Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin crossed his legs in the wheel formation and looked at the scene outside the formation from a distance. There was a roaring sound in his ears. The three Miaoyin people did not choose to leave. They thought that if the three of them worked together, they should be able to fight with Battle of Blue Dream.

Li Qianmei looked nervous, watching her father fight with the three people, with worry in her eyes.

The starry sky outside the formation shook. Taoist Master Lan Meng fought against three people with one person's power. His expression was calm and did not change at all. The blue light surged in his shot, turning into a roar of supreme supernatural power.

After watching for a moment, Wang Lin closed his eyes and ignored all this.

The roaring sound was expelled from Wang Lin's ears when he closed his eyes. He fell into meditation, but his soul was separated from his body. If there was any trouble, he would Know immediately.

During the two years of cross-legged healing, Wang Lin's injuries had recovered more than half. He spent more time integrating the heaven-shattering technique in the eight drops of blood between his eyebrows.

He must learn this technique and use it freely. Wang Lin has experienced its power personally and knows how powerful it is.

As for the fusion of the eight drops of blood to increase the power of Daogu, it would take more time, and the current environment did not allow Wang Lin to fully immerse himself in it, so he postponed it.

Three days passed by in a flash. Wang Lin seemed to be aware of it. He opened his eyes and saw the starry sky outside the formation. There were broken fragments of the starry sky everywhere. There were many collapsed black holes in the large-scale starry sky. They were Lan Meng and others are the result of a battle of wits.

In this starry sky, there are still countless dead incense souls floating away faintly, like invisible wolf smoke, slowly drifting away.

After just a few glances, Wang Lin could feel the intensity of the battle that had taken place in these three days. He did not see the three Miaoyin people. He only saw Taoist Lan Meng, stepping into the circular aperture of the formation. Inside, he arrived in front of Wang Lin.

Taoist Master Lanmeng looked a little tired, and it was obvious that fighting with those three people was not extremely easy for him.

"Miaoyin is seriously injured. He will not be able to recover to his peak cultivation level for a hundred years. He has fallen to the ethereal state. Next time you meet him, you can kill him!"

"Jiutian was slightly injured than Miaoyin, but his incense world was destroyed by me, which hurt his mind. If I meet him in the future, he is no match for you!" "

"Master Dahuang, the most seriously injured, escaped with secret techniques. He will not survive ten years!" After saying these three sentences, Taoist Master Lanmeng sat cross-legged and meditated with his eyes closed.

Li Qianmei looked complicated,

She witnessed her son's three days of fighting. She saw her father's fighting and the dangers one after another.

Wang Lin was silent for a long time and then slowly spoke.

"I already have a wife in my life..."

Taoist Master Lan Meng suddenly opened his eyes while sitting cross-legged, staring at Wang Lin, his expression darkening.

"Even if I help you, I can't change your mind... I didn't ask you to give up your wife" but asked you to give my daughter a promise!

This matter should not be difficult for you! If it weren't for my daughter, even if your cultivation reaches Kongling, even if you have ancient Taoist inheritance and can kill early Kongxuan monks, you are nothing in the eyes of Ximeng!

You can shoot Li Guanggong at this handful of bones! Even if I die, I will definitely not bring my Blue Silk Tribe into the realm!

"I, Lan Meng, was born in the ancient times and am one of the five ancient gods." Now that you have made this decision, do you think that you, a junior like you, will still be deceived? Is there anything you can do to make me deceive? "Even if there is, I have been cultivating Taoism for countless years." I won't give in to this!

The reverse pearl is in your hand that day. If I were greedy, I could have taken it away back then! You didn't take the third step in your cultivation back then. If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you long ago. If it weren't for you and Qianmei, how could I have delayed it until now!

If I, Lan Meng, do not want to participate in the matter between you and the Master, the battle between the inside and outside of the world, or the battle between Qicai and Zhan Laogui, and protect my Lansi clan, no matter who wins in the end, it will not be implicated in me. It is even possible to win him over with favor!

I'm giving up all this now just for you to make a promise to my daughter. Wang Lin, don't push me too hard! ! "Taoist Lanmeng stared at Wang Lin, anger rising in his eyes.

Everything he does, as he said, is all for his daughter!

Li Qianmei shed tears. Only now did she understand what her father had given up and sacrificed for her...

Wang Lin's expression was complicated. He stood up and bowed to Taoist Lan Meng.

"This junior has no doubts about what the seniors have done..."

"Don't say it again, you..." Taoist Master Lanmeng felt soft when he saw Li Qianmei's tears. He stared at Wang Lin and swallowed what he was about to say.

"I can take a step back. I want you to make a promise. If your wife is resurrected, you and my daughter will become brothers and sisters of the opposite sex. But if your wife is not resurrected in the end, you will become a Taoist couple with my daughter! This is my bottom line. , Wang Lin, you have to make a good choice!!" Taoist Lanmeng looked cold.

