Immortal Renegade

Chapter 483 The First Entering Heavenly Fate Sword Intent
Pinling Pavilion is located in the middle of Zizong Mountain, on a huge platform protruding obliquely. This pavilion has nine floors. From a distance, it emits rich spiritual power, forming a ripple shape, spreading in all directions.

This pavilion is constructed of sapphire tiles. From the outside, it is full of a sense of vicissitudes, as if it has gone through countless years of washing. On it, some bluestones have turned gray.

Some emerald green vine-like plants extend out of the gaps in the attic, densely covering a layer.On these vines, every once in a while, small purple flowers will appear, blooming bewitchingly, emitting bursts of refreshing fragrance.

Under this pavilion is a huge formation, which wraps the entire platform and encloses Pinling Pavilion in the very center.

Seen from a distance, this formation seems to have two sides, yin and yang, intertwined with each other, revealing a sense of chaos, especially inside, there are three powerful auras, almost about to break through the formation.

These three auras turned into three long white marks, wandering around in the formation, but they never collided with each other strangely.

Outside Pinling Pavilion, there is a person sitting cross-legged at this time. This person is a middle-aged man. He is dressed in black, his eyebrows are like swords, his face is white like jade, and three long beards hang down from his chin. There is no wind and it looks like, Quite a fairy-like color.

This person's cultivation base is completely hidden, unless the cultivation base is higher than it, it will be difficult for outsiders to detect the clues. He sat there with a calm expression on his face, as if everything in this world was not in his heart. At this moment, the mind is concentrated on the things on the lap!
On the knees of this person, there is a seven-foot long sword. The whole body of the sword is emerald green, emitting a faint light. Under the sunlight, it suddenly makes the surrounding area several feet long to be enveloped in this emerald green color.

Wang Lin stood tens of feet away from the Pinling Pavilion, his gaze was calm as usual, looking at the people sitting cross-legged in meditation outside the pavilion.

"This person's cultivation level is the Dzogchen in the late stage of God Transformation, but there is a hidden sword intent in this person!"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes at this moment, and when he saw Wang Lin not far away, he was taken aback, and immediately stood up, cupped his fists and said respectfully: "Disciple Zhang Xiangfan, I have met the Seventh Master Patriarch!" The green long sword , the moment this person got up, it turned into a green light, merged into this person's body and disappeared.

Wang Lin's eyes fell on Zhang Xiangfan's eyebrows, he pondered for a while, and said flatly: "Your flying sword, can you lend me a look?"

Zhang Xiangfan was stunned, nodded and said: "Disciple Feijian is just an ordinary thing. It is not unusual to get it in Shanxiafang City. The seventh master wants to see it, so it is natural." He let out a soft drink, but saw a green light flash out from the center of his eyebrows, and turned into a seven-foot long sword, emitting bursts of sword cries.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and he grasped the void with his right hand, and the green long sword flickered immediately, and he grabbed it and brought it back to his side, carefully sizing it up.

Just now after Xiang Fan retracted the flying sword, the trace of sword intent on his body disappeared without a trace. Now that Wang Lin saw the flying sword in front of him, he could tell at a glance that the one emitting the sword intent was not Zhang Xiangfan, but This flying sword!
Gently stroking the green long sword with his left hand, Wang Lin's mind trembled slightly. It might be difficult for others to discover the sword intent on this fairy sword. Even if they did, they would only feel that this sword is extraordinary. At the moment of this sliver of sword intent, his heart was shaken, and a very familiar feeling came to his heart immediately.

"Zhou Yi..." Wang Lin was silent.

The trace of feeling on this flying sword is clearly the sword intent exuded by Zhou Yi after he transformed into a sword soul back then!

Zhou Yi chased Jian Zun Ling Tianhou back then and left. After hundreds of years, there was no news of him!
At this moment, it was the first time for Wang Lin to feel Zhou Yi's sword intent. If he hadn't possessed the pagoda of Zhou Yi's aspirational artistic conception, and had been comprehending it all year round, otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to recognize the origin of the sword intent on this sword at a glance. !
There is only a trace of sword intent on this flying sword. Feeling this trace of sword intent, Wang Lin was silent for a while, and wiped it with his right hand. Suddenly, the sword's emerald green color became thicker. It flew up, turned into a green star point, and floated in front of Wang Lin.

Looking at the star point, Wang Lin sighed softly, grabbed the star point with his right hand, looked up at Zhang Xiangfan who was at a loss, and said: "There is a trace of the old man's sword intent on this sword, I will take it away , but I won’t treat you badly, take this jade slip, there are eighteen restrictions inside, if you rub these restrictions on any flying sword below the top grade, its power will be multiplied several times!”

As he said that, Wang Lin slapped the storage bag and threw a jade slip to Zhang Xiangfan.

As for the green flying sword, Wang Lin also returned it. Although Zhang Xiangfan was respectful on the surface, his eyes showed heartache. After receiving the jade slip, he didn't have any expectations. His body trembled, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

After a while, he raised his head abruptly, looked at Wang Lin, and said respectfully, "Thank you Seventh Patriarch!"

