Especially its huge mouthparts flashed with cold light, extremely terrifying. It's just that as soon as it appeared, it immediately looked at the Thunder Frog vigilantly, and screamed again and again.
Lei Frog glanced at the mosquito, revealing a provocative look.
Wang Lin smiled slightly and fell from the back of Thunder Frog, not looking at the two beasts with big eyes and small eyes, but walking towards the pagoda.
Outside the tower, he took a deep breath, looked dignified, and said with a fist: "Senior, this junior has been entrusted by Zhou Yi to take care of you for thousands of years. The land of the immortal remains is extremely dangerous, and there are not many magic weapons for the juniors. I hope seniors will be fulfilled."
After speaking, Wang Lin bowed deeply and walked into the pagoda.
On the top floor of the tower, Wang Lin saw the corpse of the woman in white. The female corpse was lying flat on a bed of immortal jade, her eyes closed, without any breath. Beside her, there were two fairy swords, one large and one small, exuding bursts of sword aura.
Looking at the two immortals, Wang Lin pondered a little, his eyes staying more on the big sword.
This great sword, Wang Lin always felt familiar when he first saw it in the fairy world, as if he had seen it somewhere. The situation was critical at the time, and he had no time to think about it. After returning to Vermilion Star, he was accompanied by Li Muwan again, without time. Take into account the others.
Everything was over at this moment, and when he saw this great sword again, the familiarity became stronger.
"I must have seen this sword before. But I have seen it somewhere..." Wang Lin thought for a long time. Pressing the right hand on the sword, there is no discomfort. This huge fairy sword was caught in his hands.
In fact, this sword can no longer be regarded as a sword, but a rectangular door.
"Door board?" Wang Lin was startled. His eyes were contemplative. After a long time, his eyes condensed. Lost his voice: "Giant rich!!"
It's a super rich!
At that time, Wang Lin was in Hengyue School. Before the advent of Xuan Daozong, he held the jade slip of his teacher. Go to Jiange to choose Feijian. At that time, he chose the flying sword, which is known as the most exaggerated in the entire Zhao country-a huge wealth!
Wang Lin walked down the pagoda blankly. Sitting cross-legged outside the tower. Staring at the big sword in his hand.
The past more than four hundred years ago, Wang Lin reverberated in his mind. Thinking of the moment when he saw the wealthy back then, Wang Lin said in his heart that he still remembers the wealthy sword, which is shining in gold, but this is not the light on the sword, but A layer of gold was smeared on this huge wealth.
Moreover, this gold is not the kind of mist that is intended to cover up a peerless sword. The real material of the giant sword under that gold is the most common pig iron.
The hilt of the sword, Wang Lin, remembers the richness of the time. There were two huge spars inlaid here, but this spar didn't have any spiritual power just to look good.
Even the spikes of the Giant Wealth Sword are woven from gold silk.
This huge sword of wealth disappeared into the cracks in the space with the shattering of Wang Lin's storage bag.
If it weren't for this fairy sword, Wang Lin would never think of the huge wealth of the year.
It's just that, now, apart from the spar on the handle and the golden wire sword spike, the two swords are surprisingly similar.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he thought it was absolutely no coincidence. Could it be that the predecessors who made a fortune had seen this fairy sword fail, but this was simply inexplicable.
The predecessor of the Zhao Kingdom is at most Yuan Ying stage. With this person's strength, how could he enter the fairy world and have seen this fairy sword that was finally summoned by a woman in white!
Wang Lin was silent. He recalled the life of the past generations depicted on the sign next to him when he saw the wealthy.
This person was originally useless in the Hengyue Sect, but in the end he rescued the Hengyue Sect's catastrophe, and then died, only leaving a huge wealth in the sword pavilion for the destined.
"A person who is worthless can also save the sect's catastrophe. I didn't think about it at the time. Now it seems that there is definitely a secret in this senior!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the fairy sword in his hand.
"The fairy sword does not have a sword soul, and the sword has no power. If you want to use it, you need a sword soul..." Wang Lin flashed his eyes and slapped his storage bag with his right hand.
"Xu Liguo, come out!"
A black awn flew out of the storage bag and turned into Xu Liguo's appearance. After he appeared, he immediately beat his chest with both hands, and his eyes showed strong excitement.
"I finally came out, haha..." Xu Liguo roared a few times.
At this moment, the Thunder Frog and Mosquito Beast, who had been staring at each other, suddenly turned their heads and looked at Xu Liguo.
Xu Liguo closed his mouth quickly and carefully looked at the two beasts.
Wang Lin grabbed it with his right hand, and Xu Liguo wailed. Wang Lin grabbed it in his hand and threw it into the fairy sword.
Suddenly, the fairy sword quivered slightly, and the golden color on it slowly dimmed.
Wang Lin frowned, with his right hand at the center of his eyebrows, and the wandering souls immediately rushed out, and under Wang Lin's thoughts, they all got into the fairy sword.
The color of this sword suddenly became dark, and it didn't take long for it to completely change from golden to black.
