Renegade Immortal

The five people flew downwards carefully in the ravine. Wang Lin was not at the farthest point, but on the right side. While sinking downward, he observed the wall of the ground rift next to him.

The wall of this seam in the ground was extremely smooth, as if it had been cut open with a sharp weapon. Wang Lin touched it with his right hand and immediately felt a wave of coldness flowing through his fingers into his body.

As the five people continued to sink, the surroundings gradually became dark, but this darkness did not have much impact on the monks. With their immortal power concentrating their eyes, they could still see everything clearly.

The further down you go, the more branches and cracks appear, forming branches that look like branches. Each branch crack is like a cave. It is dark inside, and there are even some that are even immortal. Even if I focus my eyes hard, I can't see the depth clearly.

When there were more and more gaps in the branches, Du Jian's body paused and floated in the air. Murong Zhuo's expression was always cold. When he saw Du Jian stop, he frowned slightly but said nothing.

Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei stopped and looked around. The branches and gaps were like open mouths, waiting for the arrival of prey.

"Everyone, there may be some treasures left in these gaps. The further down you go, the more such cracks there will be. We are all here for the treasures. Now it all depends on our abilities." Du Jian said After finishing, his body moved and floated towards one of the cracks.

Murong Zhuo hesitated for a moment and flew to another crack.

"Senior Brother Wang, why don't you go take a look around? Maybe there will be something to gain." Zhao Yixuan chuckled softly.

Wang Lin shook his head, his eyes calm. He did not search around, but flew downwards.

Looking at Wang Lin's back, Zhao Yixuan's eyes flashed, and she turned around to explore the crack on the side. As for the weak woman beside him, she followed closely.

While Wang Lin was flying, he looked back in the direction of the two women, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Why do I always feel a little weird about these two people..."

While pondering, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked down. This huge crack was bottomless, and he didn't know how deep it was. But at this moment, they had already flown away from where they stopped for a long time, and they still had not reached the bottom.

"Even Bello's crystal cannot see through the bottom of this tidal abyss. He only knows that there is a huge corridor below, connected to five other entrances. As for the exit, there is only one!"

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his body no longer sank, but flew upwards.

He immediately noticed a heavy pressure coming from above.

"As expected, this entrance can only be entered, but not exited. If you force your way out through the entrance, you will face increasing resistance."

After verifying what he was thinking, Wang Lin stopped and took a closer look. There were many cracks around and it was pitch black inside. His eyes just glanced at these cracks and then withdrew.

"Many people have visited this tidal abyss for countless years, and these gaps have been filled with real treasures. I'm afraid they are all empty now.

After sinking another hundred feet, I found a place that was difficult to cross after looking at it with crystals.

Wang Lin was floating in the air with a calm expression. Not long after, Murong Zhuo was the first to fly from above. He nodded slightly to Wang Lin and stood aside. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, is this place familiar?"

Wang Lin glanced at Murong Zhuo and said: "A hundred feet below, there is an ancient tree growing on the stone wall. This tree is very strange. Fellow Taoist Murong should be careful.

Murong Zhuo was startled, nodded, and said nothing.

After a while, Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei flew over, followed closely by Du Jian.

The five people reunited, but it was clear that they had gained nothing from each other and continued to sink. Wang Lindu slowed down slightly and fell behind everyone. As for Murong Zhuo, he hesitated for a moment and the same was true.

On the contrary, it was Du Jian who fell in front at this moment.

For five people, the distance of a hundred feet was reached in a blink of an eye. Wang Lin kept his eyes sharp and looked to the lower right. When he looked at it with a crystal, he saw that there was an ancient tree growing there. This tree was not big and also It was not surprising, but when Wang Lin looked at it with the crystal, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

As he was sinking, he focused his gaze and saw a dead tree as thick as a person on the lower right wall of the gap. The roots of this tree were densely spread out, with most of them suspended, while the rest were deeply penetrated into the gap wall. .

The tree grew in a somewhat clever position, just above a gap. The hanging roots covered the gap like a curtain. There were seven or eight such ancient trees along the way, but this one made Wang Lin feel in danger.

A flash of purple light flickered in the gap, looking like a magic weapon.

You don't need to use your spiritual sense to detect it. You can see with just your eyes that the trace of purple light comes from a flying sword that pierces the wall.

This flying sword is extremely simple, exuding a sharp aura, and does not look like an ordinary thing at first glance.

Du Jian saw the purple light at a glance. His expression moved and he immediately stopped. He took a closer look at the flying sword and said in a voiceless voice: "The Sword of Destiny!"

As soon as these words came out, even Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei were startled and followed Du Jian's gaze to look at the gap.

Wang Lin observed with cold eyes and immediately saw the weak woman named Xu Fei. What she was looking at was not the crack, but the inconspicuous ancient tree above it, and there was a subtle coldness flashing in her eyes.

