Immortal Renegade

Chapter 87
Wang Lin kept staring at the cultivator holding his soul jade slip. At the moment when the other three were about to crush the jade slip, he opened his mouth and spat out a green light. The green light flashed and slashed at the other side in an instant.

As soon as the green light came out, the surrounding cold air was threatening, and the blood-refined flying sword, which had been cultivated with Wang Lin's life, changed after Wang Lin practiced Huang Quan Sheng Qiao Jue's spiritual power mutation. , unknowingly displayed on the flying sword.

The cold air on the flying sword was extremely domineering. The surrounding flowers and plants were swept away by the cold air, and immediately turned into ice crystals. Even the monks at the early stage of foundation establishment all became stiff and numb in an instant, and their skin was quickly visible to the naked eye. crystallization.

The cultivator holding the jade slip of Wang Lin's soul was taken aback immediately. He didn't have time to crush the jade slip and hurriedly backed away, but he never dreamed that the small green sword hummed and disappeared in front of him. In a daze, the cultivator hurriedly sacrificed a defensive magic weapon, but it was too late.

The flying sword appeared ten feet in front of the opponent, and the green light flashed, pierced into the cultivator's throat, and penetrated out.

Wang Lin jumped up, grabbed the soul jade slip from the air, and threw it into the storage bag.

All this happened too fast, and it is most appropriate to describe it with electric light and flint. At this time, the other two monks in the late stage of foundation establishment had already crushed the soul jade slip, and a pink smoke floated out from the broken jade slip. Like a wave, it surged around in a ring.

The corpse Yin sect disciples stored the coffins of the corpse puppets. At the moment when they encountered the pink smoke, they immediately heard the sound of "呲呲" from the coffin, as if someone was lying in the coffin, scratching with the fingernails of both hands. Like a coffin.

Looking at the disciples at the foundation-building stage, they stood motionless as if they had been casted on the body-fixing technique.

After crushing the jade slip, the two cultivators in the late stage of foundation establishment, without even looking at Wang Lin, rushed into the giant gate that was about to collapse at an extremely fast speed.

The two flashed in, and then, the giant door completely dissipated, turning into a little sparkle, and slowly disappearing without a trace.

Without saying a word, Wang Lin quickly retreated from the distance, looked at the location of the disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect, and remained silent.

At this time, the babbling sound became louder and louder, and suddenly one of the coffin lids suddenly shattered, a pair of black claws came out straight, and there was a heavy breathing sound.

Slowly, a mummified corpse with long black hair all over his body sat up from the coffin, his eyes glowing green, he turned his head to look around, and finally focused on the owner closest to him.

There was a bloodthirsty cold light in its eyes, it jumped up suddenly, screamed, grabbed his master, sucked fiercely from the nose, and suddenly the cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment trembled, and his skin shrank at an extremely fast speed. , turned into a trace of white gas, and quickly drilled into the body of the corpse.

At the same time, the withered muscles on the corpse puppet immediately swelled up as if it had been injected with vitality.

It didn't take long for the cultivator to be skinny, only breathing out, but not taking in.Looking at the corpse puppet, it has already recovered its human form.

Immediately after, the corpse puppet sucked again, the monk snorted miserably, his body fell, and he died of breathlessness. A wisp of yellow gas floated out of the corpse leisurely, grabbed by the corpse puppet's big hand, and directly stuffed it into his mouth.

Soon, the body of the corpse changed rapidly, the hair grew back, and the black hair on the body gradually fell off. Almost in a blink of an eye, he became exactly the same as the monk before.

At the same time, one after another, the coffin lids shattered open one after another, and pairs of corpse claws protruded from the coffin. As soon as these corpse puppets appeared, they immediately jumped up and rushed towards their respective owners.

Not all corpse puppets are like this. About one-third of the corpse puppets looked around blankly after climbing out of the coffin, standing there motionless.

Wang Lin was shocked to see the scene in front of him. Anyone who swallowed the corpse of a monk would eventually have a cultivation base that was almost in the late stage of foundation establishment. Looking at the dozen or so monsters in front of him, Wang Lin's scalp was numb, and he stepped back cautiously.

At this moment, the screams sounded one after another, and the corpse puppets that had been swallowed in between turned into their respective masters, and they all turned their attention to the remaining corpse Yin sect disciples, and they all swarmed up.

Flesh and blood were flying, and the wind was blowing. Wang Lin turned and left quickly without saying a word.

After walking far away, Wang Lin stood with a gloomy expression outside a dense forest in the valley. He knew the viciousness of the Corpse Yin Sect. If he had stopped the cultivator before he smashed the jade slip, he would have become one of those people by now. A monster's belly wrap.

After sneering a few times, Wang Lin knew that there were many dangers in the Cassia Valley. Almost all the sects of Zhao Guozheng and Demons gathered here. Regarding the affairs of the battlefield outside the territory, Wang Lin did not intend to participate. He was going to find an exit to leave here. What he wants to do now is Find a cold place, retreat to practice, and improve your cultivation.

