Renegade Immortal

Luotian Star Territory, Ran Yunxing.

The moment Wang Lin appeared, three powerful spiritual consciousnesses immediately swept over. At the moment of their arrival, Wang Lin's figure disappeared, and no breath came out. Two of the spiritual consciousnesses seemed to be afraid of each other and did not talk to each other. Instead, they each scanned the area and then took it back.

Only the other one swept across the entire Ran Yunxing arrogantly. In the end, without any harvest, it snorted and disappeared.

This man's humming sound spread throughout Ran Yunxing, and also fell on Wang Lin's ears.

On a plain north of Ran Yunxing, Wang Lin's figure appeared. He looked up at the sky and murmured: "One in the middle stage of the aspiration, and two in the early stage of the aspiration. This Luotian Star Territory is quite interesting, such a person with extremely abundant spiritual power. There are actually only three forces in Cultivation Star, and each force has only one aspirant.

If Ran Yunxing were in the Cultivation Alliance, he would probably be robbed by others. Either he would be occupied by the old monster from the second step, or he would be moved by some sixth-level cultivation countries. In any case, there will not be only three monks who aspire to be crowned. "

As Wang Lin pondered, the aura throughout his body continued to converge. In the blink of an eye, there was no aura of aspiration coming out. It seemed that he only had the cultivation level of the late stage of pill formation.

Wang Lin's cultivation level itself is already at the early stage of his quest for the title, coupled with the weirdness of his soul, unless someone with a higher cultivation level than him is very close, otherwise it would be impossible to see through his concealment with just his spiritual sense.

Of course, this is not the case for those old monsters who step on their teeth - the second step.

"I'm hiding here. I won't be noticed. Even if Tianyunzi and others come after me, they won't think that I will be hiding in such a cultivation star." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he gradually became disillusioned. No matter how fierce it was, it became slightly weaker. In the end, there was no dazzling light in his eyes except black and white.

"Judging from the expressions of those four little guys, Donglin Star is extremely powerful. I can't go there until I have sufficient cultivation!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, and his whole body seemed to be blown by the spring breeze, without any coldness. As he stepped, an ordinary flying sword flew out of the storage bag, landed at his feet, and turned into sword light and flew away far away.

During the flight, his appearance slowly changed. After a while, his whole person completely changed. At this moment, even an acquaintance of him could not recognize his identity at all.

Most monks are good at this kind of magical power that changes appearance, but in the eyes of high-level monks, this magical power is useless. If someone looks at it carefully, you can see the clues. Even if you face some magical monks, you can see it at a glance. You can see the original appearance.

But Wang Lin is different.

His appearance is not the transformation of his appearance, but the magical power of the Immortal Guard in his figure. In this way, not many people can see it.

Not long after flying, a city appeared in front of it. The city was completely surrounded by blue boulders, and a majesty rushed towards them. On the city gate, these two big characters were written.

"Sun Family"

A few miles outside the city, Wang Lin put away his flying sword, turned into a rainbow and landed on the ground. He swept his clothes, patted away the dust in the wind, and walked forward calmly.

Perhaps because he saw the reason for his cultivation in the later stage of pill formation, the interrogation at the city gate was not excessive. After telling Wang Lin that there was a cave specially prepared for foreign monks in the north of the city, Wang Lin paid some spirit stones in exchange for a temporary Ling Ju, who lives in this city, entered the city controlled by the Sun family.

There are mostly mortals in the city, but monks are also common. There are various shops on both sides of the street, selling various items commonly used by monks. Of course, there are also some shops for mortals.

Wang Lin walked on the street without any discomfort on his face, as if he was from this city. Since he planned to settle here, he was ready to find a place to live.

Stepping into the north of the city, Wang Lin immediately felt the force of the Holy King of Heaven and Earth, the creation of the Holy King, the Night Killing God, the Divine Seal Throne, and the Demon-Proud Ninth Layer, the strongest abandoned young man. The Royal Family of the Great Zhou Dynasty uses force to move the world and will kill the God and Seal of the God at night. Seeking the throne of the Demon and the Most Powerful and Abandoned Young Master in the Ninth Level of Heaven. With the rich spiritual energy, looking around, there are countless solitary houses crisscrossing the entire north of the city, each with restricted protection outside.

Next to the entrance, there is a restriction to prevent mortals from entering. Next to it is a rock over three feet high, with seven or eight black tokens hanging on it.

Under the rock, a young man in the Nascent Soul stage sat cross-legged. The man's eyes were closed and he was breathing in. Two air dragons spread out from the common nostrils.

Wang Lin stood outside the entrance and looked inside. The restrictions at the entrance seemed to him to be extremely simple. He didn't even need to break it. He could step directly inside without causing any reaction from the restrictions.

While he was looking around, the young man under the rock opened his eyes, glanced at Wang Lin, and said, "There are only eight free rooms, which one do you want?"

Wang Lin looked as normal and said gently: "I wonder what the difference is?"

The young man showed impatience on his face and said: "The upper house earns a thousand yuan of low-grade spiritual stones a year, and the lower house earns a hundred yuan.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then took out a hundred spiritual stones and put them aside. There was contempt in the young man's eyes. He flicked his sleeves and put away the spirit stone. He grabbed a token on the rock behind him and threw it at Wang Lin. He said in his mouth: "West Fifth, go!" After doing this, the young man closed his eyes again. , seize the time to breathe out.

