The first person Wang Lin killed was, to be precise, his master Sun Dazhu!
He raised his fingers and fell, and the sawdust flew down. It didn't take long for the wood carving to take shape. At the moment before Sun Dazhu's death, the expression of despair and fear was completely displayed on the wood carving.
Looking at Sun Dazhu's wood carving, Wang Lin felt calm. Back then, if Sun Dazhu hadn't been greedy for the gourd on his body, he would definitely not end up in death. There is a causal cycle, there is life, and there is naturally death.
The second sculpture is a middle-aged man with a bloodthirsty color in his eyes, and his lips are slightly thin, which looks very mean. At this moment, there is a flying sword on his right hand, and this flying sword is hidden. With a cold light, a stern air suddenly spread out.
He was killed by Wang Lin, and the second person was Zhang Hu's teacher, the disciple of the old man of Jimo!
On that day, this person was intent on killing Wang Lin, but in the end, he became the second soul in Wang Lin's hands.
After taking a look at the woodcarving, Wang Lin put him aside and took out a piece of wood again.
The third one is a young man. He is the Teng Li who chased Wang Lin back then! Thinking of Teng Li, Wang Lin's mood was a little turbulent, but soon he calmed down again.
The scenes of entanglement with Teng Li reverberated in Wang Lin's mind. After a long time, his right finger tipped a knife, and he galloped on a piece of wood. After half a stick of incense, Teng Li's wood carving took shape.
This man looks quite handsome, but there is an unreliable color on his face. His right hand pinches, his eyes are gloomy, and there is a deep color of greed hidden. The corner of his mouth even shows a certain smile.
However, this smile has become a thing of the past. Far away, passing away with this smile. And the blood of the entire Teng family.
Wood carvings one by one. It took shape in Wang Lin's hands. After carving one, he put it aside. gradually. Wood carvings on the ground. more and more.
A trace of murderous aura, from if there is no. Slowly become rich. There is one more wood carving every time. The murderous spirit in the shop will regain another point.
If there is a monk passing by here at this time. Then it will be clearly seen. Apart from the wind and snow, there was already an extra layer of ice on the shop where Wang Lin was.
Wang Lin is about this. Completely ignored. He was immersed in his own memories. Take all the dead souls that can be remembered. Carve out one by one.
Gradually. Wang Lin has forgotten that he is carving. He was completely immersed in memory. Take your own four hundred years of life. It's like looking at a stranger. Slowly emerged in the mind.
From the beginning, the weakly crowned boy entered the Hengyue Sect. Within the Hengyue Sect, his talents were insufficient and his cultivation was slow, until the sky was reversed. Finally, Situ Nan appeared, and the Hengyue Sect was driven out by the Xuan Dao Sect.
Then, he left the Hengyue faction and practiced alone, then met Zhang Hu, killed Zhang Hu's teacher, and went to Tengjiacheng, but he did not expect Teng Li to come.
So, separated from Zhang Hu, until now, I don't know Zhang Hu's life or death.
Teng Li chased and killed, and finally died in his hands, after which the dispute began all the way. Corpse Yin Sect and Cassia Valley, at this time, a bolt from the blue sky completely changed his life.
The death of his parents and the ferocious expression of Tenghua Yuan made him, eventually his body shattered, and with the help of Situ Nan, he escaped into the battlefield outside the territory.
As a result, there were four hundred years of slaughter. In order to improve his cultivation base and return to revenge, he did not hesitate to improve his cultivation base at all costs, so that he became ruthless, unfeeling, and even cold-blooded.
Huo Burning Nation, Xiu Demon Sea, Land of Ancient Gods, these scenes flashed in Wang Lin's mind constantly, the order for the hundred-day killing of ten thousand demons, that time, besides the Teng family, he killed the most. .
As for the land of the ancient gods, especially Meng Tuozi and others, Wang Lin's impression can be said to be unforgettable and unforgettable.
The many years in the land of the ancient gods have been a transformation of his whole person, and both his mind and body have undergone a complete transformation.
But inside this, the crisis is also huge, and if you are not cautious, it will definitely be difficult to come out.
Later, he met Li Muwan again when he had a baby in Chu State. After the baby was successfully made, he looked forward to revenge for four hundred years, and finally began.
In the State of Zhao, all the blood of the Teng family died in the hands of Wang Lin, and the cause and effect of this grievance was overcome.
Wang Lin's hand has never stopped. With his memories, each of the wood carvings quickly took shape. His hands were getting faster and faster, and only an afterimage could be seen.
The memory images in his mind are also getting faster and faster. Gradually, he sees the epitome of life, birth, old age, sickness and death over the past 30 years, and gradually merged into Wang Lin's mind.
After a long time, he no longer had any memory images in his mind, some were just two words, life and death.
