Immortal Renegade

Chapter 442 The Altar
Wang Lin didn't speak, but glanced at Murong Yun.

Mo Yunhai's heart moved.

Murong Yun smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Junior Murong Yun, see senior."

Mo Yunhai said lightly, "Do you know how to enter the interior?"

Murong Yun nodded and said with a smile: "Senior Mo, I do know, but I need to agree to bring this junior inside. If I promise, I will tell you everything I know."

Mo Yunhai's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "Say it, I promise you!"

There was joy in Murong Yun's eyes, and he said: "This junior leads the way, there is an altar, and it is the only passage leading to the interior of this place."

"Is there any danger there?" Mo Yunhai asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, I saw with my own eyes several eight-leaf magic masters of the Xianyi clan died there, but there were four people in the Xianyi clan at that time, and the first one to enter there did not encounter any danger." Murong Yun quickly replied.

Mo Yunhai frowned, looked at Wang Lin, clasped his fists and said, "Friend Zeng, what do you think?"

Wang Lin glanced at Murong Yun with a half-smile, and then said to Mo Yunhai: "If you and I join forces, even if we can't survive, it should be more than enough to save our lives!"

Mo Yunhai laughed, nodded, and said to Murong Yun: "Boy, lead the way!"

Murong Yun quickly nodded, glanced at Wang Lin, and said with a wry smile: "Senior is definitely not a cultivator who transforms spirits. I didn't know this junior before, so please don't take offense at me." As he spoke, he moved and flew in front of him, and behind him, Mo Yunhai signaled to Wang Lin, and the two of them followed behind as they stepped forward.

As for the ugly woman, she hesitated for a moment and followed.

Although Murong Yun's speed was fast, in Mo Yunhai's eyes, it was still too slow. Half an hour later, Mo Yunhai snorted softly, jumped up, grabbed Murong Yun, and turned to Wang Lin and said, "Friend Zeng, we each Bring one, use full speed, and strive to get to the altar earlier, otherwise it will take too long, once this star repair crystal shatters, we will all die here."

As he spoke, he grabbed Murong Yun, and his speed suddenly increased, turning into a shooting star, and disappeared in place in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and with a call of his right hand, the ugly woman was immediately enveloped by a strange force, and was picked up by Wang Lin, and galloped away into the distance.

"Senior, is Zeng Niu?" The woman was beside Wang Lin, and a faint fragrance wafted into Wang Lin's nose.

Without squinting, Wang Lin said calmly, "It's me."

The woman was silent, and after a while, she suddenly said: "Senior, be careful of Murong Yun." After saying this, she didn't say a word.

Wang Lin and Mo Yunhai's speed was naturally extremely fast. Under the guidance of Murong Yun, they quickly crossed the plain and galloped towards the distance.

Three days later, a continuous mountain range appeared on the ground, and a cloud of black mist shrouded the mountain range.

In the west of this mountain range, there is a mountain peak, which is extremely high, inserted into the black mist, and only halfway up the mountain can be seen.

Under the guidance of Murong Yun, Mo Yunhai rushed into the black mist in a flash, and flew towards the top of the mountain. Wang Lin followed behind, his consciousness swept around, his eyes flickered, and he followed.

In the black mist, Wang Lin opened his mouth and spit out a black awn, which disappeared immediately in a flash, and got into the black mist.

Then he slapped the storage bag and took out another object, which also disappeared into the black mist with a shake. He did all this at will, blocked by the black mist, and the woman beside him did not He hadn't noticed it at all, and there was too much difference in cultivation between the two of them. Wang Lin deliberately hid it, and it was absolutely impossible for this woman to know.

The mountain peak in the black mist is slightly blurred, as if wrapped in a layer of black veil, and it looks hazy. At the top of the mountain peak, there is a huge platform. altar.

The altar is in the shape of a tower, and the top of the rows of steps is a circular depression, from which a stream of black air drifts out and quickly merges into the surrounding mist.

Mo Yunhai grabbed Murong Yun, leaped, fell from mid-air, and stood on the platform here.

Wang Lin then fell down.

On the ground of the platform, there were dry bloodstains in many places, and there was a lingering fishy smell. In the surrounding black mist, there were occasional moaning and whistling sounds, which sounded like ghosts crying.

After Wang Lin fell down, he let go of the woman, his eyes flashed slightly, and he looked around. There was a big gap between this place and what Situ Nan said!

The altar that Situ Nan mentioned was in a valley, not on this mountain peak. The cold light in his eyes flashed away.

Mo Yunhai swept his consciousness, looked around, then pointed at the altar, and said, "Murong junior, this is the altar you mentioned?"

Murong Yun nodded quickly, and said with certainty: "Senior, this is here, but senior, be careful, the eight-leaf magic masters of the Immortal Relic Clan, except for the one who entered first, the ones who entered later were those who climbed to the top of the altar. Died strangely."

