For half a month, Wang Lin accumulated some dry food, wrapped it up and carried it on his back, and walked out of the village accompanied by moonlight.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that 500 years ago, he was not selected by the Hengyue faction, and it was also late at night that he quietly ran away from home. As a result, with this departure, his destiny unfolded, and it was 500 years.
He sighed and walked away.
He didn't know where he was. He was sent by the teleportation array at the beginning, and he had no time to know where he was. At this moment, he just wanted to find a spiritual vein so that he could have a trace of spirit under the nourishment of the spiritual vein. In order to find a way to crack the artistic conception and seal.
In the middle of the night, when the cold wind hit, Wang Lin couldn't help but tremble. He thought bitterly, he hadn't felt like a real mortal for many years.
Even at the time of change, it is countless times better than it is now.
Every time Wang Lin walked along the way, he would pant and sit down to rest. The speed was naturally extremely slow. Seven days later, he was still walking on the official road.
Although he said that he had no spiritual power, his feelings were still there. On the way, he encountered some places with spiritual power, but unfortunately, no matter how he vomited in these places, he still couldn't produce a little bit in his body.
"Perhaps, only a mountain gate of the cultivation sect here can find the strong spiritual power." Wang Lin thought bitterly.
Only, the cultivation school, with his current body, how can he enter...
Wang Lin sighed secretly. Looking at the sky. A touch of despair. Can not help but surge up. But immediately, this despair was forcibly suppressed by his firmness. He took a deep breath. Muttered to himself: "Snow Country, Troll Clan. I, Wang Lin, will not give up. One day. You treat me all kinds of things. I will return it ten times a hundred times!"
His eyes showed firmness. Stand up. Continue to walk forward.
However, at this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the other side. The voice whizzed. In this silent night. It looks particularly harsh.
Almost at the same time as the sound of horse hooves, a black horse. Coming quickly. Immediately sat a strong man. The temples of these people are all puffed up. A look of murder. A big man with a scar on his face when passing by Wang Lin. Suddenly he pulled the horse's rein. Glancing at Wang Lin intently. He laughed and said, "Haha, ugly boy. What a cash cow!" As he said, he bent over and stretched out his hand, and immediately grabbed Wang Lin's clothes. Hold him in your hands.
"Ma Lao Si. What are you doing!" A shout came from the front.
"Boss. I caught the cash cow. This kid is so ugly, he has his broken leg and put it in front of the Tianwei dart cart to block the way. It's better than using his own brother." The big scar man smiled and moved his spurs. The horse galloped forward immediately.
"Look, boss!" After the big scared man caught up with him, Wang Lin smiled in his hand in one fell swoop.
Wang Lin closed his eyes tightly, and his heart was angry. Once upon a time, several martial artists in the mortal world could humiliate him at will.
Sitting on the horse in front of him was an extremely burly man. He glared at Wang Lin, nodded and said, "Okay, take it with you!"
A line of eighteen horses roared away.
At a bifurcation three miles away, these people pulled the horse's rein one after another, stopped, and quickly separated from each other, took a cotton cover on the horse's mouth, spread it around, and hid it.
These people are extremely proficient in their movements and obviously do this often.
In a blink of an eye, only the big scared man was standing there holding Wang Lin.
"Little Liu, take brother's horse away!" After the scared man finished speaking, a thin man immediately got out from the side, leading the horse and disappeared into the surrounding dense forest.
"Boy, you're unlucky!" The scared man looked at Wang Lin, grinned, and lifted his right hand to remove Wang Lin's chin, then gave a low drink, and tapped his fingers on Wang Lin's legs and shoulders.
But after hearing a few clicks, Wang Lin’s leg bones and shoulder bones were immediately shattered, and severe pain came. Wang Lin’s forehead was sweating heavily. The look of the other party is in my heart.
The scared man hummed softly, took out a pack of medicinal foam from his arms, and cautiously fell down on Wang Lin's wound, then moved into the jungle and disappeared.
Wang Lin fell to the ground, a murderous intent, slowly brewing, he had never been treated like this in his life. However, his current body was too weak, and gradually, he passed out.
Time slowly passed, and an hour later, there were waves of carriages rolling against the ground from a distance, gradually getting closer and closer.
At this moment, the carriages suddenly stopped, and a fast horse galloped over quickly. It was a handsome young man. He stopped in front of Wang Lin, looked down, and shouted, "Darthead, it's a dead body!"
After speaking, he rolled over and dismounted, kicked Wang Lin to the side of the road with a kick, then mounted the horse and returned to the convoy.
