Renegade Immortal

Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin pointed out the immortal finger of his right hand several times in front of him. Each time he pointed out, some of the impact would dissipate. And at the end, his index finger suddenly slashed forward. Under the constant collapse and reorganization, The impact force that came like a huge gun suddenly opened a gap, causing Wang Lin's body to step out of the gap.

Under the sweep, with this place as the center and millions of miles in radius, it suddenly became a ruin. The roaring continued until it slowly dissipated in the ears after a long time, leaving only a muffled sound like thunder in the distance.

Wang Lin stood in mid-air and looked down at the ruins of the ground. There were also bursts of dust being kicked up. From a distance, it looked like a dust storm covering the ground, making the ground seem to be submerged in dust.

His white hair was fluttering and his clothes were flapping, but his expression was extremely calm, showing that he was a third-step ethereal mid-level power, the demeanor of a great master.

He raised his right hand and flipped it over, and a pale golden crystal with countless fine cracks appeared in Wang Lin's hand. This crystal contained the memories of the skinny old man's life.

It's just that this memory cannot be viewed with spiritual consciousness. Even if Wang Lin's cultivation level is higher, he still cannot see the skinny old man's life memories from this crystal.

Only those with immortal blood can read the memories of immortals. This is a restriction, a mysterious restriction. Even if Wang Lin is an ancient tribe, he cannot read it.

In other words, this is a difference in level, just like an ant has the memory of an elephant, but has no ability to understand it, but Wang Lin is not like that. In the center of his eyebrows, there is the immortal body of the immortal. The golden blood transformed into this drop of blood contains the power of the immortal blood. Its purity is extremely rare even in the Xiangang Continent.

With this blood inside, Wang Lin wanted to see this memory, just like turning a book. Under a golden light, the drop of golden blood appeared between his eyebrows. Wang Lin took the memory crystal, slowly pressed it on his eyebrows, and closed his eyes. Eyes closed.

The moment his eyes closed, Wang Lin seemed to have entered a fantasy world. He saw

He saw a strange continent. This continent was extremely vast. Even the owner of the memory had never reached the end of this continent in his life. In fact, the furthest he had traveled was equivalent to several realms. Taken together, compared with this vast continent, they are less than one in ten thousand.

The most dazzling thing on this continent is the nine suns hanging high in the sky. Those nine suns are high in the sky, emitting endless light and covering this endless land.

After absorbing the old man's memory, the moment Wang Lin saw the nine suns, he found a legend that had been circulating on this continent for a long time from that memory.

Legend has it that the nine suns in the Xiangang Continent are nine heavenly palaces, representing the nine supreme deities on this continent. Even the master of the old man, the man with the colorful statues, has not reached this level.

According to rumors, nine is the limit. If one day, the tenth sun appears in Xiangang Continent, Xiangang will cause immeasurable calamities.

The old man was born on this road. As he grew up, he joined a sect. The name of this sect was called Qidao Sect.

The masters of Qidao Sect are a pair of Taoist couples. One of them is the man with the colorful statue. He is called the Seven-Colored Immortal Lord on this continent.

His cultivation is unpredictable, he founded a sect and recruited many disciples. Over the countless thousands of years since the sect was founded, the Seven Dao Sect has experienced countless crises, but in the end they were all resolved one by one by the two Taoists, and they gradually gained a very high prestige in this area.

As the years passed, the old man, the owner of this memory, eventually became the Immortal of the Hundreds of Seven-Colored Immortal Lord, and became a strong man in the Seven Dao Sect.

Second only to the four generals Suzaku, Xuanwu, Qinglong, and Baihu, he enjoys extremely high status and power within the Seven Dao Sect, and can obtain various cultivation techniques and Taoist elixirs at will.

Until one day...

In the old man's memory, that night, bursts of dazzling light rose into the sky outside the Seven Paths Sect. As the light appeared, a coercion that made even him tremble permeated the earth and enveloped all directions.

Under this pressure, two suns that originally did not appear in the dark night appeared, shocking the old man.

The two suns suddenly appeared in the dark night, with endless rays of light. The old man was trembling, and the memory of this scene was extremely profound. He thought of the rumors and the identity of the sun's representatives.

In the midst of that endless fear, he heard roars and low roars that made his blood bleed. His mind was shaken, and he immediately passed out.

In the moment before he passed out, he felt the sect master Qicai Xianzun, and he and his Taoist companion rushed out of the Qidao Sect and went straight to the distant place where the light shone and the two suns appeared.

