Immortal Renegade

Chapter 63

Wang Lin was about to study when suddenly a low voice came from behind him. With his right hand clenched, he shot a golden light and shot above the flying sword. He turned around and saw Zhang Hu opened his eyes. He was stunned when he saw Wang Lin. He stood up quickly, looked around, and finally looked straight at the flying sword and scabbard in Wang Lin's hands, with a happy expression on his face, and said, "He... is dead?"

Wang Lin chuckled lightly, nodded and said, "Well, Zhang Hu, you didn't recognize me just now, you must be worried about him, right?"

Zhang Hu quickly touched his chest, closed his eyes a little, and said excitedly: "He really died, Wang Lin, this is not the place to talk. After I get rid of these people, we can talk about the old days."

After he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and three fireballs appeared immediately.

The surrounding Liu San and others were completely shocked. What they saw just now was a scene that would never happen in their dreams in this life. At this moment, seeing the fireball appearing in Zhang Hu's hand, they immediately showed a look of panic.

As for the men in black all around, they looked at Zhang Hu cautiously, with fear in their eyes.

Wang Lin frowned, just as he was about to speak, Zhang Hu took a step ahead of him, and the three fireballs quickly dispersed, not targeting Liu San and other mighty guards, but the crowd in black around him.

Under the absolute power, the fate of these mortals is like an ant, and they have no ability to fight back at all. Together with Song Xing who fell to the ground, they instantly vanished into nothingness. In the heat wave, several golden blood beads strangely merged. Instead of dissipating with the corpse, it floated out and was swallowed by Zhang Hu.

Liu San and the others were scorched by the heat, and the skin on their bodies cracked, but they didn't dare to move.

Seeing Zhang Hu throwing out three more fireballs, Wang Lin said solemnly, "Zhang Hu, stop killing people!"

Zhang Hu looked back at Wang Lin and said, "If these people don't kill them, I'm afraid they will go back and talk nonsense. The one you killed just now was my master, who is the sixth disciple of the old man in Jimo. Run away to death."

The middle-aged scholar was the one who remained calm among the survivors. He gritted his teeth and said quickly, "Two immortals, we swear we will not talk nonsense, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Hu frowned and said with a sneer: "Don't talk nonsense? You can't be beaten at that time. You will be sacrificed for your soul, and everything will be clear." Although he said it to the middle-aged scholar, but His eyes looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to call. The six or seven people who survived immediately lifted off uncontrollably and floated in front of Wang Lin.

Zhang Hu stopped the fireball and stood aside without speaking.

Wang Lin took out a jade slip from the storage bag. This jade slip was all the formulas he exchanged with Zhang Kuang at the trade fair he attended with Wang Hao when he was in the Hengyue faction. .

At the beginning, he had flipped through it, and vaguely remembered that there was a spell in it called Divine Transformation, which could expel the memory of the other party.

After searching carefully, Wang Lin finally found the record of the divine transformation. Wang Lin glanced at it, put away the jade slip, and a blue light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly everyone was confused, and blue light slowly appeared in their eyes. After a long time, the blue light flashed. Disappeared, several people looked sluggish, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Hu secretly sighed and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

After Wang Lin performed divine transformation, he glanced at Zhang Hu, and with a movement, he quickly lifted off into the sky and flew into the distance.Zhang Hu took a deep breath, spat out a golden bead, stepped on it, and followed.

The two long rainbows flew in the air for a long time. Zhang Hu was out of breath and landed on a top of the mountain. Wang Lin looked as usual and fell lightly.

Zhang Hu took a slow breath, found a place to sit down, took out two pieces of sweet potatoes from the storage bag, handed one to Wang Lin, and said with a smile, "I baked this, you can see how it tastes."

Wang Lin took the sweet potato. At this moment, he seemed to return to the scene ten years ago, when two teenagers got to know each other in the room of the registered disciples of the Hengyue School.

"After I left the Hengyue Sect, I didn't go home, but wandered around, trying to find another cultivator sect. In the end, by coincidence, I took a spirit grass and unknowingly reached the first level of the Qi Condensation Stage. Because, this pair lost the booklet of the Weasel. After that, I met Bai Zhan. Bai Zhan was my master. He saw that I had the cultivation level of the first layer of the Qi Condensation Period. He did not kill me, but put I accepted him as a disciple and helped him collect the blood of mortals. This Bai Zhan planted poison in my body, and his life and death were controlled by him.

I didn't recognize you just now because he was around. Fortunately, you killed him. Once he died, the poison also died. I was finally freed. "Zhang Hu took a bite of the sweet potato and briefly talked about his experience in the past ten years.

Wang Lin was quite emotional. Zhang Hu said it briefly, which seemed to be an understatement, but his expression was melancholy, revealing the hardships of the past ten years.

Zhang Hu looked envious and said, "Wang Lin, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years. If you can kill my master, you must have established the foundation? My master's flying sword is very powerful. He once said At present, it can only exert two-fifths of its power, but just like that, no one can be considered below the foundation stage."

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "We haven't built the foundation yet. What is the origin of this flying sword? Do you know?"

Zhang Hu glanced at Wang Lin in amazement, did not ask any further questions, but thought about it carefully and said, "I seem to have mentioned it once, saying that it was obtained by a great opportunity in a cave, and he has always regarded it as a treasure. By the way, there is also the scabbard, which is also a treasure. The master cares more about the scabbard than the flying sword. I have heard the master say these two things, except for him, unless he is in the stage of forming pills. , otherwise no one can re-sacrifice."

Wang Lin found a stone and sat down, pondered a little, and said, "Tell me about the old Jimo man, let's take precautions."

Zhang Hu swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and said, "Old Jimo is a loose cultivator. It is said that he has reached the stage of forming pills and is the most vulnerable. This time Bai Zhan is dead, he will definitely investigate. You'd better return to the Hengyue faction immediately. I don't care, the big deal is to go to Tengjiacheng to hide, presumably the old Jimo does not dare to be arrogant in Tengjiacheng, as long as I don't go out, there should be no danger."

Wang Lin smiled wryly and said, "The Hengyue faction has died in name only."

Zhang Hu was stunned and said with a smile: "I heard about it. Four years ago, Xuan Daozong robbed the Hengyue Sect's gate, but didn't the disciples of the Hengyue Sect migrate? Why, are you not among the migration?"

Wang Lin was reluctant to talk about this topic, and asked, "Where is the Fuji family city?"

(End of this chapter)