Renegade Immortal

Lin smiled slightly and said: "Senior, I haven't seen you for seven years, but you still have the same style.

The strange look on the old man's face became even stronger. He stared at Wang Lin for a long time, then sighed, with a rare hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "Transform into a mortal... you actually transformed into a mortal!"

Wang Lin picked up the jug from the small pot, filled a glass, and after drinking it, he said: "This junior is just struggling among mortals, how can he not be as comfortable as his seniors are playing in the world."

The old man took a deep breath, grabbed the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and said: "I have seen countless monks who transformed into gods in my life, but you are the first one who can transform into mortals in six years!"

Wang Lin didn't say anything, and his mood didn't change at all. He just smiled slightly and looked at the actor singing.

The old man looked directly at Wang Lin. After a long time, the admiration in his eyes became stronger and he said: "It's not that we are similar in flesh and blood, but that we are similar in spirit. Young man, if you can understand the artistic conception, then within a hundred years, I can guarantee that you will be the same." Can transform into a god!"

Wang Lin turned his head, took a sip of wine, and said, "What is artistic conception?"

The old man was about to speak when he suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Look, this man is old and can't think of anything when he's hungry."

Wang Lin took a serious look at the old man and said with a smile: "Senior, watch the show slowly, junior, take your leave!" With that, he took the wine bottle, stood up and left the inn.

The old man was startled, then his eyes gleamed and he murmured to himself: "Interesting."

Wang Lin was carrying a wine flask. Walking slowly down the street. The fallen leaves fell under my feet. Returned to the shop. After opening the store door. Went in.

He just took a step forward. The old man's obscene voice came over: "That's right. It turns out that you have been transformed here for the past six years."

The old man appeared behind Wang Lin at some unknown time. As he walked in. Look around. His eyes gradually showed surprise.

Wang Lin showed up to the old man. No surprises were revealed. Instead, he sat aside. Drinking wine. Look at each other.

"Dragon, fire spider, Tianyin beast, bell and drum, eight-clawed sword beast, Lun... You are a good young man. You have brought most of the demonic beasts in Demon Cultivator Haiti here." Lao Yue looked in his eyes. The look of surprise became even stronger. Finally, his eyes suddenly glanced. It landed on a wooden frame in the corner of the shop. Call with your right hand. The wood carving in the wooden frame. Suddenly they flew out one by one.

These wood carvings. They are all semi-finished products.

The moment the old man saw these semi-finished products,

Suddenly his eyes became solemn, and he looked carefully one by one. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked at Wang Lin, and said slowly: "I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that you would have such an experience. These monks in the transformation stage And the monsters, if you hadn’t fought them personally, you would never have been able to carve them so closely.”

Wang Lin smiled slightly and did not speak. He just drank quietly, as if everything the other party said had nothing to do with him.

After pondering for a while, the old man put down the statue in his hand, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "What's your name?"

"Wang Lin!" Wang Lin said calmly.

The old man nodded, waved his right hand, and his whole demeanor suddenly changed. From a dirty old guy, he became majestic in an instant. Although the whole person did not exude any majesty of spiritual power, there was something like the sea. So unfathomable.

Pulled by the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body, his eyes suddenly flickered brightly. At this moment, Wang Lin couldn't see through the cultivation level of this old man. However, the bright light flickered slightly and then calmed down. Wang Lin took a sip. Liquor, he said: "Senior, junior, this hut really can't stand the torment, you'd better take it in."

The old man snorted softly and said: "Boy, feel it, this is the artistic conception!"

As he spoke, his whole body suddenly moved, and a feeling of raging violence suddenly enveloped the entire store, but miraculously, it did not damage any brick or tile of the store, and did not show any signs of it.

At this moment, the inside and outside of the store seemed to be two worlds cut off by a knife.

This raging and violent aura permeated the surroundings. Wang Lin's body involuntarily erupted with strong spiritual power to resist it. At this time, almost as soon as his spiritual power flowed, he was immediately attracted by this raging and violent aura. In an instant, he was assimilated by this violence and became crazy.

Under this madness, Wang Lin's eyes showed a hint of horror. The spiritual power in his body was unexpectedly out of control. He even had a feeling that even his own Nascent Soul was being shaken by the opponent's violent attack at this moment. The breath is assimilated, as if at this moment, everything that he has worked hard for for more than four hundred years has turned into the opponent's spell to attack him.

"This is my state of madness. I used this artistic conception to transform into a god. Under this artistic conception, all spiritual power will be assimilated by the artistic conception and allowed to be controlled by me." There was a trace of madness in the old man's voice. After taking a look at Wang Lin, the artistic conception immediately disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

In just a few short breaths, Wang Lin broke out in a cold sweat. He took a deep breath, his right hand was trembling a little, picked up the wine bottle, and took a big sip. After a long time, the spiritual power in his body gradually calmed down. .

"Why didn't I feel this kind of artistic conception when I met the Earth Transformation Monk before?" Wang Lin was silent for a moment and said.

