Immortal Renegade

Chapter 89 Mourning the Tribulation (End)

This kind of feeling Wang Lin had never had before. It was a heart-piercing pain, as if all the blood in his body had been pulled out of his body at this moment, and bursts of dizziness flooded into his heart.

Wang Lin endured the inexplicable pain, and walked quickly. Seeing the three people behind him continue to pursue, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he turned his direction, and flew towards Yujian, the gathering place of the Corpse Yin Sect.

Four Changhongs cut through the Cassia Valley at an extremely fast speed.

Panic and helplessness were the only thoughts left in Wang Hao and Wang Zhuo's hearts. The two of them didn't even dare to move.

The cultivator of the immortal style, with a complicated expression on his face, sighed softly, turned his head, and stopped looking.

Teng Huayuan stepped into the door with a grin, his hands clasped together, and a purple ring of ripples spread out when they separated, covering the entire house, making it difficult for the people inside to fly.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his footsteps and walked into the nearest side room. This is the place where the servants lived. He only heard the miserable mourning coming from the room, and the yellow smoke wafted out of the room. Inhaled by the small flag.

The painful faces of seven or eight servants of the Wang family appeared on the flag.

Teng Huayuan didn't stop, and continued to walk into the next room. He screamed several times in a row. Wang Hao's body trembled, and he wanted to resist, but he couldn't speak.

Soon, all the servants were reduced to grievances, and Teng Huayuan's face became even more ferocious. At this time, most of the Wang family were alarmed by the screams, and they wanted to go out to check, but one by one. But he was horrified to find that all the rooms were shrouded in purple light, and he couldn't get out at all.

All I could hear was the miserable mourning that was constantly coming from outside. This unknown fear made all the members of the Wang family succumbed.

Teng Huayuan muttered to himself: "Li'er, if that person kills you, I will kill his entire family to avenge you." After speaking, he stepped into a room again.

Wang Hao's body trembled, as if there was a force rushing out of his body, his mind was shocked, he rushed out a few steps desperately, and shouted: "No..."

Teng Huayuan turned back and sneered, and with a wave of his right hand, the house suddenly turned into flying ashes, revealing a man and a woman with panicked faces inside.

The man and the woman were Wang Lin's third uncle and third aunt, Wang Hao's parents.

Teng Huayuan grabbed his right hand, and Wang Hao's father immediately jumped into the air, holding his neck with both hands.

Wang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and tears were left behind. He shouted and was about to rush out, but Wang Zhuo hugged him, Wang Zhuo pressed Wang Hao tightly, and whispered, "Wang Hao, don't be impulsive. , the other party is an old monster in the Yuan Ying period."

Teng Huayuan sneered a few times, and when he retracted his right hand, there was a sudden bang. Wang Hao's father's head turned into a mist of blood, and half of his body fell to the ground. His soul immediately left his body and was captured by the black flag.

"No!!" Wang Hao's voice became hoarse.He only felt as if he had been hit by a boulder in his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood, staring at his father's corpse in a daze, and muttering to himself, "Why...why..."

Teng Huayuan grabbed again, grabbed Wang Hao's mother, crushed her head, and threw the body back, still in front of Wang Hao.

Wang Hao swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood again. He collapsed completely and hugged his mother's body. Tears couldn't stop flowing. He raised his head suddenly, stared at Teng Huayuan, and roared: " why!!!!"

Teng Huayuan's face was gloomy, and with a flick of his sleeve, the entire Wang family mansion turned into fly ash and disappeared in a flash of purple light. There were more than 40 people left on the ground. Members of the royal family.

They were all panicked, and the female family members couldn't help crying.Except for the living, all the dead bodies on the ground were headless.

Teng Huayuan grinned and grabbed one person. He was Wang Lin's father's third uncle, and currently the oldest old man in the Wang family.

In the screams of everyone around, he was pulled from his soul by Teng Huayuan and died miserably.

Wang Hao stared blankly at everything in front of him, but he didn't notice at all. Wang Zhuo held his hand and had already deducted blood on his arm. Wang Zhuo didn't dare to look into the eyes of his parents in the crowd, his body trembled and lowered his head. Head, eyes red.

The crowd was crying. Wang Lin's fourth uncle, who had been in the grass for half his life, was more courageous than ordinary people. He smiled sadly, as if thinking about it. He was alone, his wife died of illness a year ago, and his son even more He was sent to the Jianghu sect for training many years ago, but at this time he was willing to give up, and asked loudly:
"Shangxian, how did our royal family offend you? I and other mortals are like ants in your eyes, but even if they are ants, you must let us understand why all this is!"

The cultivator of Xianfeng Daogu snorted lightly, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the middle-aged man.

"Why?" Teng Huayuan tapped several times with both hands, and suddenly several people died, blood and flesh scattered, blurred.

"There is a character in your royal family. Since you dare to kill my great-grandson, I will destroy his entire clan!" After he finished speaking, he slapped his right hand, the ground trembled, and more than a dozen people died on the spot.

