Renegade Immortal

"Yan Leizi, what happened back then was not as you saw - one by one," Chong Xuanzi's voice said. With regret and sadness for his master, before leaving, he looked back at Yan Leizi complicatedly.

There was no wind in the starry sky. Even if there was wind, it was caused by magical power. The storm before Long Panzi left tore apart the red light in the crack and opened all the well seals on it, making the seven-color world clear. Revealed in front of Wang Lin.

As bursts of colorful light flashed out, a crazy roar suddenly came from the crack. This roar was like a wild beast, revealing a bloodthirsty and murderous streak.

Hearing this roar, Wang Lin calmed down. He silently looked at the colorful cracks. After a long time, he looked back at Yan Leizi behind him.

Yan Leizi's eyes were always looking in the distance in the direction where Chongxuanzi and the two were leaving, and the hatred in his eyes was extremely strong.

Wang Lin did not know the cause and effect of the deep hatred between Yan Leizi and Chong Xuanzi, but Yan Leizi fled to Luo Tianhou and tried his best to finally start a war between Luo Tian and the alliance. This shows that this hatred is as deep as the sea!

"I can't help you with this matter...," Wang Lin sighed secretly. He knew the power of hatred, which was enough to make people crazy.

Yan Leizi was silent. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, bowed to Wang Lin with cupped fists, and said in a low voice: "This junior and Chui Xuanzi are in a private car. Feng Zun, don't take it to heart. The overall situation is the most important right now. I regret this... If At the end of this battle, if the junior dies, everything will disappear. If he dies in battle, the same will happen...

But if neither of us died in the end, then the hatred in the eyes of the younger generation, Yan Leizi, who seeks revenge, was deeply hidden by him. He has been practicing Taoism for many years and can endure it for eternity, so he doesn't care to endure it for a few more days.

He would never forget that scene back then. He and Chongxuanzi were close Taoist friends. It was because of Chongxuanzi's invitation that he and his Taoist companions joined the Cultivation Alliance.

The three of them often talked about Taoism. He admired Chongxuanzi's knowledge and insights and was willing to obey him. Moreover, Chongxuanzi was also extremely polite to him. The two of them had a friendship between gentlemen. Although they were like water, but as time went by, , as mellow as wine.

But "all this changed completely because of one thing. Yan Leizi often woke up from meditation. The scene that was deeply engraved in his memory would always make him clench his fists fiercely and burst into anger and embarrassment. Extreme growl.

"He doesn't want to recall it." But the memory stayed there deeply, becoming the source of the sting in his heart. The thorn that penetrated into his flesh had rotted away, smelled of decay, stained his flesh and blood, and became He suffered a lifetime of pain!

Wang Lin sighed secretly and shook his head: "That's all, if you can absorb the power of the incense black dragon,

It’s also a blessing. Now I am going to enter this colorful world. "There are many dangers in it, so you must not follow me..."

Yan Leizi nodded and bowed to Wang Lin to say goodbye, then turned and walked towards the distance. His back looked a little faded, showing an air of age and helplessness, and a faint desolation that contained loneliness.

Until Yan Leizi gradually went away, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze. The hatred between Yan Leizi and Chong Xuanzi obviously involved his privacy. Wang Lin would not guess, nor did he want to guess.

Although that story has been immersed in the years, it must be very painful to think about it. Like water in the palm of the hand, even though it flows away, there is still a cold feeling in the palm of the hand, covering up the warmth in the palm and spreading throughout the whole body...

In silence, Wang Lin turned around and walked towards the colorful world. His steps were not fast, but every step he took was very firm. He didn't look back or hesitate. In three steps, he entered the second color world he had entered in his life!

Bursts of colorful light fill the sky and the earth, reflecting everything on the ground in the seven colors. At a glance, this place is so beautiful that it is easy for people to get lost in it.

Colorful, like a rainbow! Baidu Xianni Bar

Standing in the sky of the Colorful Realm, Wang Lin looked around. The Colorful Realm here was different from the place he entered back then. Although there were mountains everywhere, from a distance, these peaks were scattered and formed a huge formation!

This formation is composed of nearly 100,000 mountains. The dense formation gives people an extremely majestic feeling.

"Every mountain peak" is all part of the formation. Surrounded by it, the deeper the mountain peaks are, the more majestic it is. The peak at the deepest point reaches straight into the sky, surrounded by colorful clouds and mist, revealing itself in the sky. Only half of the mountain is outside.

That's all, but what's even more shocking is that on the top of every peak on the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there is a monk sitting cross-legged.

They were not vomiting, but wailing in pain! The wailing sounds merged together and became a stern sound that was so tragic that heaven and earth were devastated!

This sound cannot be heard outside the Colorful World, but within the Colorful World, it rushes directly into the mind, like a hundred thousand innocent souls roaring and struggling, shaking the world.

