"This matter may be unfair to Qingshuang, nor to Qing Lin. I shouldn't have done this, but Zhou Yi's thousands of years of infatuation... nothing, I can't make it perfect." Wang Lin sighed.
Amidst the roar of the sea dragon beneath him, he left the gate covered by dust storms. Before he came, Wang Lin had never expected that he and her would be met here.
"Situ, Qingshui, Xu Liguo, Liu Jinbiao... There are many friends back then. I don't know where they are now... Are they looking up at the sky." Wang Lin sat cross-legged on top of the sea dragon's head, looking up at the sky in his eyes. Showing melancholy.
"Situ doesn't know if he has started the life of the prince he likes. Brother Qingshui doesn't know where he is. Xu Liguo is cunning and changeable. I don't know how good it is now... Liu Jinbiao realizes that he is deceiving. Is he still comprehending...
"And... Li Qianmei." In this Xiangang continent, after seeing the reincarnated deceased for the first time, ripples of remembrance appeared in Wang Lin's heart. As he walked forward, his eyes flashed past that year. Faces.
Hailong galloped all the way, and under Wang Lin's mind, went to another extremely powerful sect on this continent, Meng Tuzong.
This sect is named after Meng Tuzhou, which is comparable to the Dimen.
With Wang Lin’s Tianzun cultivation base and the golden-level sea dragon, this Meng Tuzong group went very smoothly. The Meng Tuzong ancestor respectfully sent the map jade slips, for fear of getting the king off. Lin is not happy.
In that Meng Tu sect, Wang Lin also dispersed his spiritual consciousness, knowing that the possibility is unlikely, but he still tried to find out whether this sect also had an old deceased.
But nothing happened.
With a sigh and blessing to Zhou Yi and Qingshuang, Wang Lin sat on the sea dragon and left Meng Tuzhou, and galloped towards the Tianzhou in the eastern state.
In the entire Dongzhou, there are only a few monks at the Tianzun level, and they are rare. In this Tianzhou, there is a sect named Tianmen, listed as one of the nine sects and thirteen gates. There is a Tianzun ancestor in this Tianmen, rumored to be the Tianjiao of the same generation as Luo Yunhai.
It's just that his cultivation stopped in the realm of Tianzun, and he had followed the Twin Great Tianzun. However, some changes seemed to have occurred later. He left silently and returned to the Tianmen without going out for tens of thousands of years.
In Tianzhou, the strongest sect is this Tianmen, among the nine sects and thirteen sects, and only this Tianmen sect is in this Tianzhou, it can be said that it is the overlord of one party.
Tianmen is different from other sects. It does not have only one mountain gate, but in the entire Tianzhou, there are a total of 19 branch sects, which completely control the resources of a continent.
At this moment, a huge sea dragon galloped across the sky in this continent. Wang Lin was on top of the sea dragon's head, looking at the earth below, with a calm expression.
The reason why this continent is called Tianzhou is because it is full of low clouds and mists. The clouds and mists should be between nine days. But here it is because of some strange changes that make the clouds and mists on the ground, like reaching out. You can catch the same.
In this way, while the entire Tianzhou is like a fairyland, it is also shrouded in mist all year round.
In the territory of Tianzhou, there are countless mountains, among which is the highest peak. This peak is called Tianfeng by the people of this continent. The white clouds above it are encircled. From a distance, it is impossible to see the complete mountain like that mountain. It's so strange to be covered by clouds and mist.
On this day, the figure of the sea dragon outside the Tianfeng peak turned out under a wave of distortion, hovering in the sky, and the huge dragon eye stared at the mountain below, which was equivalent to the golden statue's cultivation base, which was completely released at this moment. , Covering all directions.
Wang Lin on the top of his head, dressed in white, looked like a fairy in the white clouds, stepping forward into the void, stepping on the endless white clouds under his feet, step by step towards the top of the peak that day.
At the top of this peak, among the white snow, Wang Lin stood there with his hands on his back, letting the roaring wind blow his white hair. Behind him, the sea dragon came suddenly and hovered in Vung Pao. Lifting up, Sen coldly looked around.
"In the next Wanglin, please see Tianmen ancestor Yu Tianfeng!!" Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness spread, and a thunderous roar of spiritual thoughts spread faster around the place where he was. Then, it turned into a real thunder, and it moved with a sensation.
In Tianzhou, all sub-sects of Tianmen, and all the monks in the sects that are attached to the existence of Tianmen, all their hearts were shaken at this moment, and they heard this heavenly power swept across.
Even the clouds and mists of the Tianzhou Continent seemed to collapse at this moment, spreading towards the surroundings with divine thoughts, quickly avoiding them, causing the clouds and mists to tear apart within tens of millions of miles around Wang Lin!
In Tianzhou, the land of the main sect of Tianmen, a stretch of unconscious mountain ranges, at the moment when Wang Lin’s spiritual thoughts roared, an earth-shaking breath suddenly burst out. Under that breath, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and the clouds and mists rolled. The white-haired old man, dressed in coarse linen, walked out of the Tianmen.
