Renegade Immortal

Since Wang Lin came to this altar, he has never had any extra time to observe it in detail. And most of their eyes were attracted to the arm that existed on the altar. Even with his cautious character, his consciousness still swept over the altar, and there was no clue.

But now, after he fused the ancient ancestor's blood, especially that drop of hún blood, he absorbed Yemo's right arm, and with the help of the power of tearing the sky, he faintly lifted the veil on the altar, allowing it to return to the altar. The sudden change made Wang Lin's eyes flash.

"Why does this altar appear here, and why is Yemo's right hand sacrificed here..." Wang Lin pondered and looked at the altar carefully.

This altar is very ordinary, and there doesn't seem to be anything too surprising. If it weren't for the Wen Hui g on it at this moment, it would be difficult to see anything strange about it.

And now as Wang Lin's Sky-Tearing Technique dissipated, the patterns on the altar gradually became weaker, and finally calmness was completely restored.

Wang Lin stood up, swayed forward and left the altar. At the same time, his clone also opened its eyes from the cross-legged position in the distance, and took a step forward to overlap with Wang Lin's original body.

Under the fusion of strange double shadows, slowly, the clone and the original body became one.

Wang Lin moved his body for a while. After he felt no discomfort, he looked at the altar again. After a while, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light. He raised his hands and made a hand gesture. A series of forbidden marks flickered out and spread in front of Wang Lin. , nearly a million under the dense crowd.

With a forward finger of his right hand, nearly a million restrictions whizzed away, heading straight for the altar, whirling around its periphery, and falling one by one in the dim light. Every drop of the ban will cause the altar to shake slightly. As more and more bans are printed on the altar, the vibration of the altar becomes more and more violent. At the end, there is a faint booming sound, like the altar. It's about to collapse.

Under this violent vibration, fine cracks appeared on the altar. Not long after, some gravel fell off from it and turned into dust and scattered around.

Wang Lin's eyes gleamed with caution, and more restraints appeared in the hand-kneading gestures, constantly blending into the periphery of the altar and slowly imprinting them. In this way, the vibrations of the altar doubled, and more gravel fell off.

After half a stick of incense, the altar was already surrounded by debris. From a distance, it looked like it was surrounded by mist. The size of the altar had also shrunk by a large margin, and there were more cracks.

"The weirdness of this altar is very likely to be inside it...but there is a vague power inside it, which will cause the spiritual consciousness to be changed after entering." It is impossible to see clearly. "Wang Lin stared at the altar and once again made nearly a million prohibition marks. In this way, surrounded by countless prohibitions,

The altar began to shatter rapidly. It was disintegrating layer by layer, and only half of its previous size was left.

At this moment, the altar was filled with cracks. One of the cracks seemed to extend into the interior of the altar. Immediately, a red light flashed out along the crack. This light was affected by the shape of the crack. The change spreads out in a fan shape, just like a gem hidden under the mudstone that scatters light after a gap is opened!

Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he stared at the crack that was emitting red light. He raised his hands to control the countless restrictions around him. Under the whistling sound, these restrictions all rotated towards the crack.

But at the moment when the crack was approaching, another red light emitted from one of the cracks. Then, the third, fourth, fifth... a total of more than ten red lights rose into the sky. These Under the interlaced red light, red Wen immediately spread out from it. As soon as the large amount of restrictions touched the red lines, it immediately dissipated like snow touching charcoal fire, making a magnetic sound.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, almost in an instant, all the restrictions disappeared under the red light, as if the two sides were natural enemies!

Wang Lin stared at the shrunken altar surrounded by red light, and his eyes slowly glowed with light.

"This red light looks familiar...this altar...could it be..." Wang Lin was shocked. The red light in the altar turned around and returned to the surroundings. The moment he approached where he was, Wang Lin didn't hesitate to use his right hand. He suddenly raised it and slammed it forward.

Suddenly behind him, the huge arm of Ye Lone transformed and was clasped in the void in front of him.

"Tear the sky!" Wang Lin roared, and ripped his right hand outward with great force. In this tear, he exploded all the power of Ye Mo's right hand, and even merged his eight-star ancient god, ancient demon, All the power of the ancient demon.

This tear is enough to cause trouble!

The roar echoed, earth-shaking, and the red lines emanating from the altar immediately twisted violently, seemed to be torn to pieces in front of Wang Lin, and collapsed directly.

Also collapsing were the cracks that existed on the altar at the moment. Under Wang Lin's power of tearing the sky, those cracks suddenly shattered and disintegrated on a large scale. The red light that emitted seemed to want to resist, but they couldn't. Can't be stopped.

The roaring sound continued to spread all around. Under this sound, the altar completely collapsed, and large pieces of gravel rolled around. What was finally displayed in front of Wang Lin was an octagonal shape, with dazzling red light like a pool of blood. thing!

A familiar aura to Wang Lin, no longer covered at this moment, spread out from the octagonal blood pool, making Wang Lin's eyes shine with ecstasy!

