Renegade Immortal

Lin's soul-devouring, after killing the six core members of the Fuji family, did not return to the body with the fastest speed.

In the place where the body was stored, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes. He was silent for a while. The moment he killed the middle-aged man, he saw a figure that shocked his heart.

If he is not mistaken, this person is Wang Zhuo.

The woman beside Wang Zhuo was the daughter of the middle-aged man. She was with Wang Zhuo, and the two obviously had a certain relationship. Wang Lin's eyes flashed. , the body flew up and stepped on the mosquito beast, and the consciousness swept, and immediately found the woman with Wang Zhuo.

The direction the woman was walking was not the Fuji family city, but the border of the neighboring country.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment before chasing after him.

Teng Xiuxiu had a look of sadness in her eyes. Although she ran, her tears couldn't stop flowing. She didn't know what happened to her father, but she had an ominous premonition in her heart. Leave her breathless.

The complex color in Wang Zhuo's heart was even stronger. He saw the people of the Teng family died one by one. Although he was extremely relieved, at this moment, he didn't know why, not only did he not feel refreshed, but he felt a deep worry.

Wang Zhuo was shocked, stopped, closed his eyes, and the scene of the whole family being murdered by Teng Huayuan echoed in his mind.

Seeing Wang Zhuo stop, Teng Xiuxiu hurriedly stopped, biting her lower lip and looking at Wang Zhuo, the only person she could rely on now was this man, her husband.

After a little. Wang Zhuo opened his eyes. He slapped himself hard. He wanted to wake himself up completely. He reminded himself over and over again in his mind. Fuji family. is the enemy. Even Fuji Xiuxiu. I have no feelings for her at all.

As long as it is from the Fuji family. All be damned!

Teng Xiuxiu quickly stepped forward to stop Wang Zhuo. Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Wang Zhuo forced himself to harden his heart. Flick the arm. Throwing Fuji Xiuxiu's hand aside. He said coldly: "You go. From now on. You and I have nothing to do with you."

A look of despair appeared in Fuji Xiuxiu's eyes. He stared blankly at Wang Zhuo. He didn't even notice the blood from his teeth biting his lower lip. She was in tears. He stepped forward to grab Wang Zhuo's hand.

but. Wang Zhuo stepped aside again. He said coldly, "You're not leaving, are you? I'm leaving!" He said. He turned around. in the opposite direction. Fly away slowly.

Teng Xiuxiu stared blankly at Wang Zhuo's back,

The despair in her eyes became stronger and stronger. Her heart, like a knife, stabbed in bursts of pain. Under this sting, her face became morbidly rosy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. She shook a few times. The pale face steadied his body.

In fact, the moment Wang Zhuo turned around, his heart felt as if it was torn apart. However, the scenes of the death of his clansmen left him no choice at all. At this moment, the pain in Wang Zhuo's heart was absolutely no better than that of Teng. Xiuxiu is a little bit less.

Teng Xiuxiu smiled miserably. She looked at Wang Zhuo and called softly, "Don't go..."

Wang Zhuo's body trembled, he clenched his fists, turned around abruptly, and shouted at Teng Xiuxiu, "Go away!"

After speaking, he galloped away quickly, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Teng Xiuxiu's mouth was bleeding again. She took a deep look at the direction where Wang Zhuo disappeared, and turned around with a miserable smile, her eyes showing a blank look.

The world is big, but she doesn't know where to go. The two most important men around her, one's life and death are unknown, and the other's abandoning her. For a woman, it's really no different from the sky falling.

Wang Zhuo flew all the way, and after more than ten miles, his fists had already clenched blood, and the figures of the people before their death flashed in his eyes one by one, and then Teng Xiuxiu's figure and desperate eyes gradually replaced clan...

After a long time, Wang Zhuo fell to the ground, kowtowed a few times in the direction of the old family town, and said bitterly, "Father, mother, child... unfilial!"

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, shed two tears, stood up silently, turned around and chased after Teng Xiuxiu.

At the moment of turning around, he seemed to see his clansmen, especially his parents, showing a sad look at him, pointing to his nose one by one, calling him a traitor, the rebel son of the Wang family.

Wang Zhuo's heart was already torn in two. He tragically chased after Teng Xiuxiu. It didn't take long before he saw Teng Xiuxiu who was flying in a daze. She seemed to be investigating, and looked back at Wang Zhuo blankly. A tenderness gradually appeared in his eyes.

However, at the moment when the two of them just reunited, a killing energy slowly came from the sky. I saw a young man fluttering in the wind on top of a huge monster, staring coldly.

Behind him, there are countless corpses of the Fuji family.

Teng Xiuxiu's face suddenly paled, she subconsciously hid behind Wang Zhuo, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Wang Zhuo stared straight at the white young man with disbelief in his eyes.

"You...you are Wang Lin!!"