So when he came into contact with the cultivation world, Wang Lin felt that there were dangers all around him. If he was not careful, he would die on the spot. But since he had embarked on the road of cultivation, if he wanted to go on safely, he had to make himself stronger.

At the same time, the wood-type material required by the Tian Ni beads is also the focus of Wang Lin's current mind.

While thinking about it, Wang Lin suddenly took a few steps back, and with a swoosh, a black light flashed past where he was standing just now, and at the same time, a burst of laughter came from the jungle.

"Boy, you are hiding very quickly." A young man in a fancy dress walked out of the dense forest slowly, stared at Wang Lin with a smile on his face, looked up and down, and said, "Which sect?"

Wang Lin looked as usual, and said coldly, "The Corpse Yin Sect."

The young man in Huafu was startled and said with a smile, "The Corpse Yin Sect? Rumor has it that the disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect always carry a coffin with them. Where's your coffin?"

Wang Lin glanced at the other party and frowned.

The young man snorted coldly, pointed his right hand, and a black awn appeared on his fingertips, and said, "Whether you are a Corpse Yin sect or not, leave your storage bag."

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, his consciousness swept away, and he found that there were three people in the dense forest. He didn't speak, and took a few steps back.

When the young man saw Wang Lin retreat, there was a look of contempt on his face. When he tapped his right hand, a black light flashed and shot at Wang Lin's chest and heart.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and waved his sleeves. Gravity turned into a big hand in front of him. The black light hit the big hand, rushed in a few inches, and dissipated.

Wang Lin glanced at the young man indifferently. In his consciousness, he found that the three people in the dense forest were fast approaching here. He did not want to entangle with each other and quickly retreated.

The young man's face was slightly angry. Although the other party was in the early stage of foundation building like himself, he was followed by three senior brothers, one of whom was in the middle stage of foundation building. Have a plan, prepare to act secretly, and take this opportunity to kill people and win treasures.

You must know that in this competition, the respective sects have scattered a lot of magic weapons to the disciples of the foundation-building stage in order to improve their strength.

Seeing that the other party was alone, the young man couldn't help but have the idea of ​​killing someone. Now, seeing Wang Lin retreat, he slapped the storage bag without saying a word, and suddenly an eight-inch ruler flew out.

The ruler is emerald green, and immediately exudes a strong fragrance after it appears. The young man took a deep breath, and without saying a word, the ruler moved, and with a buzzing sound, a huge black Ganoderma lucidum emerged from the ruler, and the moment the Ganoderma lucidum appeared , suddenly detached from the ruler and floated in the air.

With a solemn expression, the young man quickly took out an item from the storage bag and threw it out, only to see a flash of red light, a blood-red poisonous bee rushing towards Ganoderma lucidum at a very fast speed, swallowing Ganoderma lucidum in a few mouthfuls Finish.

Its volume suddenly increased several times, like the size of a fist, and with a sharp snort, it rushed towards Wang Lin.

All of this is slow to say, but in fact it was just a blink of an eye. A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and a small green sword flashed in front of him, rushing towards the poisonous bee.

The poisonous bee hummed, and quite spiritually, at the moment when the flying sword stabbed, it ducked to the side, but at this moment, the flying sword suddenly disappeared in place, and when it appeared, it was already approaching the young man. Passed through, bringing a cavity of blood.

The youth in Huafu didn't even react, and died violently.

As soon as the young man died, the green ruler in mid-air immediately lost its luster and fell. Wang Lin grabbed the ruler and the storage bag on the youth's waist and left quickly.

The poisonous bee circled in mid-air and quickly flew in the direction Wang Lin fled.

At the same time, three figures rushed out of the dense forest. The three men, two men and one woman, had a gloomy expression. He glanced at the corpse on the ground and shouted, "Chase!"

At this moment, two uninvited guests came to the border town far north of Zhao State. One of them had a thin face and was wearing a black robe. His eyes were open and closed, and a sinister color flashed.

Beside him, there is a monk with immortal style. This monk is quite old and has many wrinkles on his face, but he has an elegant air that radiates from his body, which is exactly the same as the gloom of the black-robed old man. sharp contrast.

At this time, he was standing outside the town, holding an antique mirror in his hand, constantly looking at it, and pinching it in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Qiming, have you figured it out?" The black-robed old man's voice was full of slaughter, and he said coldly.

The cultivator frowned and said, "Teng Huayuan, you don't know that person's name or appearance, and you only rely on the power of a curse, how can I find it?"

The black-robed old man was indeed Teng Huayuan, he stared at the cultivator and said word by word, "Fellow Daoist Qiming, this old man did not hesitate to open the Valley of No Frontiers to get the qualification token of the extraterritorial battlefield, just for your destiny. If you can help me find that person's close relative, I will never frown as long as I can do it, Teng Huayuan."

The cultivator was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "Forget it, I will try my best, but Daoist Teng, you have a lot of injustice and a debt, and I hope you will kill less..."

(End of this chapter)