Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin lowered his right hand, and used his majestic cultivation to condense his consciousness like a flood directly into the skinny old man's heavenly spirit. It turned into a silent roar, sweeping up the consciousness and all flesh and blood in the old man's body.

Suddenly there was a banging sound coming from the old man's body. His expression was distorted, as if he had endured unimaginable pain. In this pain, the old man was bleeding from all his orifices. His body was shaking violently under the body-fixing technique.

In just a moment, the old man's calming skills dissipated slightly in the severe pain, causing the old man's pain to turn into shrill screams.

He wanted to break free from Wang Lin's control, but no matter how hard he struggled, Wang Lin's right hand was as hard as a mountain, holding on to the old man Tianling, leaving him with no chance to escape.

The brutal roar made the old man sweat profusely all over his body, his eyes showed a look of despair, and his whole face turned pale.

"You have committed the crime of killing immortals, and you will not die a good death!! I am a scholar-immortal under the command of Lord Immortal. I have immortal blood. If you kill me today, there will be disaster in the future!"

"There's a lot of nonsense." Wang Lin looked calm, and with a fierce squeeze of his right hand, his spiritual consciousness rushed into the old man's body again, condensing into his sea of ​​consciousness, trying to obtain all his memories.

At the same time that Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness entered the memory of the skinny old man, deep in the ancient fairyland, in the center of the many statues that filled the earth, there were four huge statues of the three ancient Qitian tribes standing.

The surroundings were quiet, as if it had been like this since ancient times. At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed from one of the statues.

"Suzaku, your descendant's cultivation is not weak, but you are overestimating your capabilities. You actually want to search the memories of Shixian! Although Shixian is not as good as us, he has the blood of an immortal. How can he be the descendant of this little ant? You can search." The voice sounded mockingly.

"He came through the third step of the heavenly tribulation, and even extracted his own destiny from the ninth sun of the heavenly tribulation. It is incredible, but he did it. Baihu, you are so mocking. If it were you, you would Is it possible to do this for the purpose of cultivating the lower world..., A cold snort came from another statue, and the sound of vicissitudes of life came out.

"If it were me, I might not be able to do it! The memories of our immortals are sealed by the Immortal Lord. This is a blessing that only the core disciples of our Seven Dao Sect can enjoy. I'm not surprised that this little ant can kill a seriously injured Shixian who is recovering, but I concluded that if he tried to break the seal of the Immortal Lord, he would be seeking death!,, the mocking voice before sneered.

"Okay, why bother arguing with this person Suzaku? You, the descendant, have indeed overestimated your capabilities. If he died under the seal of the Immortal Lord, would it have an impact on your plan?", In another statue, Legend has it that A third voice comes out.

"He was not the person in my plan. For him to be the first to come here,

I'm a little surprised too..." After a long silence, Suzaku's voice rose faintly.

"This boy is extraordinary. He is the first person I have ever seen in my life who practices the third step of reverse cultivation. Unfortunately, he is a cultivator from the lower realm." If he were in our Immortal Gang Continent, this boy would definitely become famous! But he shouldn't search for souls. We can't break the seal of the Immortal Lord even if we work together. If he doesn't release half a stick of incense, he will die... It's a pity, it's a pity..." From the last statue, something came out The fourth voice, there was regret in that voice.

The voices of the four people gradually dissipated and returned to calm. Even the Suzaku sighed in his heart. He knew Wang Lin and knew the other party, but he also did not think that Wang Lin could break the seal of the Immortal Lord.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness of the skinny old man, his spiritual consciousness had already become a realm of its own, and was tightly sealed on the outside, forming a thick fog that prevented Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness from penetrating.

This is not the first time Wang Lin has encountered this situation. He also encountered the same thing when searching for the memory of the woman in silver. In the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the woman in silver, the colorful statue appeared in the fog that sealed the memory. people.

Today, in the skinny old man's sea of ​​consciousness, Wang Lin once again saw the thick mist. His consciousness paused for a moment and immediately condensed together. Outside the fog of the skinny old man's sea of ​​consciousness, as his consciousness condensed, Wang Lin's figure appeared.

This scene is very strange. In the vast world of the ancient immortal realm outside, Wang Lin closed his eyes and pressed his right hand on the thin old man Tianling who was constantly trembling, struggling and screaming.

But inside, Wang Lin's consciousness condensed into Yuan Shen, which appeared outside the fog of the old man's sea of ​​consciousness. Like his physical appearance, Wang Lin's Yuan Shen also wore white clothes and had white hair. Baidu Xianni

He stood there, looking at the rolling mist in front of him. This mist contained an indescribable pressure. "It was like a seal. With this seal here, it could prevent all soul-searching techniques."

"The woman in silver has such a seal, and the skinny old man also has such a seal. It's interesting. It seems that all the immortals who belong to that immortal are like this."

