There seemed to be an inexplicable power in the darkness, which made Wang Lin, after an indescribable struggle, also chose, and had no choice, to turn into a Changhong and leave.
If there is no Lan Meng Dao Zun for Wang Lin to experience the first choice, if there is not a generation of Suzaku to let Wang Lin withstand the second test, his Dao heart and belief will slowly reach a kind of body. To the point of being a great master.
More importantly, if you didn’t enter Simozi’s memory and saw pictures that were very similar to yourself, but chose a completely different path, perhaps Wang Lin would really choose to stay... and become a slave to the palm of your hand. …
The words of Zhang Zun were on Wang Lin's death hole!
Even if it leaves the firefinch tribe, even if the firefinch tribe is impacted by the collapse of the Holy Land behind him, a wave of flames blasts in all directions in a ring, destroying nearly half of the firefinch tribe. The flame is Behind Wang Lin rises to the sky.
There was a faint and muffled roar, shaking the starry sky, but Wang Lin was at a loss, but he was not awakened at all.
His heart seemed to be torn, hurting his whole body.
I don't know how long it has passed, the confusion in Wang Lin's eyes gradually dissipated. Instead, it was a bleak. The injuries in his body had reached the point where he had to be healed. Otherwise, the cultivation base would be irreversibly regressed.
When he cultivates to his level, the ordinary injuries are not a hindrance, but once severely injured, the severity of the injury is already astonishing, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the cultivation base.
Fortunately, as an ancient god, his physical body is extremely powerful in the power of recovery. This is also the most obvious difference between Wang Lin and other monks. The same injury may take a hundred years for others to recover, but for him, Time will be greatly shortened.
"Wan'er, believe me, I will personally wake you up... At that time, we will live with Ping'er in a mountain village where no one knows us, and spend our whole life silently... I will also teach Ping'er woodcarving. My father's craftsmanship will be passed on..." Wang Lin muttered. He suddenly missed home and missed the starry sky in the realm. Although the ancient stars were big, they didn't give him the feeling of belonging.
Here, in the vast sea of stars, you can't see the edge at a glance, the dark starry sky, the stars are shining, but there is no warmth, some are just cold, some, but Wang Lin's heart is full of loneliness.
Wang Lin’s life has gone through two thousand years of loneliness. He has become accustomed to loneliness and loneliness. The indifference on his face was not deliberately pretended, but under these thousands of years of loneliness, slowly Yes, there will be no other expressions.
He will, only indifference... Even a smile is rare...
The only constant in his eyes is that deeply hidden in indifference, that indelible sorrow, which accompanies him throughout his life, is unhappy.
In the bitterness, Wang Lin's injury was even more serious. He staggered, shrank an inch, and left an infinite distance. In a starry sky above the ancient stars, Wang Lin's figure appeared in an abandoned comprehension. On the star.
This comprehension star may have once been brilliant, or once had a great supernatural power monk, but at this moment, all that glory is gone with the wind and turned into sand and stones on the ground, and there is no spiritual energy everywhere. city.
It was like an old man who had come to an end, panting and struggling, unwilling to give the last breath. Right now, the eastern part of this cultivation star was in the cold of autumn, and the autumn wind slowly rolled the fallen leaves. The withered yellow color looked like brown spots on the old man's face, and it smelled of desolation.
As the autumn leaves were dancing with the wind, through the patches of withered yellow, you could see a river in the distance. The river was rushing and winding north. By the river, there was a figure in white clothes sitting there silently, letting pieces of withered yellow autumn leaves blow past him.
Wang Lin looked at the water. There were some autumn leaves. Xu was tired from the wind. When they were sent here, they dispersed, causing the autumn yellow leaves to float on the river water. After getting wet for most of the time, they drifted away.
The fallen leaves return to their roots, but they are brought here by the wind. They fall into the water, but they cannot return to their hometown in this life. I don’t know where they are sent. Maybe after a few seasons, they will become part of the silt at the bottom of the river. There is a soul, this soul, or with longing, floats out of the river and returns to the hometown where it was born and raised.
Wang Lin’s figure was reflected in the river water, and his face was also clearly reflected. That pale face, indifferent expression, and sadness in the eyes seemed to have merged into the river water, amidst the rushing sound. , The flow is far.
"It's time to go home..." Wang Lin murmured softly.
On the way home, in addition to the Great Sealed Realm, there is another choice, that is, the crack in the ninth-order star field in the sea of clouds, the mysterious woman, gave a jade slip.
The woman once said that she needed Wang Lin's help to explore a place and gave this jade slip to Wang Lin, and told that if she opened the jade slip outside the bounds, she could avoid the bounding formation and return to the crack.
