Renegade Immortal

The ground shook, and Wang Lin could clearly feel the tremors coming from deep underground. The tremors on the ground were caused by fluctuations.

This fluctuation was extremely strong, and when it was transmitted to the earth, it immediately caused a violent earthquake in the entire Donglin Star!

"What's the matter..." A calm voice echoed around the world at this moment, and the breath of vicissitudes of life rushed towards his face. It was as if this voice did not come from the ground, but penetrated the void and time, and came from that nothingness. In the ancient world of cultivation tens of thousands of years ago, there was a general rumor.

Qing Shui's right eye flashed red, and he lowered his head and glanced at the ground in front of him, his expression unchanged.

"The battle between Luo Tian and the Alliance has begun. This person ranks first among the immortals and has obtained my promise to my family. However, what he wants cannot be achieved with the strength of this junior. I hope my ancestors can perform it once. The art of Qixi Festival!" said the old man surnamed Xiang respectfully.

The moment Xiang Yundong finished speaking, Wang Lin immediately felt an unimaginable consciousness suddenly resting on him. In shock, he suppressed the thought of retreating and tried his best to calm himself down. Come down.

He felt that this spiritual consciousness was really powerful, but it could not see through his whole body. In the third eye between his eyebrows, the power from the source filled his whole body at this moment.

That spiritual consciousness was swept away.

"Let him come down alone!" The vicissitudes of voice echoed, and the ground in front immediately trembled more violently, but suddenly there was a rumbling sound on the ground, leaving a gap, revealing a deep ravine.

Xiang Yundong said yes quickly and turned to look at Wang Lin. Originally, he was only half sure about this trip. After all, his ancestor had a weird temper and could not guess. Even if this matter was the Xiang family's promise to the immortal, he would not be betrayed. The ancestors took it seriously.

Now the ancestor agreed, smiled slightly at Yundong, and said: "Xu Mu, you go down, I'll wait for you here."

Wang Lin nodded and looked at Qing Shui.

Qing Shui's right eye flashed red and he said calmly, "If anyone dares to hurt you, Donglinxing and all the surnames will bleed." Although the voice was weak, the evil spirit in it made Xiang Yundong frown. , smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Wang Lin's eyes showed gratitude. In his life, he had not been grateful to many people. Situ, Zhou Yi, Duntian...and now, there was another Qingshui!

Wang Lin took a deep breath, raised his fists towards Qing Shui and Xiang Yundong, turned around and stepped into the ravine, falling downwards!

This ravine was huge, and Wang Lin was inside it, his eyes shining brightly.

It continued to sink, and the surrounding walls were smooth, but inside, there was no life, and everything exuded the air of death.

As it continued to sink, the aura of death became thicker and thicker. In the end, it almost filled the surrounding area, as if it could turn into substance, making Wang Lin feel extremely uncomfortable.

He seemed to be like a flame wrapped in a cloud of dark wind, which could be extinguished at any time when the wind blew.

The rich death energy gradually became violent as Wang Lin sank. Under the chill, it crazily penetrated into Wang Lin's body. If it had been anyone else, at this moment, his whole body would have been stiff, with the fire of life It's dangerous.

But in Wang Lin's first step in cultivating Taoism, the artistic conception he cultivated was the way of death and reincarnation. The early exercises he practiced were the Underworld's Ascension Technique, and he was very familiar with the energy of death.

At this moment, the energy in his body was circulating, and outside his body, the yin and yang of Pisces appeared and slowly rotated. In this way, the rich death energy was pushed away in front of him, so that he could not be affected by it. Too serious injury.

The ravine was very deep and seemed to have no end. Wang Lin descended very quickly. After only half a stick of incense, he still had not landed completely. He looked calm and silently circulated the power in his body, opened the mind of cause and effect, and blended into the surroundings.

After a long time, as the death energy became thicker and thicker, even the Yin and Yang Pisces' rotation was affected, and when it became slower and slower, his body shook and his feet hit the ground.

What was displayed in front of him was a passage. This passage was pitch black without any holes. Even with Wang Lin's cultivation level, he couldn't see it too clearly and could only make out the general outline.

"Come here!" The vicissitudes of voice echoed in the quiet passage, full of a strange feeling. Wang Lin was silent for a moment, with determination in his eyes, he raised his steps and walked forward along the passage.

This passage was not long. After walking out of half a stick of incense, Wang Lin came to the end. The scene he saw in front of him made his whole body and his pupils shrink suddenly!

Heads! Densely packed heads with endless stipends!

In front of the transportation passage is an extremely huge space. Looking from a distance, there is no end in sight, only the endless white bones of human heads, exuding a cold feeling.

Everything in front of me is a sea of ​​human heads!

Even with Wang Lin's concentration, his scalp was numb at this moment, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, with a look of shock on his face.

There are so many heads here that they can’t be counted at all. There are so many that one’s heart will be shaken just by looking at them. The extremely rich death energy has turned into a storm here, roaring in the center of the sea of ​​heads. diffuse.

Under this deadly impact, Wang Lin immediately felt suffocated, and the horror in his eyes reached its peak at this moment.

In the center of Shao's sea of ​​human heads, within the storm, there was an earth-yellow coffin placed on a platform made of human heads. The wood of this coffin was somewhat rotten, but there was an almost crazy aura emanating from the coffin.

"What's your name?" The vicissitudes of voice came from the coffin and echoed around.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart and the suffocation filled with death, respectfully clasped his fists and said: "Junior Xu Mu, see you senior!"

"It's you, you want me to use the Qixi Festival technique?" There was no joy in that old voice.

Angry, but there was a salty pressure that filled the surrounding area.

"Exactly!" Wang Lin confirmed