The remaining two, one of them, escaped from here, Zhou Wutai. As for the other one, he fled in the opposite direction.
Wang Lin's eyes were cold, he glanced at Zhou Wutai lightly, and then stepped on, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps... ten steps!
Ten steps, kill one person!
It took only ten steps for Wang Lin to catch up with the man in black who was frightened and fleeing. There was a strange color in his eyes, and he sighed softly, "Bad my mood, there is only death!" With a light flick, it suddenly turned into a magic weapon in the extreme realm, and turned into a red lightning. In an instant, it caught up with the monk and penetrated into his body.
Before he even had time to hum, the man shook his body and suddenly fell from the air. When he landed, he fell into the deep snow in front of Daniel's iron shop.
His Nascent Soul, too late to escape, has already been destroyed by the extreme realm.
Although Wang Lin's extreme realm could not be broken through before he obtained the national treasure of Vermilion Star Town, he could not kill the cultivator of the god of transformation, but it was more than enough for the cultivator of Yuan Ying!
After killing three people in a row, Wang Lin turned around and looked at the location of Zhou Wutai.
Although Zhou Wutai's expression was as usual, his back under his clothes was already soaked. Seeing Wang Lin's gaze, he hardly hesitated, and moved his right hand forward to stop the black who fleeing here. Clothing people.
The black man looked panicked and said sharply: "Zhou Wutai, what are you going to do!"
Zhou Wutai glanced at this person indifferently. Smiled slightly. He whispered: "The four of you angered Brother Wang. How could Zhou allow you to leave?" As he said, he pinched a weird maneuver with his left hand. A purple light. Suddenly appeared in its hands. At this moment, the difference between the late Yuan Ying and the false god monks who are about to transform into gods. Appears undoubtedly.
Zhou Wutai's cultivation base. Only one step behind Wang Lin, it also belonged to the stage of transforming gods with one foot. Mastered a little artistic conception. The moment when his tactics show. The Yuan Ying monk was startled suddenly. He has a feeling. It seems to be back to the teenage years. I saw the master who led me into the cultivation sect.
Although he knows, all this is fake. But this feeling is extremely real. An irresistible consciousness. Suddenly spread throughout the body. When he reacted. Zhou Wutai's right hand was already pressed on his heavenly spirit. Spiritual power spit. The person immediately quarreled with blood and fell to the ground and died.
As for his Yuan Ying. Zhou Wutai was caught in his hands. In front of Wang Lin. crumb. He is acting. Tell Wang Lin. Today's matter. I never participated, and in the future, no one will know. Otherwise, it will not kill anyone.
Wang Lin killed three people cleanly. Thoroughly treat him as an unruly person. Seeing dumbfounded. The four men in black. If it is a single one. He is sure to kill. Even two. Reluctantly, you can win.
but. If it is three. Then he can only tie at the most. If it is four. There is only one way to escape. But Wang Lin. Killing three people in a row so lightly. In this way. How could Zhou Wutai not be surprised.
Wang Lin's body slowly fell from mid-air, and at the moment he fell on the snow, his whole person seemed to be withered all of a sudden, from a evil star to a mortal again, and still a mortal in his twilight years.
He closed his clothes, took a hip flask, took a sip, and threw it at Zhou Wutai. Then, he turned and walked towards the shop. At this moment, he is no different from a mortal.
Zhou Wutai took the hip flask and was silent for a long time. He glanced at the house where Wang Lin was in a rather jealous look, and made up his mind that this person can only be a friend, not an enemy!
He flicked his sleeves, and the corpses of the four men in black on the street immediately turned into fly ash and dissipated. Then he moved quickly and left the street.
It took Wang Lin from the time he walked out of the shop until he came back in a very short period of time. In addition, under his deliberate efforts, no mortal was found around him.
At this time, he returned to the shop and sat on a chair by the stove. A thick twilight immediately appeared on his whole person. He stretched out his hands and put them on the stove to keep warm.
Sitting quietly in the shop, he quickly searched the memory of the ancient god Tusi, and gradually, the information about the Four Immortals Gate of Wind, Cloud and Thunder became clearer in his heart.
At this moment, the sound of the wind and snow suddenly fell silent, and the door of the shop creaked and was pushed open by a gust of snow wind, and then, the smell of roast chicken suddenly rushed toward his face.
At the same time, the dirty old man who hadn't appeared for a long time, hugged his body and walked in shudderingly. After entering the house, he hooked his right foot on the back and closed the door of the shop, and then quickly walked to the place next to Wang Lin. At the stove, he cursed: "In the middle of the night, I encountered a few little boys fighting, which made people not sleep! I don’t know that the bastard actually hit me. My old man finally found one. It’s unlucky to have a place to sleep!"
