Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin stepped forward from the void. His head was floating behind his head, and his whole body was as indifferent as a demon, with a ruthless look. After seven collapses, the distance between him and the left-wing demon general was only five feet!

The left-wing demon general looked at Wang Lin with a solemn expression.

At this moment, Ba Beng emerged from nothingness and melted into the heaven and earth like a raging flood.

The power of this eighth collapse was unprecedented, turning into something tangible from nothingness and rolling in directly like a real flood.

Wang Lin's whole body was filled with demonic energy. His eyes flashed as he faced the Eighth Beng. He stepped forward with one step. The moment his body came into contact with the power of the Eighth Beng, the demonic flames on Wang Lin's body suddenly boiled and turned into a demonic stream that shot straight into the sky. The vertical and horizontal air seems to be filled with evil thoughts between heaven and earth.

The eighth collapse did not collapse, but the ninth collapse appeared suddenly without any break.

Wang Lin frowned slightly. Even though the demon possessed demonic thoughts, his Taoist heart was still determined not to be affected by the demon in the slightest. However, as he continued to deepen his belief in the demon, his Taoist heart would inevitably be affected.

Yulin is very aware of the drawbacks of being possessed by demons.

At this moment, the Eighth and Nineth Beng struck almost at the same time. Wang Lin made a decision immediately after weighing it in his heart. He glanced at the left-wing demon general. The distance between him and the opponent was only three feet!

Wang Lin sighed secretly, but instead of advancing, he retreated as fast as lightning and disappeared from the place when he appeared, but he was thousands of feet away.

The left-wing demon general was startled, his eyes flashed slightly, and he laughed: "It's better to know how to advance and retreat, and to know the trade-offs!" As he said this, he grabbed his right hand in front of him, but when he saw a rumbling sound in the void, the ten-bang fist intention immediately dissipated, as if between heaven and earth. Return to normal at this moment.

"Although you haven't defeated me, with your strength, you can still hold the position of commander. My left-wing demon general Yun Lihai has made you the commander of the ancient demon city and controls ten thousand demon soldiers!" The left-wing demon general said and grabbed the void with his right hand. Immediately... there were multiple bronze tokens in his hand that flew directly towards Wang Lin. Wang Lin looked as usual and caught the token, then clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, General!"

"You should rest in the city for seven days and then someone will take you to the barracks!" Yun Lihai glanced at Wang Lin with a look of admiration in his eyes. He moved and disappeared completely.

After witnessing all this, Yao Xixue saw the left-wing demon general leaving and was about to speak, but Wang Lin turned around and walked away without even looking at her.

Yao Xixue frowned, snorted and turned away.

Wang Lin's steps were not fast. He walked into the distance. As he stepped forward, his demonic thoughts gradually calmed down. This place was originally located in the center of the ancient demon city. Half an hour later, what appeared in front of Wang Lin was extremely lively streets and pavilions.

In an inn, Wang Lin sat cross-legged in the room and breathed quietly.

He sat there for four days and four nights!

His head gradually retracted and was no longer different from before. After becoming possessed, although the power of using magical powers multiplied to an extremely powerful level, its side effects were also extremely harmful.

Wang Lin's way is not the way of demons. In this way, after he became a demon, his body was filled with demonic thoughts. All this was inconsistent with his Taoist heart. If time went by and his Taoist mind was affected by demonic thoughts, Wang Lin knew that he would completely become a demonic cultivator, even because of his Taoist heart. The inconsistent mind will also be affected by the demonic thoughts, and he will become a complete demon with no sanity at all.

Unless he is obsessed with demons like Situ Nan, only then can he stay sane.

With Wang Lin's mind, he would naturally not make this mistake. When he was possessed by the devil before and fought, he was always calculating the time of the devil. How to exert the power of the devil while maintaining a firm Taoist heart was his first consideration.

So when Eight Beng and Nine Beng were approaching, he decisively chose to retreat, not because he couldn't fight but because if he continued to fight, his Taoist heart would be affected.

Moreover, one of the reasons why Wang Lin chose Demonic Belief Comprehension is more importantly, he wanted to obtain a foreign position. Now that he has shown his strength, even if he has not passed the Eighth Collapse, he believes that the left-wing demon general will never give him only one elder again. Internal position.

If Yun Lihai is really so blind, Wang Lin has already decided in his heart to leave the ancient demon city and return to the wild wilderness to expand his power. He can just conquer the ancient demon city in a few years.

After four days and four nights in the inn, Wang Lin finally compressed the demonic thoughts in his body into a small amount and sealed it in his body. This demonic thought cannot be expelled and Wang Lin has no intention of exorcising it. If used properly, its power can be increased a lot.

Thirteen and Hubao came to the inn one day ago and lived next to Wang Lin's room. The reason why they found this place was because of the call of Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness.

After several days of meditation, Wang Lin walked out of the inn on the fifth day with Shisan and Hubao following closely behind.

