Renegade Immortal

Live, she dies...He dies, she lives...

This is another meaning of life and death. At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart.

There is a saying in Taoism that mountains are mountains and water is water. In Wang Lin's case, he had his own realization.

Seeing life as life and seeing death as death are just the first meaning of the artistic conception of life and death.

When he was in the alliance of the four factions, Wang Lin saw the four factions being destroyed by the Snow Land, and saw that the god-transformation monk who gave him the feather was about to be stained with blood in the Snow Land at the last moment of his life. His heart, Shocked, there were vague signs of a breakthrough.

There is often only a thin line between life and death. Sometimes, it is obviously dead, but it is born in people's hearts. Sometimes, it is obviously alive, but there is no change and there is the intention to die.

Wang Lin's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Zhou Yi's death caused Ting'er's life. Er's death brought about Zhou Yi's life again. Between life and death, fate is playing tricks on people.

However, the death of the two of them is not the end, but exists in another kind of mentality in the heart.

Looking at life is not life, looking at death is not:.

Lin's eyes were clear. He understood.

On him. An artistic conception emerged that seemed to see through life and death. at this moment. His artistic conception of life and death. Progress by leaps and bounds. Wang Lin took a deep breath. He understands. Cultivation on your own. A breakthrough is coming.

mid-term. No longer far away.

After becoming a god. Comprehension of artistic conception. It is an important means to break through the cultivation base. Once the artistic conception breaks through. So generally speaking, a breakthrough in cultivation level. It won't be ten years.

It's like a container. If it is only the size of a fist, there will naturally be only so much liquid in it. But the artistic conception breaks through. But it expanded the container several times. Although at this stage. Its interior liquid. There are still so many fists. But there are no limits to growth. When growing again to several times the size of the container. It is a breakthrough in cultivation.

at this time. Ling Tianhou, the sword master of Daluo Sword Sect, was very fast. He rushed toward the fallen woman in white and stretched out his hand. its goal. It's the two fairy swords, one big and one small.

Zhou stared blankly at the woman in white. His body and mind were blank, without all thoughts. The behavior of the old man in green clothes was like ice water spilled into boiling oil, which immediately ignited Zhou Yi's anger.

He moved his body, and when he waved his hand, golden light suddenly appeared in his body,

His whole body turned into a huge sword shadow, whizzing away as fast as lightning.

The sky darkened under the shadow of the sword, and cracks appeared on the earth.

The old man in green shirt's expression changed and he didn't dare to take the sword again. He could feel that there was a will to destroy everything in the sword light.

Without any hesitation, Qingshan Lao immediately turned around, shouted loudly, clasped his hands together, and when he pulled them apart, a sword light appeared in front of him. With a push, he rushed towards the sword shadow that Zhou Yi had transformed into.

"boom"

The old sword light collapsed and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The black fingerprint on his chest spread immediately and became more than twice as big.

"This Immortal Fingerprint is too overbearing. I was injured today and can't use all my cultivation power. I have already taken an Immortal Sword, that's all!" The old man in Qingshan stepped back, and without saying a word, he tore his right hand beside him, and suddenly he was empty. There was a huge gaping hole in the middle, and the gaping direction was exactly where Tianyun Star Daluo Sword Sect was. He ducked and was about to get into it.

At this time, Zhou Hua's sword shadow was faster and came with an astonishing roar and a crazy impact.

The old man's complexion changed drastically. Without saying a word, he turned around and got into the crack. At the same time, he summoned his right hand and the man who had been lying on the ground sat cross-legged and meditated with his eyes closed.

Behind Wang Lin, circles of gray halo suddenly appeared. In this halo, a grayness slowly spread out, forming a huge picture. However, this picture was not solidified, but extremely blurry. , as if it will dissipate when the wind blows.

There are only two colors in this picture, black and white, which is quite monotonous. However, as soon as this picture appears, all those who are rushing towards it immediately stop, with shock in their eyes.

"What kind of artistic conception is this!!"

"What kind of artistic conception does this person use to become a god? Why does this black and white picture make me feel frightened!"

"Reincarnation, this is the axis of reincarnation and life and death!!"

Although black and white are simple, this black represents death and this white represents life.

Wang Lin's figure in front of this huge picture had a feeling of reincarnation. He looked at the old man in gray clothes and uttered again: "What is death?"

Behind the gray-clothed old man, a series of phantoms suddenly flashed. Among the phantoms, two white old men could be seen looking kindly at a middle-aged man kneeling on the ground below them. This man looked like The appearance is quite similar to that of the old man, and he is clearly what he looked like when he was young.

The artistic conception of this person is filial piety!

But immediately, the shadow collapsed and was replaced by the black and white picture.

The old man in gray clothes trembled, opened his eyes suddenly, and spat out a large mouthful of blood again. His whole body suddenly became sluggish, his eyes dimmed, his artistic conception was broken, his Taoist heart was forcibly wiped out, and his cultivation in the transformation stage , without the artistic conception, fell immediately.

Wang Lin sighed softly, stepped forward, and touched the center of the old man's eyebrows with his right index finger.

"boom"

The old man's head suddenly turned into a piece of flesh and blood and exploded, and his body immediately fell down.

"Although my cultivation is in the early stage of divine transformation, my artistic conception has reached the middle stage of divine transformation just now. The artistic conception of life and death has reached the second level. I dare to fight the red butterfly in the late stage of divine transformation, let alone you... "Wang Lin's eyes showed a strange light and he looked around.

At a glance, the people around him fell silent, but the greed in their eyes did not dissipate at all.

In their opinion, although Wang Lin's artistic conception is powerful, there is only one person, and he will definitely die today!

Wang Lin looked calmly and said softly: "Aren't you showing up yet?"