true for the deep pits everywhere, like scars and pits, leaving traces of the plague on this earth over the years.

The roar of the wind can only take away the dust from the scarred appearance, but it cannot blow away the breath of heaven and earth left behind by the magical powers of the past.

His body landed on a statue of an ancient god. Wang Lin stood there, his white hair blown away by the north wind. His white shirt made a sound of continuous blowing. The wind whimpered by his ears. Wang Lin's eyes slowly calmed down. , after a long time, he lowered his head and glanced at the statue under him.

The ancient god of this statue has died, but there is still a strange power inside. It is this power that allows the statue to wake up at any time, become a puppet that has lost its existence, and become the so-called messenger of heaven.

"The three ancient tribes have become the guards of the House of Tears. It's sad, pathetic, and hateful!" Wang Lin shook his head and placed his right foot on the statue below. The moment he jumped up, a roaring sound came from the statue, and he saw a A crack immediately appeared where Wang Lin's right foot touched, spreading rapidly to the surroundings, completely covering the statue almost instantly.

With a violent rumbling sound, the statue collapsed and shattered into countless rubbles, scattered on the ground.

"Ashes will return to ashes, soil will return to soil. Since we have died in battle, we should not hold on to the remaining ambitions of living. Death on the battlefield is the best destination for people like us!" Wang Lin waved his sleeves and said to Taking a step forward, wherever he passed, all the sculptures, whether they were ancient gods, warriors, demons, or ancient demons, were being swung to pieces and collapsed one by one.

"I won't destroy you today. If you wake up in the future, you will definitely become puppets in the chaotic world..." Wang Lin sighed softly, raised his right hand and smacked it forward. With a bang, an ancient statue collapsed into pieces. The rewinds spread out.

As the statues transformed by the deaths of the three ancient tribes continued to collapse, the auras of the ancients, ancient demons, and ancient gods came out from the collapsed statues, turning into smoke and drifting in the world, forming a A vague shadow.

These phantoms are what they looked like when they were alive, and their injuries can even be seen from the phantoms. At this moment, these three ancient tribes looked confused after they emerged, but they soon understood everything, bitterly Zhong bowed to Wang Lin, and his figure twisted into shreds of tobacco. As he turned, he turned towards Wang Lin and merged with Wang Lin's body.

As Wang Lin walked forward, all the statues in the sky and the earth he passed were crumbling. The roaring sound, and the countless fists in the sky that looked like phantoms of relief. At first glance, it was shocking and at the same time, even more... There is a deep sadness emanating from each figure.

Wang Lin did not speak and walked silently step by step. Accompanied by the sound of roaring, there are those poetic shadows bowing to each other, and the auras of countless ancient three clans are integrated into the center of his eyebrows, the left eye, and the star point in the right eye.

The land is vast, and under the roar of the statue's collapse, the whimpering north wind carries the sorrow away, constantly blowing it away. The whine is like a murmur, seeming to tell each past event.

I don't know how much time passed, but in front of Wang Lin, a huge statue of Yihua, about several thousand feet high, appeared. There were nine star points in the eyebrows of this statue. Although the ninth star was still slightly blurry, it was already With the prototype in place, the ancient god of this statue is infinitely close to the peak of the Nine Stars.

He stood there, raising his right hand to make a fist, with only half of the fist raised. His expression contained pain and unwillingness, and his body was solidified by a force and became a statue.

On his body, he wore a simple set of armor, but even that armor became part of the statue.

This is the ancient god that Wang Lin has seen the most stars along the way. Standing in front of the statue of this ancient god, Wang Lin seems to be able to vaguely feel the shocking power of this ancient god. He danced half of his fist like this, as if he could It blasted open the world and killed countless monks.

The open eyes showed reluctance. As long as they looked at each other, they seemed to be able to hear in their hearts a roar from eternity ago that came from the statue.

Standing in front of the statue, Wang Lin was silent for a while. After bowing with his fists, he suddenly waved his right hand towards the statue. Without any sound, countless cracks appeared on the statue. The cracks continued to spread with the sound of cracking. , finally engulfed the statue. With a violent roar, the statue's body began to collapse.

However, at the moment of its collapse, a vortex suddenly rotated rapidly in the center of the statue's eyebrows, where the nine star points were connected to form a ring.

As it rotated, the forehead of the statue seemed to melt, and a sharp roar immediately came out from the vortex. Wang Lin's eyes froze. In fact, he had noticed it as early as the moment the vortex appeared, and he looked around .

I saw a dry hand, carrying countless mucus, stretched out from the whirlpool between the statue's brows. As it stretched out, a gloomy aura spread out, permeating all directions.

This aura completely spreads from the withered right hand. This hand seems to represent death, containing supreme majesty, and bursts of command light are faintly shining from the hand.

The sharp roar became more intense, and the withered hand grabbed hard to the side, as if it was about to come out from the bottom of the whirlpool. The roar became clearer, and in just a moment, it was earth-shattering.

"You disturbed my immortal's sleep, you destroyed my healing embryo, and you committed a capital crime... No matter where you come from, you must die... Not only will you die, but your tribe will also die. I will be buried with you! If you destroy the embryonic body, your body will become my embryonic body... You..."

"Noisy!" Before the voice could finish, Wang Lin interrupted with a groan. He took a step forward, raised his right hand and grabbed the dry hand like lightning, and looked out with a cold light in his eyes. Pull.

"You are in so much pain, so I will help you out! Get out!" Wang Lin roared, and with a tug, a powerful force rose up. The statue collapsed completely with a bang, and a naked man The thin figure was pulled out by Wang Lin and violently thrown towards the ground.

The ground shook, and a wave of air rose up. A large pit was created in the ground. Wang Lin jumped forward and went straight into the pit!

"As long as there are living people, whether you are an immortal or a cultivator, Wang wants your memories."

I go home today and owe a chapter. Tomorrow Ergen will burst into four chapters. It will not be one day, but a few more days. I will try to make up for the chapters I owe this month as quickly as possible! I feel sorry and bow with my fist