Renegade Immortal

The spell is a technique created by ancient monks who imitated the Ultimate Realm after failing to study the Ultimate Realm. This technique is extremely difficult to practice, but compared to the Extreme Realm that cannot be understood, it can be mastered.

Once mastered, as long as the word "death" is spoken, the person it refers to will die immediately.

To practice this skill, you need to gather the three qi into one.

The three qi refer to death qi, yin qi and murderous qi.

The death energy is condensed by absorbing the energy of corpse bones. Although his attribute is Yin, within this Yin is the will of death.

The second qi, yin qi, is the original yin of nature. The yin qi is accumulated through the technique of harvesting yin. This yin qi contains business.

The fusion of the two qi, using two different qi to cultivate Yinmang, combined with the third qi, murderous aura! The three qi are integrated into one, and after experiencing a narrow escape from death, the living can initially master the death curse. Once they practice this death curse, they have to endure unimaginable pain every day, and even experience a narrow escape from death every three years.

After going through several cycles of this, the Death Curse can be considered a small success. If you continue to practice, you will have a greater chance of dying. After all, this technique is modeled after the Ultimate Realm.

It is much weaker than the Extreme Realm, but the danger of practicing it is far greater than that of the Extreme Realm. If you think about it carefully, it is not worth the gain. Although its attack power is terrifying, as time goes by, more and more people practice this technique. The less.

Sima spat out the word "death" in his mouth and used the magical power of the death curse. With a touch of his right hand, a strange ripple suddenly spread out in the void where his fingertips touched.

Void. It's like throwing a stone into the ground. Turned into ripples.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a strange light. He is not healthy. Stand still. Feel the martial arts of the universe, create the sacred king, kill the divine king at night, and ask for the throne of the divine seal. The most powerful and abandoned young man in the ninth heaven, the great Zhou royal family, will kill the divine king and the throne of the divine seal at night. Seek the proud and proud ninth heaven, the strongest and abandoned young master, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Martial arts will move the universe. Seeking the throne of the God of Night Killing, the most powerful and abandoned boy in the Ninth Layer of Heaven, the God-making General of the Great Zhou Royal Family. Seeking the throne of the God of Night Killing, the most powerful and abandoned boy in the Ninth Layer of Heaven, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The power of that death spell is at the fingertips of Sima The moment of touching the ground. He immediately felt the spiritual power in his body. A hint of cold air suddenly separated.

This cold and cold air is completely different from where Huangquan Shengqiao Jue is practiced. It just appeared. Instantly from Wang Lin's body. A breath emerged again.

Wang Lin was startled by the appearance of this aura. This breath. He is extremely familiar with it appearing in the body of the deity. He was no surprise. But now the body. He had not killed many people in this life, but he still had a murderous aura.

This murderous aura is weak.

But as soon as it appears. He immediately merged with the Yin Qi. Forming a force that is extremely sharp and strange. Follow his body. Directly enter the soul.

It’s just that Wanglindi is powerful. This trace of death spell caused strange power to destroy. It only takes a moment of thought. This strange power was instantly observed carefully by Yuanshen Lin Lin for a few moments. With his understanding of extreme situations. At this moment, the origin of this death curse can be seen through at a glance.

Although this death spell is powerful, it is still far behind compared to the extreme realm.

The extreme realm is a mutated form of catastrophe, which can kill monks of the same level in one blow.

But this death spell is a kind of magical power. If the person's cultivation level is lower than that of the caster, it can kill him with one blow, but if the person's cultivation level is higher than that of the spell caster, it will have little effect.

For example, if you have a cultivation level in the middle stage of pill formation, you can use this magical power to be proud of yourself in the middle stage or below. Even if you meet a monk who is also in the middle stage of pill formation, there is a certain chance of success. Even if you don't succeed, the opponent will be shocked.

However, if you are facing a monk in the late stage of pill formation, this magical power will have very little effect. If you are not careful, it will be backlashed.

The difference between it and the extreme realm is too great.

Wang Lin shook his head slightly. Although the death curse was magical, it did not help him at all. As soon as he thought about it, the strange power of the death curse dissipated in his body.

The moment it dissipated, Sima's body trembled, his eyes showed an incredible look, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His eyes were dim and lifeless. The Death Curse was destroyed. His cultivation was not enough to suppress the backlash of the Death Curse's power in his body. In a flash, he fell to the ground.

At this time, another spiritual light flew out from the Soul Refining Sect, wrapped around Sima's body, and pulled back the inner door.

Without any suspense, Wang Lin became the winner of this competition.

The inner disciple who was presiding over the competition hugged Wang Lin with a fist and said with a smile: "Wang Zhen, next time we meet, Wang will call you junior brother. Qingmu, follow me to see the elder."

Wang Lin smiled and nodded, turned into a rainbow together with the other party, and flew towards the inner gate of Soul Refining Sect one after another.

The inner gate of the Soul Refining Sect formed a world of its own. The moment he passed through the inner gate formation, what Wang Lin saw was an endless mountain range with three giant peaks reaching into the sky, standing ferociously.

"These three giant peaks are where the three inner sects of our Soul Refining Sect are located. The three soul refining sects are Soul Refining, Soul Extraction, and Soul Locking." Wang Zhen introduced during the flight.

Wang Lin nodded and looked at the three giant peaks.

Behind these three mountain peaks, there are circles of huge golden halos. There seems to be another universe within the halo, with waves of golden light spreading far away, illuminating the entire inner gate of the Soul Refining Sect.

