Renegade Immortal

"As long as you give me another hundred years, I can complete the magic of dividing demons... Unfortunately, the amount of demon consciousness separated is too little, and the main body is swallowed up. This trace of demon consciousness is like a rootless tree and will dissipate at any time... Yun Yao The county collapsed, the demon tower is no longer there, and it cannot stay! I dare not enter other demon counties easily to absorb the demon power..."

With this trace of demonic consciousness, he cautiously moved towards the distance. However, he was too weak at this moment and would erase all existence at any time.

Flying in the sky consumes the weak demon consciousness all the time. In the end, he almost collapsed, and even his memory was blurred. Under the confusion, it gradually dissipated.

Just when he was about to pass away forever in the world, he vaguely felt the force of the Holy King of Heaven and Earth, the creation of the Holy King, the Night Killing God, the Divine Seal Throne, and the Demon Arrogant Ninth Layer, the strongest abandoned young man, the Great Zhou Royal Family, the Night Killing God, the Divine Seal Throne. Asking for the devil to be proud of the world and the strongest in the ninth heaven. The abandoned young master of the great Zhou royal family is the most powerful god-creator and the night to kill the god and the throne of the god. The Abandoned Young Master of the Great Zhou Royal Family felt a demonic force fill the ground. Below him is the Soul Refining Tribe! At that time, there were not many members of the Soul Refining Tribe, only 100,000 enemies. Most of them dispersed and searched for places with souls. Only less than 10,000 people remained in the tribe.

These people looked fanatical and worshiped a rough black stone statue placed in the middle. Waves of faint demonic aura emitted from their heavenly spirits and filled the surrounding area.

Yun Yao's memory has been blurred and too much demon consciousness has passed away. Almost subconsciously, he rushed straight to the black stone statue. The moment he merged into it, the stone statue immediately seemed to have spirituality and seemed to be alive. , the surrounding faint demonic energy immediately condensed.

As time passed, Yun Yao gradually became silent in this black image. His memory had gone too much during his escape, so much so that it became blurry.

He is not his true body, but a faint demon consciousness. Under this blur, he is worshiped by the soul refining tribe all day long, and most of the demon power he absorbs is filled with the figure of a person named Wang Lin.

At the beginning, he was still a little resistant, but as the number of people in the Lianhun tribe increased, and when it reached more than one million, and as these people worshiped every day, gradually, even he felt that his name , called Wang Lin, is the ancestor of these people.

With this thought, after hundreds of years, the people of the Soul Refining Tribe also had millions of enemies. As a result, day after day, year after year, he had completely abandoned the past. He truly thinks that he is Wang Lin.

As he was subtly transformed, the appearance of the stone statue also gradually changed, becoming Wang Lin's appearance, and he also became Wang Lin within the body of the stone statue.

Wang Lin raised his right hand,

Looking at the ancient demon who looked exactly like himself, the strangeness in his eyes became even stronger. The scene he just saw was unbelievable even to himself.

Combining his guesses just now, Wang Lin had a detailed understanding of the whole matter.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, staring at the ancient demon, and murmured to himself: "It would be a pity if I don't want the ancient demon that I brought to my door... Even he thinks he is me now, Then... let him become my second avatar!"

"I, the ancient god, the first clone monk, the second clone ancient demon, if given the chance, I wonder if I can create the third clone ancient demon! Once they are merged into one body... I wonder if they can return to their ancestors and become the ancients!" Wang Lin Pengran's heart was pounding, and he looked at the ancient demon who came to his door with a smile on his face.

He swayed and left here immediately. His consciousness and cultivation entered his body. He opened his eyes and looked at the black stone statue in front of him. The smile on Wang Lin's face became even brighter.

He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands on his knees, opened his mouth and breathed out the energy of the soul, which immediately filled the black stone statue, and made a series of marks, which continued to fall on the stone statue.

If you want to make this thing become your second avatar, you must sacrifice it to be unified with your own mind. Not only can you control it with a single move of faith, but also you must make this thing not exclude your own soul and can be integrated into yourself. Yuanshen takes its place.

This is simple to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult. If it is performed forcefully, although it can be successful, it can only be done with the kind of puppet that is far lower than oneself. It is just lower than oneself, even if it becomes a clone , also of no use.

But if it's not lower than yourself, you can't force it.

In this way, it becomes the first choice and difficulty in refining the clone.

Without force, only by practicing day after day, which requires a lot of time, can there be any chance of success. However, there are still flaws in this kind of success, and there is still the possibility of the clone's rebellion.

It's just that these are not difficulties at all for Wang Lin. This ancient demon has completely regarded himself as Wang Lin, and he doesn't even need to go to many sacrifices. The only thing he has to do is to integrate his spiritual consciousness and make this ancient demon. The demon knows who is in charge! This is not difficult for Wang Lin. His cultivation level is higher than that of the ancient demon, and his true form is that of an ancient god. There will definitely be no indiscriminate prioritization.

However, Wang Lin was cautious by nature. During the remaining days of the sacrifice, he not only integrated his spiritual consciousness into the ancient demon, but also completely integrated it with it, marking his betrayal. With just a flicker of Wang Lin's faith, he could make him Surrender immediately.