Wang Lin took the token and glanced down. There were two restrictions on the token, one of which was used to pass through the entrance. He looked back and walked into the entrance with the token.

The moment he entered, the young man under the rock opened his eyes and said to himself contemptuously: "Another foreign monk, he must be planning to borrow the spiritual power of my Sun family to conceive a baby. Huh, conceive a baby. How can it be?" It’s so easy. This person has ordinary qualifications and is able to achieve pill formation. I’m afraid it’s also due to the pill!”

Wang Lin naturally heard the young man's words. He looked back and continued walking forward. After a while, he arrived at the fifth house in the west.

The house was unique. It looked simple, but there was spiritual energy inside. He walked into the room with his token and looked around. Wang Lin felt satisfied in his heart.

The house only has one bed, a mat for meditation, and then there is an alchemy furnace in the side room and a semi-enclosed retreat room. Although it is not big overall, it is very simple and elegant.

Wang Lin casually waved his right hand outside the room, slightly improving the inherent restrictions in the room, increasing the power of the restrictions more than ten times. Then he sat cross-legged in the room, and Wang Lin took a deep breath of the rich spiritual energy.

His expression was soothing, and spiritual energy entered his body and traveled in his veins. After a while, Wang Lin exhaled turbid air and sighed with emotion in his eyes.

"It's a pity that I haven't breathed out the spiritual energy for a long time. No matter how strong the spiritual energy here is, it can't improve the cultivation level." Wang-Lin's eyes were deep in thought. The fairy jade in his storage bag was almost all used up when he aspired to the title. There is very little left, which cannot meet daily needs.

"There are still five drops of the fairy liquid left. Although I swallowed four drops when I ascended the fairy fruit under my arm before, which made the fairy power in my body endless, this obviously cannot last long. I am afraid that in a few more years, the power of the fairy liquid will accumulate in the body. It is impossible to make the immortal power endless.

In addition, one drop of this immortal liquid can be used to win the championship, but after the victory, because the immortal power required has increased countless times, swallowing it may not have the same effect as before. This thing is a waste if it is swallowed. If it is used to hurt or cause harm, It is best to have the immortal power in your body increase continuously in a short period of time! In this way, obtaining the immortal jade that is breathed out every day is an important matter. "

The sky outside was getting dark, making the room dark. Wang Lin casually waved his right hand, and the candlestick in the room was immediately lit, making a slight burning and popping sound, and the room was enveloped in candlelight.

A cyan bead the size of a fist is inlaid on the roof. When the candlelight rises in the room, the scattered tobacco is absorbed by the bead. Gradually, the smoke inside the bead becomes thin, causing the inside to slowly reveal light.

This phenomenon aroused Wang Lin's interest. He had never seen such a clever design. Looking up at the cyan beads, he saw that the light on them was getting brighter and brighter.

After half a stick of incense, the green light fell inside the bead. It was extremely soft, but it made the candlesticks around it go out. The light on the bead became the only light in the house.

"This bead contains three formations, forming a small spell that collects smoke, turns into heat, and condenses light from heat. This Luotian Star Territory is much stronger than the Cultivation Alliance in this regard."

A faint scent of sandalwood emanates from the bead, making people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

"The third formation is this sandalwood." Wang Lin looked away. This incense is not poisonous, but can speed up the monk's breathing. It is an uncommon alchemy material.

Sitting cross-legged in the room, the outside world was quiet. Wang Lin pondered for a long time, his eyes flashed, and a thought came to his mind, but he thought for a moment and then erased the thought.

"Robbing it is just for inferiority. Moreover, the amount of immortal jade I need is not something that ordinary monks can possess, unless they are aspirants to the highest level of cultivation, or have family power in the Luotian Star Territory.

But if he acts like this, it would be inappropriate for his wife to leave Ran Yunxing and find another place afterwards.

His eyes were deep in thought. After a while, Wang Lin raised his head. He had made a decision in his heart. He patted the storage bag and immediately flew out some weapon refining materials.

A breath of soul energy was exhaled to wrap these materials. In an instant, the materials melted and turned into three molds according to Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness.

A flying sword, a bronze mirror, and a hairpin.

Wang Lin made a secret with his hands, and the restrictions were integrated into them. Gradually, bursts of coercion emitted from these three magic weapons. Because they were refined by Wang Lin's Yuan Shen, they contained a trace of electric light, which sometimes wandered away.

After beating the ban, Wang Lin thought for a while and recalled the monk whose artistic conception was the time he met on the Suzaku Star. With his current cultivation level, especially having his own Taoism, after imitating it, he also has some similarities. .

With a call of his right hand, the bronze mirror fell down, and the artistic conception of the years was integrated into it.

Afterwards, Wang Lin meditated again. This time, it was Liu Mei's Thousand Illusions and Ruthless Dao. All kinds of illusions flashed through his mind, and finally turned into a bright light, which burst out from Wang Lin's eyes and merged into the hairpin.

As for the last flying sword, Wang Lin did not imprint any artistic conception. Instead, he made a moving seal and trapped it in the flying sword.