Renegade Immortal

Looking at the ancient god's head with regret and anger in the eyes of everyone in front of him, Guilin remained silent. As he practiced Taoism and continued to experience, Wang Lin has understood that the ancient god is not here. Under the stars and Dan's presence. but. The ancient gods are the strongest clan!

The clan of Ancient Gods back then was almost extinct. If it was said to be the work of monks, Wang Lin would never believe it. In the Immortal Realm as powerful as thunder, it would take all the power of the Immortal Realm to fight against a weak Eight-Star Ancient God. Countless immortals besieged him. In the end, they won miserably.

What kind of power is there in the ancient god's head in front of him, which allows him to be decapitated even after shattering all the star points?

Even though the power of the Eight Star Ancient God Broken Star still cannot reach the Nine Stars, its terrifying power is enough to destroy the world.

In silence, Wang Lin's body slowly floated downward. Approaching: There was an ice block blocking the front. He raised his right hand and placed it on it. The energy in his body suddenly turned and suddenly merged into the ice block along his arm.

In an instant, there was a firelight shining on the ice, and even inside it, there were flames. In just a moment, it turned into a white mist and rose into the sky.

The corpse of the immortal in the ice was washed away by the flames, turning Li Xuan into pieces and scattered in all directions.

A passable road was opened, and Wang Lin gradually approached the huge ancient god's head and looked at the head at close range. The feeling of pressure, as if he was really facing an eight-star ancient god, came to his face.

With a secret sigh, Wang Lin slowly sank, following the ancient god's head to the bottom, where the ancient god's neck was severed. The ancient god's head was wrapped in a thick layer of ice. Looking through the ice, one could see that the wound on the ancient god's neck was extremely neat, without any teeth.

Staring at the neck of the ancient god's head, although Wang Lin's expression remained normal, the pupils of his eyes could not help but shrink, and his heart was even more shocked.

Judging from the wound, this ancient god's head was cut off instantly, without any stagnation, and cleanly!

The meaning of this wound made Wang Lin's scalp numb. He could not imagine who had the magical power to cut off the head of the ancient god with one knife!

"Could it be Qingshuang!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, with shock in his eyes. If Qingshuang possesses this kind of magical power, then this person is too powerful, beyond Wang Lin's imagination.

Wang Lin's face couldn't help but darken, and his spiritual consciousness spread out cautiously, filling the inside of the head. After sweeping around, no abnormalities were found. He carefully observed the wound on the head and neck again for a long time. Wang Lin let out a light sigh and swayed very close to the ice. His eyes were like lightning, staring straight at the wound.

At the deep edge of that wound,

There are some fine crystalline particles, and their color is dark red. If not done carefully, it can easily be confused with coagulated blood.

"This is" Wang Lin pondered for a moment. He raised his right hand and placed it on the ice. He carefully dispersed his Yuan Power. Following his right hand, which filled the ice immediately under his right hand, a large white mist appeared. He carefully controlled the power of the flame, and slowly The ice cube melted and opened a gap.

The gap was like a passage, extending to the wound on the ancient god's head and neck. Wang Lin sucked it in. Immediately, a crystal particle flew out and landed in the palm of his hand.

Hold the dark red crystal particles between your fingers. Wang Lin's consciousness spread out and surrounded the particles. Carefully penetrating inward, Wang Lin gradually saw as he observed that there was a colorless, invisible Qi inside these very small particles. This air circulates slowly within the particles, and it seems to be ready at any time

scattered.

Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness surrounded the invisible aura. After pondering for a moment, his consciousness suddenly moved without thinking, and he wanted to merge with the invisible aura to explore again.

But at the moment when his consciousness was integrated, Wang Lin Lifei 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, begging for demons. The most powerful abandoned young man in the proud ninth heaven, the great Zhou royal family, who uses force to move the world, will kill the god at night, and seek the throne of the god. The royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty felt an indescribable pressure. The invisible air suddenly filled the air, as if Wang Lin had left the world at this moment, and the whole world became dark, with only the coercion in the invisible air existing.

This aura was so strong that only a trace of it remained. Li Xuan made Wang Lin take a breath and almost subconsciously let go, but he held back and observed carefully again with flashing eyes. The more he observed, the more Wang Lin frowned. Despite his more than a thousand years of experience in Taoism, he had never seen such a weird invisible aura.

This thing is not immortal energy, nor spiritual energy, nor does it even have anything to do with the vitality in the monk's body.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that it also contains immortal energy, spiritual energy and vitality. In addition, there are also some auras that Wang Lin cannot see.

It's like a big grocery store, but at the same time, it has a perfect combination and feels like home. It's confusing.

What makes Wang Lin feel even more horrified is that this remaining trace of invisible energy actually contains rules. It is these rules that make Wang Lin feel numb.

This rule is not one, but countless! There are countless rules. Almost all the rules that Wang Lin has seen with the power of heaven's reversal exist in this invisible energy. There are also many rules that Wang Lin has never seen before.

Wang Lin cautiously withdrew his consciousness and looked a little pale. Staring at the crystals between his fingers, he felt as if what he was holding was not an inconspicuous crystal particle, but a source of collapse that would have immense power once it exploded.

