Renegade Immortal

A strange red light filled Wang Lin's whole body. This red light came from the blood that he had integrated into his soul. Under the power of this strange blood, Wang Lin's collapsed body actually regrouped in a moment.

Wang Lin had no time to think about this sudden scene. He clearly felt that the power of the blood cells integrated into the soul was rapidly dissipating with the rebirth of his body.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the power of this blood ball will completely disappear.

But Wang Lin no longer cared about all this. At this moment, his body regrouped, and crazy thoughts filled his body. Staring at Shui Daozi, Wang Lin rushed out.

As he rushed out, his body suddenly changed, but it once again formed the ancient god's physical body several hundred feet long! The six star points between his eyebrows rotate, and even the regular stars formed by his artistic conception rotate. At a glance, he looks like a seven-star ancient god!

The aura of madness emanated from the ancient god's body. At this moment, Wang Lin seemed to have swallowed countless immortal fruits and went crazy!

He can't die, he must not die, he wants to kill everything, every living thing in sight, no matter the cost!

Roar!

Wang Lin roared like an ancient evil spirit. He clenched his fist with his right hand and headed straight for Shuidaozi. The moment he punched out, a complex ancient god's words came out of his mouth!

The ancient gods don't have many magical powers, but the power of each magical power is beyond the comprehension of monks. As Wang Lin's spell reverberated, the majestic vitality of the ancient gods in his body suddenly burst out! Of all the creatures in this world, none can compare with the ancient gods in terms of vitality!

"Ancient divine art, destroying life and summoning spirits!"

Wang Lin roared and punched. The impact of this punch was earth-shattering, causing all the void in front of him to suddenly collapse. Under this punch, the vitality in Wang Lin's body dissipated crazily and turned into A powerful force that shocked the world was contained in his fist, and he rushed straight towards Shuidaozi.

With a loud bang, the entire fifth-level star field almost collapsed. Wang Lin's fist fell and touched Shui Daozi's right palm! In the roar, Wang Lin spurted out blood, and his body was immediately thrown out. However, he stopped a thousand feet away, and rushed out again with madness and ferocity.

Shui Daozi's face remained normal, but his right palm was slightly numb. All his cultivation was focused on fighting against the colorful nails between his eyebrows. He didn't have much strength, but the palm just now was enough to destroy a monk who had reached the Great Perfection of Nirvana.

"Exchanging life for strength, this magical power is just to drink poison to quench thirst, let's see how many punches you can throw!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Wang Lin has come again, and the second punch roars out. During this second punch, part of the vitality in his body has once again dissipated. His hair, which was originally white, is now gray, and the stars between his eyebrows are more... It has a gloomy meaning.

The second punch, roar! At the moment when he collided with Shui Daozi's palm, Wang Lin endured the injuries in his body with a sad smile on his face, but he did not flinch. Instead, he punched the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth punches crazily... In an instant, Wang Lin punched ten times!

These ten punches consumed too much vitality. As each punch landed, the roaring sound was earth-shattering, and the entire fifth-order star field collapsed!

Countless cracks formed a storm, sweeping across the fifth-level star field. Wang Lin's head withered one by one in the swing of the fists, and wrinkles appeared on his body, making him look old all of a sudden.

But his eyes were still flashing red, showing a crazy fighting spirit!

The roaring sound kept ringing, and he swung his fists, constantly fighting against Shui Daozi. For the second punch, Shui Daozi's expression remained as usual, but by the sixth punch, Shui Daozi withdrew his right hand and took a few steps back. Open your mouth and spray mist forward.

Use this mist to fight Wang Lin's remaining punches!

"Even if you are an ancient god in the flesh, it is absolutely unbearable for you to withstand this magical power that consumes your life. It is extremely ridiculous to fight me in this way!" Shui Daozi sneered and the colorful light between his brows was completely resisted by him, no matter what No matter how the colorful nails rotated, they could not break through his skull, but the heartbreaking pain continued to come from the center of his eyebrows.

"The Master's Seven-Colored Divine Void Nail is too weird. Fortunately, I don't know the specific method of using it, but now we must prevent the Seven-Colored Divine Void Nail from changing!" Shui Daozi shouted, but all his cultivation power exploded, He actually wanted to force out even one inch of the colorful nails between his eyebrows!

At this moment, most of the vitality in Wang Lin's body has disappeared. His whole person is like an old man who has reached a dead end, exuding bursts of death. The stars between his eyebrows are even darker, and his body is covered with wrinkles. It seems that even his body is infinite. Get older.

But the flames in his eyes were even thicker. With a desolate roar, Wang Lin rushed out again, like a moth, knowing that he would die, but he still rushed towards the flames. How many people knew that moths fly into the flames, sometimes It’s not that I yearn for the flame, but that I have the determination to extinguish the flame!

As he rushed out, Wang Lin clenched his right hand into a fist, but he swung it again. The booming sound became the last sound in the world, replacing all sounds. In Wang Lin's swing, the eleventh punch, the twelfth punch, the thirteenth punch... Until the nineteenth punch, it suddenly exploded.

