The young man watched Master's far away back, scenes of the past, and came to his heart. After a long time, he knocked his head heavily, clenched his fist, and turned to leave.
"I, Chen Huan, swear here that Snow Country will be destroyed in this life!"
Wang Lin returned to the Ice and Snow Pagoda with a complicated mood. Although he had won a heavy treasure, he didn't have much joy, and some were just melancholy.
At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly had another understanding of the life and death mood he had felt, what is life... what is death...
This question reverberated in Wang Lin's mind for a long time.
The cultivator of the late transformation of the gods of the ink painting gate took the last scorching sun in his life, like the moth rushing towards the lights, bursting on the snow immortal statue on the top of the ice and snow temple, leaving this ice and snow temple forever. The bright red color that can't be erased.
In addition, several cultivators who had encircled and suppressed him died in this self-destruction.
All the glory has gone with the wind...
His death was just right, and his death awakened those former Four Sect Alliance monks who had hidden and dared not show up.
In a blink of an eye, another year passed.
During the year, Wang Lin was always thinking. The artistic conception between life and death. Gradually, he understood this artistic conception deeper. He is the whole person. During this year. It seems to be undergoing a transformation.
Look at mountains as mountains, look at water as water...
But Wang Lin discovered that sometimes, this mountain is not a mountain; this water is also not water. It seemed that there was always a layer of mist covering his eyes, making him invisible, but he could feel it. I can detect it, but I can't touch it.
This kind of sentiment cannot be driven by time, but requires an epiphany.
Spring has passed and autumn has come, and it has been another two years of snow and ice.
Wang Lin has also made some progress in the study of ice sculptures. This ice sculpture is inside. Mainly depends on the Xue meridian to maintain. Seven seven forty-nine Xue meridians are turning. Can reach a monk attack equivalent to the mid-stage pill formation.
As for the Yuan Ying stage, it needs 9,981 Xue meridians. However, the more snow meridians in this ice sculpture, the more difficult it is to control and the greater the possibility of collisions. As long as there is a collision, the entire ice sculpture will collapse.
Because of this, the difficulty will increase several times for each additional Xue meridian. As a result, the difficulty of the 81 Xue meridians is amazing.
This is why the ice sculpture puppets produced in the Snowy Country are extremely rare in the Yuan Ying period.
In addition, the source of the Puppet Snow Meridian came from the Bingxue Jue. Under the research of this Jue, Wang Lin was quite surprised.
The ice and snow tactic focuses on the cultivation of the heart. This tactic uses ice to change bones and snow to condense the heart to achieve the soul of ice and snow, thus reaching the realm of icy and clear heart.
It can be said to be mysterious and indescribable.
This is also the reason why the monks in the snowy area often do what they want and do what they want. In their practice, they pay attention to temperament. If they don't get into the dust, how can they achieve the purpose of condensing all kinds of minds.
The more he studied this ice and snow tactic, the more Wang Lin could feel the terrible place of this tactic. This tactic cannot be called the right path of the Tao, but the absolute sword goes slanting forward. Although the methods of cultivation are different, they have the same effect.
Wang Lin didn't want to practice this technique, but slightly imitated it, changing the Xue meridian into the blood meridian, and using the blood to match the mood of life and death as the change, so as to achieve the purpose of manipulation.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Lin has been stranded in this small town for three years, plus the previous year's travels, for a total of four years.
There is only one year left, which is the ten-year period. Wang Lin can feel that the era of transforming gods has come...
He didn't know whether the moment he was in the place of transforming the gods would cause the heavens and the earth to become vast, but the closer the deadline came, the more Wang Lin could feel that the monks transforming into the gods would make all nearby monks notice.
So, that day, Wang Lin walked out of the ice and snow tower and left.
Before he left, the Ice and Snow Temple had already issued a decree to gather all the monks above the alchemy to go to the temple to carry out the preaching ceremony, because the 13 monks who went to the Vermillion Bird Kingdom back then one person, this person is the only successful person , He has reached the stage of infant transformation!
As for whether these thirteen people really succeeded in only one, and whether there were any secret actions in the Suzaku Kingdom, it is not known to outsiders.
Wang Lin's departure was silent, even the pill knot monk who had been locked in the tower for three years, under Wang Lin's magical powers, lost the memory of being trapped, thus regaining his identity.
At the border of the Snowy Country, Wang Lin looked back at this piece of land seriously, and decades of scenes flashed in his eyes. Finally, he left a sigh, turned and left.
Wang Lin's goal is Zhao Guo, where he will prepare to transform the gods!
In addition to the remoteness of the country, Wang Lin felt a sense of home from the respectable late-stage cultivator of God Transformation that he hadn't experienced for a long time...
Everyone has a home, does he...
