Wandering the Heavens: Becoming a Killer

After a few days, Wang Lun received a letter.

It asked him to go to Biyou Village by name, saying that he had one of the eight strange skills, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinement, and if he wanted it, he could come.

The note was Ma Xianhong.

"It's just right. I've been here for so long, and it's time to finish the mission."

After reading it, Wang Lun burned the letter.

Qi Body Origin, Soul Constraint, Tongtian Lu, Shuangquan Hand, Fenghou Qimen, Liuku Xianzei, Daluo Dongguan.

The only thing missing is the Divine Machine Hundred Refinement.

Once he got the Divine Machine Hundred Refinement, he would find a reason to beat up the Ten Lords and suppress the alien world, and all the tasks would be completed.

"Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, let's eat!"

Wang Lun brought the cooked dishes to the table. This was the last meal.

Feng Baobao immediately reached out and grabbed her favorite pig's trotter and put it in her mouth.

The meal was over.

Wang Lun put down his chopsticks and said, "Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, I should go. When we meet again, we may be enemies. I will not hold back."

Zhang Chulan said flatteringly, "Brother Wang, how dare I go against you? Even if the company asked me to besiege you, I would definitely disobey your order."

"Zhang Chulan is right, but are you really leaving? I still want to eat such delicious pig's trotters."

Feng Baobao's mouth was dripping with oil, and it was obvious that she had not eaten enough.

"Well, but I believe we will meet soon."

Wang Lun nodded.

Then he left the room.

Zhang Chulan watched Wang Lun leave, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, whether he was relieved or grateful.

It's really hard to feel at ease when such a powerful and mysterious person stays with Sister Baoer.

However, Wang Lun noticed that Sister Baoer was unusual, but he didn't care much about it. After all, he himself was an even more difficult existence to understand.

Biyou Village.

Ma Xianhong was tinkering with the self-cultivation furnace at this time, and suddenly a figure appeared beside him.

"Oh, you are repairing the furnace."

Ma Xianhong turned around and looked, not understanding why the other party suddenly appeared quietly.

"Are you Wang Lun?"

"Yes, it's me. As soon as I received your letter, I came here. Are you very touched?"

Wang Lun smiled.

"I'm not touched, but I'm really scared."

Ma Xianhong didn't feel the hostility of the other party, so he was relieved.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are talking about the magic machine, I came all the way here, if you dare to lie to me, not only you, but also your furnace. I will dismantle it."

"Of course it's here, but I hope you can do something for me."

Ma Xianhong plans to make a deal with Wang Lun.

"Oh, tell me."

Wang Lun is a little interested.

"You are very powerful. How about helping me improve my self-cultivation furnace? I know you have collected several eight strange skills."

Ma Xianhong knew that the other party would not refuse a strange skill.

However, Wang Lun laughed and said, "That's it? Why don't you be bolder and let me help you restore your memory and kill all your enemies by the way."

"It's just a self-cultivation furnace. It's not worth it."

Ma Xianhong was frightened by Wang Lun's words and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Pretending to be calm, he said, "How do you know that I have lost my memory and my purpose?"

"Sorry, I don't want to tell you the source of the information, because it's not important. What's important is the divine machine."

Wang Lun turned his head to look at the self-cultivation furnace. I have to say that this thing is quite interesting.

Qi, which exists when a living being is born, is not the same thing as spiritual energy, and it allows ordinary people to practice.

But the shortcomings are also obvious, the lethality and range are very weak.

It is so weak that even the aliens cannot dominate this world, but are dominated by ordinary people.

Weak enough to disguise and not show in front of the public.

Even if there were powerful aliens who wanted to unify in ancient times, such as Xiang Yu, the double pupil in this world, he was defeated by Liu Bang, an ordinary person.

"Okay, I won't ask, but is it true that you can restore my memory and help me?"

Ma Xianhong knew that Wang Lun was very strong, so strong that no one could defeat him alone.

There is not much hope of always gathering many masters.

During the Luotian Dajiao, Wang Lun had frightened many people, but they could do nothing about it.

Mysterious, powerful, and unscrupulous, even if he has many eight strange skills, no one dares to covet him.

"Do you think I will deceive you, a weak person? Or do you think I can't do it?"

Wang Lun sneered.

Putting Ma Xianhong under full pressure.

"Okay, I believe you, the magic machine is in this small ball."

Ma Xianhong finally chose to believe

Wang Lun just regretted luring the other party here.

Because he just felt the killing intent in an instant, if he didn't know what was going on, he would die miserably.

"Very good, close your eyes, I will restore your memory for you, one of the eight strange skills, the double-handed hand, the dual cultivation of sex and life, unparalleled medical skills, the problem of the soul is easy to solve."

Wang Lun put his hand on Ma Xianhong's head.

The power has penetrated into his mind.

There are traces of the double-handed modification here, it seems that it was really done by his good sister Qu Tong.

The purpose is to let the other party help him build a perfect self-cultivation furnace, but Wang Lun doesn't know what benefits the self-cultivation furnace will bring to her.

Cultivate the body, cultivate the body, what kind of body does she want to cultivate?

Immortality?

A few minutes later, Ma Xianhong remembered his missing memory and his face was a little dark.

Wang Lun also saw the other party's past and didn't want to care about his affairs.

"Okay, the first requirement has been met, then it's your enemy's turn. I won't say much, the alien forces, count them one by one."

Ma Xianhong looked at Wang Lun in confusion, trying to explain that he didn't have so many enemies.

In fact, there were only the Lu family, the Wang family, the Tang family, the Shuzi family, etc.

"Wang..."

"Hmm!"

Wang Lun looked at him coldly, and the strong mental pressure made Ma Xianhong breathless.

Squeak.

The door was opened, and Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were led out.

"Brother Wang, why are you here too?"

Wang Ye smiled, wondering why Wang Lun came here, could it be that he knew Ma Xianhong.

Zhuge Qing saw that the relationship between the two was very subtle.

"I was invited by Village Chief Ma, are you too?"

"But there is nothing for you here, because Village Chief Ma's troubles have been solved by me."

Wang Lun smiled and released the mental suppression on Ma Xianhong.

Zhuge Qing felt that the matter was not simple, so he asked: "What trouble does Village Chief Ma have? Can you tell us?"

Ma Xianhong wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wang Lun: "He, as the grandson of Ma Benzai, one of the thirty-six thieves in the Jiashen Rebellion, and the heir of the Divine Machine Bailian, wants to use the Divine Machine Bailian in exchange for my revenge for him."

"As for the target of revenge, he said that if there is any alien force, he will kill them all!"

The people in the field suddenly felt a chill around them.

"Well, Brother Wang, you must not agree to such an outrageous request."

Wang also smiled and said, if Wang Lun really agreed, would Wudang be included in it?

The important thing is that this guy is not only an alien, but also has special means, borrowing the east wind.