Wang Lin was silent, stood up and looked up at the distant starry sky. After a long time, his expression showed confusion. His eyes swept over Li Qianmei's body, seeing Li Qianmei's tears and her lowered head, looking away from him.

"You... that's all. I don't want you to answer right away. After you think about it, come to the Lansi Clan to find me!" Taoist Lanmeng stood up and was not ready to heal here. He saw his daughter's sad look. , His heart hurt, and he came with hope. He thought that all this would make Wang Lin agree, but in the end it turned out to be the case.

"Dad, let's go..." Li Qianmei wiped away her tears, stood up gently, and came to Taoist Lan Meng's side.

"Dad, Meng'er didn't understand before, but now I understand, let's go home... We are at home, and we will never come out for the rest of our lives..." Li Qianmei held Taoist Lanmeng's hand, feeling her father's warmth, She turned around and looked at Wang Lin with a smile on her face.

"Wang Lin, can you give me back the painting of mountains, rivers and lakes that you gave me back then..."

That painting was forgotten in the world. Back then, she finally returned it to Wang Lin and chose not to want it. But today, she wants to get the painting back.

Wang Lin was shocked. He looked at Li Qianmei, with pain and struggle in his eyes. His wife was Li Muwan. She was the one who stayed with him for a few years, but she stayed with him in his soul for two thousand years after his death. woman.

However, unlike Xi Zifeng, Li Qianmei and Mu Bingmei paid a lot for Wang Lin.

How could Wang Lin forget those ten years of blood, those scenes of the past, this woman's persistence, her love, and her bright smile and eyes. Wang Lin was not hard-hearted, how could he be indifferent.

"Give it back to me, okay..." Li Qianmei bit her lip, her face was pale, but she still kept smiling. She could only smile because she didn't want to shed endless tears in front of Wang Lin.

"Give me back that painting...Wang Lin, when Li Muwan wakes up, you have to take her to see me..."

Wang Lin looked at Li Qianmei blankly. He raised his right hand tremblingly, and with a wave of his hand, a crack appeared in the storage, and a scroll flew out from it.

In the scroll, there are mountains, rivers and lakes, which are forgotten in the rivers and lakes. This scroll was grabbed by Wang Lin. He no longer had the freedom and ease he had when he first gave away this painting.

He couldn't give it to the woman in front of him calmly like he did back then.

Taoist Master Lan Meng looked at this scene, and the anger in his eyes turned into sadness. He looked at Li Qianmei, and he knew that his daughter had given up.

Give up.

Also watching this scene was Mu Bingmei. Her mood was complicated and her eyes showed intolerance. She was not qualified to persuade her, even though she was Wang Ping's mother.

Seeing the father of his child saying goodbye to a woman outside his eyebrows, such a thing made Mu Bingmei's heart sting.

"Give it back to me..." Li Qianmei walked up to Wang Lin with a smile, looked deeply at Wang Lin's face, raised her jade hand to touch his clothes and head, the tears hidden under that smile could no longer be tolerated. Live and flow down.

She hugged Wang Lin gently, and her tears fell on Wang Lin's clothes, staining the white clothes.

"If you don't like me, why did you come to save me in Yunhai... Wouldn't it be better for me to die with expectations and stay in your memory... Wang Lin, well, it's not love..." Li Qianmei said to Wang Lin murmured in his ear, left Wang Lin's embrace, grabbed the scroll in Wang Lin's hand, and was about to pull it out.

But her hand that was holding the scroll suddenly froze, because the scroll was tightly held by Wang Lin!

Wang Lin closed his eyes. The scroll he was holding did not loosen at all under Li Qianmei's tug. Li Qianmei's face turned even paler. She turned back to look at Wang Lin and saw Wang Lin open his eyes.

"You don't need this painting anymore." Wang Lin pinched it with his right hand, and the forgotten painting collapsed in an instant, turning into pieces and dissipating in his hands and hers.

"From now on, you are my Wang Lin's woman!" Wang Lin looked down at Li Qianmei, speaking firmly and softly.

"Wan'er, she is my wife. When she wakes up, we will get married together..."

Li Qianmei was stunned. After a long time, her tears fell again, and she began to cry in Wang Lin's arms.

Wang Lin hugged Li Qianmei. Since he had made his decision, he would not regret it. Apart from Li Muwan, this was the first woman he had accepted in more than two thousand years. Her name was Li Qianmei!

"Brother, I have three questions for you. Can you clarify them..."

"When I leave, will you see me off..."

"If I die one day, will you still remember me..."

"Wang Lin, I can't hold on anymore. The blood is drying up. Will you wake up... I don't regret it."

"Wang Lin, you have to wait for me. When I come back to get the medicine, you will definitely wake up..."

Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Although it flows down from the five fingers, the temperature of the water will be remembered by the palm. One day, when you hold the water for the first time, the palm of your hand will remember it, and the water will also remember the warmth that came from the palm of your hand. of warmth.