If there is, Zhao Guo can be regarded as one, and there is a woman waiting for him at the other side of Xiu Mohai, maybe, there, it can be regarded as home...
Therefore, he chose Zhao Guo, where he was transformed into a god, but he was born there because of the cause and effect.
Before returning to the country of Zhao, Wang Lin went to the town where Daniel is located in the neighboring country. He saw the town from a distance. Daniel opened an iron shop. Although his wife is not young, she already has Pregnant.
Wang Lin smiled at this scene, that new life is taking shape day by day...
When he left, Wang Lin had a spiritual power in Daniel's wife. This spiritual power could keep his mother and daughter safe, and the newly brewed life was a girl.
Daniel never knew that Uncle Wang, who he always wanted to take another look at, had already visited him. Until he died, the only regret in Daniel's heart was not that he didn't see the calf to send him to the end, but that in this life, he could no longer see Uncle Wang who grew up watching him. The strange man who runs the shop and often invites customers to come here and asks for ten gold.
Those two wood carvings were given to his daughter after he died, and they became the treasures of the Zeng family.
Wang Lin flew all the way to the Kingdom of Zhao. Forty years ago, he walked the same path. That time, he had just entered the Nascent Soul stage. Today, following the original path, he returned to the Kingdom of Zhao. This time, he was about to transform into God. , Choose a place to prepare.
This time, the difference between the world of artistic conception and the earth.
After walking through the ancient teleportation arrays, Wang Lin was flying on an unfamiliar land. Suddenly the sky slowly dimmed, dark clouds covered the sun, and a trace of rain fell from the sky.
The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and it was almost a continuous rain curtain. Wang Lin looked up at the sky. He hadn't seen such a heavy rain for a long time. He couldn't help but remember that he was in the room with Zhang Hu when he was in the Hengyue School. , Lightning and thunder outside, the downpour fell suddenly.
At this time, lightning flashed across the sky, and silver snakes danced wildly in the rumbling, which was truly beautiful.
Wang Lin slowly fell, without casting a spell to disperse the rain, but while falling, his right hand waved on the surrounding trees, and the leaves immediately gathered to form a leaf umbrella.
Holding an umbrella, Wang Lin walked between these unfamiliar mountains and forests, and after two more ancient teleportation formations, he could return to the Kingdom of Zhao, forty thousand miles to the east, where one of the ancient teleportation formations was located.
In the mountains and forests, the rain is rustling, and there is quite a touching charm, especially not far in front, there is an ancient temple, this temple is obviously abandoned, the original red lacquered door is already dimmed, and there are some damaged ones on it. Place.
Even the copper nails and copper rings on the top are covered with dark rust, with a hint of green at the edge.
Wang Lin has not seen many temples in his life, and it can even be said that they are extremely rare.
Looking at this temple, Wang Lin stepped in and walked in. This is an ancient temple. There are no Buddhas in the temple, only half of the base cushion that looks like a flower petal.
While observing, Wang Lin glanced sideways at the temple gate, and then stopped paying attention. Instead, after observing a circle, he stood by the temple gate, looking at the rainy night outside, and realized a trace of the artistic conception.
After a long time, shouts came from a distance, and only a few big men in quilts, cursing and walking towards the temple quickly.
"This horrible weather, once it gets up, it's endless!"
"There is a temple in front of you, go in and take refuge, wait for the rain to lighten, let's hurry on!"
As they were talking, several people saw Wang Lin in the temple from a distance. They couldn't help but pause. After looking at each other, they stopped talking and walked towards the temple.
When passing by Wang Lin, one of them stepped sideways and seemed to lightly pat Wang Lin with his right hand, but the next moment, someone next to him gently drank and pushed the person away, eliminating the offensive.
The man turned around and hummed, then stopped talking and walked into the temple.
The five people in the temple took off their clothes, raised a bonfire, took out some food, and they ate and talked loudly, but their gazes sometimes swept towards Wang Lin.
Wang Lin shook his head slightly, but these five laymen broke the mood of the rainy night, wasting this atmosphere in vain. He sighed lightly, raised his footsteps, and was about to leave, suddenly, Wang Lin's expression moved and his eyes fell on the distant mountains and forests.
I saw a big man with long hair, wearing a thin shirt, walking here step by step. The pace of this man was not fast, but Wang Lin felt a sense of shrinking. The man was still far away at the moment, the next moment, he He already passed by Wang Lin and entered the temple.
At the moment when he passed by Wang Lin, the big man let out a whisper and stopped after walking into the temple. He took a close look at Wang Lin, revealing his white teeth, and said with a gentle smile: "I didn't expect to be in this small temple. You can actually see people in the realm of Taoism, in Xia Mozhi, your excellency?"