Every monk on the Hundred Thousand Mountains would have several sharp stone thorns piercing through their bodies when they were sitting cross-legged and coming out ferociously from their bodies. From a distance, they could see that they were meditating here and there, and here and there they were meditating. It was obvious that someone was forcing him there, and his body was imprisoned by the sharp thorn that stood up fiercely!

Each of these monks raised their heads, stared at the sky with their godless eyes, and made unconscious lamentations from their mouths.

The blood seemed to flow endlessly, flowing from the bodies of these monks, spreading along the stone thorns to the mountain peak, and flowing down the mountain peak as if it would not dry up.

This blood was originally not much, and each mountain peak was only the blood of one person. It was really insignificant to the huge mountain... But nothing could resist the years. With the passage of time, the disappearing The same amount of blood will slowly become more and more... As long as the imprisoned monks do not die, as long as their bodies are still producing blood...

Wisps of red smoke floated up from each mountain peak, twisting and going straight to the end of the highest mountain in the deepest part, into the colorful clouds.

One hundred thousand mountains, one hundred thousand monks!

Half of these 100,000 monks have marks on their foreheads, and they are all outsiders! The other half obviously came from the Alliance, and was frozen here, struggling for countless years.

The smell of blood spreads in this colorful world, seeming to blend into the colorful light, making this beautiful colorful world become enchanting.

Shadows floating like ghosts were wandering blankly among the hundreds of thousands of mountains. From their mouths, bursts of murmuring sutras came out.

Between the 100,000 Mountains, there are still walking corpses, walking slowly and confusedly, unable to get out of the 100,000 Mountains. Their clothes are torn and their eyes are gray.

Wang Lin silently looked at everything in front of him. After a long time, he slowly walked forward and entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The moment he stepped forward, suddenly, the Hundred Thousand Mountains seemed to be swept away. Some kind of restriction was touched, and the endless wailing that had always been shrill and shrill suddenly stopped at this moment.

At this moment, the monks on each mountain peak, who had been staring blankly at the sky, suddenly moved together, and all their gazes were like sharp swords, looking directly at Wang Lin! Instead of wailing in their mouths, their confused eyes were immediately replaced by resentment, staring at Wang Lin.

With the gazes of these hundreds of thousands of strange monks focused on him, Wang Lin's eyes flashed and his steps paused slightly.

At the same time, the murmurs in the mouths of "the large number of those who were floating among the hundreds of thousands of mountains" also stopped, and their dull eyes stared at Wang Lin one by one.

It was as if Wang Lin's entry caused the original balance here to be immediately broken, and it was as if a living person suddenly appeared among a group of dead people. It was extremely unexpected and at the same time, he was intimidated by all the dead cultivators.

"Blood...blood..." In this extreme silence, a gasping sob slowly spread throughout the world. This voice came from a monk from outside the world on the mountain peak closest to Wang Lin. From mouth to mouth.

With the appearance of this voice, more whimpering sounds rose into the sky, and all the monks said the same words!

"Blood...blood...", the eyes of the one hundred thousand monks suddenly turned red. They had lost their consciousness and stared at Wang Lin, and the roars became more and more shrill.

At this moment, the monk at the top of one of the mountains spurted out a mouthful of blood. As soon as the blood came out, it immediately turned into a blood mist. In the blood mist, there seemed to be countless shadows flickering.

Immediately afterwards, more monks spurted out blood at the same time, and the mist turned into blood immediately filled the top of Shiwan Mountain, constantly merging with each other.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light. After a pause, he no longer hesitated, and took a direct step forward. His speed was enough to break through all the void. The sound of booming echoed, and Wang Lin's figure was like lightning, rushing directly towards him. ahead.

His speed was extremely fast, and before the red mist could completely merge, he had already rushed out quite far, stepped into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and headed straight for the highest peak.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin's body was approaching the highest mountain peak. The moment he saw this place, he saw a scene that made him take a deep breath! Baidu Xianni Bar

From this position, he could clearly see that the 100,000 mountains here were not connected to the earth, but were held up by a huge petrified basalt beast. The 100,000 mountains were pressing on the back of this basalt!

In other words, these hundreds of thousands of mountains are not mountains at all, but the huge thorns on the back of Xuanwu!

The Xuanwu is so big that it occupies the whole color world. On top of Xuanwu's ferocious head in the distance, there is a person sitting cross-legged. This man looks middle-aged, but there is an eternal aura emanating from his body. He sits cross-legged. There was no life at all.

His body seems to be connected with the Xuanwu. There is a sharp thorn protruding three inches from his heavenly spirit. If you look carefully, you can clearly see that this sharp thorn protrudes from under his body and penetrates At the same time, it penetrated his body, broke open his skull, and a three-inch tip emerged!