"Wang Zhuo

Lin jumped, fell from the mosquito beast, stood in front of Wang Zhuo, and casually glanced at the woman behind him.

Wang Zhuo subconsciously stood in front of the woman and looked at Wang Lin with complicated expressions in his eyes. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I should have guessed long ago that only you can have the ability to avenge the clan. strength."

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Wang Zhuo, I'm sorry."

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "If you and I said those words back then, I would not forgive you, but now... we have only one enemy, and that is Teng Huayuan."

There was a hint of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes, and he said slowly, "Teng Huayuan, he can't run away, and the entire Teng family can't run away!"

Teng Xiuxiu's body trembled, and despite the fear in her heart, she still gritted her teeth and asked softly, "I...my father he..."

"Shut up!" Wang Zhuo frowned, preventing Teng Xiuxiu from speaking, and said calmly to Wang Linqiang, "She is your sister-in-law..."

Before Wang Zhuo could finish speaking, Wang Lin said plainly, "Your father should not be named Teng."

Teng Xiuxiu's body trembled, looking at Wang Lin's eyes, revealing a deep hatred.

As soon as Wang Zhuo heard this, he already knew that Wang Lin knew about Teng Xiuxiu's identity, and his heart was even more complicated.

Wang Lin was silent for a while, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and said slowly, "Wang Hao, is he still in Xuandao Sect?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head and said bitterly, "He didn't succeed in forming an elixir... already... dead."

Wang Lin closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said softly, "You and her, leave Zhao State." After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at Wang Zhuo, turned around and jumped up to the mosquito beast.

Everyone has their own aspirations. Wang Zhuo's series of actions have clearly expressed his thoughts. He does not want Teng Xiuxiu to die.

Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin's figure, and his eyes became more complicated. The scenes of the tragic death of his clansmen and parents reverberated in his heart. It seemed that all the clansmen were staring at him, calling him a traitor to the Wang family. .

Wang Zhuo smiled miserably, turned to look at Teng Xiuxiu, and suddenly, his heart sank, and he could see a trace of deep hidden hatred in Teng Xiuxiu's eyes.

Wang Zhuo was silent, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and said warmly, "Xiuxiu, let's go." As he spoke, his right hand gently stroked Teng Xiuxiu's head.

Teng Xiuxiu was startled, and tears flowed in her eyes again. Since she and Wang Zhuo have been together for so many years, this is the first time that Wang Zhuo calls her Xiuxiu.

However, her smile froze in the next moment. Wang Zhuo's right hand pressed against Teng Xiuxiu's heavenly spirit. With a burst of spiritual power, his wife's vitality was suddenly determined.

Teng Xiuxiu died without pain, she died in the arms of her beloved...

Holding his dead wife's body, Wang Zhuo's eyes showed sadness, he glanced at the direction where Wang Lin disappeared, and muttered to himself: "Wang Lin, I will not become a traitor of the Wang family, and I will not let the blood of the Teng family. , there is even the slightest trace of it left."

As he spoke, he knelt down towards his hometown, kowtowed heavily a few times, slapped his forehead with a palm, cut off the vitality in his body, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, looked at his wife in his arms lovingly, and fell down.

"Xiuxiu, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you..."

Wang Lin stepped on the mosquito and beast, his body trembled, and he clearly felt that the light spot representing Wang Zhuozhi in his divine sense disappeared. He was silent for a while, his body flashed, and he disappeared above the mosquitoes.

When he appeared, he was already standing beside the corpses of Wang Zhuo and his wife. Wang Lin stared at the two of them in a daze, with a complicated expression in his heart. Wang Zhuo's choice, he already understood, he must be struggling between his family and his lover. In the end, he can only kill his lover himself to fill the guilt of his loved ones in his heart.

At the same time, after his wife's death, he has only one death to make the love for his wife in his heart come to a satisfactory end.

Wang Lin was silent, and placed his right hand on Wang Zhuo's forehead. Gradually, a faint soul fire that could dissipate at any time floated out from Wang Zhuo's forehead and was caught by Wang Lin in his hand.

He sighed and disappeared in place.

There is a huge mansion in the northeast of the capital of Zhao State. This place is the famous Wang family in the capital. At this moment, in the Wang family, there is a young man with a white head. In the courtyard, any servants turned a blind eye to him.

After walking for a while, the white young man came to an attic in a different courtyard. In the room, there was a woman lying on the bed with a slightly bulging abdomen, obviously pregnant.

The young man looked at it for a while, and there was a white light in his hand. He sighed softly, waved his right hand, and the white light floated into it through the attic and entered the woman's belly.

Gradually merge with the baby who has not yet formed and has no soul in the womb...

"As a human being, you must step into the realm of self-cultivation. Maybe one day in the future, you and I will meet again." The white young man muttered to himself and turned to leave.