Wang Hao broke free from Wang Zhuo and was about to rush up, but was caught up by Wang Zhuo again and pressed to the ground, with tears streaming down his face, he whispered, "Wang Hao, no matter what happened in the past, now we have to live, only to live. , to get revenge!"

Wang Lin's fourth uncle smiled miserably and said, "Shangxian, how could someone in my royal family be able to kill your great-grandson? For hundreds of years, there have only been three people in my royal family who have cultivated immortality..." He suddenly paused when he said this. Something seems to have come to mind.

Among the survivors, Wang Zhuo's father knelt on the ground with a thud and said in a trembling voice, "Shangxian, is the person who killed your grandson called Wang Lin?"

A cold light flashed in Teng Huayuan's eyes, and he said silently in his heart: "Wang Lin... so he is called Wang Lin!" He glanced at the other party, grabbed his right hand, and immediately grabbed Wang Zhuo's father in front of him, staring at his Eyes, word for word: "Tell me about Wang Lin."

Wang Zhuo's father hurriedly told everything about Wang Lin, including his parents' residence, and he thought viciously in his heart: "Die, die, even if you didn't kill it, The Wang family is gone, so your parents should be buried with you."

After hearing this, Teng Huayuan let out a long laugh, his hands clasped together, and a thunder ball appeared between his hands when he separated.

Wang Zhuo's father was the closest. As soon as he touched the ripples of the lightning ball, he immediately shook his entire body, and his clothes were all turned into flying ashes.

When the ripples were about to spread to Fourth Uncle Wang Lin, he had already closed his eyes, but a soft white light suddenly enveloped him, blocking the thunderball ripples.

Teng Huayuan turned around and stared at the immortal monk.

The cultivator sighed and said, "Fellow Daoist Teng, let this person stay, I will be useful."

Teng Huayuan sneered, pointed at Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao, and said to the monk, "You two, you won't interfere."

The cultivator chuckled, looked at Teng Huayuan, and said, "Fellow Daoist Teng, why do you know why you ask? If you killed them both in front of me, I wouldn't care at the time, but Senior Park Nanzi of Xuan Daozong asked. From now on, I will naturally tell the truth.”

Teng Huayuan looked at the cultivator, and after a long time, he stepped on his feet, and with a roar, the entire Wang family's mansion became a ruin.

As for Wang Zhuo and others, he didn't even look at them, and flew off according to the Wang Lin's family route he had obtained before.

Wang Zhuo's body trembled as he stared at the ruins in a daze. After being silent for a while, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times. His forehead was already broken and blood was all over his face.At this time, his face was slightly hideous.

Wang Hao clenched his teeth, laughed miserably, and slumped to the ground.

Wang Zhuo got up and picked up Wang Hao, bent over at the monk, and flew in the direction of Xuan Daozong.

The cultivator sighed and said in his heart, "I'm doing something wrong, I don't know about it. What I did is right or wrong... But this middle-aged man has extraordinary courage. If he can save one, he can just forget about the other." Thinking of this, he rolled his sleeves Dump, and Wang Lin's fourth uncle, disappeared in the Wang family's ancestral house.

Fuji Huayuan arrived at Wang Lin's village almost instantly. On the small black flag behind him, the souls of more than 100 members of the Wang family were all sealed on it. It's a look of pain.

A miserable wailing wafted out from the flag, and the gloomy wind burst out.

After arriving at the village, Teng Hua's primordial consciousness swept away and immediately found Wang Lin's house, sneered, and rushed down...

A quarter of an hour later, Teng Huayuan walked out of the Wang's house and slapped the black chess with his right hand, and the black chess became incomparably huge. After that, Teng Huayuan bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of baby blood. With the sound, a circle of ripples swayed on the flag. Slowly, the ripples gradually subsided, revealing a picture. In the picture, Wang Lin was walking quickly in a dense forest.

Teng Huayuan grinned and clicked the screen on his right hand.

Speaking of Wang Lin, he jumped down inexplicably, and with the three chasing behind him, he ran towards the gathering place of the Corpse Yin Sect. Suddenly, there was an unprecedented pain in his chest, as if a breath had been pulled away, and he snorted miserably. , He stumbled under his feet, half-knelt on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

pain!Unbelievable pain!Indescribable pain!
This kind of pain, like a tide, drowned Wang Lin. Immortals are extremely sensitive in certain aspects. At this moment, Wang Lin felt a panic that he had never felt before, and he couldn't help but think of the kindness of his parents. face.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Lin saw a scene that he will remember for the rest of his life.

"No!!!" Two lines of blood and tears were left in Wang Lin's eyes. His expression was painful, his body was trembling, and a trace of cold and cold spiritual energy ran rampant in his body, completely out of control. Within a radius of ten feet, all The grass and trees immediately turned into blue crystals, and the spread of this chilly spiritual energy has been intensifying...

At this moment, the realm of "extreme" in Wang Lin's spiritual power is endlessly climbing, the realm of extremes, and the extremes are omnipotent.

(End of this chapter)