“So that’s it!!”

There is a clan in the ancient stars named Feng Mie, and this clan has a technique named San Ming! To practice this technique, you need to seal the complete altar of the extermination clan. However, for some unknown reason, the altar eventually turned into three parts and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​stars. No one knows where it went.

By chance, Wang Lin obtained the Blood Pavilion of Kunxu Blood Ancestor. That Blood Pavilion was one of the three altars! After that, he knew the art of three lives, and obtained the second altar from the ancient demon in Luotian.

As for the third altar, Wang Lin also searched for it, but in the end he could not find it. The moment he saw the bloody light, Wang Lin had a roar in his mind and made a guess.

At this moment, he was completely sure that the aura emitted by the blood pool, the blood pavilion and the other altar were the same. This was the aura belonging to the Feng Mie Clan!

"The Art of Three Lives!! I didn't expect to get the last altar at this time. If I learn this art, my overall strength will be greatly increased!" Wang Lin's heart was pounding. The Art of Three Lives, he was very good at that time. His heart was moved. When he saw this last altar today, the ecstasy in his eyes clearly expressed his mood.

Without any further hesitation, Wang Lin raised his right hand and waved forward, only to see the altar he obtained from Luotian Ancient Demon fly out directly, followed immediately by the Blood Pavilion of the Blood Ancestor!

In the Blood Pavilion, a woman once entered the Blood Pavilion. This woman could be regarded as Wang Lin's old friend. However, over the years, her body had long since dissipated in the Blood Pavilion, leaving only a wisp of hún.

The three altars appeared in the starry sky at the same time, and the blood light emitting from them immediately blended together. Under each other's reflection, it was obvious that they came out together and retreated at the same time!

Wang Lin also obtained the method of practicing the art of three lives from the memory of the woman who exterminated the clan in Daogu Cemetery. At this moment, he pondered for a moment and sat down cross-legged.

"There will be dangers in practicing the three-life sealing technique... But compared with the benefits after success, this risk is worth it!" Wang Lin raised his right hand and grabbed the void, and immediately a Sanyou appeared in his hand The clan seal of light!

This clan seal is also stained with some dry brown blood. This clan seal is the clan seal of the Fengji clan! It was at the Daogu Cemetery that year that Wang Lin dragged out from between the eyebrows of the woman from the Feng Mie Clan who wanted to kill him!

Staring at the Seal of Clan Extermination in his hand, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pressed it to the center of his eyebrows. The moment he pressed it to the center of his eyebrows, a burning feeling immediately came from the center of his eyebrows. The Clan Seal of Clan Extermination seemed to spread out countless The branched tentacles penetrated into the center of Wang Lin's eyebrows and were tightly adhered to his body.

This little bit of pain could not make Wang Lin move at all. His expression was calm, and he bit the tip of his tongue while making a hand seal, drawing out a mouthful of blood.

"Open the Ming with the seal. I have the Seal of the Feng Mie Clan. I summon the Feng Mie clan's ancestral spirit that lives forever in the world. It turns into the Ming Feng Ming Blade and cuts three beasts, three gods, and three bodies!"

The moment Wang Lin's voice came out, the blood he spurted out suddenly merged together strangely and floated in front of him, moving rapidly. At the same time, the three different-looking altars of the Fengjiu Clan scattered red. The light flashed and was absorbed by the blood of the snake.

Slowly, the blood suddenly turned into the shape of a long knife. This long knife was not big, only one foot. It was blurry and had overlapping shadows. If it took a little longer to see with the naked eye, it would be There will be an eye feeling.

Looking through his spiritual sense, Wang Lin immediately saw that this long sword was not actually one, but three knives overlapping each other, emitting bursts of strange energy from each other's illusion.

"Behead three hún!" Wang Lin growled.

The long knife suddenly lifted up and slashed down from the top of Wang Lin's head silently!

This sword penetrated Wang Lin's heavenly spirit, penetrated directly through the whole body, and slashed through!

Wang Lin's body was shaken violently, and his face turned pale. His soul felt unimaginable pain at this moment, as if it was about to collapse, but he forcibly held it back. Slowly, from Wang Lin's heavenly spirit, , two wisps of hún came out!

But at the moment when the long knife slashed through Wang Lin's body, the knife seemed unable to withstand the majesty of Wang Lin's body and collapsed! The three overlapping knives now only have two shadows left!

Wang Lin's spirit hún, after being fused with the blood of the ancient ancestors, is already the spirit of the ancient Taoism. How could this Ming-Sealing Sword be able to cut through it? If this sword had not been transformed by Wang Lin's essence and blood, it would definitely not be able to cut through Wang Lin's spirit. .

Even if three hún were cut out now, the sword could not withstand the repercussions of Wang Linling's hún, and had to collapse and be destroyed, permanently dissipating in the heaven and earth, and could no longer be transformed.