Renegade Immortal

Through the crisp mist of death, you can see deep in the cracks on the ground, sitting cross-legged, a bald man in purple. This man is wrapped in a purple robe, and sometimes there are people on his bare head. The miserable soul's face bulged, and it let out a silent hiss.

As he raised his hands and waved outward, the three hundred bubbles headed straight for him.

The bald man opened his eyes suddenly, with a strange light in his eyes, staring at the monks in the three hundred bubbles, with a cruel look on his face.

"Only in this place in the world can we, Ji Ling Clan, have a chance to rise! The more poisonous the dead people are, the stronger the death aura, and there are still these living beings to eat... If in the ancient stars, such an event is set off Killing will definitely be punished by the Elder Council. A satisfied smile appeared on the man's lips. With a flick of his sleeve, the three hundred bubbles suddenly collapsed one by one.

The collapse of the bubble caused the three hundred Baihe female cultivators inside to be exposed in this hazy death aura, their expressions twisted and showing pain, and their bodies slowly began to shrink at the moment the bubble collapsed. withered.

Bursts of vitality emanated from their seven orifices, condensing around them, and slowly turned into phantoms. The phantoms were like souls, with the same appearance as their real bodies.

Zhou Zihong's expression was distorted, his eyes were closed tightly and his body was trembling. The vitality quickly dispersed from his body, and after condensation, it also turned into a phantom. As the bald man's eyes flashed with strange light, Zhou Zihong's phantom of Yuan Shen headed straight towards the man together with the other phantoms.

"Devouring the Bliss!", the bald man roared, stretched out his hands and waved forward. Immediately, the phantom of the three hundred souls became faster and stood up in the blink of an eye.

The moment it opened its mouth cruelly and wanted to devour it, a cold snort suddenly came from heaven and earth.

This cold snort was like thunder rising suddenly. Under the roar, a storm of sound waves formed, shaking violently. The bald man's body trembled, and his outstretched arms collapsed directly, and when they turned into flesh and blood, he sprayed He was bleeding out, looking horrified and retreating quickly.

The three hundred phantoms of souls, the Zhaohe female cultivators who originally had their eyes closed, now opened their eyes in shock and looked around with confusion.

"Who is it!! Which powerful person has come to the Nether Spirit Clan, I am the leader of the Nether Spirit Clan. I don't know why I have neglected my senior, please..." The bald man's face was pale, his eyes were frightened, and he stepped back with his heart pounding. Extremely shocked.

The other party just snorted, causing his arms to collapse when he used his magical power. He also hit his mind hard, causing his energy and blood to boil and his soul to almost collapse.

His cultivation has reached the fifth level of devastation.

He could recognize this kind of thing at a glance. The other party must be that powerful person who must not be provoked! It's just that he couldn't figure out why he offended this powerful man and why he wanted to punish him.

He didn't think about it at all. The opponent was not from the ancient stars, but a cultivator within the realm. He knew clearly that most of the cultivators within the realm were currently surrounded by layers in the Luotian Star Territory and were making their final struggle. There was no way they could come. to here.

In panic, before he could finish his words, his eyes were replaced by a white glow. His eyes looked up along the cracks, and he saw a man in white walking out of the deathly mist. white-haired man.

The man's expression was gloomy. Behind him were thousands of heads floating in the death aura. A series of extremely sad screams came from those thousands of heads, making the bald man's mind tremble and his pupils shrink. He looked Looking at the man in white, he felt that he looked very familiar.

"You...you are...," the bald man's mind roared. After he was stunned for a moment, the familiar feeling coming from the other person suddenly reminded him of a person, and when he remembered that person's name At that moment, the slanderous bald man immediately let out an unbelievable exclamation. He backed away crazily and let out a high-pitched roar. Baidu Xianni Bar is the fastest. "Men of the Ningling Tribe, escape from this star immediately, quickly, quickly ..., Wang Lin's eyes flashed coldly, and he raised his right hand forward to grab the void. Immediately, an illusory big hand appeared directly, breaking through the world with a roar, and went straight towards the retreating bald man.

In an instant, the moment the man spoke the words, the illusory big hand grabbed his whole body and gave him a fierce grip." The bald man made a tragic sound, and his body suddenly collapsed.

But his head was completely preserved, sealing his soul and spirit. When Wang Lin took back his right hand, it became one of the thousands of heads behind him.

At the same time, on the Cultivation Star, the auras of the Nether Spirit Clan were rising up from all over the place. Each aura represented a Ji Ling Clan member. After they appeared, their expressions were blank, but they didn’t show any emotion. Hesitantly flew towards the sky, trying to escape from the star while scattering.

Although they don't know what's going on, the patriarch's orders are like heaven, and they will carry them out without thinking!

