A palm of the Envoy of the Heaven Breaking Path. Although the Envoy of the Heaven Path, although he has never appeared, he is obviously much stronger than what Wang Lin encountered in Vermilion Star. Even so, he is still one of the swords of Wang Lin Lei, Fire, and War. Down, break your palm and escape!
After receiving the immortal thunder that was already weak but still at its origin, Wang Lin suppressed the madness that had arisen in his heart due to the reappearance of the angel of heaven and thought of Li Muwan's sorrow.
With a flick of his big sleeve, the palm of the Taoist messenger immediately fell in front of him that day. After the palm was cut off, it was no longer flesh and blood, but turned into a crystal, which looked like a palm-shaped spar, exuding Bright light.
After a quick glance, Wang Lin's eyes condensed suddenly, and there are no palm prints on this palm!
Every person's palm has palm prints, and no matter how high the cultivation base is, it is impossible to destroy the palm prints.
"Could it be that envoys of the heavenly path, people who don't have palmprints can't make it..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he turned the palm of his hand into a spar and put it into the storage space. The Shining tribes close by.
Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin took a step forward, and was about to leave the lightning thunder clan. As for the things here, the follow-up of the lightning clan, he would do it by himself, and he had nothing to do with Wang Lin!
At the moment when Wang Lin was about to leave, one of the monks in the distance immediately seemed to hesitate and struggle for a long time, and immediately flashed out under his teeth, surrounded by starlight, and under his feet was a shuttlecock. The thing came straight to Wang Lin.
"Lord... Master!! You still remember me!" The monk trembled. When he said this, he had betrayed the Lightning Clan. Although the Lightning Clan is in crisis at this moment, he is very likely to be killed by the Clan first. Death is costly! But for the firmness in his heart, he can't care too much at this moment!
"Grandma, a person always has some choices in this life. It depends on the fate of Zhong Dahong. It is also dead to stay here. It is the same with the master. If you judge the clan, you will judge the clan. Lao Tzu doesn't care!"
Wang Lin paused, then turned and looked at it coldly.
His gaze fell in the monk’s eyes, and the person immediately trembled, and gritted his teeth and said quickly: "Master, I...I am Zhong Dahong, Zhong is Xiao Zhong’s bell, Hong is Xiao Hong’s Hong... I am Zhong Dahong, Master! One day is the master, the life is the master, master, don't leave me alone, I am willing to be by the side of the master, follow the whole life, and never betray!"
"You want to follow me?" Wang Lin still looked indifferent, and said slowly.
That Zhong Dahong flew another distance quickly, in case someone of his clan attacked him behind him. Hearing Wang Lin's opening, he nodded frantically and said repeatedly: "Master, as long as the younger one can follow, whatever the master asks me to do. Murder, arson, wealth, and sex, I am proficient in everything, and I will never be worse than Xu Liguo, master, give me a chance, master..."
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he glanced at that Zhong Dahong. When he turned around, he flicked his sleeve, and immediately there was a wave of wind and waves directly hitting Zhong Dahong, sending him into the storage space to be accompanied by Xu Liguo, and then he took a step forward across the starry sky. , Under the flicker, appeared at the place where the Master Sanling and several celestial and decaying monks of the Lightning Tribe were fighting.
There was a roar of supernatural powers, and the impact was overflowing. After Wang Lin appeared, his eyes flashed red, but the polar realm turned into red lightning. The speed of this red lightning was too fast. As soon as it appeared, it swept across and penetrated into the sky. The body of the first declining monk collapsed and his soul penetrated from the back of his heart, and once again entered the eyebrows of a celestial second declining monk, causing his head to burst and pass through.
"San Ling Dao is friendly to himself, Wang Mou retire!" Wang Lin took another step forward, the extreme realm retracted, but disappeared into the starry sky, without a trace!
His appearance instantly killed the two of them, and immediately shocked the Lightning Clan monks who were fighting with the San Ling. The San Ling laughed and spoke loudly.
"Brother Wang walk slowly, the old man has a foresight, and you and I will meet again!"
"When you meet again, you will be shocked." Wang Lin's words faintly spread from the void, and people have already left far away and walked out of the lightning star domain.
"Surprised?" Sanling was puzzled, but he couldn't help but think about it at this moment, using his magical powers, and starting his revenge battle with the remnants of the Lightning Thunder clan!
In the ancient stars, Wang Lin hurried away in the starry sky. His whole body aura converged and gradually became weaker. In the end, he almost changed his face, like a mortal. The five origins in his body were permeated and stirred with each other, making all his auras invisible. Dew.
"If there is a third step of powerful search, it should be extremely easy to find me, but I have my roots. If I find another place with many people under the chaos, I should be able to avoid it. If someone searches for me, I should be able to do it slightly. Conceal. Right now, we need to refine Thunder as soon as possible, that's the point!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he shrank into an inch as he stepped forward. After several times, his body appeared on a Cultivation Star.
This Cultivation Star is a small family of the Primordial Star. There are many mortals on it, bustling and busy, especially in the capital, it is full of voices and vitality, but it is densely packed with no less than tens of millions of people.
When he appeared, his hair became black, his hair scarf was erected, and he was dressed in white, with a fan in his hand, and looked like a scholar, stepping into this strange mortal world.
There are people coming and going on the street, and men and women are not as avoiding suspicion as the Vermilion Star.
There are also the shops on both sides of the street. There are few empty seats and a crowded hall. When Wang Lin passed by, I heard the voice of a storyteller in a restaurant.
"Furthermore, the Zhenyan clan immortal Xiu Yuhuan has a weird personality and likes to circulate in the mortal world. There are countless good stories and even more rumors. That's how his dual cultivator, Chu Yuexuan, met... Today we are talking about these two How did Wei Xianxiu know... It's incredibly beautiful inside, so please listen carefully!"
Wang Lin smiled dumbly. This mortal city of the Primordial Star was also interesting. He would talk about its monks wildly. Although most of the words were made up, it can also be seen from this that mortals here are no strangers to monks.
Even at the moment when he entered the city, Wang Lin didn’t need to develop his spiritual consciousness, he could notice that there were many monks in this city. Especially where the imperial city in the east is, there are nearly a hundred monks.
"It's better. In this way, the vitality here will be more chaotic. In addition, I hide from the source, and it should be no problem in a short time. It is enough for me to refine Thunder. Once Thunder is fully cultivated into the soul, I don't know how much the cultivation base will increase. …" Wang Lin looked calm, glanced at the restaurant, and walked away.