"It was this power that cut off the ancient god's head. The one who possesses this power is definitely not Qingshuang!" Wang Lin stared at the crystal particles in his hand. The scene of the battle with Tiandao to save Li Muwan on the Suzaku Star gradually emerged in his mind.

The messenger of heaven that transformed from the sky. It turned out to be an ancient god, and he was an ancient god who had the ancient god's star point sealed. Although Wang Lin was shocked at that time, his cultivation was far from what it is now. Thinking about it now, the scene at that time was by no means as shocking as it was. There is an earth-shattering thing in its memory!

What kind of power can seal the ancient gods, and even control the ancient gods to become messengers of heaven! The answer is almost ready to come out!

"Heaven!" Wang Lin looked at the crystal particles in his hand. When he saw the invisible energy inside, he had an intuition that this object seemed to be somewhat related to the seal of the Ancient God Star, the messenger of Heaven.

But the way of heaven is an ethereal thing, how can it do these things. Wang Lin was silent. He thought of what the ancient demon Bello once said about the secrets of the ancient clan and about reverse cultivation.

Closing his eyes, Wang Lin seemed to have a picture in his mind, one in the endless starry sky. The Eight-Star Ancient God dominated the world, but suddenly, an indescribable force descended from the sky. In order to resist this force, the Eight-Star Ancient God shattered all the star points, but ultimately failed. Under that power, The head was chopped off!

Then the head was acquired by the Immortal Realm and placed here for unknown reasons. The remaining power in the ancient god's neck has not dissipated under the wash of time. Instead, it turned into particles, with a trace of the power of the past remaining.

Regarding all this, Wang Lin didn't know whether it was true or not. He could only make a few guesses based on the information he currently knew. He opened his eyes, pondered for a moment and carefully placed the particles in the storage bag.

Looking at the neck of the ancient god in the ice, there are still some particles there. Wang Lin used his right hand to follow the gap in the ice layer, sucked up the particles one by one, and carefully placed them in the storage bag.

He was very careful about this process, and as he sucked in the particles one by one, it was the one before. Twenty-three in total, particles.

After doing this, Wang Lin stared at the wound on the ancient god's head. There are no more particles in it, and the meditation is brief. Wang Lin was about to leave, but suddenly he stared at the depth of the ancient god's neck wound. At that moment, he vaguely saw a flash of red light inside.

His consciousness swept away, but nothing appeared.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin's Yuan Power filled the air above him. The moment it was placed on the ice, a cloud of flames burst out. With bursts of clicks, the gap channel began to spread inward.

As it continued to extend inward, Wang Lin stared straight ahead without blinking. Soon the passage in the ice layer opened to a large extent and extended directly to the depths.

At this moment, Zuba Lin saw the red light flashing before!

That's an iron sword." The sword was wrapped in countless red threads, and those red threads squirmed slowly and tightly wrapped around it.

This iron sword was very ordinary, there was nothing surprising about it, but the moment Wang Lin saw the iron sword, he immediately felt familiar. I vaguely seem to have seen something exactly like it somewhere.

Before he could remember exactly where he saw such an iron sword, Wang Lin immediately felt the power of the Holy King of Martial Universe, the Holy King of Heaven and Earth, the God of Night, the God of Night, the God of Death, the Seal of the Throne, and the Demon-Proud Ninth Level from within the entwined red threads on the iron sword. The most powerful abandoned young man in the sky, the great Zhou royal family will kill the god and the divine seal throne at night, begging for the devil to be proud of the world, the ninth level of heaven, the strongest abandoned young prince, the great Zhou royal family will use force to move the world, and the night will kill the god and the divine seal throne, begging for the devil to be proud of the world, the ninth level abandoned young man, the great Zhou royal family will create The divine general killed the divine seal throne in the night and begged the devil, the most powerful abandoned young man in the ninth level of heaven, the great Zhou royal family was in a terrible crisis.

Wang Lin's expression changed. When Wang Lin's consciousness swept through the ice before, he didn't notice the existence of the iron sword and the red thread, but now the gap was opened. But he saw it clearly in his eyes.

Out of caution, Wang Lin dispersed his consciousness again and slowly swept forward. In his consciousness, the thin line and the iron sword still did not exist. As before, there was no abnormality in the ancient god's head, but in his eyes Seeing the silk thread and iron sword clearly made Wang Lin extremely alarmed. Wang Lin calmly and slowly retreated. The iron sword and the red thread wrapped around it seemed to him too strange, so it was better not to touch them easily.

While retreating, Wang Lin kept his eyes on the iron sword. There were several rusty spots on the iron sword, making it look like a mortal thing.

"It looks very familiar. Suddenly, Wang Lin stepped back. It was like a bolt of lightning rumbled through his mind, sweeping across his memory. Wang Lin's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the iron sword and taking a breath. He remembered Got it!

Back then, he had seen an identical iron sword in the Suzaku Tomb of Suzaku Star, except that the rust stains on it were different! The iron sword was finally taken away by the Tosun envoy. Judging from the look of it, the ecstasy in his eyes was the moment he obtained the iron sword. Wang Lin still remembers it till now!

The next chapter will be a little later, I am typing it up (to be continued)