Walking on the streets of the ancient demon city, Wang Lin felt as if he was in another world. Everything here was very different from the outside world of cultivation, whether it was the appearance of the buildings or the surrounding environment.

"This land of demon spirits in the East China Sea has its own existence, but it is extremely strange. I don't know how this place was formed. Could it really be a powerful Immortal Emperor's outer palace when the fairy world was not broken as mentioned in the rumors?" Wang Lin couldn't believe it. If the rumors are true, then it is unimaginable that this Immortal Emperor's cultivation level can make his cave abode as big as a world. It is too appalling.

"Although it is a rumor, it may not be unfounded. If it is really a certain Immortal Emperor's cave, then why did this Immortal Emperor create a world in his own cave and create so many local residents?" Wang Lin was lost in his mind as he walked on the street. meditation.

"Could it be so?" Wang Lin's expression flashed and he thought of an absurd answer. When he was young, in the mountain village where he lived, neighbors often used fences to divide a piece of land and raise some domestic animals in it.

Wang Lin looked at the world in front of him and then looked up at the sky. He suddenly felt an illusion in his heart, as if the place he was on was the land within the fence, and the local residents around him were the domestic animals.

Wang Lin shook his head and smiled bitterly, secretly saying that he really thought too much, but the suspicion in his heart persisted for a long time.

Thirteen and Tiger Roar followed Wang Lin. Thirteen looked cold and his eyes were always wandering around Wang Lin. If there was anyone suspicious, he would immediately... take action.

As for Hu Bao, I didn't think too much about it. His eyes always lingered on every pavilion and stall, and sometimes a strange light appeared in his eyes, obviously seeing something that pleased him.

Wang Lin had no interest in anything in this ancient demon city. After wandering around for two hours, he saw a restaurant with a constant flow of people coming and going.

Since he began to practice Taoism, Wang Lin has gradually lost his desire for food among several people, and has reached the stage of inedia. He only needs to vomit all day long to satisfy his body's needs.

If it were just food that couldn't arouse Wang Lin's temperament, there was a huge wine jar outside the restaurant. The wine jar was about three feet in size and about two feet in height. There were several ladders around it. Some store clerks stepped up on the ladders. A huge spoon poured wine out of it.

Seeing the wine altar, Wang Lin paused and looked up at the name of the restaurant.

"Bamboo Qinglou!"

There is also a pair of couplets on both sides of the curtain of the bamboo brothel.

"The green bamboos and orchids welcome the ancient guests; the green plums bring fragrance to the immortals"

Wang Lin glanced at Zhike who was standing at the door with great interest and hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sir... Xiaodian Zhuqing Wine is a famous wine for thousands of generations in Jiujun. Why don't you come in and taste something new today?" When the altar opens, my boss said that if you can drink ten small altars without getting drunk, all the money will be free. This is a rare opportunity. If I were you, I would definitely come in and have a try." This wise guest has excellent eyesight. Although he did not see that Wang Lin was extraordinary, he did see him. The two people behind them, Shisan and Hubao, were obviously first-class guards. This shows that the person in front of them must be a person of great status.

Seeing what the guest said was interesting, Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Then let's try what's so special about this Zhuqing wine!" As he said that, he walked into the restaurant.

Thirteen and Hubao immediately followed inside.

The restaurant has an elegant environment and is of a moderate size. There are many guests chatting and laughing among themselves.

When Wang Lin and the others entered, Zhike walked a few steps quickly and shouted: "Three distinguished guests!"

As soon as his voice fell in the restaurant, a waiter came forward and said with a smile: "Guest officer, if there is anyone here who is sitting next to the window, please come with me!"

As he spoke, he led the way to the table next to the window and used the towel on his shoulder to clean it.

Wang Lin sat down. Thirteen and Hubao hesitated for a moment and saw Wang Lin nodding, so they sat across from each other.

"What would you like to eat, sir?" the waiter asked Wang Lin with his discerning eyes.

"Bring up the three small jars of Zhuqing wine you have here!" Wang Lin said gently.

"Okay!" The waiter put the towel on his shoulders and turned to leave. After a while, he brought three wine jars and put down some wine glasses.

Thirteen quickly picked up the wine jar and shook it open with a slap. He filled the wine glass for Wang Lin, but he did not drink. Hu Roar swallowed a mouthful of spit. He saw that Thirteen didn't drink and it was inconvenient for him to drink. He couldn't help but murmured in his heart, but his expression didn't reveal the slightest bit.

Wang Lin picked up the wine glass and took a sip. A long-lost taste couldn't help but fill his heart. Wang Lin had only drank one kind of wine in his life, and that was the wine left by Daniel's ancestors when they turned into mortals on the Suzaku Star.

During those decades, Daniel often brought fine wine, which gradually made Wang Lin nostalgic for that wine.

"The tense has changed, but I don't know if the Suzaku Planet is peaceful at the moment... Daniel Yijie, a mortal who has been ruthless over time, may have turned into loess long ago. His descendants should still be alive."

Wang Lin held the wine glass with memories in his eyes.