Mo Yunhai glanced at Murong Yun, grasped the sky with his right hand, and immediately grabbed the person in his hand again, and pressed the right hand on the person's head above the sky spirit, his eyes flashed with strange lights, and said softly: "Soul search!"

Murong Yun let out a miserable snort, and his body trembled immediately. Mo Yunhai's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he let go of his hands while Murong Yun's body was trembling.

Murong Yun immediately fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, with a dead air all over his body, motionless.

"Fellow Daoist Zeng, this person is not lying!" Mo Yunhai jumped up to the altar, and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Zeng, go down to find the way, and ask you to protect me!"

"Okay!" A hint of ridicule flashed in Wang Lin's eyes.

Mo Yunhai's figure was extremely fast, and he arrived at the altar almost in the blink of an eye. Standing there, his complexion suddenly became strange, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and he looked down at the altar's depression.

After a while, there was a gleam of joy in his eyes, and he laughed and said: "It really is here, fellow Taoist Zeng, let's go one step ahead!" As he spoke, he stepped into the altar depression, and in a flash, the figure disappear.

The ugly woman hesitated for a moment, looked at Murong Yun, then at Wang Lin, and remained silent.

Wang Lin sneered, instead of looking at the altar, he cast his eyes on Murong Yun, flicked his right hand in the air, and a spiritual formula flashed out, and fell towards the man's eyebrows.

The moment the spirit formula fell, Murong Yun opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and grabbed the spirit formula. With a pinch, the spirit formula collapsed. He stood up and looked at Wang Lin, his face was filled with blackness, his originally handsome appearance It became hideous at the moment.

"When did you find out!" He stared at Wang Lin, with a strange force in his voice.

Wang Lin looked calm and said, "I can tell you, but you also have to answer a few questions for me."

Murong Yun's eyes flashed, and he said sinisterly: "Interesting, you answer me first."

"Most cultivators are obsessed with cleanliness, and they will put a few extra sets of clothes in the storage bag. It is rare for you to appear in such a mess." Wang Lin said flatly.

Murong Yun sneered and said, "Just because of this?"

Wang Lin looked at Murong Yun as usual, and said, "Of course there are other reasons. Now I want to know, what are you?"

"I am transformed by the soul of fate! Tell me what other reasons!" Murong Yun snorted coldly.

"Your clothes are too old. They don't look like those worn by monks who have just entered this place. What's your purpose?" Wang Lin said.

"I don't have any purpose, I just don't want you to get the Star Cultivation Crystal. Also, the reasons you mentioned are just these two points?" Murong Yun frowned.

Wang Lin sighed softly, shook his head and said, "The last reason is because of the pattern on your clothes..." At this point, Wang Lin's right hand suddenly moved, and the immortal power in his body surged. Almost instantly, a fairy formula containing immortal power, It appeared in front of Wang Lin, and as he lifted his right hand, the fairy formula roared out, and fell violently towards Murong Yun.

Murong Yun sneered, and didn't move his body, but the moment the fairy formula landed on his body, his whole body dissipated with a touch, turning into streaks of black smoke, flying into the surrounding black mist in a blink of an eye, and disappearing .

Wang Lin didn't go after him, but a taunt flashed in his eyes, but he saw an exclamation coming from the black mist, and he saw streaks of black air flying back from the mist, condensed together again, and turned into Murong Yun, Murong Yun's expression was extremely ugly at this moment. He looked around, stared at Wang Lin, and said, "You are not an ordinary baby-changing monk!"

A three-foot-high banner floated out from the black mist. The flag was about ten feet long, and it spread out like waves. A large number of souls drilled in and out of it, spreading around, and more than a dozen masters Soul, flickering in the surrounding black mist, all eyes locked on Murong Yun.

Among these main souls, there is even a purple-gold unicorn with huge eyes, showing bursts of fierce light.

One billion soul banners, Wang Lin refined again on the way to Suzaku Mountain with Situ Nan, he fused all the soul banners into the honored soul banners, Li Yuanfeng and Qilin remnant souls, at this moment, became respected soul banners. The main soul of the soul banner!

At this moment, there are a total of 28 main souls in this billion soul banner!

"Do you think you can trap me like this!" Murong Yun sneered, his body suddenly charged, and his whole body turned into countless black air again, like filaments, which crazily drilled towards Wang Lin's mouth, nose and seven orifices.

Wang Lin stepped back, with a cold glow in his eyes, raised his right hand, stepped forward, and whispered: "Feng!"

Suddenly, another large banner appeared in the surrounding black mist. With a flick of the banner, countless restraints immediately surged out crazily. The countless filaments are all sealed together to form a ball as tall as a person, and it shrinks rapidly, eventually becoming the size of a fist.

This ball is made up of restrictions, rows of dense restrictions completely seal the filaments inside.

(End of this chapter)