If that's all, it's not Wang Lin's style of acting. In addition to these, Wang Lin also used some of Immortal Emperor Qinglin's puppet control spells on this second clone until he completely controlled it and left nothing behind. Only then did I feel relieved.

Looking at the stone statue in front of me, the feeling of water and milk arises spontaneously.

"It's just a pity that this second clone has no physical body and exists entirely on this stone statue. It cannot be separated for the time being. Even if it attacks, it will only use demon consciousness as the main force! Its power is also very weak, equivalent to the later stage of the aspiration.

But after all, this thing is a trace of demonic consciousness. If it has enough demonic energy, it will grow quickly and one day it can reach the level of an ancient demon..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he knew that this matter should not be rushed, and it needs to be done slowly. proceeding.

After the Soul Refining Sect gave an explanation, Wang Lin did not take away the second clone, but set up some powerful restrictions where it was located, and asked the people of the Soul Refining Sect to continue to worship every day, and then left the Refining Sect. Soul Sect.

"This second avatar is a seed. It won't help me much now, but once it grows up..." A trace of expectation flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he disappeared between heaven and earth with a sway.

Yaoyao County, after experiencing a war with Fire Demon County hundreds of years ago, although it was victorious, the casualties were also heavy. Today, even though hundreds of years have passed, the population of Yaoyao County is still very different from that of back then. many.

Even the most prosperous Yaoyao County Jicheng, although not desolate, is far less lively than when Wang Lin first arrived hundreds of years ago.

There are still shops on the street, but there are not many pedestrians. Those who occasionally stop take a quick look and then leave in a hurry.

In Hongcheng back then, there was a long river. This river flowed down and connected with the outer river of the capital, forming a loop of its own. At this moment, Wang Lin was sitting quietly on the bank of the river, looking at the river.

If there is a force that can turn back the years by hundreds of years, then it will be found that the place where he is sitting is exactly the same as before.

Now, people are still the same people as before, and they are still in the same place as before. Even the river is still the same river. The banks are still the same, but the things are old, and there are no flower boats on the river, let alone The sound of the piano is pleasant to the ears.

With a trace of melancholy in his heart, Wang Lin looked at the empty river, and his ears seemed to be filled with the sound of the piano that came from hundreds of years ago, lingering around him. However, the sound was very weak, as if it would dissipate when the wind blew, and he could no longer listen to it. arrive.

Thinking back to those days, Wang Lin and the blind girl playing the piano would have never met once if not for a night of swimming with the emperor on the boat.

Even now, what Wang Lin sees about the appearance of the woman playing the piano is the lonely back and the sad sound of the piano.

Sitting there, watching the sunset, Wang Lin was immersed in reminiscences. At this moment, he felt that the Holy King of the Universe was moving, the Holy King was created, the Holy King was killed at night, the God's Seal Throne was begging for demons, the most powerful abandoned boy in the Ninth Layer, the Great Zhou royal family was being killed at night. Asking for the demon and the throne of the divine seal, the most powerful and abandoned boy in the ninth level of heaven, the great Zhou royal family, the martial general of Qiankun, killing the god and the throne of the divine seal at night, asking for the devil and proud of the world. The most powerful abandoned young man in the Nine Heavens, the Zhou royal family, has come to exist as time passes. Hundreds of years pass by in the blink of an eye. Everything can be washed away, but the eternal memory cannot be washed away.

"Perhaps this is the sadness of life..." Wang Lin sighed. It is precisely because of memory that there is time. If a person has no memory, then time will not exist.

"I wonder if the Mo Lihai from back then is still there..."

Next to Wang Lin, there is a wine pot. The wine in it was brought from the same shop back then. That shop has been passed down from generation to generation. Today, the signboard is still the same, but this wine...

Wang Lin picked it up and took a sip.

"Even the taste has changed..." Wang Lin smiled bitterly and put down the wine bottle.

"Of course, the descendants of the old man in the wine shop, without the skills of their ancestors, cannot make the taste of the past." A calm voice came from behind Wang Lin, showing a hint of exhaustion.

Wang Lin did not look back and sighed softly: "I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and the emperor is no longer as free and easy as he was back then!"

A long sigh came from behind Wang Lin, and he saw a middle-aged man wearing purple clothes sitting next to Wang Lin. This man was extremely handsome, and his appearance could be vaguely seen back then, but now, he was boasting about his white silk stockings and his appearance. The vicissitudes of life.

"Try this." The middle-aged man took out a wine bottle and handed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin took a sip, with a smile on his face, and said: "This is the wine of the year!" I knew you would come back, so I kept a lot of it, ready to drink with you all night again! "The middle-aged man had a wine bottle in his hand and drank most of it in one gulp. His eyes were bright and he laughed and said: "Brother Wang, are you sad that the sound of the piano has disappeared? "

A wisp of piano music came slowly from a distance, with a hint of loneliness and sadness, lingering around. In a moment, there was a large boat on the river, rushing along the river with the sound of the water surface.

At that head, there was also a woman sitting with her back to Wang Lin, playing the piano.