Renegade Immortal

Wang Zhuo...Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he moved as fast as thunder, whizzing away.

Although Wang Zhuo looked like a weathered old man, Wang Lin recognized him at a glance.

Wang Zhuo felt sorrowful in his heart. Half of the dozen or so of them had died along the way. In the past few years, he had encountered such battles almost every day. Along the way, the shadow of death became thicker and thicker. .

Several other cultivation countries around have been lost one after another, or have been destroyed, or have become vassals of the Immortal Relic Clan. The third-level cultivation countries are not the main battlefield of the Immortal Relic Clan, but are just a place where they cultivate combat experience for low-level tribesmen. .

The Suzaku Kingdom did not pay too much attention to the third-level cultivator country. They only sent some early-stage monks to become gods. However, as the battle lasted, the Suzaku Kingdom eventually pulled away all the envoys from the third-level cultivator country and gave up. A third-level cultivation country.

In the eyes of the Suzaku Kingdom, the Nascent Soul cultivator is really insignificant in this battlefield.

Wang Zhuo smiled miserably as he watched another member of his sect die next to him. He looked at the other four members of the Immortal Remaining Clan. They all had cultivation levels equivalent to those in the late stage of pill formation, but they did not directly attack them, but chased them in a teasing manner. .

At this moment, suddenly a meteor streaked across the horizon in the distance, and bursts of unimaginable aura emitted from it. The four Immortal Relics people were suddenly startled and looked at it immediately.

Almost instantly, the meteor disappeared, and a man in white clothes came from a distance in a few steps.

The expressions of the four members of the Immortal Relic Clan suddenly changed. The four of them immediately noticed that the man in white had an aura that made them feel trembling. This aura could only be possessed by spellcasters with seven leaves or above in the clan.

"Yingbian..." One of the Immortal Relics clan members said tremblingly, and he exclaimed,

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away. The three of them followed closely.

Wang Lin's eyes were cold, and he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and the mosquito beast flew out. Without waiting for Wang Lin's instructions, it immediately roared and caught up with the four people as fast as lightning. The screams echoed, and the four people died tragically immediately, becoming Mosquito beast's delicacy.

This scene happened so fast that Wang Zhuo and others were stunned.

Wang Lin turned around, looked at Wang Zhuo, and chuckled: "Wang Zhuo, do you know me?"

"Senior...you...it's you..." Wang Zhuo was startled and immediately recognized Wang Lin as the man who transformed into a god in Hengyue Mountain.

Wang Lin shook his head,

He said, "I haven't seen you for so many years. I'm glad that you have reached the late stage of pill formation. That's all. Let me help you once and help you conceive a baby!" As he said that, Wang Lin pressed his right hand on Wang Zhuo's eyebrows from a distance.

The seal in Wang Zhuo's mind was immediately broken, and the memories of his previous life flooded him like a flood. He swayed and his whole body suddenly disappeared.

Wang Lin glanced coldly at Wang Zhuo's other disciples. All of them were in the early stages of pill formation. There was only one person in the late stage of pill formation. In this person's body, there was a spiritual seed left by Wang Lin back then.

"Where are you going?" Wang Lin asked. The man with the spiritual seed was an old man. When Wang Lin saw him, he immediately trembled and said quickly: "More than a dozen of the younger generation were ordered to help the neighboring countries. Unfortunately, the neighboring countries were defeated by the Immortal Relics and have fallen. We After fighting all the way back, prepare to rush back to Zhao Kingdom."

Wang Lin patted the storage bag with his right hand, and a jade slip appeared in his hand, leaving a trace of artistic conception behind. He still gave it to the old man and said calmly: "Take this thing to ensure that you return to Zhao Kingdom safely, go ahead."

The old man felt as if he had found a treasure and was excited to compose it again and again. In his opinion, this thing was life.

Wang Lin waved his right hand, grabbed Wang Zhuo from the air, and disappeared in a flash.

The old man took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the place where Wang Lin disappeared. He bowed sincerely without any distracting thoughts.

"Uncle Master, who is that senior?" A middle-aged man next to him asked cautiously.

The old man's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and he said softly: "Then I am the only god-transforming monk in the Zhao Kingdom."

"Monk Transformation God...is he from Zhao?" The middle-aged man took a breath.

"Haha, you should have heard of his name%..." The old man moved and flew away into the distance, and the other disciples immediately followed him.

"Wang Lin, his name is Wang Lin!"

As soon as the word "Wang Lin" came out, several other disciples, including the big man, suddenly trembled, with horror in their eyes.

In the world of Zhao Kingdom's cultivation, the name Wang Lin represents the overwhelming evil spirit and a catastrophe in the past.

On that day, blood flowed into rivers, and the land of Zhao State was dyed red with blood. All this is something that no one can forget.

To this day, the catastrophe of the Teng family is still spread in the Zhao Kingdom cultivation world, and is always remembered in people's hearts. It has even become the lifelong pursuit of many young monks.

On a mountain peak, Wang Zhuo slowly woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he showed a trace of confusion. The confusion slowly dissipated. Finally, his eyes calmed down and he looked at the white figure standing in the wind.