"Those nine golden rings are the retreat place for the nine seniors of my Soul Refining Sect who are in the god transformation stage. One day, I will also reach god transformation and become the tenth golden ring!" Wang Zhen's eyes showed a trace of fanatical reverence. .

Wang Lin glanced at the golden ring. Here, he could clearly feel the majestic spiritual power coming from the nine rings.

"If my cultivation level recovers, this will

Among the god-transforming monks in the ring, no one is my rival! "Wang Lin looked flat.

"Qingmu, do you know Zeng Niu?" Wang Zhen turned around and said.

"Zeng Niu?" Wang Lin looked as usual, nodded and said, "I've heard of it."

"Back then, our Soul Refining Sect originally had ten god-transforming monks, and one of them died at the hands of Zeng Niu!" Wang Zhen's eyes showed reverence, and he said: "This Zeng Niu is my target. One day, like him, I will become the first person on Suzaku Planet to undergo infant transformation!"

"Oh?" Wang Lin was startled. After thinking for a long time, he didn't remember when he killed a god-forming monk from the Soul Refining Sect.

"Many people know about this matter. The ancestor who transformed into gods traveled around other countries back then. Unfortunately, he ended up having a quarrel with Zeng Niu and was killed by Zeng Niu." Wang Zhen said.

Wang Lin touched his nose. He really didn't think such a thing would happen.

"The disappearance of Zeng Niu is a good opportunity. I, the founder of the Soul Refining Sect's Escape to Heaven, have already prepared to find this person to inquire about the reason." Wang Zhen sighed.

"Ancestor of Escape?" Wang Lin's eyes flashed.

"It's not a big deal for you to know these things. You will become an inner disciple anyway. Our Soul Refining Sect has two ancestors of infant transformation, one of whom is the ancestor of Escape. Do you see that golden ring? After the ring, there are two blood rings, which are the retreat places of the two ancestors." Wang Zhen said.

Wang Lin looked up and vaguely saw a trace of blood behind the nine huge golden rings.

During the conversation, the two came to Soul Peak. At the top of this peak, there was a hall built of blue boulders. Wang Zhen stopped outside the hall and said, "Qingmu, if you go inside, the elders will make arrangements for you."

Wang Lin nodded, looked calm, and walked into the hall.

The hall was dark. The moment he entered, a pressure came. However, this pressure had no effect on Wang Lin. He had a look of being overwhelmed and stopped in his tracks.

At this time, the pressure subsided and an old voice came out: "Come forward."

Wang Lin's face showed a look of relief and he stepped forward.

At this time, the hall suddenly lit up, with green fires burning slowly all around. In the middle, an old man wearing a green gown looked at Wang Lin with bright eyes.

This person's cultivation has already reached the Great Perfection of the late Nascent Soul, and he is only one step away from realizing the way of heaven before becoming a god.

"What's your name?" The old man looked away from Wang Lin and said calmly.

"Disciple Qingmu." Wang Lin clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"How did you break Sima's death curse?" the old man said with a focused gaze.

Wang Lin looked as usual and said calmly: "This disciple has hidden his cultivation and has actually reached the Great Perfection of the late stage of elixir formation. Naturally, the death spell cannot hurt me."

The old man nodded. In his opinion, this Qingmu did not lie and indeed hid his cultivation level. From the moment he entered the hall, he had already noticed that this Qingmu's actual cultivation level was not in the middle stage of pill formation, but in the complete stage of pill formation.

The old man moved and came to Wang Lin in a blink of an eye. He pressed his right thumb forward, as fast as lightning, on Wang Lin's eyebrows.

Wang Lin did not dodge. The moment the opponent's thumb pressed down, a cold air penetrated into his body. However, with Wang Lin's soul, he had no scruples at all.

After a while, the old man retracted his thumb, looked at Wang Lin, his eyes were no longer so cold, and said in a deep voice: "I am the great elder of Soul Refining Peak. You can go to the side pavilion to exchange for disciple clothes and tokens, or you can go to the Soul Refining Peak to hide. Select the skills in the Jing Pavilion and open a cave anywhere on this peak to practice.

I don’t have a master in the Soul Refining Sect, so I rely entirely on self-cultivation. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Wang Lin nodded in agreement, turned and left respectfully.

Shortly after he left, two powerful spiritual consciousnesses immediately appeared in the hall.

"Junior brother, how is this person?"

"It doesn't matter!" the old man snorted and said.

"Junior brother, our ancestors have been in seclusion in recent years. We must keep the seclusion in check and not let anyone with ulterior motives get in."

"It's funny. Don't we still have a few people in our Soul Refining Sect who have ulterior motives? One more is not more, one less is not a lot. One of the ten people under the two senior brothers has other agendas. It is better to deal with your own affairs first. , don’t have anything to do with my Soul Refining Peak.” The old man’s tone was cold.

"Junior brother has a lot of resentment. Haha, the junior with precognitive intuition was chosen by me. The person who mastered the death curse was chosen by Junior Brother Suo Shen. Now the remaining person is the final winner. Junior brother, aren’t you satisfied?”

"Fart, those two have their own magical powers. This person is just slightly higher in cultivation, how can he compare. Two senior brothers, don't give it away!" The old man looked confused.

The two spiritual consciousnesses burst into laughter and dissipated one after another.

Wang Lin walked on the Soul Refining Peak and withdrew his consciousness.

"All the cultivators who transform themselves into gods are in retreat. The Soul Refining Sect is currently guarded by these three people." Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he walked towards the side hall.

There, after exchanging the disciple's clothing and tokens, Wang Lin saw that it was still early, so he went to the Scripture Deposit Pavilion.