All the cultivators of Tiandaozong were extremely excited at this moment, and they raised their heads to look at Wang Lin with zealous and respectful gazes.
The gray-haired old man in Tiandao Sect walked out of the crowd at this moment, bowed deeply to Wang Lin, and respectfully said: "Junior Tiandao Sect Chen Fengxiao, see the ancestor."
"See Master!" The old man's voice just fell. Suddenly, all the brothers of the State of Zhao reverently said in unison at the same time, the voice was so loud that it spread far away.
"I am not the ancestor." Wang Lin said, shaking his head.
The old man took a deep breath and said respectfully: "Your old man is the ancestor of all the cultivators in our Zhao Kingdom. This point already existed when you turned into a god in the Heavenly Dao Sect two hundred years ago. Please don't refuse the ancestor. "
Wang Lin sighed lightly and glanced at the land of Zhao Kingdom. Here is where he was born and raised. In a blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed, and as the years have passed, sometimes he thinks back to the past, and he feels a sense of dusk in his heart.
"Master ancestor, if you are not in a hurry, please rest a few days in Tiandaozong and let me wait for the younger generation to pay respect." The color of fanatical reverence in the eyes of the old man is extremely strong.
Wang Lin pondered for a moment. At this time, Wang Zhuo sighed slightly and said, "Wang Lin, live in the country of Zhao for a few days, don't you want to see the descendants of your uncle now..."
The old man was startled and looked at Wang Zhuo a few times. Wang Zhuo is a gifted disciple in the Heavenly Dao Sect. He admits to knowing him, but at the moment the other party’s speech is a bit strange. From this look, the old man suddenly found something wrong. Although Wang Zhuo looks the same as usual, But in his eyes, there is no longer the feeling of a disciple of the Tiandao Sect, but a color of vicissitudes.
Wang Zhuo smiled at the old man, whispering a few words in his ear, the old man trembled suddenly after listening. I looked at Wang Lin with a look of disbelief, and finally confirmed that Wang Zhuoyin's words could not be false, so he smiled bitterly and said respectfully: "See Master..."
"Chen Fengxiao, you were the disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect that I personally brought back then. Back then, you were still a weak young man. After so many years, things have gone through vicissitudes of life..." Wang Zhuo sighed lightly.
Chen Fengxiao nodded bitterly, and for a while, he was still in a trance.
Wang Lin lives in Tiandaozong.
The monks of the Zhao Kingdom, except for the heads of some sects, all scattered and returned to their respective sects.
In the Heavenly Dao Sect, Wang Lin preached for all the alchemy cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom. With his insight, he let all the alchemy cultivators leave a shadow of the Tao, making them, the possibility of forming babies in this body is unlimited. Growth.
Similarly, for the few Nascent Soul monks, Wang Lin did not hesitate to use the experience of transforming gods. Give them some advice to make them. No longer confused about the god of transformation, but saw its face clearly.
Three days later, Wang Lin and Wang Zhuo left the Tiandaozong. Before leaving, he arranged a powerful formation for the Tiandaozong. Under this formation, all the cultivators of the gods can be isolated, only the Yingchang cultivation base. It can be cracked.
For a third-level cultivation nation, this kind of formation is unique. For half, only the sects of the fifth-level cultivation nation will have a stronger mountain protection formation than this formation.
Having done the last thing for Zhao Guo, Wang Lin no longer has any attachments to the place where he was born and raised him. Wang Lin went to Kyoto and silently glanced at the descendants of the Wang family.
Then in the old ancestral house, I saw Yu'er's family of three. Yu'er's cuteness reminded him of Daniel and Zhou Ru when he was a child, and he was quite moved.
Wang Zhuo accepted Yu'er and taught him how to cultivate immortals.
Before Wang Lin left, he took away the extreme realm of the jade slip from the ancestral house and filled it with a piece of spiritual knowledge.
Wang Zhuo did not return to the Heavenly Dao Sect, but lived in the Wang family. His 200-year-old Wang Lin used magical powers to infiltrate a pregnant woman in the Wang family. He was born in the Wang family in his previous and present lives, and his feelings naturally surpassed that of Wang Lin.
He intends to use the time of this life to guard the descendants of the Wang family.
This is the end of Zhao's affairs.
But Wang Lin still had a distracting thought in his heart. That is the old Hengyue school. After all, this faction was the cradle of Xiuxian in his life. Before leaving the country of Zhao, Wang Lin was going to take a look.
He swept away his spiritual sense, and all the caves and caves of all mountains, large and small, all appeared in his mind within the territory of Zhao Kingdom. With a move, he disappeared in place.
According to memory, Wang Lin appeared in a place called Elephant Snake Mountain in Zhao State.
With a complicated gaze, Wang Lin looked around. Here, there was a formation. With a wave of his right hand, he did not break the formation, but went straight through and entered the interior of the Elephant Snake Mountain.
Inside, there was a huge cave. Wang Lin entered the cave, and his eyes were covered with dust.
This place has been uninhabited for a long time.
Only in the hall of the cave mansion, there were three characters full of vicissitudes inscribed on a huge jade stone.
"Hengyue faction!"
Wang Lin sighed lightly, stepped forward to wipe the dust off the jade, looked at the thing, and remained silent for a long time.
After a short while, Wang Lin swept away his spiritual consciousness, and walked to the side of the stone chamber, breaking the restriction of the door of the stone chamber. Shown in front of him are rows of shelves. There were some jade slips scattered on it, emitting a faint light.