Wang Lin has studied this jade slip many times, and there are many restrictions in it.
It seems that many of the restrictions in it are by no means the monks of this realm can grasp, but come from another world.
However, Wang Lin is a master after all in terms of prohibition. Although it is impossible to see thoroughly, he still sees the possibility that this jade slip will send him back to the crack, and it is 70%!
Holding the jade slip, Wang Lin did not open it, but took back the restrictions in the storage space. To open the jade slip, a certain level of cultivation is required. This is the second thing. The most important thing is to take Wang Lin’s right now. State, he will not let himself appear in front of the mysterious woman whose enemy or friend is unknown.
After a moment of silence, Wang Lin looked up at the blue sky and muttered to himself.
"He, is he a palm..."
He severely injured the middle-aged man in the colorful flames. This person also admitted that he was the palm master, but after calming down, Wang Lin couldn't help but wonder.
This person's cultivation base, which fluctuates from high to low, can fight against the Vermillion Bird Origin Spirit, can perform the moon fishing in the well, and moreover, the four emptiness techniques, know about Simozi, and even know his own name. According to the analysis, it is indeed true. There is no doubt that the palm of the conspiracy emerges endlessly.
"The fire he cultivated is more colorful, and it should be the three generations of evil birds... But, is he really the palm-sovereign..." The reason why Wang Lin previously judged the three-generation evil birds as the palm-sovereign was precisely because he had analyzed it. Among the Primordial Stars, the origin of the Palm Sovereign is the most mysterious, and no one knows which race it belongs to!
In addition, there is one more thing. Back then, in the land of the demon spirit, Wang Lin once met a person, who he later learned was a disciple of the master! What this person is using is the technique of fire!
And that flame technique is definitely not an ordinary cultivator to the extent that it can be practiced, obviously to the extent that it is about to explore its origin.
All these kinds of things caused Wang Lin to make a bold guess. With some clues, Wang Lin judged that the three generations of evil birds are the palms!
Because of this, the long-sovereign association will know the reality of the Land of Fallen Land, and dare not make any mistakes!
But right now, after seeing Empress Palm, Wang Lin was suspicious.
"Qinglin once said that the origin of the palm master is the power of the primordial beginning! But from beginning to end, this person did not use the slightest magical power related to the power of the primordial beginning... and most importantly, the palm master has cultivated the Tao for tens of thousands of years. His mind is very deep, and he has counted many times in the world. The middle-aged man who admits to be the palm-sovereign doesn't seem to have such a manly feeling in his body... and it does not seem to be incomparably powerful..."
Wang Lin frowned. After a while, there was no answer. He sighed and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he took out the few remaining pills from his storage bag, swallowed it all in his mouth, and sat there. Closed his eyes and vomited.
As the autumn wind blows, Wang Lin's figure slowly blurs, as if it blends with the surrounding river water and autumn leaves. Even if a monk comes here, he will not notice a person sitting by the river.
Time slowly passed, and it was three days in a blink of an eye. During the three days, the injury of the soul in Wang Lin's body did not improve, but it did not worsen, but his physical injury had recovered more than half.
Not counting his magical powers, the power that the six-star ancient gods can exert is equivalent to his fifty percent when he is healed. Wang Lin knows that time is running out, and he caused the person who seems to be the master to take a heavy hit. Mighty, especially when he was carrying the Primordial Killing Order, and left the land of the fall, someone would definitely come after him for his life.
As for the Land of Fallen Land, I am afraid that when I leave, it will be sealed by someone with a heart. If I rush back rashly, I will never enter the Land of Fallen Land, and I will only throw myself into the trap!
So he seized all the time and allowed his cultivation to recover as quickly as possible.
But on this day, when Wang Lin was breathing in, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and this feeling was after he had cultivated to a certain extent. , An early warning from the unconsciousness!
"Something's wrong!" Wang Lin stood up, his gaze swept around, his expression was more gloomy, and the surrounding area was silent, even the autumn wind disappeared.
It was dark right now, and a bright moon in the sky hung there, and the moonlight fell on the ground, making Wang Lin clearly see that there were patches of fine ripples on the river, like trembling, turning into ripples and shaking.
The autumn leaves that did not know when on the river surface also turned into circles and slowly rotated.
Without thinking about it, Wang Lin took a step forward. The sky and the earth were twisted and the ripples echoed. Under Wang Lin's step, his body should have dissipated, but in this moment, when his body was about to merge into the sky and the earth, the sky was shocked. , A huge crack suddenly swept across and appeared in the discoloration of the world.
A majestic coercion descended on this ordinary abandoned cultivation star, and even from the crack, there was a big hand directly, swiftly stretched out, and went straight to the Wang Lin who was about to merge into the world to grab it!