"Wang Zhuo..." Wang Lin's eyes narrowed. As soon as he moved, he whizzed away like a thunder.
Although Wang Zhuo looked like an old man in vicissitudes of life, Wang Lin recognized him at a glance.
In Wang Zhuo, sorrows rose in his heart. A dozen of them had already died halfway along the way. In the past few years, he could encounter this kind of battle almost every day. All the way, the shadow of death became thicker and thicker. .
Several other cultivating nations in the surrounding areas have been lost, or destroyed, or become vassals of the immortal survivors. The third-level cultivating nation is not the main battlefield of the immortal survivors, but just a place where they cultivate low-level tribes' combat experience. .
The Suzaku Nation did not care too much about the third-level cultivation nation, but sent some early stage cultivators, but as the battle lasted, Suzaku Nation eventually pulled away all the envoys of the third-level cultivation nation and gave up. The third-level comprehension country.
In the eyes of Zhuque Country, the Yuan Ying monk in this battlefield is really insignificant.
Wang Zhuo smiled tragically and watched the death of another of the same family next to him, and looked at the four immortal bereaved people of the other side. He clearly possessed the cultivation base equivalent to the late stage of the formation of alchemy, but he did not directly kill the killer, but chased all the way to tease. State.
At this moment, a meteor suddenly crossed the horizon, and bursts of unimaginable aura exuded from it. The four immortal survivors were shocked and looked at it immediately.
Almost instantly, the side of the meteor disappeared, and a man with long hair floating in white clothes, a few steps away, from far to near.
The complexions of the four immortal survivors suddenly changed, and the four of them immediately noticed that the white-clothed man possessed an aura that made them feel trembling, and this aura could only be possessed by spell masters in the clan with seven leaves or more.
"Infant change..." one of the immortal survivors said tremblingly, he exclaimed, and turned around without saying a word. It was expected that the three followed closely.
Wang Lin's eyes were cold, and he slapped the storage bag with his right hand. The mosquitoes flew out. Without waiting for Wang Lin's instructions, they roared. As soon as lightning caught up with the four people, the screams and screams echoed. The four people suddenly died tragically. Delicacy of mosquitoes.
This scene happened so quickly that it stunned Wang Zhuo and others.
Wang Lin turned around, looked at Wang Zhuo, and smiled lightly: "Wang Zhuo, do you know me?"
"Senior... You... It's you..." Wang Zhuo was taken aback, and immediately recognized that Wang Lin was the person who transformed the gods in Hengyue Mountain back then.
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years. You have reached the late stage of the formation of alchemy. Congratulations. That's all, I will help you once and help you to form babies!" Then, Wang Lin clicked his right hand and pressed the king in the air. Zhuo's eyebrows.
The seal in Wang Zhuo's mind was immediately dissipated, and the memory of his previous life seemed to flood him like a flood. His body shook and his whole person passed out into a coma.
Wang Lin glanced indifferently at Wang Zhuo's other acquaintances. These human divisions were all cultivated in the early stage of alchemy formation, and there was only one person in the later stage of alchemy formation. In this person, there was a spirit seed left by Wang Lin back then.
"Where are you going?" Wang Lin asked. The person with the spirit seed was an old man. Under Wang Lin's glance, he immediately trembled and said quickly: "More than a dozen juniors were ordered to help the neighboring country. Unfortunately, the neighboring country has fallen behind the immortal clan. Waiting all the way back, ready to rush back to Zhao Country."
Wang Lin slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a jade slip appeared in his hand, leaving a trace of artistic conception, still to the old man, and said flatly: "Hold this thing, you can safely return to the country of Zhao, go."
If the old man gets the most precious treasure, he will continue to edit in excitement. In his opinion, this thing is his life.
Wang Lin waved his right hand, grabbed Wang Zhuo in the air, and disappeared in place in a flash.
The old man took a deep breath and respectfully bowed to the place where Wang Lin had disappeared. He was sincere and sincere, without any distracting thoughts.
"Uncle Master, who is that senior?" a middle-aged man next to him asked cautiously.
The old man's eyes showed reminiscence, and he whispered softly: "That's my country Zhao, the only monk who transforms into a god."
"Monster Huashen... Is he from Zhao country?" The middle-aged man took a breath.
"Hehe, you should have heard of his name..." The old man moved and flew away, and the other fellows immediately followed.
"Wang Lin, his name is Wang Lin!"
"Wang Lin!" As soon as the word came out, together with the other fellows including the big man, their body shook suddenly, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.
In the Zhao State cultivation world, the name Wang Lin represents the monstrous evil spirit and represents a catastrophe of the past.
On that day, the blood flowed into a river, and the land of Zhao State was stained red with blood. All of this was unforgettable for everyone.
Today, the catastrophe of the Fuji family is still circulated in the Zhao Kingdom cultivation world, and is always remembered in the heart, and has even become the lifelong pursuit of many young monks.
On a mountain peak, Wang Zhuo slowly awakened. The moment he opened his eyes, he showed a trace of dazedness. This dazedness slowly dissipated. In the end, his gaze calmed down and looked at the white figure standing aside in the wind.
