Renegade Immortal

Bai Wei nodded and said respectfully: "Disciple abstains from voting."

The fourth senior sister, Zhao Xinmeng, looked at Wang Lin with a focused look, and said softly: "Old Seven, if I abstain again, it will be too easy for you to get this title. You and I will fight, today!"

Wang Lin's mind flashed back to Yun Daozi's fearful look before, and he couldn't help but pause in his heart, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Disciple, abstain!" Wang Lin took a deep breath and looked at Tianyunzi.

Tianyunzi was suddenly startled. This was almost the first time Wang Lin had seen this expression on him. Tianyunzi frowned, looked at Wang Lin, and said in a deep voice: "Why did you abstain!"

The calm look on Zhao Xinmeng's face also disappeared, revealing a strange look. She looked at Wang Lin and remained silent.

In Wang Lin's mind, the fearful look in Yun Daozi's eyes never left his mind. Now that he heard Tian Yunzi's words, he paused for a moment and said, "This disciple is not cultivated enough to compete with Fourth Senior Sister."

"Wang Lin!" Tianyunzi interrupted Wang Peng, looked at him deeply, and said in a deep voice:

"Master, I hope you will snatch it once! My disciple, don't be that kind of coward, and don't be deceived by others. There will be many distracting thoughts in your heart for no reason. You just need to remember, do whatever you want, and I will give you half Zhuxiang's time, you think carefully, if you still abstain, I will no longer persuade you!" Tian Yunzi frowned, and after finishing speaking, his eyes swept over and fell on the boss of the Huang family, Yun Daozi, with a hint of gloom in his eyes, It flashed by.

Yun Daozi noticed his master's gaze, his heart suddenly trembled, and he quickly lowered his head.

Tianyunzi's words fell on the ears of the six disciples, and all of them turned their attention to Wang Lin. Their eyes were more of surprise and reexamination.

Because in the eyes of these people, it is extremely rare for people who can be comforted by their master. Apart from Sun Yun of the Purple Series back then, this Wang Lin is the second one!

The time for half a stick of incense gradually passed. Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he looked at Tianyunzi. He clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Disciple, let's rob it once!"

Tianyunzi's eyes showed relief, and he nodded and said, "Okay!"

Zhao Xinmeng looked at Wang Lin and said softly: "Old Qi, let's start!" As she said that, she moved, like a phoenix dancing in the air, and retreated tens of feet away from Wang Lin. At this time, the green and green hand is raised, and the hand is kneading, and it is moved forward.

Suddenly, purple stars appeared from the void one by one, surrounding the woman's body,

Can't go around.

Wang Lin stared at the star points. On this celestial star, in the battle of magic, magic weapons seemed to be used sparingly, and all he used were magical powers. To this day, although he has not fought many people, no matter who he is, he has It uses magical powers as the main means of attack.

But seeing those stars hovering around Zhao Xinmeng, as the index finger of the woman's right hand passed through the void, they all suddenly condensed towards her finger. Almost in the blink of an eye, the woman's entire right hand was reflected in a thick cloud of light. Among purple.

Even her appearance was highlighted by purple at this moment, giving her a sense of strangeness.

"Lao Qi, you have never known Senior Sister's way. Today, I will tell you that my way is the Demonic Shadow Way. All magical powers in the world, as long as they are not too high in my cultivation, I only need to see them once. Although It can’t be fully performed, but it can be imitated more or less! This technique was created by me to imitate your demon-turning fingers, and I call it the Purple Demon Hand!”

As he spoke, Zhao Xinmeng smacked his right hand forward in the air. Suddenly, the purple light surrounding his hand suddenly flashed out, separated from his hand, and galloped towards Wang Lin with a whistling sound.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stepped back. At the same time, he raised his right index finger, and the immortal power in his body suddenly moved in reverse. Suddenly, on the tip of Wang Lin's right finger, a purple spark appeared. .

At the moment when the spark appeared, a monstrous demonic energy roared out and enveloped the surrounding area.

, is this son really the person who matches my destiny? Back then, he once left me a sentence, my way is the way of destiny, and only by finding the person who matches my destiny, can I step out into the world. Three steps possible." Tian Yunzi's expression remained as usual, his gaze briefly fixed on the index finger of Wang Lin's right hand.

"If this child is true, then I, the destiny child, will try my best at all costs! Since I met him, I have failed countless times in the past 30,000 years, and all of my original disciples have lost their lives at this moment. Most of the time, what I did was right or wrong." Tianyunzi looked at Wang Lin with a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Devil Finger!" Wang Lin looked solemnly and whispered.

The purple spark on his index finger suddenly came out of his hand, flashed forward, and suddenly collided with Zhao Xinmeng's purple magic hand.

The purple star point completely melted into the purple light, and a crackling sound suddenly spread out crazily from it. At the same time, a strange change continued to evolve within it.

