Chapter 1745: The Seven Spirits belong to!

Similar to the illusion of the colorful Taoist people, this time the illusion was led by clear water, and Wang Lin used the ghostly sail to display it, and then integrated into it himself, pursuing the truth hidden in the ancient times.

In this illusion, the sky was bloody and the earth was also brown, as if soaked in blood, emitting a pungent smell of blood. Perhaps the blood was too strong. As soon as it appeared here, Wang Lin immediately felt a silence lingering in his chest, as if his whole body was pressed by a big stone, and he couldn't breathe.

Looking around, Wang Lin saw fragments of corpses. The earth was full of corpses, and there were few intact, mostly broken limbs and broken arms.

There is still a vaguely complete head with eyes that still contain fear during their lifetime, and a vague figure in the pupils reflected by death.

It should be said that this is a mortal palace. It should be magnificent, but now it is stained with blood and becomes a palace of death.

A loud roar came from the distance, and a large amount of dust fog swept around. Wang Lin saw a palace collapse in the distance. In the collapse, a man in blood clasped an old man in a royal robe with his right hand, and his expression was cold and showed crazy murderous intent.

"The chaos that your clan brought to my whole family back then, today, the clear water is returned as much as possible!" The man pinched his right hand and banged, and the old man in the imperial robe exploded, and blood scattered on the man's body and face.

At the same time, hundreds of long rainbow sword lights suddenly appeared at the end of the sky. Hundreds of ancient monks came to step on swords. The whistling sound was shocking and approaching the sky above the palace in an instant.

But the moment they came, the man suddenly looked up, and a strange red light appeared in his eyes. The red light flashed out of the man's eyes, turning into a red lightning bolt roaring through the sky, directly penetrated through the bodies of monks.

In just a moment, the red lightning boomed, and the hundreds of monks suddenly trembled and suddenly collapsed.

"Extreme Realm..." Wang Lin murmured, he looked around, looked at the bloody man, and his eyes showed enlightenment.

"This is just the first illusion, in the Qingshui Kingdom back then..." Wang Lin raised his foot, stepped on the sticky blood on the ground, and walked towards the man.

Step by step, the blood dyed the earth red, and the blood radiated carried the hatred of clear water, and the richness could not be dispersed.

"If the sky is blocking me, I will destroy the sky. If the immortal is blocking me, I will kill the immortals!!" Qingshui looked up at the hundreds of monks who had collapsed in the sky, and a huge murderous slaughter rose up on him.

"I want to make the blood of the heaven and earth flow into a river, and I want to make all the sentient beings who are unfaithing me reincarnation and killing disaster!" Qingshui's voice echoed in the heaven and earth, revealing the madness of his mind.

As Wang Lin approached, he looked at Qingshui's back in blood, as if he saw himself at the Teng family back then. The back was extremely bleak and lonely. Although he was revenged, he had no happiness. Some were just sadness and melancholy, and the boredom and hatred for the sky, the earth, and all living beings and hatred!

"Senior Brother..." Wang Lin spoke softly.

The moment his words came out, Qingshui suddenly turned around, his bloody eyes contained ferociousness. He stared at Wang Lin, and was stared at by his eyes. Coupled with the bloody smell around him and the killing everywhere, if anyone else outside Wang Lin would be trembling at first glance, he would be unable to retreat.

But Wang Lin did not. The killing of clear water was so great. Wang Lin was also amazing. They were ultimately the same type of people!

This is why they have such deep friendship and the determination to die for the other party!

Qingshui's eyes full of killing could not shock Wang Lin. The eyes that Wang Lin saw were not just killing. In those eyes, Wang Lin saw pain, sorrow, and longing.

Just like myself who was revengeful of great revenge back then.

"This is a illusion, it is real and fake, but this is not our end. Senior brother, sit down and we enter the second illusion..." Wang Lin spoke softly and walked slowly towards Qingshui.

Qingshui was silent until Wang Lin walked to his side. He slowly closed his eyes, but two lines of tears flowed down. The tears washed the blood marks on his face out of the two lines, becoming turbid from the crystal clearness, dripping down his cheeks onto the ground, blending with blood.

"Sit down, okay?" Wang Lin stood in front of Qingshui, put his hands on Qingshui's shoulders, and spoke softly.

After a long time, Qingshui nodded, sat down slowly with bitterness, exhaled deeply, and opened her eyes.

"Wang Lin, is this just the first illusion..."

"Yes, it's just the first level." Wang Lin also sat cross-legged and looked at Qingshui.

