After putting away the cauldron, Wang Lin looked up and looked into the distance. In the distance, there was a huge whirlpool, monks disappearing in the whirlpool.
When Wang Lin moved, he rushed into the whirlpool. Soon, his entire body was not seen inside.
He has a feeling of falling from the sky, and there are bursts of glaring light in front of him, but under his teeth, his eyes are always open, and he sees a scene that he can't forget in this life.
Under his feet, there were a piece of crystal clear fragments, these fragments were divided into circular parts, just like the scene caused by throwing a mirror on the ground.
This mirror is like the huge fairy world back then. At this time, the fairy world is shattered and turned into countless fragments. The spirit of the fairy world inside has also disappeared, but there is some surplus on top of some fragments.
Wang Lin's body was falling rapidly, and the fragments were also rapidly magnifying. In the end, Wang Lin clearly noticed that he had fallen on a fragment on the edge.
The moment he landed, Wang Lin immediately slapped his storage bag, and there was a copper bell in his hand. This object was one of the three treasures of the ancient monks in the land of refining the ancient gods. It could transform into size and trap the enemy.
After landing, Wang Lin stared at the surroundings blankly, feeling shocked in his heart.
There is no vitality here, the ground is full of withered grass, and there is a high mountain in the distance, but this mountain, only half of it is left at this time, the cut surface is extremely smooth, and it is obviously cut by mana.
Under that mountain, there are still some palaces, but they have all collapsed and become ruins. The other half of the mountain was hitting the palace at this time. From a distance, one big and one small looked like a mountain with a son and a mother.
on the ground. There are some bottomless pits everywhere, even in some places. There was also a trace of white air. Floating in the air.
This is a dead world!
"Here... is the immortal world?" Wang Lin was silent for a little while. Muttered to himself.
Although I already know that the fairy world is extinct. But at this moment, Wang Lin is still a little unbelievable standing here. Ancient times. After the cultivation base reaches the god of transformation. You can feel the call of the immortal world, and then enter the immortal world to practice. This fairy world. For all monks. Belongs to the Holy Land!
Holy and inviolable!
But now, when Wang Lin looked around, he couldn't help being silent. After a long time. He exhaled deeply. His eyes fell on the palaces in the distance. As soon as his body moved, he flew forward.
Although it looks not far away, in actual flight, Wang Lin discovered that there is an invisible resistance in the sky, making it difficult to reach a certain speed in flight.
After a long time, Wang Lin came to the place where the palace group was. Seeing these ruins up close, Wang Lin was extremely shocked.
From these ruins, Wang Lin could imagine how rich the fairy world was, and the materials used to build the palace were actually spirit stones!
Although Wang Lin had seen a loft made purely of spirit stone, the place where Li Muwan was in Chu State was built of spirit stone, but compared with the ruins in front of him, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
The size of the palace complex, Wang Lin could not see the border at a glance. Although there are ruins everywhere at this time, you can imagine how shocking this place was back then.
It's just that after a long period of time, these spirit stones have all lost their usefulness, and even in many places, with the touch of their feet, they will immediately be broken into pieces and dissipated.
Wang Lin sighed slightly, is this the fairy world...
Walking in the ruins, Wang Lin couldn't help being silent. Here, there was no celestial aura he wanted, and some were just a sense of sorrow.
In the middle of the palace complex, Wang Lin stopped, and he looked forward in horror. A large area there was deeply sunken. Upon closer inspection, he could find that it was a palm print!
Wang Lin was shocked. The moment he saw this palm print, he immediately thought of the hand print on the Immortal Gate of Rain.
A palm of the hand can cause this countless mile radius to collapse immediately. If it is on Vermilion Star, Wang Lin believes that he can do it too, but you must know that this is the fairy world!
Everything in the immortal world is countless times harder than the cultivation world, and the people who live here are all powerful monks who breathe the air of the immortal world above the gods. In this way, this palm print is a bit scary.
Wang Lin squatted down at the edge of this palm print, pressing his right hand on it, and a burst of death suddenly spread out from it, flowing in instantly along Wang Lin's arm.
Wang Lin's life and death mood suddenly turned around. After a long time, he took a deep breath, and the look of astonishment in his eyes became stronger.
Just now he discovered that there was some remaining aura in this palm print, so he felt it personally, but the more he felt it, the more he knew the strength of the other party.
Standing up, Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he raised his right hand, pressing it on his palm print in the air. After a long time, he shook his head slightly, walked around the place, and continued to walk in the ruins.
After walking in the ruins for a few days, Wang Lin saw a broken stone stele with a few large characters inscribed on it.
"The Fifth Immortal King of Rain bestows on Tianhua Fairy..."
It is filled with foreign and foreign things, roughly saying that the immortal god of the sky made great contributions, so the fifth immortal king of rain made this palace for him with magical powers. As a reward, the palace is made according to a formation. Cultivating in it can absorb all the celestial energy within one hundred thousand miles around it, which has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.
After Wang Lin finished reading it, his heart was shaken again. Although he didn't know where the fairy was in the immortal world, he was obviously inferior to the fairy king. A single fairy could own such a huge group of palaces. What about the residence of the fairy king? …
He was about to leave, suddenly his eyes flashed, he turned around abruptly, and stared straight at the stele. Taking a closer look again, this stone stele looks extremely ordinary, without any surprises.
But Wang Lin's gaze was swept over the fonts one by one. That day, Hua Xianshi, why did he build the palace here, and this stone tablet should be a monument, so that outsiders can see it. Things, why should they be placed here.
This place belongs to the interior of the ruins, and the stone stele here is a bit nondescript.
Wang Lin frowned, he lifted his right hand, spaced a little away, and suddenly a finger of air, shot out in an instant, and landed on the stone tablet. Immediately, the crack on the stone tablet became bigger.
Wang Lin slapped his storage bag and suddenly a flying sword appeared. Under the control of his divine mind, he quickly slashed on the stone tablet. The sound of metal collisions came from the stone tablet. Even after so many years, there was still The damage caused by the aftermath of the palm of the hand, but this stone tablet is also quite hard.
After a long time, the stone stele was finally flattened by the flying sword. Wang Lin looked down at the end of the stone stele that was deeply inserted into the ground, his brows frowned. This thing looked like nothing surprising, but Wang Lin always felt something was wrong.
His eyes flashed, his big hand grasped on it, and he tugged fiercely. There was a burst of roars, and the stone stele was pulled up little by little under Wang Lin's full strength.