A faint scream came from far behind him, followed by a burst of extremely happy laughter. Although there was no words in this laughter, it was clear to Wang Lin's ears. In a word. "Someone played with me..."
Wang Lin's face was gloomy. He looked at a particle in his hand and swept his divine consciousness. There was resistance on it to organize divine consciousness to enter. Wang Lin frowned slightly, and the immortal power in his body was running. As the immortal consciousness, swept away, immediately broke the imprisonment on the particles, and directly fell into it.
At the moment when his divine sense entered the particle, a sound that resembled a fragmented mirror was transmitted to Wang Lin's brain. Then, a slight crack appeared on the particle, a cyan flame, which appeared in the palm of Wang Lin's hand. middle.
Looking at the flames, Wang Lin's body was shocked.
"Fate Soul!"
This is the life soul of a mortal, and it contains a trace of fire attributes. A person with this life soul cannot cultivate immortality, but can only be a mortal.
"In that scorched earth, everything is composed of these particles, and every particle is a life soul. In it, it should be all the life souls of mortals who cannot cultivate immortality. That child is a fusion of countless life souls. A unified spirit body... No wonder the power of the fairy sword cannot be destroyed."
Wang Lin's complexion became more gloomy. He looked at the cyan spark and put it into the particle. As the life soul entered the particle, the cracks on the particle immediately gathered and recovered.
With a wave of his right hand forward, the particle was free of restraints, and immediately flew out in a flash, and galloped toward the scorched earth in the distance.
"Situ Nan once said that this fate soul is in the crystal of repairing stars. Why is it that now that she has just entered this place, he has encountered the fate soul... My fate soul, will it also be in this kind of organism..."
Wang Lin frowned and flew forward.
The tomb of Suzaku was too big, and after far away from the scorched earth, Wang Lin swiftly all the way, spotted one direction, and galloped away.
The topography of the Suzaku Tomb is no different from the outside world. There are also mountains and waters. The spiritual power is also extremely strong. This richness is many times stronger than that of the outside world. Even the spiritual gathering formations of some sects often fail to reach it. This effect.
Three days later, Wang Lin's entire figure turned into a meteor, galloping at low altitude. He hadn't stopped for the past three days, and flew toward the depths at extremely fast speeds.
However, for three days, although Wang Lin's consciousness has been dispersed, he has never found the edge. At this moment, he is flying on a plain. There are countless grasses and green patches growing on the plain. You can't see it at a glance. The end.
In three days, he had not seen a monk!
During the flight, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed and he turned to look behind him. However, seeing the sky in the distance, two long rainbows resembling lightning, roaring from there, a man, a woman, and two monks, and both of them saw Wang from a distance. Lin, have a meal right away.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his heart moved at will, covering his cultivation base, making it look like the monk who had just transformed into a god.
Two divine senses swept over, and after exploring Wang Lin, the two seemed relieved and flew towards Wang Lin slowly.
Hundreds of feet away from Wang Lin, the two stopped. They didn’t seem to be very old on the outside. The man was a young man with a green cedar. This cedar is a little shabby, and there are some places on it. There are even some bloodstains that have turned black, and on the sleeves of his clothes, there is a strange pattern, which is obviously a sign of a disciple of a certain sect.
As for the woman, it is a bit ugly. There are countless dense pits on this woman's face. If it is seen by mortals at night, she will definitely think it is a ghost.
Despite her unbeautiful appearance, the woman's stature is quite moving. She is wearing a very clean white robe. If she doesn't look at her face, she also has a charm.
The two of them stopped a few hundred feet away, and the young man clasped his fists to Wang Lin and said loudly: "Under Murong Yun, I don't know the name of fellow Daoist Gao?"
Wang Lin looked as usual and smiled and said, "Under Qingmu." The name Qingmu was used by Wang Lin when he first entered the Soul Refining Sect.
Wang Lin saw the cultivation base of the man and woman in front of him at a glance. The young man was in the middle stage of transforming gods. As for the woman, it was the early stage of transforming gods. The cultivation bases of these two people, outside the tomb of Suzaku, can be regarded as strong. However, in this tomb of Suzaku, especially after a lot of elimination, it seems a little weak.
The reason why they were able to enter here was obviously that they were in the Suzaku Kingdom when the Suzaku Tomb was opened, and they belonged to the earliest group. Otherwise, based on their cultivation bases, if they arrived after the Suzaku Tomb was opened for a few minutes, they definitely couldn't. It was his turn to enter.
Murong Yun carefully cast Wang Lin a few glances, and said, "The cultivation base of fellow Daoist, I'm afraid it was just transformed into a god?"
The woman next to this person looked at Wang Lin, showing a trace of coldness.
Wang Lin smiled slightly, and said, "Yes, I just turned my head in the next."