In the corner on the side, there is a pair of bones.
The skeleton was knee-shaped, without any cracks in it, and no traces of injuries during his lifetime. Obviously, it was the end of his life, and he died of old age.
The right index finger of this skeleton points to the ground.
Wang Lin stepped forward, wiped the dust off the ground, and saw a row of handwriting.
"Hengyue School, perish by itself, ashamed of the ancestor... Ashamed of the ancestor..."
Wang Lin was silent, stepped back, bowed respectfully to the skeleton, and said softly: "Disciple Wang Lin, see senior..."
With a light sigh, Wang Lin turned around and walked towards the jade slips, picked them up one by one, and penetrated in with his spiritual sense. Finally, on one of the jade slips, he stopped.
"The old man is stupid and inadequate in cultivating immortality. In this life, he only has strange thoughts about the sword, as if he lives for the sword all his life. But for some reason, any sword touched by the gods will shatter after a breath, and it will not fall outside...
The word "waste" is talking about old man. If you can't control the sword with God's consciousness, you can't use it to fight, and you are ashamed of your teacher.
After eighty years old, the old man suddenly had a dream, in which I was the soul of a sword, sweeping the world and howling Kyushu. Regarded as the supreme among the swords.
After waking up, the sword of the dream echoed in the old man's mind. For a long time, it seems that that was the pursuit of the old man in his life, and that was the old man’s past life... I resolutely gave up on the foundation and turned to the sword. I want to forge that sword!
This thought is extremely heavy, so heavy that the old man seems to be incapable of being in a demon. All his mind is placed on it. I must cast the sword of the dream!
After ten years, the old man even bowed his knees in humility to ask for the world's strange stones and iron, collected countless objects for casting swords, and successfully cast a few, but none of them felt like a dream. All were destroyed by the old man himself.
This year, the Hengyue faction suffered a catastrophe, a powerful enemy attacked, and its destruction was imminent.
In this life, the old man was born in Hengyue, and died in Hengyue. When he was in danger, the old man opened the furnace to cast the last time. Time is limited, this time. The old man gave up the wonders of time, made pure iron, and soon he forged a big sword.
There was God's will in the dark, this sword was released, and the old man suddenly felt his heart and melted the gold. Smear it on the sword, and the sword immediately gleamed with gold.
Looking at this sword, the feeling in the old man's dream came suddenly, as if his body was out of control, picking up this sword, at that moment, I seemed to be back in my dream. Become the soul of that sword.
It is this feeling that I gave this sword the name Jufu. Although this name is popular, it is what I think in my heart.
Holding this sword, the old man's entire mind seemed to disappear, merged into the sword, rushed out of the casting place, and solved the disaster of my Hengyue faction. Then, the old man died with a smile, leaving a sword tactic, which was stored in the rich. , Hope that the destined disciples of later generations, treat this sword kindly. "
Wang Lin put down the jade slip, closed his eyes, and his heart was shaking. The reason why he came here was to look at Hengyue in the past. Although it was his goal, it was also one of his goals to find the source of his great wealth.
"Previous life sword soul... This huge wealth is no different from the fairy sword. Could it be that this senior's soul contains a trace of the sword soul that the fairy sword collapsed back then..."
Wang Lin opened his eyes and his eyes flickered.
He lingered a little, disappeared, and left the place.
When he appeared, he was outside the Cassia Valley. This is the place where his storage bag was broken in the past, and the scabbard of the year was obtained by searching for it in the cracks in the space.
Tore open a space crack, Wang Lin leaned forward and entered. This time, his goal was only one. That's a huge rich!
"This sword was made by Fan Tie. For five hundred years, I don't know if it still exists in the cracks in this space. Moreover, when the storage bag is broken, I don't know whether it will dissipate. It is a pity that it was not cultivated enough. The swordsmanship in the rich sword, otherwise..." Wang Lin sighed secretly, and the divine consciousness spread out in the cracks in the space, looking for them one by one.
Half a month later, Wang Lin frowned and walked out of the crack in the space. He found nothing.
"This sword is probably broken..."
"Go back to the Soul Refining Sect as soon as possible, look for a lot of immortal jade, and make an infant transformation!" Wang Lin's figure flashed. Disappeared in place, appeared in an ancient teleportation formation, and disappeared in Zhao Guo after opening.
To the west of Vermilion Star, there is a fourth-level comprehension home. This place has been occupied by the immortal survivors, and the domestic monks have become vassals of the immortal survivors. At this moment, there is a person standing outside the border, this person wearing a straw hat. The whole body is shrouded in golden light.
"Wang Lin, you are finally back. The moment you returned to Vermilion Star, Senior knew it. I hope you don't let him down." This person patted his storage bag, and there was a jade slip in his hand.
"You helped Zhou kill Li Yuanfeng and sealed the Snowland Country. I, Zhou Wutai, did not want to repay, so I gave this thing to you. This is the Liumei mood that Zhou had realized at the cost of life and death. I hope you can. As the predecessors expected, swallow the Dao Heart of Liu Mei to achieve the Suzaku's power!"
Taking a step, he disappeared in place.
In the northern part of Pilu Kingdom of Suzaku Continent, in an ancient teleportation formation, Wang Lin's figure appeared while the halo rose up. He walked out of the teleportation formation, turned into a long rainbow, and went straight to the Soul Refining Sect.