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his eyes gradually lit up. He didn't have enough cultivation back then, so he retreated and gave up outside the consciousness of the woman in silver. In addition to the reason for his cultivation, there was another reason. If he tried to break it by force, no matter what Whether it succeeds or not, it will cause great harm to the woman in silver.

But this skinny old man will not make Wang Lin feel any guilt at all. Although this old man has no hatred towards him, his crime will not lead to death. If he meets Wang Lin who does not know that the inside and outside of this world are just a cave, Wang Lin will not kill him.

But now, Wang Lin has understood everything. For this Dongfu Immortal Lord and all the immortals under his command, Wang Lin has an unspeakable hatred in his heart!

Especially the disappearance of Li Mujing's aura of destiny made Wang Lin's hatred reach its peak.

With a cold snort, within the consciousness of the skinny old man, Wang Lin took a step towards the mist. His figure was like a shooting star, approaching instantly under the shocking roar. He raised his right hand and waved it forward, but saw a strong wind appear out of thin air. It turned into a storm and roared into the air, heading straight towards the mist.

The mist rolled around and opened crazily in all directions. In the blink of an eye, a gap opened in the mist in front of Wang Lin. The moment the gap formed the boat, Wang Lin stepped into it, and his figure disappeared into the mist.

In the fog, Wang Lin moved forward quickly. The fog he passed along the way separated in front of him, as if forming a passage. As Wang Lin moved forward, he gradually entered the depths of the fog.

The moment he stepped into the depths of the fog, suddenly, in the fog in front of him, a seven-color light suddenly flashed out. The seven-color light was extremely dazzling in the dark fog, forming a dazzling light. , Wang Lin couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

As he looked, he could only see a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the depths of the mist, in a thin mist penetrated by colorful lights.

The middle-aged man had his eyes closed, and his whole body was surrounded by colorful lights while he was sitting cross-legged. As he sat there, a surge of overwhelming pressure came out, causing all the spirits in front of him to tremble and be unable to take even a step forward.

This colorful man is not the person Wang Lin met in Zhaohe Colorful Realm, but the true body of the colorful statue in the crack in his storage!

This was the second time Wang Lin saw the other party. He was silent for a moment, with a cold light in his eyes. He took a step forward without thinking. He raised his right hand and made a hand gesture. The skinny old man's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly rolled and roared, and he saw a huge The palm print suddenly appeared in front of Wang Lin. As he slapped it with his palm, the palm print boomed up, directly penetrated the mist, and went straight to the middle-aged man with his legs crossed.

This man is a seal, a seal that prevents anyone from searching for the immortals under his command!

Under the roar, the huge palm print instantly approached the cross-legged middle-aged man, passed by with a roar, and penetrated through his body. However, at the moment of penetration, the palm print collapsed silently. This scene was extremely strange. Even if you look carefully, you can clearly see that the palm print did not completely touch the opponent at all, but collapsed and disintegrated three inches away from the opponent's body.

Wang Lin's eyes were focused. When the palm print collapsed, he raised his right hand and pointed forward. Immediately, a wave of air came out along Wang Lin's finger. The air wave turned into a whirlpool and roared closer. This time, Wang Lin could see Very carefully, he saw the vortex of air waves collapsing silently three inches away from the middle-aged man's body.

Wang Lin stared at the middle-aged man, swung his sleeves, took a step forward, and came closer in person. He raised his right hand, with his two fingers forming a sword, and the ancient god star between his eyebrows rotated, and the majestic power of the ancient god merged into his two fingers. , so that at this moment, Wang Lin's fingers could blast away the earth, even enough to smash a cultivation star.

With such power, his fingers got closer and closer to the middle-aged man with a loud rumbling sound, and they were within three inches of him in an instant.

The moment he entered the three-inch limit, Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He saw that his two fingers were rapidly collapsing in an unimaginable way. This collapse was "without pain, but he could clearly see it." its disintegration.

In just an instant, less than half of his two fingers that penetrated three inches of land disintegrated. The three inches of land was like a boundary, and all power dissipated when it came.

If he forcibly penetrates deep, Wang Lin's right hand will disappear without a trace before he can touch the middle-aged man. Wang Lin's eyes narrowed and he jerked his right hand outward.

After taking a few steps back, he looked calm and glanced at the middle-aged man with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, and then saw that there were no wounds, but half of his fingers were missing.

"What a weird power..." Wang Lin murmured, and the power of the ancient god circulated in his body and merged into his two fingers. Slowly, the flesh and blood of his two fingers squirmed and gradually grew again.

While pondering, Wang Lin hesitated. With the seal formed by the middle-aged man's figure, it was very difficult to obtain the memory of the skinny old man, but it was not impossible.