Renegade Immortal

The person the head pointed at was an old woman. Her eyes were slightly dim, and she stared at the old woman and said, "Although my senior cultivation is as high as the sky, how can I, the Baiyun Sect, be the painting sect you are referring to!"

The old man muttered a few words, and impatiently took out a dirty storage bag from his arms. He rummaged through it for a long time and took out a black wooden sign with some oil stains and vegetable leaves hanging on it. , he threw it away and was caught by the old woman.

When the old woman saw the token, her expression immediately changed and she said in a voiceless voice: "The Ancestral Spirit Tablet!"

The middle-aged scribe immediately reached out to take the token and played a magic formula on it. Suddenly the token flashed with colorful light and lingered for a long time. The middle-aged scribe immediately smiled bitterly and said respectfully to the old man: "Senior, since you have The Ancestral Spirit Tablets, juniors and others should abide by them, but senior, are you sure that in exchange for this Ancestral Spirit Tablets, I, the Baiyun Sect’s God Transformation Monk, can help your disciples understand the artistic conception?”

The old man glanced at Wang Lin proudly, pressed his nose, snorted to the middle-aged scribe, and said harshly: "Nonsense, come on, come out!" He said, pointing at the old woman.

The old woman was silent for a while, nodded respectfully, walked away, took a few steps, her eyes showed a complicated light, glanced at Wang Lin, and said: "You have a good master, old woman, when I turned into a god, if I could have The opportunity to understand the artistic conception will definitely save you a lot of detours, alas!" As she said that, she opened her mouth and spit out a stream of pink spiritual energy. After this spiritual energy appeared, the surrounding area was immediately filled with waves of fragrance.

At the same time, the pink spiritual energy was as fast as an arrow. When it was three inches away from Wang Lin, it suddenly turned into a ball of pink mist, wrapping Wang Lin inside.

"Slowly understand the artistic conception of the old woman!"

In the pink mist, Wang Lin suddenly felt a warm feeling. The spiritual power and Nascent Soul in his body slowly showed a trace of laziness under this warm feeling.

It seemed that all the killings, even the determination to become a god, became ethereal at this moment. Under this feeling, Wang Lin even felt drowsy.

It seems like everything in the world has become dispensable.

But at this moment, an evil spirit blood ball in his storage bag suddenly flew out of the storage bag, followed Wang Lin's palm, and merged into his body in a flash.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce evil spirit, like a pot of cold water being poured from his head, made Wang Lin wake up immediately. The moment he woke up, the evil spirit suddenly filled his whole body.

The old woman let out a light sigh, and summoned her right hand to withdraw the pink spiritual energy.

Wang Lin took a deep breath. If it weren't for the evil spirit blood ball just now,

He was completely immersed in the other person's artistic conception. This feeling was extremely terrifying. In addition to his original fear of the cultivator, he was also cautious.

The old woman glanced at Wang Lin, stepped back, and said no more.

At this time, the old man's eyes swept over and finally landed on an old man in green shirt standing in the distance. His eyes suddenly lit up, he laughed and said: "Come here, your artistic conception is a bit special. After realizing it, we Just leave and won’t bother you again.”

Na Lao raised his head, without even looking at Wang Lin, and said flatly: "He can't bear my artistic conception!"

The old man raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said: "Fart, as long as I'm here, even if your Baiyun Sect's old Taoist Baiyun comes personally, I can still resist it!" After saying that, he secretly glanced deep into the Baiyun Sect with a sly look. .

The green-shirted old man said no more, but slapped his forehead, and suddenly a black gash opened between his eyebrows. A flying sword as big as the palm of his hand galloped out, turned into a bolt of lightning, and arrived in front of Wang Lin in an instant.

It was so fast that he couldn't resist at all. Wang Lin looked a little ugly. If the forbidden flags were opened, he might be able to stop him for a while, but obviously, he couldn't delay it for too long in the end!

But Wang Lin was not afraid. Even though he couldn't resist, if he really took action, with the fine silk threads in his hands, these god-transformation monks, no matter how powerful they were, would still have some scruples.

Take this flying sword for example. As long as Wang Lin uses Heavenly Tribulation now, the opponent will definitely stop the flying sword attack. Otherwise, they will both die together.

When the green-robed monk's flying sword was still a foot away in front of Wang Lin, a killing aura rushed towards him. There was also a strange artistic conception in this killing aura!

This artistic conception was very different from the previous two people. It seemed to have a hint of the power of heaven and earth. Wang Lin immediately noticed that the spiritual power in his body was actually exhausted. If these spiritual powers were compared to having vitality, then in the other party's eyes Under the artistic conception, its vitality is passing quickly.

This strange artistic conception made Wang Lin's expression change drastically. This artistic conception only acted on spiritual power. If it could act on longevity, it would be absolutely terrifying.

The green-robed monk had a dull expression, and with a call of his right hand, the flying sword suddenly retreated, returned to the old man's side, and disappeared between his eyebrows. He said slowly: "My artistic conception is the years!"