Wang Lin turned around with cold eyes, waved his right hand back, and thunder burst out from his right eye. The huge bolt of lightning flashed directly at Wang Lin's right eye, split into countless pieces, and rushed towards the surroundings with it as the center.

On the dark Cultivation Star, at this moment, lightning and lightning intersected, and thunder roared. Each split lightning was like a life-threatening disaster, blasting into the bodies of the fleeing Netherling Tribe people, blasting their bodies out, and rolling them into pieces. Come with the head in your hand.

The screams of death were heard one after another on the cultivation star. Wang Lin ignored them. He looked at the three hundred illusory souls who were still in a daze. He flicked his sleeves and these souls immediately returned to their bodies one by one. Inside.

Taking one step out of the crack, the moment he walked out, lightnings came back from all directions. As the number of heads behind Wang Lin approached ten thousand, those lightnings merged into Wang Lin's right eye one by one.

In just a few breaths, all the members of the Nether Spirit Clan on this cultivation planet were completely dead, with no one left alive. !

While in mid-air, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pressed it towards the ground below. A roaring sound rose up. The endless death energy lingering on the ground was rolling like waves at this moment, rising into the sky and heading straight for Wang Lin. Come.

In the end, the endless mist of death energy condensed on Wang Lin's right hand, which represented death, and turned into a mist ball, spinning rapidly.

As the death aura was taken away by Wang Lin, the Earth Front regained its vitality, and the many bubbles that originally existed in the death aura also shattered, allowing the Zhaohe monks inside to gain freedom one by one.

Looking back at the earth, Wang Lin grasped the death mist in his hand, raised his head and walked toward the sky. The mist in his right hand nirvana, the fog ball shattered directly, and a shocking death cyclone suddenly appeared. It burst out and rushed straight into the sky.

"Now that you're here, don't leave!" Wang Lin's voice was cold. He looked at the end of the sky where the death cyclone was bombarding, and saw a middle-aged man walking out of the distortion there.

This middle-aged man was wearing a Taoist robe with a very solemn expression. After he appeared, he made a hand seal, and immediately a tortoise-shell shield appeared in front of him. This shield was a hundred feet in size, shrouding his body behind him, making the death The cyclone landed directly on the turtle shell shield.

The roaring sound echoed, and cracks appeared in the tortoise shell shield as it vibrated, but it did not break apart. Instead, it rolled back, leading the middle-aged man back continuously.

"Honored Wang Lin, you are not dead!" The middle-aged man stepped back with a look of shock in his eyes. He had only locked onto Wang Lin's consciousness before, but could not see Wang Lin's appearance. When he arrived, after seeing Wang Lin destroying thousands of outsider cultivators on the cultivation planet, he immediately wanted to retreat, but before he could leave, Wang Lin forced him out.

Wang Lin said nothing. Murderous intent filled his eyes. He swayed straight towards the middle-aged man. In an instant, he was outside his shield. He raised his right hand and struck hard at the shield.

With a bang, there were more cracks in the shield. Under the shock, the middle-aged man behind him turned pale, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He backed away crazily with a look of shock.

"You deliberately led me here, you hid your cultivation!!,, The power of this palm made this middle-aged man clearly feel the terrifying aura coming from Wang Lin. His heart was beating wildly, and there was nothing in his mind at this moment. What thoughts of murder, but escape immediately!

But Wang Lin led him here and would not give him a chance to escape. At this moment, he took a step forward with a cold snort, raised his right hand and lowered it again. There was cause and effect in this palm, and it landed on the shield with a bang. , when he raised his fist, the shield collapsed and fell into pieces, and the breath was drawn out, even the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face was pale. After the shield collapsed, he stepped back again. His eyes showed an extremely solemn look. For him, this was a life-or-death disaster. He knew that he might not be able to escape. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and gave up escaping. But when he kneaded with his hands, a red crack immediately appeared between his eyebrows. Within that crack was the incense world that he integrated into his body!

Just as his incense world opened, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed forward.

"Fix!" With one word, "Fix", the middle-aged man's whole body suddenly froze. At the moment of his meal, Wang Lin took a step forward and slapped the middle-aged man's chest with the palm of his right hand. The man's body was shaken. At this moment, Wang Lin raised his right hand and placed it between his eyebrows.

With a bang, the middle-aged man's whole body was shaken violently, and he was bleeding from all his orifices. His eyes showed a look of struggle and fear, and he was trembling as he tried to break free from the control of this calming technique.

But in front of Wang Lin, he didn't have this chance. Wang Lin's eyes flashed coldly, and he broke the man's mind with two palms. After sealing it, his right hand swept across the middle-aged man's neck.

Blood erupted, and the man's body and head were directly separated. His body collapsed into flesh and blood, and his head was grabbed by Wang Lin.

"No one below Kong Xuan is Wang's rival." Wang Lin turned around, grabbed the head dripping with blood, and walked towards the starry sky.