Wang Lin smiled dumbly, flipped his right hand, there was another jug in his hand, and handed it to the old man.
The old man took it, smiled, took out half of the roast chicken from his arms, and said: "It's better for you, this roast chicken, I will divide you half!"
After he finished speaking, he took a close look at Wang Lin, his eyes showed admiration, and he said: "That's right, young man, the cultivation base is good again, the time to transform the gods is just around the corner. You promised my woodcarving, but don't Forget it, or if you go to the end of the world, my old man can catch up with you too!"
Wang Lin chuckled and said, "You will not forget what you promised seniors."
The old man tore off a chicken leg, took a bite, and said vaguely: "Young man, the four factions have been in chaos recently, hurry up and change your mind, otherwise, with your cultivation, there will be no benefit in it."
Wang Lin's heart moved, he glanced at the old man, and said, "Does senior know the cause of the chaos in the four factions alliance?"
The old man lifted his chin triumphantly, glanced at Wang Lin, and said, "This cultivation world, there is nothing that my old man does not know. Isn't it just a little guy from the Four Sect Alliance, who somehow got a piece of rain from the monks in the Snow Region? Ding, Snow Country is naturally unwilling, so he came to grab it, that's it."
"Yuding..." Wang Lin groaned slightly, and suddenly thought of the little entanglement between the big-eared monk Zhou Wutai and his son more than ten years ago. Among them, the term Yuding was mentioned!
"Speaking of this rain tripod, there is actually not only one magic weapon. I don’t know how many of them are. Anyone who holds this tripod can enter the four great gates of wind, cloud, thunder and lightning on the day when the path of heaven opens. Therefore, This has only led to a scramble, but no matter how the two parties robbed it, it’s useless. Once it attracts the attention of the fifth or sixth level cultivation nation, then this thing will belong to them sooner or later.” The old man gnawed and quickly ate the chicken legs. After that, he tore off a section of the chicken neck and said while gnawing.
Wang Lin pondered a little, and said slowly: "It is rumored that the four great immortal gates lead to the ancient immortal world. It is no wonder that everyone is looting."
The old man chuckled and said, "Why, young man, are you tempted? But the ancient immortal died in a battle in the ancient times. The current ancient immortal world is empty."
Wang Lin was startled. There was no such record in Tu Si's memory. He was late and said, "They are all dead?"
The old man gnawed the chicken neck in twos or twos, tore off a large piece of chicken, and said as he ate: "Of course they are all dead, otherwise you think, why the infants are still stuck in this world when they become a cultivator or above. Because there is nowhere to go."
Wang Lin's heart was shocked. Although he had known for a long time that the ancient monks had died in a catastrophe, that's why the Cultivation Alliance appeared, but he did not expect that even the immortals in the ancient immortal world would all die.
The old man saw Wang Lin's shock and was quite proud. After eating the chicken, he burped and drank a sip of wine. He wiped his hands on his clothes at random and said, "Hey, shocked, the ancient gods are all dead. Of course the ancient immortal is also dead, and there are not many ancient cultivators left. Only in this way, a cultivation alliance will appear and develop in the form of a star field."
Wang Lin was silent for a while, digesting the shocking secrets that the old man had said. After a long time, he frowned and said: "If this is the case, why are there four immortal gates of wind, rain and thunder?"
The old man smiled and said: "Although the ancient immortal is dead, the immortal world is still there, but it is filled with countless storms raging, and even the entire ancient immortal world is divided into countless parts. It's a part of an immortal world, but despite this, there are many good things in it, the most important of which is the atmosphere of the immortal world!"
"The spirit of the fairy world?" Wang Lin's expression moved.
The old man pursed his mouth with emotion, and said, "Yes, that stuff is much better than roast chicken..."
Wang Lin suddenly smiled bitterly.
"Unless there is a rare infant change pill, you must absorb enough celestial energy, otherwise, you will not be able to break through.
If it were in the ancient times, as long as the cultivation base reached the realm of transforming the gods, it would naturally rise to the immortal realm, where it would absorb enough energy from the immortal realm, and naturally continue to practice, but now... there is no other way but to venture to the immortal realm! "The old man added his lips and said.
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, smiled slightly, and said: "In this way, this Yuding is really worth fighting for, especially those who are transformed into gods, whether it is the promotion of their personal cultivation level or the promotion of their own ranks, they are all right about this. Yuding, the ambition must be won! I wonder if other Sandings will also appear?"
The old man picked up the hip flask, took a big sip, and said, "The four tripods of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, every few years, will emerge from the heavens and the earth. Naturally, those who can get it have great opportunities. The four immortal gates, Covering almost the entire Cultivation Alliance, each Cultivation Star, looking close to that fairy gate, will naturally brew different tripods."