It was not until a few days later that the old man woke up. When he woke up, he found out bitterly that his cultivation had actually dropped a few steps. A few months later, the leader of the Seven Dao Sect came back alone. Although his expression was gloomy, his eyes were extremely bright.

After the Seven Color Immortal Lord came back, he never mentioned why his Taoist companion did not come back. Instead, he took his disciples, several immortal concubines, hundreds of guards, and four generals into his cave, completely sealing the cave, and even more He left countless seals and imprints, and even took out a few magic weapons that the memory owner had never seen before to use them to seal the cave.

The memory is here, perhaps because of the countless fine cracks in the crystal, there are faults, and then it becomes fragmented, and only a few memory fragments like fragments exist.

However, Wang Lin saw a woman in a memory fragment. This woman was wearing silver clothes and her identity was one of the maids of the Immortal Lord.

This woman was familiar to Wang Lin. The moment he saw it, he gradually had a clear connection with the past events in his mind. This woman was exactly the female corpse in silver who was afraid of the colorful statue in Wang Lin's storage space.

In another memory fragment, Wang Lin saw the Seven-Colored Immortal Lord, also known as the Ancient Immortal Emperor within and outside the world. He was the person with the seven-colored statue.

He led everyone in the cave, sealed the exit and entrance, and left immediately. I don't know what was busy in the cave. Although the immortal concubines, the hundred guards, and the four generals were puzzled, they were hindered by the immortals. No one dared to ask about the power of the Immortal. Instead, they each looked for a retreat and silently waited for the call of the Immortal.

Until one day, a gloomy voice came from outside the cave, which woke up the memory owner.

"Qicai Taoist Master, you can even throw away your own Taoist companions. You must have obtained a great treasure of creation. You left a clue to lead me to come here alone. I want to see what conspiracy you want to play." "

This voice was extremely unfamiliar to the old man, but it contained an extremely powerful pressure, which made the memory owner, the old man, jump in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked solemn, but the words he heard next were almost shocking. He was extremely horrified

"Daogu Yemo, I invited you here, but you said it was a conspiracy. You will know at a glance whether it is a conspiracy or not."

Regarding the four words Daogu Yemo, the owner of this memory, the old man is like thunder, the great lord of the ancient country, the name of Daogu Yemo is illustrious.

What happened next was another memory gap. Wang Lin didn't see it. What he saw was the last memory fragment.

In that memory fragment, he saw a chaotic battle. In the blur, he couldn't see clearly who was in the battle. He could only see that the Hundred Guards, the four generals, and several fairy concubines were besieging three people.

The three people were blurred, and the golden light was dazzling. It was impossible to see clearly. The battle seemed to last for a long time, until they suffered heavy deaths. One of the three people walked out laughing under the rich golden light, and swept across the room with one step. The people from the Seven Dao Sects in front headed straight for a stone gate.

"The king is here in person, why don't you, little colorful lord, come out and kneel to see me?" The laughter of the man with golden light echoed, but when it fell into Wang Lin's ears, it shocked his heart.

The moment it approached the stone gate, a shocking roar came from inside the stone gate. Memory is completely over

Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes. The memory crystal that his right hand pressed between his eyebrows completely collapsed and turned into a piece of powder that was blown by the wind and dissipated from Wang Lin's side.

"The voice of a madman" Wang Lin took a deep breath and entered the storage space with his consciousness. He saw the madman still sleeping there with a silly smile on his lips.

In the silence, Wang Lin looked gloomy. What he knew from this memory solved many doubts for him, but at the same time, more confusion also arose.

"I know something about Dao Gu Yemo. There were some speculations about the arrival of the madman... In addition, the woman in silver said that she did not open the door. Could it be that this door is the door where the madman comes...

As a result of that battle, the madman lost his mind and became crazy... The ancient fairyland became ruins, and the remnants of the Seven Dao Sect from that time went into seclusion one after another.

The owner of this cave, the leader of Qidao Sect, Qicai Xianzun, was also seriously injured... But is all this the truth? If it is the truth, then what they are fighting for may be the so-called way of heaven. It is also possible that it is Tianni... What is the connection between Tianni and the way of heaven...

Tianni is a magic weapon in the compass. It is unlikely to be the way of heaven...then what is it and where does it come from?"

Wang Lin frowned and his eyes flickered.

"And what I knew in the Shanlei Clan back then was that a certain year after this war, a group of mysterious foreign monks appeared outside the world, and the Kunji Whip was one of their magic weapons...

Who are these people..." Wang Lin had a vague feeling that he had lifted a layer of mystery and was getting closer to the final answer to what happened countless years ago.