Every punch was the pinnacle of Wang Lin's cultivation at this moment. It was the most powerful blow of the ancient god, and it was transformed by his consumption of life force!

The roaring sound was earth-shattering, and Wang Lin was bleeding from all his orifices. He was almost on the verge of death, but his fists did not stop at all. Even Shui Daozi couldn't help but feel moved at this moment!

In this roar, the mist sprayed by Shui Daozi resisted all. Not only did it not dissipate, but it rushed forward, trying to swallow Wang Lin.

"Unfortunately, if you can sustain more than a hundred punches with such a full blow, you may still hurt me when I fight against the Seven-Colored Nail. However, the nineteen punches now are already your limit, and all the vitality in your body has collapsed. You don’t even need me to kill you, you will die on your own in a moment!”

Shui Daozi's cold voice came out, but Wang Lin could no longer hear it at this moment. His ears were filled with blood, and all the sounds that came through were so subtle that he could hardly hear them.

He was very tired, and his whole body was filled with the energy of death. A feeling of returning to ruins gradually came to his mind, as if it was taking him far away, away from this cruel world of cultivation, and away from all pain.

Even the red light in his eyes dimmed, becoming dull.

But at that moment when the mist rushed towards Wang Lin and tried to swallow him up, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head, and his dim eyes suddenly burst into light!

"We monks, why bother fighting! I understand that this fight is not about fighting, but a determination to resist even though you know you will die!" Wang Lin took a step forward with a sad smile and raised his right hand. , punched again crazily!

The twentieth punch!

With a punch, black blood flowed from the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, but he did not stop, but started laughing wildly. His laughter was earth-shattering, with a sense of pride that would not yield to the rules of all things in the world and all living beings!

"I, Wang Lin, am practicing Taoism at the age of sixteen!" The twenty-first punch came out! The mist roared in without stopping at all.

"Enter Hengyue... Kill Tengli!" The twenty-second punch was fired! The moment it was swallowed up, the mist suddenly stopped.

"Escape from the Demonic Sea and form a golden elixir!" The twenty-third punch! The mist shook violently, and a sharp roar came from within.

"Become a Yuanying, destroy the Manchus of the Teng family, shake the Suzaku, and pray to God!" Wang Lin walked forward, laughing as if he was talking to himself, but his fists were furiously bombarding him, punches twenty-four, twenty-five, and twenty-six ! The mist exploded with a bang, and it was forced back three feet!

"Yin and yang are empty and strong, the three realms of Nirvana! A life-long crisis, unyielding to the world, countless murders!" Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty punches! The mist rolled back, and its inner scream became more intense, revealing a sense of panic as it retreated crazily.

"So far, countless people have been killed. Two thousand years of cultivation have reached the current level!" The thirty-first...thirty-nine punches!

"I've fought in the sky, I've fought on the earth, and today I'm fighting against the mighty Third Step. What a pity if I die!" The 40th, 41st, 42nd... and the 53rd punch!

"My only regret is that I can't resurrect the one I love, but it doesn't matter if I die with her!" Fifty-fourth, fifty-five, fifty-six... Sixty-fourth punch! The rewinding mist collapsed with a bang, turning into nothingness and completely dissipating.

"Even if you give up your life, what's the problem!" Sixty-fifth, sixty-seven...seventy-fifth punch!

Blood spurted out from Wang Lin's whole body, and he had become a bloody man. His body shrank rapidly, and he became infinitely old. Death energy filled his whole body, causing his internal organs to decay, and even his vitality was extinct!

In fact, as early as the twenty-third punch, his vitality had already dissipated, and the remaining punches were all due to the power of the blood cells fused in his soul!

"Walking around the world, you should stand upright, even if you die in battle, it doesn't matter!" Wang Lin's voice was hoarse, and it seemed that even the voice contained the smell of blood. When it was heard, it could shock the hearts of all who heard it!

Seventy-sixth, seventy-seven, seventy-eight...the eighty-fourth punch!

"My life is cut off. I am about to die, but this magical fist has not ended. The light of the flowing moon has given me five thousand years of reversal and five thousand years of life!" Wang Lin looked up to the sky and smiled, and hit the eighty-four punches. The body keeps moving forward, like a warrior immortal who is not afraid of heaven and earth, walking out step by step with the determination to die!

Everything in front of it, nothing can stop it!

Shuidaozi's eyes showed a rare solemnity. For the first time, he felt that the person in front of him was amazing!

The moment Wang Lin finished speaking, the emptiness of the star outside his body turned into a sea, and the tall stone gate above it suddenly stood up and filled with desolation. Under the reversal, it all enveloped Wang Lin!

Eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven...the hundredth punch! !

In this short period of time, Wang Lin consumed all the power of his blood cells and all the energy in his body to turn into the Flowing Moon Technique. He reversed five thousand years and gained enough power to perform a hundred earth-shattering and earth-shattering moves that made ghosts and gods cry. fist! !

This is Wang Lin's strongest hundred punches in his life. This is his...life!