Du Jian took a deep breath, looked at the flying sword in the crack, and said solemnly: "I know this sword, it is the sword of my master Tianyunzi. The master has seven swords in total, and they were given to the seven series of Tianyun respectively. The Seventh Son is a magic weapon, but over the past countless years, a total of three series of swords have disappeared with people."

When he said this, he looked at Wang Lin with a look of hesitation on his face and said, "Junior Brother Wang, you should have heard of Sun Yun."

Wang Lin looked normal and nodded.

Du Jian sighed lightly and said: "When Sun Yun was the leader, I was just an ordinary disciple of the Tianyun Sect, and had not yet been admitted to the Red Line by the master, but I have a deep memory of this sword. This sword should be This is the purple sword given by Master after Sun Yun became the Seventh Son of Tianyun!"

Wang Lin looked at the flying sword in the crack and said nothing.

A cold light flashed across Du Jian's eyes. He cupped his fists at Murong Zhuo, Zhao and Xu and said, "Brother Murong, Junior Sister Zhao, and Junior Sister Xu, this sword belongs to our Tianyun Sect, and it is a purple sword. Today, , Du is here to ask the three of you for a favor. How about this sword belongs to my junior brother Wang? He is a disciple of the purple line of my Tianyun Sect. If he gets this sword, it can be regarded as returning to the original owner. And he owns this sword. Being in the Purple Series is immediately different." Du Jian's voice revealed sincerity and emotion.

Although Murong Zhuo's eyes were cold, there was a trace of strangeness flashing through his eyes at this moment. He spoke briefly and said: "It doesn't matter!"

The two daughters Zhao Yili and Xu Fei naturally had no objections. Du Jian looked at Wang Lin with magnanimity in his eyes and said, "Junior brother Wang, Du's cultivation level is lower than yours, but I got started early, so don't mind if I call you junior brother.

This sword is your purple-type thing. Senior brother will not rob it, and will never allow anyone to rob it. It belongs to you! Du only hopes that with this sword on you, you can produce the same magic as Sun Yun did back then. light. "

Wang Lin looked at Du Jian calmly. There was nothing unusual about the man's expression, with a gentle smile.

"Well, thank you." Wang Lin smiled hoarsely. He looked at Du Jian as if he were looking at a child playing dirty tricks. Could it be that this person really thought that he was a three-year-old child.

Wang Lin's smile fell in Du Jian's eyes, and something bad suddenly arose in the man's heart. He had indeed underestimated Wang Lin. When he thought about it, this bumpkin who came to Tianyun Star from a semi-abandoned planet, if he didn't have this amazing How could the jealous luck be accepted as a disciple by Tianyunzi!

He had been to this place alone before, but he did not come down from the entrance in person, but controlled a puppet that was integrated with divine consciousness to come in. Here, the puppet was attacked by an ancient tree. That scene scared him so much that he did not dare to do so for a long time. Step into this cloudy mountain sea.

Later, after finding Murong Zhuo and others, I set foot here again.

He was confident that Wang Lin could not see through his thoughts. After all, the ancient trees looked too ordinary, and along the way, there were also some identical ancient trees, none of which showed any aggression.

Wang Lin patted the storage bag, and the scimitar flashed out of it. When he threw it, he saw a flash of black light and flew directly into the gap in an instant. The scimitar was too fast and fell into it instantly. , with one roll, he rolled up the flying sword and headed straight for Wang Lin.

This move was so fast that even the dead tree on the gap seemed to be blocked by Mai Ding. The scimitar flew back, and the flying sword with crystal light fell into Wang Lin's hand.

Holding the flying sword, Wang Lin's expression grew colder. With a pinch, the sword collapsed and turned into fragments. Even the purple light disappeared in a flash.

This is not some kind of destiny sword. It is clearly a piece of ordinary iron that was deliberately turned into a magic weapon and thrown into the crack, setting it up as a trap.

Wang Lin looked at Du Jian with a calm gaze.

Du Jian looked ugly, took a few steps back, and said apologetically: "Junior Brother Wang, I misjudged this."

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He rarely provoked others in his life, but if someone provoked him, he would show no mercy! This is a cruel world of cultivation, and the consequences of being too weak are death.

Stepping forward, Wang Lin grabbed the air with his right hand and turned into a strong wind, heading straight towards Du Jian. Du Jian's expression changed drastically, he quickly stepped back and shouted: "Wang Lin, what do you mean!! "

But with his cultivation level, it was difficult to dodge in this small place. Even if he teleported, he could not dodge under Wang Lin's aspiration and magical power. With a swipe, a strong wind suddenly rose. Although it was impossible to kill Du Jian, who had Tian Yunzi to protect his life, he rolled his body directly towards the ancient tree.

At this moment, there was a harsh buzzing sound from the ancient tree. The tree collapsed and turned into countless flying insects the size of fingers, rushing out like thick clouds.

What kind of ancient god is this? It was clearly transformed by the gathering of a large number of flying insects.

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