Wang Lin...a bitter voice came from Wang Zhuo's mouth.

Wang Zhuo. Wang Lin turned around and looked back with a smile.

Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin, and the memories of his previous life echoed in his mind one by one, and finally settled on the scene of his wife dying in his arms in his previous life, and then he sighed softly.

"Thanks……"

Wang Lin shook his head and said: "In the past, the Wang family has only you and me left, so why bother saying thank you..."

"You... what level of cultivation are you at now, but when you reach the stage of infant transformation?" Wang Zhuo hesitated and asked.

"The infant transformation has not yet been achieved." Wang Lin looked into the distance.

"Time flies by in a flash. Even now, I still remember you and me in the Hengqiu Sect... alas..." Wang Zhuo sighed softly.

"Wang Zhuo, what happened on Suzaku Planet in recent years? How did the Immortal Relics appear?" Wang Lin asked with a flash of his eyes.

Wang Zhuo was stunned and said, "You don't know?"

Wang Lin shook his head and said: "In the past seven years, I have not been on the Suzaku Star."

Wang Zhuo was shocked. Wang Lin said it in an understatement, but it was completely different to his ears.

Not on Suzaku Star...Wang Lin's cultivation level can break through the void...

Wang Zhuo took a deep breath and told everything he had learned recently.

Wang Lin's expression was always calm, but there was a big wave in his heart. The Immortal Relic Clan invaded, and almost most of the third-level cultivation countries fell.

The fourth-level cultivator's country was in danger, and Suzaku Star resisted with all its strength, but still retreated steadily.

The Corpse Yin Sect came forward to help the Immortal Relics Clan with all their strength. There are five fourth-level cultivation countries, and they have betrayed each other one after another.

The Immortal Relic Clan has already occupied half of the entire Suzaku Star.

"It is rumored that the identities of the nine people sent out by the Immortal Relics back then have now been revealed. There are still four left. No one knows who they are. They only know that they must be in the fifth-level cultivation country. Extremely high position." Wang Zhuo said slowly.

Wang Lin was silent. He never expected that such a big change would happen in just a few years.

"Soul Refining Sect..." Wang Lin took a deep breath. He wanted to return to Soul Refining Sect immediately to see if there were any changes within the Soul Refining Sect.

Most of the things Wang Zhuo knew were rumors and not true. He didn't know anything about the Soul Refining Sect.

"Wang Lin, can you go back to the Kingdom of Zhao to resolve the crisis in the Kingdom of Zhao..." Wang Zhuo was silent for a while and said slowly.

"Furthermore, my Wang family has descendants. I have been secretly taking care of them all these years. I hope that mortals will not be implicated in this war. However, when I was helping neighboring countries to fight, I heard that the Immortal Relics were looking for those who possessed spiritual powers. A boy with spiritual roots, I’m worried that if the descendants of the Wang family have children with spiritual roots, they will be noticed by the Immortal Relic Clan. Unfortunately, I haven’t been back for many years, and I don’t know if there are people with spiritual roots.”

Suzaku star, Zhao country, rainy night.

Outside the capital of Zhao Kingdom's mortal world, a carriage was galloping.

"Drive, drive!" A bald man, sitting in front of the carriage, shouted with a whip in his hand. His expression was anxious, and he occasionally looked back behind him.

The horse was sore from the whip that it neighed and went faster.

"Mom, where are we going?" A child's childish voice came from inside the carriage.

"Mom, take her to the ancestral home. Only there will Yu'er be safe." A gentle and sweet voice answered the child, and there was also a trace of anxiety in this voice.

"Mother, I was studying with the third prince yesterday. He told me that the Zhao country is very dangerous now... It seems that someone is fighting against those immortals. Mother, is that true?" The child named Yu'er continued.

"Yu'er, please rest and don't ask so many questions." A man's rich voice came from inside the carriage.

There were three people in the carriage, a couple and a child. The woman was wearing palace clothes and looked quite charming. A beauty mark on the corner of her mouth made her even more charming.

The man was dressed in a python robe and had a majestic appearance. He was calm and intimidating. It was obvious that he had been in a high position all year round and had a natural aura.

As for the child, he looked about six or seven years old, with a slightly red face and a lovely face.

There was silence in the carriage. Only the shouts of the bald man outside the car came from time to time, and then there was the sound of rainwater dripping from the fishing industry on the car roof.

Yu'er said obediently, maybe she was sleepy, so she lay in the woman's arms and gradually fell asleep.

"Your Majesty, Yu'er..." The woman in the carriage had red eyes and was speechless.

The man sighed softly and said slowly: "The immortals in the capital have all left one by one and returned to their respective sects to fight. The foreigners who invaded the Zhao Kingdom are so powerful. As far as I know, the current Zhao Kingdom's Those immortals have been defeated and are all gathered in one place."

The woman wiped away the tears from her eyes, looked at the child in her arms, and whispered: "Those people, why are they looking for these children everywhere..."

The man took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "Last night I had a secret conversation with the emperor and learned that these people are looking for children with leisure qualifications. I am afraid they have great intentions. Alas, it would be great if my great-grandfather was here."