Putting his right hand on the sword, Wang Lin groaned a little and said to himself: "Using a wandering soul as a sword soul, but only a small part of the power of this sword can be exerted. If you can catch the soul swallowing, it should make this sword more powerful. It’s a pity that there is not enough time to recover.
Wang Lin stood up, put away the big sword, and pressed his left hand on the pagoda. The pagoda immediately shrank, fell in his hand, and was put in a storage bag by him.
Afterwards, Wang Lin took a deep breath, put the thunder frog and the mosquito beast away again, and disappeared in place with a move.
A middle-aged woman in Xinghua Village, old Zhou's house, holding a baby girl in her hands, showing kind eyes.
"Ru'er, your father will go to Zhangjiacun to collect ginseng this time, and come back to replenish your body. You kid, for some reason, his body has been weak all the time, alas."
The woman hugged for a while, and sang the folk music of the mountain village softly. In her soft voice, the baby girl closed her eyes and breathed evenly, apparently already asleep.
After waiting for a while, when the baby fell asleep completely, the woman gently put the baby girl aside, kissed her forehead, and went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.
As soon as the woman left, an extra figure appeared in the room.
Wang Lin stared at the baby girl in a daze, with tenderness in his eyes. His right hand tremblingly touched the baby girl's face, and whispered: "Wan'er..."
I forgot what year and month and day when we met overseas, you smiled and sad, staring at my eyes.
The baby girl's beautiful eyelashes trembled and opened slowly. Her black and white eyes looked at Wang Lin without making any sound.
Yuan Ying’s deep sleep makes his fragile inner space unable to retain any memories of the past. It’s just that some people will always be engraved in their memory, even if they forget his voice, forget his smile, and forget his face, but Whenever I think of him, the feeling will never change.
The baby girl looked at Wang Lin's gaze. Gradually, she was no longer black and white, but a little confused. She didn't even notice her weak body, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.
Wang Lin's heart was very painful, and he stared at the baby girl in a daze.
You give me a tear, and I see all the ocean in your heart...
Wang Lin looked at the baby girl for a long time... For a long time... Time can pass, and years can go back, but his gaze is always there.
"I will come to pick you up..." Wang Lin whispered, took a deep look at the baby girl, and turned to leave.
As soon as he left, the baby girl's eyes immediately raised a cloud of mist, and she cried in her immature voice.
The woman who was cooking outside immediately raised the curtain and walked in, hurriedly picked up the baby girl and caressed softly.
Gradually, the baby girl stopped crying, but her gaze was looking outside the room, still confused...
Tie Yan sat cross-legged in the cave. He guarded the baby girl. Over the past year, he has become accustomed to such an almost semi-reclusive life. Six months ago, Lu Fei wanted to replace him with Yujian, but Tie Yan refused.
From the moment Tie Yan stepped into cultivation, he had never experienced this year. Every day, he checked the village with his spiritual knowledge, and he had remembered every household and even every name.
This feeling is very strange. Tie Yan has even given up on meditation in recent months and is immersed in the world of those mortals every day.
When Wang Lin walked into the cave, his eyes condensed when he saw Tie Yan.
Tie Yan quickly got up and saw Wang Lin.
"Yes, compared with Lu Fei, if you can always feel this way, there will be a day to transform the gods. You just need to pay attention to the Yuan Ying consummation." Wang Lin said solemnly.
Tie Yan was startled and nodded and said yes.
Wang Lin pondered a little, took out a year-old woodcarving, put it aside, and said, "I'll give you this thing, feel it." After speaking, he turned and left.
Tie Yan looked at the woodcarving quietly, seemingly enlightened.
Sitting on top of the mosquito beast, Wang Lin flew all the way towards the land of the immortal remains.
At this moment, there is an undercurrent in Xiu Demon Sea, surging in Broken Star Chaos.
The body of the ancient god in the broken star chaos, the land of the sea of blood.
The sea of blood at this time has changed a lot compared with the year before. Most of the stone cones have disappeared, but the place where Tuosen was originally still exists.
In the entire blood sea, there were only less than a hundred monks. There is a thin red line in the center of these monks' eyebrows, and they are all meditating with their eyes closed at the moment, immersed in a sea of blood.
Many of these people were people familiar with Wang Lin, such as the ancient emperor.
Each of these monks exudes a sense of strangeness. In this strangeness, a thick bloody breath is revealed. As they breathe out, the blood plasma in the blood slowly blends into their bodies.
In the sea of blood, on the stone cone where Tuo Sen was, a man with red hair reaching up to his waist was sitting cross-legged, his head lowered deeply.
On the ground beneath him, there are many handwritings carved with nails.
These words are all a name.
"Wang Lin!"
This red-haired man, it is Tuo Sen who has obtained the inheritance of ancient divine power, he slowly raised his head, his red hair covered his face, he couldn't see the details, he could only see the eyes behind the red hair, showing a trace of hatred. The gloom to the limit.
"Wang Lin, the ancient god's body has reached its age limit, and it is exhausting. It won't take long for me to break through. You must not die, and save the inheritance of memories for me!"