The old man was startled, scratched his head, and said awkwardly: "This... I forgot. Although I had controlled my cultivation just now, I also used the infant transformation stage to activate my artistic conception, so this power is a bit too strong. ...Actually, it is impossible for monks in the transformation stage to display such artistic conception, they just bring some of their magical powers, hehe, I'm sorry."

Wang Lin glanced at the old man with a wry smile and murmured to himself: "Impression... this is the artistic conception..."

The old man rolled his eyes, with a sly look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Use the transformation to become a mortal, to experience the martial arts, the holy king of heaven and earth, the creation of the holy king, the night killing god, the divine seal, the throne of seeking demons, the most powerful abandoned young man in the ninth heaven, Da Zhou The royal family will kill the god and seal the throne at night, asking for the demon and the most powerful and abandoned young master in the ninth level of heaven. The Throne seeks the artistic conception of each member of the Zhou royal family, the most powerful abandoned young master in the Nine Heavens, and through the artistic conception, they can finally break through the Nascent Soul and achieve divine transformation. This is a process that every monk needs to go through when he wants to break through the Nascent Soul. Young man, would you like to experience other people's artistic conception, it will be of great benefit to you?"

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He must know that understanding the artistic conception of other gods is a certain risk, but the benefits are huge.

He looked at the old man and did not agree immediately, but said slowly: "What price do I have to pay?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, slapped his chest, and said: "The price? There is no price. I will protect you. In this fourth-level cultivation country, we can walk sideways, it's okay!"

Wang Lin didn't speak, just looked at the old man silently.

Gradually, the old man scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "Well...I think your statues are good...this..."

"Okay, I'll give it all to you!" Wang Lin said decisively.

The old man rolled his eyes, slapped his chest in slight annoyance, and said, "What do I need these low-level magic weapons of yours for? There are some semi-finished products here that are somewhat interesting, but I don't want them anymore. In this way, I will say it directly, you see I'm so handsome, wise, mighty, and heroic, don't you feel attracted to me? Don't you think I'm a very suitable candidate to make a wood sculpture in my likeness?"

When the old man first said this, he was still blushing, but at the end of the sentence, he became excited and his chest clapped loudly.

Wang Lin was startled for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay! But my current cultivation level is not enough. I have to wait until I transform into a god before I can make your wood carving more perfect."

The old man immediately became happy and said repeatedly: "Don't worry, don't worry, you must carve out the most perfect side of me, um... By the way, for the carving I want, you must carve me more perfectly. Like this Come on, make a few more, a hundred! That’s a hundred!”

The old man was very happy, and secretly thought that when he went to a brothel or met a beautiful woman, he would give him a statue of himself. In this way, these beauties would definitely remember him for a lifetime.

Especially when he thought about the scene of those beautiful women hugging his woodcarvings, with a hint of charm in their eyes, the old man suddenly became excited. The more he looked at Wang Lin, the more he liked him. He grabbed Wang Lin with his big hand, and the two of them disappeared into the shop. within.

When he appeared, he was already in mid-air among the clouds, a hundred thousand miles away from Kyoto.

Wang Lin's consciousness swept away, and he was suddenly horrified. He roughly estimated that this teleportation was one hundred thousand miles away. This kind of cultivation was already appalling, and made him feel horrified.

You must know that even in the late Nascent Soul stage, he can only teleport a thousand miles by relying solely on his own cultivation. Although Wang Lin does not know how far he can teleport after reaching the level of spiritual transformation, it is obvious that it is absolutely impossible to teleport a hundred thousand miles.

Wang Lin analyzed that even a monk in the infant transformation stage would not be able to easily teleport a hundred thousand miles away. And most importantly, the old man did not teleport alone, but took him with him. In this way, he In my heart, I was even more afraid of this old man.

The old man was panting at this time, and teleporting a hundred thousand miles was also a big burden for him. But when he saw the shock on Wang Lin's face, he immediately raised his chin proudly, pretending to be emotional. Said: "Well, as I get older, my body and bones have also deteriorated a lot. This teleportation once can only cover a hundred thousand miles. It's really shameful." Although the old man said this, even a weak mortal could see it. Showing the rich look of pride on his face.

Wang Lin remained silent.

After a long time, the old man was breathing heavily, and the proud look on his face gradually disappeared, and he said angrily: "Boy, have you ever seen someone teleport so far before?"

"No." Wang Lin said truthfully.

"Then you saw that my old man is so powerful, and he didn't even fart?" The old man's eyes widened, and he thought that he had wasted so much energy, and almost used up all his energy to go to the brothel to suck milk, but this kid didn't react at all. .

Wang Lin gave the old man a strange look and said, "Senior's cultivation is truly the only one I've seen in this junior's life. I admire you!"

The old man snorted softly and boasted: "I have the opportunity to teleport you a million miles and let you see everything." After saying that, he pointed to the void in the distance and said: "That's the Baiyun Sect. Let's go, I will take you there." Go ahead and kick Zong."

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