The old man's eyes narrowed and fell on this person. Before, he just felt that this old man in green shirt

The movement is a bit strange, and further analysis of its artistic conception is definitely extraordinary, but it is absolutely no one's artistic conception, it is actually the passage of time!

He took a deep breath, and the dirty look on his face suddenly disappeared. At this time, he looked quite majestic. Although his thin face was a little dirty, these mundane things could not cover up the aura of this man's majesty.

Wang Lin had an illusion for a moment. This old man seemed to have completely changed in an instant. At this time, if he said that he was a master from the Suzaku Kingdom, Wang Lin would not be too pregnant.

"What a divine state of mind. If you can reach the top in this life, the power of this state of mind will be unparalleled! Take it, ancestor spirits, and say goodbye!" The old man took a deep breath, moved his body, came to Wang Lin's side, and grabbed He and the two of them disappeared immediately, and when they reappeared, they were already in a remote location in Kyoto.

After the two of them appeared, Lao Dun was panting like an ox, and his face was pale from exhaustion, but he still showed a proud look. He glanced at Wang Lin from time to time, obviously waiting for Wang Lin's praise.

At this moment, he didn't have the same expert demeanor as before. Wang Lin reluctantly took off his straw hat, threw it into the storage bag, and said: "Senior's magical powers are amazing, I've only seen this in my life, I admire you, I admire you!"

The old man rolled his eyes and said dissatisfied: "Is that all you can say?"

Wang Lin was silent and smiled bitterly. He had never said any flattering words in his life. He thought about it for a long time and really didn't know how to say it.

Lao panted heavily, waved his hand and said, "Come on, I'm done understanding the artistic conception. You can go back. Remember to reach the stage of transformation as soon as possible so that you can carve wood carvings for me."

Then, he turned around and left.

Wang Lin pondered for a while, but when he saw that he was about to leave, he said, "Senior, what is that ancestral spirit tablet?"

The old man looked back at Wang Lin, smiled proudly, and said, "That crap is nothing, I have plenty here!" As he said that, he took out a large push of various orders from his storage bag. Card, continued: "This is from the Tian Escape Sect, this is from the Lingwu Sect, this is from the fourth level Cultivation Country, the Troll Demon Clan, this is the fifth level Cultivation Country..."

Wang Lin stared blankly at him as he tirelessly introduced the tokens one by one. The old man's eyes became more and more proud, as if the thing in his hand was his beloved toy.

Finally, the old man flipped his right hand, took out a blank token, and said: "Besides these, I will make tokens for whichever sect you want. Hehe, I don't know how many of these things have been sold over the years. Come on, go and ask around, my reputation is nothing but good. Do you want to buy one? How about the Baiyun Sect’s head token?"

Wang Lin was silent, glanced at the old man, turned and left.

The old man shouted from behind for a long time, then he muttered a few words, put away the tokens one by one, and said: "These things are my inventory. Huh, if you don't know the goods, I won't sell them to you!"

Wang Lin walked straight and returned to the shop. He sat cross-legged next to the stove. There was silence all around. In this quiet environment, the different artistic conceptions of the three monks in the transformation stage flashed through his mind. Slowly, his whole body Immerse everything in it and realize it quietly.

The hopeless state of the young scribe, the comfortable state of the old woman, and the state of the years of the old man in green clothes all echoed in Wang Lin's mind. Gradually, Wang Lin had a vague understanding. This artistic conception must be based on different opinions. A life that comes naturally from understanding the way of heaven.

So, what should be my artistic conception... Wang Lin closed his eyes. At this moment, his whole person suddenly became a little different. After a long time, Wang Lin opened his eyes, picked up a piece of wood, and waved a knife with his right hand. portray.

The wood chips flew down, and the carving knife in his hand moved like clouds and flowing water, without any pause. Gradually, a figure making secrets with one hand appeared on the wood carving.

Wang Lin's eyes showed a hint of concentration. At this moment, nothing around him could affect Wang Lin's mood. What he was thinking about and what he saw in his eyes were all the middle-aged scribe's desperate state.

There were more and more sawdust on the ground, and the carving knife in Wang Lin's hand became faster and faster. Finally, almost the afterimage of the knife appeared. After a long time, suddenly, Wang Lin's right hand stopped, and the carving knife in his hand snapped in the middle. A bright light flashed across the broken tip of the knife, and it stabbed into the wooden frame beside it, making a buzzing sound.

Wang Lin didn't pay any attention to all this. He stared at the wood carving in his hand. The wood carving had already taken shape. The middle-aged scribe was lifelike. He was making secrets with his right hand. There was an aura of ruthlessness surrounding his body, but this aura did not. Exposed, all contained.

Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes, thought for a long time, and gently placed the wooden sculpture of the middle-aged scribe in his hand on the ground.

"It's still a little bit worse..." Wang Lin said to himself.

There is another update in the evening, I am coding