Life and death, a change in the reincarnation of heaven, this change, in the four hundred years of killing Wang Lin carved, he understood the meaning of death, in thirty years of Huafan, he knew the meaning of life.
At the previous moment when he felt the way of reincarnation, although he failed in the end, it left a deep impression and artistic conception on him, like a layer of paper, which gave Wang Lin this kind of epiphany at this moment.
Just an epiphany does not mean seeing through.
It can only be said that the current Wang Lin, his state of mind, has reached a level where he can control his own cultivation level. In the ancient realm of cultivation, there is a saying that has a long history.
Look at mountains as mountains and look at water as water.
That was the case for Wang Lin at this time.
The moment he opened his eyes, there were already countless wood carvings in the shop, and a trace of evil light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. This look was quite similar to Tuosen in the land of the ancient gods.
He quietly looked at the many wooden sculptures in front of him, and slowly raised his hands. Suddenly, these wooden sculptures trembled and gathered in his hands. Gradually, there were more and more wooden sculptures, but at this time, Wang Lin's hands In between, a black whirlpool appeared. Although the wood carvings fell one by one, the size of the black whirlpool remained unchanged.
The wooden sculptures all flew between Wang Lin's hands. When the last wooden sculpture disappeared in the black whirlpool, Wang Lin looked at the whirlpool calmly. The storage bag on his waist suddenly opened automatically, and all the blood cells of evil spirits, All fly out.
Melting into the whirlpool, when the last blood cell entered the whirlpool, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly showed a strange glow, and then, his hands moved.
The black vortex quickly changed shape as Wang Lin waved his hands. In the end, it gradually became square and slowly solidified. After a long time, the black vortex gradually disappeared, and a black square mark appeared in front of Wang Lin.
This square is the size of a palm, and there is a figure carved on it, but this figure has no face, some is just a figure. This black mark included all the killings of Wang Lin over the past four hundred years. He was an external manifestation of the meaning of death.
Wang Lin pressed his right hand on the black seal, and immediately, a sensation of blood dissolving in water surged into his heart. He took a deep breath, and the black mark gradually disappeared from his hand and merged into the Nascent Soul in his body.
Wang Lin was silent for a while, and he took a nostalgic look at the shop that had lived for more than 30 years, and with a random wave of his right hand, all the wood carvings in the shop disappeared.
Afterwards, he opened the door of the shop and walked out in the dark and snowy night.
Wang Lin walked slowly on this street, the wind and snow, the heavier.
His figure, when he first walked out of the shop, still belonged to the old man in his twilight years, but with his footsteps, as he gradually walked towards the street, his body gradually became tall and straight, and the wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared. , In the end, of course, at the moment when he stood at the entrance of the street, Wang Lin had successfully transformed from a mortal to a monk.
He said that he still hasn't turned the god, but at this moment, he is closer to the god. He has mastered the mood of life and death, and has realized the way of heaven. Wang Lin can already perceive the feeling that his body is about to fly. Appear inside and outside the body.
It seems that there is a kind of magical power in the sky, stretching out in the sky, pulling him up and away.
This feeling is a manifestation of the imminent transformation of the gods. At this time, he does not need to perceive the heavens or feel the artistic conception. He only needs to find a place and quietly retreat for ten years to naturally reach the realm of the gods.
Standing at the entrance of the street, Wang Lin looked back and took a close look at this street that was already empty and ten houses. This old street where he lived for more than 30 years. The plants and trees here are all reflected in Wang Lin. In his heart, he felt a little bit reluctant.
After watching for a long time, keeping all this in mind, Wang Lin sighed, turned around, and disappeared into the night.
There is a city 10,000 miles away in the southern part of the Four Sect Alliance. Here, there are a large number of mortals, one by one in simple warm houses, spread over a large area, and many people live in these houses.
All of them were recruited here, and the mortals involved in the work of Qingxue, Daniel, lived in one of the houses.
There were more than 30 people living in the same room with him. The small room seemed quite crowded at this time. Daniel lay on the full bunk, staring at the roof blankly.
He missed his wife, his son, and Wang Lin even more.
Everything in the past disappeared in this snow disaster.
Before the snow disaster, he had enough food and clothing, had his own shop, and hired a few shopkeepers. His son became a member of the fairy sect.
On that whole street, he can be said to be quite beautiful.
His wife has always been in love with him, and life is beautiful. He even planned that when Uncle Wang was older, he wouldn't let him do woodcarving anymore, and he would serve him in his later years.
In his heart, the death of his parents made him regard Uncle Wang, who watched him grow up, as his elder, but this heavy snow changed everything.
He doesn't know how his wife is now. When he heard that even women, girls and children were recruited a few months ago, he was anxious. His wife's health has never been too good. Can he live in this cold snowy day...