Murong Yun looked at Wang Lin cautiously. After he was sure that the other party was really in the early stage of transforming the gods, he secretly relieved and said: "Friends, this place is too dangerous, it's not as good as our company. As a result, there are too many people. , The certainty of retrieving the soul of life is also much greater."
Wang Lin groaned a little, and said, "Listening to the tone of fellow Daoists, it seems that you are more sure to retrieve the soul of life?" Wang Lin's eyes flashed as he spoke.
Murong Yun laughed and said, "You don’t know Daoist Aomu, here are the first batch of people to enter this place. I have seen how several eight-leaf curse masters from Dry Wind and Immortal Remnant Clan entered the tomb of the Vermillion Bird, if it weren’t for me. The cultivation base is not enough, and he must have entered the tomb of Suzaku at this moment."
"Oh?" Wang Lin smiled and said, "I don't know how Qianfeng and others entered?"
Murong Yun smiled mysteriously and said, "I can only tell Brother Qingmu that the place I entered is an altar. I saw them looking for a long time and finally entered from the altar, but the place where the altar was It's remote and dangerous. We will wait for more people and go there together, and we will have a lot more confidence."
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, he glanced at this person, smiled and nodded.
"Don't talk nonsense, let's go!" During the conversation between the two, the woman next to Murong Yun said coldly. After speaking, she moved and flew forward.
Murong Yun glanced at the woman's back and shook his head regretfully: "Looking from the back, she is a beautiful woman, it's a pity..."
With that said, he gave Wang Lin a fist and got up to follow.
Wang Lin touched his chin. After the two of them, he slowly accompanied him. From time to time, he cast his gaze on Murong Yun, especially the patterns on the sleeves of this person and the black blood stains for a long time. , His eyes show a pensive color.
"Friend Murong, I don't know where the altar is, what is the danger?" Wang Lin said flatly during the flight.
A trace of fear flashed in Murongyun's eyes, and he took a deep breath and said, "I just saw from a distance, several eight-leaf spell masters of the immortal survivor clan, three died there! In addition, as for the monks, two infants grew old. Weird, they died there too, until they died, I didn't see any enemies."
Wang Lin showed a smile that was not a smile, with a hint of sarcasm, and said: "Friend Murong Daoist is lucky."
Murong Yun was startled, and then smiled bitterly: "I am a long distance away, coupled with a fast running, everything is not affected, but I can be sure that there must be a powerful existence there, it is very dangerous, we must Only with more people can it be possible to enter."
Wang Lin glanced at Murong Yun, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stopped talking.
Murong Yun's heart sank, and he took a closer look at Wang Lin again, turned around, and continued flying.
The three of them were very fast, headed by the ugly woman, traversing the plain. At noon the next day, the woman had a meal during the flight, looked into the distance, and said coldly: "There is a person ahead!"
She had just finished speaking, but she saw a sword light in the distance, sweeping like the sky, and when the sword light brought the strong sword energy into her body, suddenly a icy air enveloped the surroundings.
I saw a white flying sword whizzing, and there was a person standing on the sword. This person was an old man, dressed in gray, with gray hair, but his eyes looked like lightning. His face was gloomy at this moment, and he sometimes looked back behind him.
Wang Lin's gaze was like a torch, and he saw the strangeness at a glance. Behind the old man, a twisted and shuttled lightning was chasing frantically. This lightning seemed to possess spirituality, like a silver flood dragon, chasing after him.
While galloping, the old man above the flying sword swept across Murong Yun and the three of them, and finally his eyes fell on Wang Lin with a soft sound.
This old man, Wang Lin had seen, was one of the sixteen Yingchang monks outside the passage under the Vermilion Bird Mountain. This person's cultivation was in the early stage of Yingchang.
He didn't stop, and quickly said: "Friends of Daoist, retreat quickly, this thing is weird!"
At this moment, Na Murong Yun casually glanced at the lightning that was chasing the old man. This glance was unremarkable, but the lightning trembled immediately, and a roar of dissatisfaction came from within, and then suddenly turned around. Flew back, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
This scene happened extremely quickly, if it hadn't been for Wang Lin to pay special attention to Murong Yun, he would definitely not be able to find its inner clues.
The lightning disappeared quickly, and the old man on the flying sword was also startled. He stopped and looked behind him. After a while, his brows were frowned.
Murong Yun stepped forward a few feet, respectfully clasping his fist and said: "Junior Murong Yun, see Senior."
The old man raised his head and glanced at Murong Yun coldly, without saying a word, but instead turned his gaze to Wang Lin, clasped his fist and said, "Friend Zeng, thank you!"
Wang Lin smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "It's not Zeng."
The old man's eyes flickered, and he smiled: "Don't talk about it, in the Mo Yunhai, can Fellow Daoist Zeng have a clue to enter this place?"