Renegade Immortal

"If the Qicai Immortal respects the wound and is in seclusion, then who is the Qicai Taoist I saw in the Zhaohe Qicai Realm..." Wang Lin rubbed his eyebrows and no longer thought about these chaotic thoughts, but looked at Take a look at the ancient immortal realm in front of you. Far, far away, there are four auras there.

In fact, he felt these four auras as early as the moment he entered this ancient fairyland. In addition to destroying the statues, there was another reason why he came here, that is, to see these four auras. In the aura, there was a familiar person to him.

He already understood something in his heart. He was going to find that familiar person and make a deal.

Taking a step forward, Wang Lin walked towards the depths of the ancient immortal realm.

He galloped all the way, except for a flick of his sleeves after millions of miles, and a storm roared up as the wind roared, heading straight for the remaining statues of the three ancient tribes that were millions of miles away on the ground.

The roar echoed, and the statues collapsed one by one. Wang Lin did not pause, but continued to move forward with a gloomy face. As the statues on the earth collapsed one by one, some remaining immortals who were recovering from their wounds were wrapped in them, and they transformed rapidly. , retreated quickly backwards.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight immortal figures appeared in the distance around Wang Lin. Each of them was emitting golden light and their eyes were filled with anger. They stared at Wang Lin from a distance, but no one spoke.

Wang Lin didn't even look at them. These people may have been very powerful in the past, but now they couldn't arouse the slightest interest in Wang Lin. Especially when he thought about the difficulty of searching for memories, Wang Lin simply gave up searching for souls and moved on. These people followed from a distance.

But if someone dares to attack him, then Wang Lin doesn't mind killing the immortal. In fact, he hasn't killed enough. If it weren't for another plan in his heart, these people would not have the possibility of survival in front of Wang Lin.

While walking forward, four huge statues slowly appeared in front of Wang Lin. These four statues were almost as high as the sky. From a distance, they looked like four towering mountains.

Behind these four statues, there is an endless expanse of statues of the three ancient tribes, with no edges visible.

In the center of the eyebrows of these four huge statues, there was a vortex slowly rotating. Wang Lin glanced at it and felt four extremely domineering auras in the four vortexes.

Wang Lin is very familiar with one of these four breaths. That breath comes from Suzaku

This aura was like that of the ancestor of the Suzaku, giving Wang Lin a feeling as if he had seen a generation of Suzakus in the Fallen Land.

"Suzaku..." Wang Lin's eyes narrowed,

The Suzaku aura in the fallen land was almost exactly the same as the Suzaku aura coming from one of the statues. In Wang Lin's silence, he could already see that one of the two auras obviously belonged to the clone.

"Common General Suzaku under the Seven Color Immortal Lord, please come out and meet me." Wang Lin stopped walking, floated in the air, and spoke slowly, his voice was calm and spread in all directions.

As he stood there, an awe-inspiring power descended upon him, as if where he was, the heaven and earth were looming beneath his feet.

Wang Lin's words echoed, and there was silence all around. The seven or eight immortals who followed behind him also stopped and looked coldly at this moment.

"What an arrogant little kid. You have destroyed many embryonic bodies along the way, and even killed several of our ancient immortals. As a descendant of Suzaku, this behavior of yours is already a heinous crime. I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Suzaku." "You"'s gloomy voice broke the silence. From the vortex between the eyebrows of one of the four statues, an old man wearing a white robe walked out directly. The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and an aura of vicissitudes of life followed him out, shocking the sky.

He left the whirlpool of the statue in one step and headed straight for Wang Lin in an instant. His speed was so fast that he set off a roar as he moved forward. The roar sounded like a fierce tiger roaring up to the sky.

What Wang Lin looked at was that as the old man approached, a huge phantom that was almost as high as the sky and the earth appeared behind him. The phantom looked like a giant white tiger.

The giant tiger's eyes revealed a fierce light, exuding a coercion that shook the world, causing the old man to reveal a powerful cultivation level in the early stage of Kongxuan.

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, his eyes fell on the approaching old man, he held it with his right hand, and slammed forward. In an instant, he met the old man's figure, with a roar that shook the sky, and the continuous roaring sound , spread all around, causing the earth to shake.

Finally, under an extremely violent roar, the white-haired old man paused and took a few steps back, with deep fear in his eyes.

Wang Lin swayed, but did not step back. Instead, he looked at the old man calmly and spoke slowly.

"If you fully recover from your injuries, you can still fight me. Now you are no match for me. If you take another step, I will kill someone."

Wang Lin's voice was very soft, not as biting as the cold wind, and did not contain murderous intent. He just told the fact calmly, and passed into the ears of the white-haired old man. The old man was silent. The attack between the two just now was just a test, but it was given to this man. The old man's mind was shaken violently, making him even more fearful.

But if he flinched because of the other person's words, he couldn't do it. At this moment, gritting his teeth, he was about to take a step forward.

The moment he took a step forward, Wang Lin's calm eyes swept over and met the old man's eyes. At this glance, the white-haired old man's heart roared again, and he subconsciously retracted his raised steps.

The calmer Wang Lin's eyes became, the greater the pressure he put on the old man.

"I don't want to kill you. In my opinion, there is nothing surprising about this ancient immortal realm. It is just a group of crippled cultivators from the Immortal Gang Continent. They call themselves immortals in this cave and control the ants in the lower world that you call them. It is really ridiculous.

You are just like an ant in my eyes."

The old man's face became even more gloomy. He was not surprised why Wang Lin knew about it. Just now Wang Lin searched for the memory of the immortal, and he could sense all of this. Originally, he was still sneering in his heart. He knew the seal of the immortal very well. In his opinion, no one in this cave can break this seal.

But he never expected that Wang Lin would actually open the seal, see the memory of that Shixian, and know many things about this place.

This was what really made the White Tiger General fearful, and it was precisely because of this that an unspeakable fear arose in the old man's heart.

"Suzaku, come out and see me." Wang Lin did not look at the old white tiger man. Instead, he focused his eyes on the eyebrows of the second statue on the right in front. He looked at the vortex between the eyebrows and spoke slowly.

"This is the last time I speak. Don't force me to kill people and search for souls." After Wang Lin said this, he stood there and looked at the sky calmly.

A burst of invisible coercion spread out from his body and enveloped the surroundings, forming a force