"Wang Lin..." A bitter voice came from Wang Zhuo's mouth.
"Wang Zhuo." Wang Lin turned around and looked back with a smile.
Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin, the memories of his previous life echoed in his mind one by one, and finally froze the scene where his wife died in his arms in the previous life, and then he sighed lightly. "thanks… "
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "The people of the former royal family, now only you and me are left, why bother to say thanks..."
"You... what is your cultivation base now, but when it comes to Yingbian?" Wang Zhuo hesitated and asked.
"The infant change has not yet been reached." Wang Lin looked into the distance.
"Time flies quickly, and I still remember that you and I who were sent in Hengqiu back then... alas..." Wang Zhuo sighed lightly.
"Wang Zhuo, in recent years, what has happened on Vermilion Star, why did the immortal survivors appear?" Wang Lin asked with a flash of eyes.
Wang Zhuo was taken aback, and said, "You don't know?"
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I have not been on Vermilion Star in the past seven years."
Wang Zhuo's heart trembled, and Wang Lin's words were an understatement, which could be heard in his ears, but it was totally different.
Not in Vermilion Star... This Wang Lin's cultivation base can break through the void...
Wang Zhuo took a deep breath, telling one by one what he had known recently.
Wang Lin's expression was always calm, but in his heart, there was a big wave, the immortal survivors invaded, and almost most of the third-level cultivation country fell.
The fourth-level comprehension country was not guaranteed, and Vermilion star resisted with all his might, but he still retreated steadily.
The corpse Yinzong stepped forward to help the immortal bereaved family. There are five in the fourth-level cultivation state, and they betrayed one after another.
The entire Vermilion Star, the immortal family has already occupied half of the position.
"According to the rumors, the identities of the nine people sent out by the immortal surviving clan that year have now revealed five of them. There are four remaining. No one knows who they are. They only know that they must be living in the fifth-level cultivation country. Very high position." Wang Zhuo said slowly.
Wang Lin was silent. He did not expect that such a big change would happen in just a few years.
"Soul Refining Sect..." Wang Lin took a deep breath, and he wanted to return to the Soul Refining Sect immediately to see if there were changes in the Soul Refining Sect.
Most of the things that Wang Zhuo knew were rumors, not true, and did not know about the Soul Refining Sect.
"Wang Lin, can you go back to the country of Zhao to solve the danger of the country of Zhao..." Wang Zhuo was silent for a little while and said slowly.
"Furthermore, my royal family seems to exist like descendants. I have been secretly taking care of them over the years. I hope that mortals will not be implicated in this war. However, when I was helping in the war in a neighboring country, I heard that the immortal family was looking for those who had possessions. The child of Linggen, I am worried that if the descendants of the Wang family have children of Linggen, they will be noticed by the immortal survivors. Unfortunately, I haven't returned for many years. I don't know if there are people with spiritual roots."
Suzaku star, Zhao Guo, rainy night.
Outside the capital of Zhao Guo's mortal world, a carriage galloped along.
"Drive, drive!" A big bald man, sitting in front of the carriage, waving the whip in his hand, shouted, his expression anxious, and sometimes turned his head to look behind him.
The horse was sore from the whip and made a long hiss, faster.
"Mother, where are we going?" A child's immature voice came from inside the carriage.
"Mother takes to the ancestral house. Only where is Yu'er safe." The answer to the child was a gentle and pleasant voice, and there was also a hint of anxiety in this voice.
"Mother, I accompanied the third prince to study yesterday. He told me that Zhao Guo is very dangerous now... It seems that someone is fighting with those immortals. Mother, is that right?" The child named Yu'er continued.
"Yu'er, rest, don't ask so much." A man's deep voice came from inside the carriage.
Inside the carriage, there were three people, a husband and a wife and a child. The woman was dressed in palace costumes and looked quite moving. A beauty mole on the corner of her mouth was even more graceful.
The man was dressed in a python robe, with a majestic appearance and no anger or prestige. He was obviously in a high position all year round, and he naturally had a temperament.
As for the child, he was six or seven years old, his face was reddish, and he was as cute as a pink jade.
There was silence in the carriage. Only the shout of the big bald man outside the car came from time to time, and then there was the ticking sound of fishery raindrops on the car porch.
Yuer obediently won, Xu Shi was sleepy, lying in the woman's arms, and gradually fell asleep.
"Master, Yu'er..." The woman in the carriage, her eyes flushed, could not speak.
The man sighed and slowly said: "The immortals in the capital have already left one by one, returning to their respective schools to fight, and the foreigners who invaded Zhao are powerful. As far as I know, the current Zhao Guo’s Those immortals have already been defeated, all gathered in one place."
The woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at the child in her arms, and whispered: "Those people, why are you looking for these little children..."
The man took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "Last night I learned from a secret conversation with the emperor that these people are looking for children who are qualified to cultivate immortality. I am afraid that they have a great plan. Alas, if the great grandfather is there, it will be fine."