He stood there, trembling as if the heavens and the earth were trembling, his eyes shone, and he looked at the distant place where the sky peak was. His eyes flashed, the old man flicked his sleeves, and his body suddenly disappeared.
When he appeared, he was already on the top of the peak that day. In the ripples and distortions, the old man's body turned, he did not even look at the huge sea dragon on the mountain, but looked directly at Wang Lin with majesty in his eyes.
The two of them blocked a thousand feet of void, and at the moment the old man's gaze swept, Wang Lin looked up, his eyes flashed with golden light, and the old man's gaze was touched for the first time.
It seemed silent, but in Wang Lin's mind, there was a roar and whirling. The old man's eyes were like billions of needles, penetrating Wang Lin's eyes, as if to pierce his body.
As Wang Lin's body shook, the golden light in his eyes thickened.
The white-haired old man also shook his whole body. He felt that Wang Lin's gaze contained a golden sword. This sword was filled with extremely rich celestial power, and even possessed extremely sharp coldness, and even contained within it. A repression like Tianwei.
After passing into his own mind, it seemed as if he was whizzed by the golden sword and pierced directly into his body.
"Your Excellency is calling the poor way to come here, I don't know what's going on!" The white-haired old man withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Lin with solemnity.
"At the beginning of the next step, I would like to ask a fellow daoist for advice. Don't have any other intentions." Wang Lin had no enmity with the Tianmen, and he was polite, and he threw a fist at the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man immediately laughed when he heard the words, and with his eyes on his knees, there was a sense of war. There are very few life and death battles between the gods, but there are still ordinary exchanges, but because there are too few gods in the entire immortal clan, there is a chance to fight, and they rarely give up.
Especially this kind of discussion is good for each other.
"Okay!" The white-haired old man took a step forward, raised his right hand, and suddenly flicked his sleeve toward Wang Lin above the sky. Under this flick, he saw all the snow on the sky. But Qi Qi all flew up suddenly, turned into a snowstorm, and went straight to Wang Lin from all directions.
There were nine magical powers in this snowstorm. At this moment, there was a trace of violent whistling, and Wang Lin's figure was drowned in a blink of an eye.
Wang Lin Chang laughed and raised his right hand, and suddenly punched forward!
In this fist, there are also nine magical powers, and it is the same spirit seal of Wang Lin nine times!
The roar rose to the sky, shaking all directions, the snowstorm shook, and the surroundings were suddenly collapsed, covering everything here.
The roaring sound continued to reverberate here in the following time, and the sound of long laughter was mixed in it, shaking the earth.
A few hours later, among the endless snowflakes, Wang Lin rolled backwards. He stepped on the ground with his right foot thousands of feet away and stood firm.
"Fellow Taoist cultivation is extraordinary, this battle has benefited me a lot, thank you!"
At the same time, the white-haired old man's body also retreated thousands of feet in the other direction before he stood firm.
"Just stepping into the ranks of the gods, you can put the nine magical powers into your body with one punch and one kick, and you are not too old, the old man admires it!"
The two were separated by thousands of feet, and smiles appeared on each other's faces while holding each other's fists.
"Come again?"
"Come again!"
The two of them shook their bodies, quickly approaching from two directions, and the roaring sky, even the sea dragon retreated in fright. Seeing the two terrifying figures in the snow cover ahead, the sea dragon blinked and backed away again. Some.
In the seven days of this battle, Wang Lin and the white-haired old man fought a total of 23 times! Every few times, the two of them would disperse, and while regaining their cultivation skills cross-legged, they were also thinking about the gains of this battle, and they also had conversations with each other.
This kind of battle at the Heavenly Venerable level does not involve enmity, so it is an excellent sense of cultivation for both sides.
"Friend Wang Dao, I think you still have some reservations. This battle is smooth and you and I are about the same fighting strength. If you let go of your hands and feet and fight with all your strength, how about it!" The white-haired old man said with a smile.
"Okay!" Wang Lin stood up, and under a sway, the Five Elements Original Body appeared outside his body!
With only one clone, Wang Lin's combat power suddenly increased, and he could fight the Tianzun monk who had incorporated eighteen magical powers!
"Essence body! It is not an ordinary original body, but a real body formed by the fusion of multiple sources!!" The old man's pupils contracted and looked at Wang Lin's clone.
The two shot at the same time, and the white-haired old man had no reservations, and exploded with the power of Tianzun integrated with the seventeen magical powers!
In the roaring and whirling, three days passed in an instant. Three days later, Wang Lin laughed and stepped on the back of the sea dragon, flashing away into the distance.
"Friend Murong, thank you!!"
While the snowflakes were falling, the white-haired old man stepped out, looking at the direction Wang Lin was leaving, with a solemn expression.
"He probably hasn't done all he can... With his cultivation base, I don't know how to break through the land of Heavenly Sovereign Nirvana." The white-haired old man turned around and swayed away after Wang Lin completely disappeared.
"My immortal clan has an extra Tianzun monk, this matter needs to be reported to the Great Tianzun." The ten days of fighting, for him, also had a lot of insights.