Zhang Xiangfan has practiced so far and has seen a lot. He can see at a glance that these eighteen restrictions are extraordinary. All of these eighteen restrictions are attack restrictions, and most importantly, these eighteen restrictions can be superimposed. It's rare, Zhang Xiangfan suppressed the excitement in his heart, he wished to retreat immediately, rubbing all the eighteen restrictions on the flying sword, when the time came to superimpose the restrictions, among his peers in the late stage of transformation, he would have nothing to fear !
These eighteen restrictions are just two groups of the nineteen groups that Wang Lin has been thinking about since he realized the skylark straw hat. He wants to make the restriction flags reach nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine groups. not enough.

"I came here to receive immortal jade!" Wang Lin said directly without talking nonsense.

Zhang Xiangfan nodded quickly and said, "The seven ancestors will have a quota of 100 yuan of immortal jade every month. Give me the token, and I will open the transmission for you."

Hearing this, Wang Lin waved his right hand, and the token flew away.

After Zhang Xiangfan took it, he took a few steps back respectfully, looked at the ground for a while, pinched his fingers with his right hand and counted for a while, and finally with a flash of his eyes, he suddenly pressed the token on the ground.

Wang Lin could see clearly that what Xiang Fan pressed was the moment when all three long white marks in the formation crossed.

The moment the token was pressed to the ground, three long white marks suddenly came towards this place crazily, but hearing a loud rumbling noise, Zhang Xiangfan couldn't hold the token in his hand, his body shook, and he kicked back. After a few steps.

But seeing the token, floating out of thin air, three white marks rushed out from the ground, shuttled through the token, the speed became faster and faster, and in the end, almost only afterimages could be seen, which were almost connected into one piece.

After a few breaths, the token suddenly emitted a strong purple awn, and the purple awn suddenly spread to the surroundings, and three long white marks immediately roared out, condensed together, and rushed out of the token, towards Pin Ling who was not far away. Fly to the pavilion, stop on the seventh floor of this pavilion, connect the ends, and transform into a huge light gate.

Zhang Xiangfan hurriedly said respectfully: "Seventh Master Patriarch, please enter with the token."

Without saying a word, Wang Lin stepped forward, grabbed the token in the void, turned into a long rainbow, and flew directly to the seventh floor.

This light door obviously has the function of teleportation. As soon as Wang Lin stepped into it, his eyes immediately blurred. When he was clear, he came to a world like a fairyland.

The fragrance of flowers is everywhere here, the light water is tingling, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and sometimes there are cranes flying by.

In mid-air, at this moment, the colorful clouds are rapidly merging with each other to form a huge figure. This figure can't see its appearance clearly, but a burst of immortal power is crazily emerging.

"Token!"

A majestic voice came from the mouth of this giant.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and with a flick of the token in his hand, there was a whistling sound, and he flew directly towards the giant, only to see the token suddenly pause in front of the giant, and with a bang, it turned into a little crystal light and merged into the giant's body.

After a while, the giant's voice sounded again.

"The seventh son of the purple family has not taken the immortal jade for one hundred and three years. Do you want to take it all at once?"

Wang Lin was stunned. With his concentration, he couldn't help being shocked at this moment. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Take them all out!"

"A total of 120,000 to 600 yuan!" The giant's voice echoed, and pieces of immortal jade suddenly flew out of his body, and piled up ten feet away in front of Wang Lin in an instant at an extremely fast speed.

Wang Lin stared straight at the celestial jade that was crazily piled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and suddenly felt a sense of parched tongue. He never thought that this day, the Fortune Sect would actually calculate the celestial jade so much.

"If there is that kind of disciple status that has been vacant for tens of thousands of years, wouldn't the number of immortal jades reach an incredible level? There should be very few immortal jades, but why are there so many in this day's fortune sect..." Wang Lin took a deep breath. At this moment, the immortal jade had piled up like a mountain. Wang Lin's eyes showed a glimmer of brilliance. He opened the storage bag, and immediately put away all the immortal jade as quickly as possible.

After doing this, he touched the storage bag, still feeling unreal and unreal in his mind.

He shook his head and smiled wryly, thinking to himself that it is no wonder that others would regard him as an aboriginal monk. With his current concentration, it is indeed still not enough. The more than [-] fast immortal jades have already made him completely jealous. At the moment just now, no matter who stopped When he obtained the immortal jade, Wang Lin would not hesitate to make a move.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Lin's eyes gradually cleared up, recovering from the shock of the fairy jade.

At this moment, the huge figure in mid-air gradually dissipated and turned into colorful clouds again. Bursts of crystal light flashed out in the void, condensed into tokens, and flew towards Wang Lin like lightning.

The moment Wang Lin raised his right hand and held the token, his body was suddenly pushed by an invisible force, and he retreated several tens of feet, and disappeared from this place in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)