This change could not last for more than a few breaths before it collapsed immediately, and a purple halo burst out from it crazily, turning into a wave of demonic energy that spread to the sky, rumbling and spreading in all directions.

The magic power contained in this vented halo is several times higher than that contained in King Lin Hua's demonic fingers. It is obviously the result of some kind of strange change.

Zhao Xinmeng immediately stepped back, patted the storage bag with her right hand, and a bead immediately appeared in her hand. Her eyes showed a cunning look, and she whispered "Take it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the magic power that spread around suddenly paused, and then, at an extremely fast speed, crazily swept towards the bead in Zhao Xinmeng's hand, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed by the bead.

The originally white and flawless beads turned pitch black at this moment, and there seemed to be an innocent soul inside, exuding bursts of cold air.

"Old Seven, Senior Sister will not compete with you for the title of the Seventh Son of Luck, but the magical power after the alienation must belong to me!" Zhao Xinmeng held the beads and chuckled.

Wang Lin glanced at the bead and said solemnly, "The purple magic hand you created must be to use the magic finger to bow me, so as to absorb the magic power in it. Senior sister, if you tell me directly, maybe junior brother will not have any objection." , but here, if you want to get that magic power, it is impossible!

The moment Wang Lin spoke, the dark demonic energy in the bead in Zhao Xinmeng's hand immediately dissipated, as if it had never appeared before. The dark bead quickly turned white.

This magic power is not the real power of cultivating demons, but a trace of illusion displayed by Wang Lin after using his own immortal power to reverse it. In this way, he can do whatever he wants, and can make it collapse with a single thought.

This kind of reversed immortal power cannot be given to others, otherwise the other party will naturally find out the real method of cultivating the Demonic Finger after studying it. Wang Lin once promised Situ Nan that these three killing moves would never be passed on to anyone!

Zhao Xinmeng's face darkened, her brows furrowed, and she glanced at the bead in her hand. When she pinched it, the bead immediately shattered. She looked up at Wang Lin and whispered, "Old Qi, I only want a trace of your magic power. If you give me I, I will give up my right to quit immediately, otherwise"

Wang Lin looked at Zhao Xinmeng. He had a slight relationship with the girl, but overall, they had nothing to do with each other. Upon hearing this, Wang Lin said calmly, "Fourth Senior Sister, I can't help you with this!"

Zhao Jiumeng looked at Wang Lin, behind Shaoba, raised his right hand, and whispered "Nine Transformations of Immortal Refining Technique!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a vast golden light roared crazily from Zhao Xinmeng's body. At the same time, her face was also shrouded in golden light, and she looked full of a strange feeling.

Her right hand was as if made of gold at this moment, emitting bursts of golden light.

A metallic fairy power suddenly emerged from his right hand, forming a golden vortex that slowly rotated on his right hand.

One spin x two spins x three spins x four spins In his hand, the power of the third-turn Golden Immortal that was imprisoned suddenly burst out and condensed in the palm of his hand.

But he saw a whirlpool the size of a small one appeared silently on Wang Lin's left hand, spinning slowly, spinning once, twice, and three times!

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Dingmeng's eyes. She had given Wang Lin the nine-turn Immortal Refining Technique for only a few days, but he actually cultivated the power of the third turn in this short period of time. This was beyond her imagination. .

"Lao Qi, the power of the third revolution is useless to me!" Zhao Xinmeng put away the shock in her eyes and said calmly.

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and the immortal power in his body suddenly moved. One of them, along his left hand, was directly integrated into the power of the three-turn golden immortal. In vain, the power of the three-turn golden immortal shook violently and turned around again. !

"Now, turn four!" Wang Lin said, and another stream of immortal power flew out of his body and crazily penetrated into his left hand.

The power of the fourth-turn Golden Immortal turns again!

"Now, it's the fifth turn! Wang Lin's expression is still as usual, but he is suffering from great pain in his body. The power of the Golden Immortal in his left hand is already somewhat uncontrollable, but Wang Lin's walking strength is beyond what Zhao Xinmeng can imagine. , after all, everything Suzaku Star has experienced is something that a disciple of a famous sect like Zhao Xinmeng would never encounter in his life.

At this moment, in Zhao Xinmeng's view, Wang Lin looked as usual, his face was calm, and there was no clue at all.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, looked at Zhao Xinmeng, and said, "Do you want to see my power of the Sixth Rank Golden Immortal?"

Zhao Xinmeng's face darkened, she looked at Wang Lin and said slowly, "Even if you really have the power of the sixth revolution, you are still no match for me!"

Wang Lin laughed and slapped the storage bag with his right hand. Suddenly the troll's battle ax turned into a black light, flashed out, and floated directly into the void.

At the same time, Wang Lin swung the beast-repelling circle on his wrist, fell to the side, and turned into an archery chariot with a bang.

Add these two together, how about fighting you! "