The convoy, moving forward again, was passing by the location where Wang Lin was before, suddenly torches were lit up all around, and suddenly a long laugh came from all around.
"Tianwei Escort, do you think that if you take a detour, I won't be robbed!" A loud shout came from the jungle, and then, eighteen men came out.
At the moment the torch was lit, the powder on Wang Lin's body immediately melted away, and a colorless and odorless gas spread rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, the entire convoy was covered.
"Huoyunpo!" An exclamation was heard from the team, and immediately after the team's dart head, one by one immediately felt sore and weak.
"Yes, this is our special poison for Huoyun Eighteen Heroes, hehe, poison with blood, trigger with fire, today, none of you will be anymore!"
A massacre began, and it took less than half of the time, and the entire dart team had already been killed.
Screaming, one after another, under the radiance of the torch, the eighteen evil men, whose faces were bright and dark, looked extremely hideous, one by one, slaughtering them.
"Haha, brother, there are three more women! Time is enough for us to go back and have a good time." The scared man chopped off a head and grabbed a young woman from the carriage. The young woman was quite charming, but He screamed at this moment, his face was pale, and his eyes showed fear.
The scared man laughed, touched the young woman with his right hand, laughed a few times, carried the young woman on his body, and let the young woman fight in the back.
At this moment, two more elders came quickly and grabbed the two female relatives from the carriage. With a loud roar, the horses hidden in the jungle ran over.
The extremely burly man took out a brocade box from a carriage, opened it, and immediately smiled with satisfaction: "Brothers, let's go!"
These people went up one after another, and amid the cry of the three women, they were about to leave.
The scared man carried the young woman, passed by Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "Boss, this kid still has a tone. It's better to take it away and use it next time after raising it for a few days."
The burly man nodded, and rode away quickly.
The scared man kicked Wang Lin and was caught by another person. Everyone screamed and screamed. In a blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only the dead bodies on the ground, exuding bursts of blood.
When the sun rose in the early morning, eighteen people came under a mountain peak. Halfway up the mountain, there was a huge stockade with three characters written on it.
"Fire Cloud Village!"
"The master is back, open the gate!"
The gate of the cottage was opened amidst the rumbling sound, and the eighteen people immediately screamed out. Suddenly, the entire cottage immediately became lively.
The big scared man grabbed the young woman in his hand, rolled over and dismounted, and said with a smile: "Boss, I'll go and be happy first!" After saying that, he immediately got into a house. Not long after, a woman's screams came from within.
These big guys were obviously used to this matter and laughed. As for the other two female relatives, they were also taken away.
Wang Lin was thrown into a water cage behind the cottage.
There was darkness in front of me, there was no light, and no sound, and the feet were empty, seeming to be floating in the darkness.
The body was suspended, swaying feebly in the dark. Wang Lin moved his swollen head, and his limbs hit with pain, as if a burning flame passed through the flesh.
Wang Lin opened his eyes and fully awake.
A faint scream came from a distance, and when it was passed here, it was already extremely slight, but in this quiet darkness, the lingering sound of that scream still reverberated for a long time.
After losing his spiritual power and the primordial spirit collapsed, Wang Lin’s eyes were no longer able to penetrate everything as before, and the surroundings were pitch black. He realized that he was trapped in a small space and his arms were tied up by ropes. , The whole body was suspended, soaked in cold water.
The colorless water soaked under the neck, exuding a nauseating smell of water. The water was flowing, and from time to time, waves slightly lifted, splashed on his mouth and nose, and soaked his wounds.
Wang Lin held his breath and raised his head. It was like being sealed in a well, when the distant screams echoed and disappeared, and the surroundings were quiet as if they were in a grave.
"The monk who has lost everything, it turns out that it is worse than a mortal..." Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and a trace of unwilling anger was hidden deep and deep.
Wang Lin, who called the wind and the rain back then, is no longer there, and what is left is just a mortal who has lost his spiritual power, collapsed the soul, and has no power to bind the chicken. He can't even open the storage bag.
At this moment, the storage bag also lost its trace, apparently taken away by those in the martial arts.
At this moment, in the sky above Huoyun Village, Liumei Miaoman's figure flashed past, she didn't even look down, she didn't even know that the person looking for was in that mountain.
Wang Lin was silent, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Within this water prison, he immediately noticed that the spiritual power here was greater than that of any place he encountered after he left the village in the outer world. Full-bodied.
This spiritual power did not come from the mountains, but from the water!