"A very real illusion..." Qingshui murmured, looking around, and finally her eyes fell on a locust tree that had not been destroyed in the distant palace. The locust tree had existed for a long time and was struggling to survive in the dryness.

Looking at the tree, the killing in Qingshui's eyes slowly dissipated, and finally sighed softly.

"Enter the second level of fantasy."

Wang Lin made gestures with both hands, and suddenly stretched out to both sides. With his big sleeves swung, the world in the first illusion immediately twisted, and there was a more muffled roar, but a trace of black air floated out of the blood on the ground, and rotated from the countless broken limbs and arms.

In the end, all the existences in this first illusion land drifted out of black air. These black air quickly condensed together. In the sky above Wang Lin and Qingshui, the black air condensed into a huge grimace.

The ghost face roared silently and headed straight for the two of them to swallow.

At the moment of devouring, Wang Lin and Qingshui's minds roared again, as if a huge vortex appeared, completely pulling out their spiritual consciousness and souls, and rolling them into the vortex, heading to the eternal years!

The world has just opened, and in chaos, the core of this cave world is the center of the entire cave world, and there is the gate to the fairy gun here!

At this moment, in this core place, in the real mansion in this cave, the mouth of the heavenly way opened, swallowing Lian Daofei, and a loud roar spread throughout the cave world. It was at this time that Wang Lin transformed out.

This scene is exactly the same as seeing in the cracks of the sea of ​​clouds!

Lian Daofei's roar and roar whirls, the Heavenly Dao was seriously injured and collapsed, and dissipated during separation. At the same time, the colorful immortal master wearing a colorful Taoist robe had a sad expression, and his body slammed and collapsed and disintegrated!

His body was completely torn apart, and all the souls and souls in his body intertwined, turning into three souls and seven spirits. At the moment his body collapsed, it suddenly dissipated in all directions!

This time, unlike entering the illusion of the seven-color Taoist people, this time, Wang Lin took the initiative to perform it. He was the source of this illusion. Therefore, everything he saw was much clearer than the previous one!

The first thing he saw was the Seven Souls!

The seven-colored soul color is the colorful color, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The seven-colored souls of seven colors quickly dispersed and went to the place where reincarnation is!

One of the souls is a red color. This soul is the main killing, which contains the life of the Seven Colorful Immortal Lord. In addition to the Seven Colorful Spirit, there are countless unjust souls revolve. All of these unjust souls are killed by the Seven Colorful Spirit. At this moment, the body collapsed and the soul split, all of these unjust souls formed by him were swallowed and absorbed by the Red Spirit, turning into a dazzling red light, and heading straight to the starry sky in the distance.

In this soul, Wang Lin felt the breath of clear water. The moment the red soul dissipated in the starry sky and entered the cycle of reincarnation, Wang Lin saw that a vague figure condensed in that soul. That figure was... Qingshui!!

There is another soul, which is green. The blue light flashes, which contains the qualifications of the Seven Colorful Immortal Lord to cultivate immortals. If the Seven Colorful Immortal Lord can cultivate into an Immortal Lord and have the ability to cultivate Kongjie, his qualifications will inevitably be amazing, and he can be called a genius!

At this moment, the blue soul quickly disappeared, but on it, Wang Lin felt a breath that made him extremely familiar! This breath made Wang Lin's mind burst, making him almost breathe.

At the moment when the blue soul dissipated and was about to enter the cycle of reincarnation, Wang Lin saw the figure that appeared vaguely in the blue color. The figure was... Situ Nan!!

"No wonder Situ Nan's talent is so amazing, and his cultivation is changing all the time. It turns out that he is transformed by the talent of the Seven Colorful Immortal Lord!!" Wang Lin murmured, he saw the third soul!!

This third soul is orange. The orange light is soft, but there is a sense of righteousness in it. It is flashing at this moment, which is enough to make all those who are not upright in their minds tremble in this orange. That righteousness is the conscience that the colorful immortal master has more or less existed in his life!

This third soul transformed by conscience must be a lifelong righteousness. In order to protect a person, thing, or a thought, he will do whatever he wants, and no temptation can make him tempted!

When this soul dissipated in the cycle of reincarnation, Wang Lin was shocked to see that the vague figure inside was vaguely Qinglin!!

Qinglin is the Immortal Emperor of the Rain Realm and the Rain Realm. He has endured the temptations from the Palm Lord. Even if he is seriously injured and dying, he still has to protect the Rain Realm. This is transformed by the righteous spirit of his mind! All of this is because he is the third soul!!

There is also the fourth soul!

The fourth soul is yellow, and its light shines, reflecting the starry sky, and it can almost compete with the three souls outside the seven souls. Yellow represents the opportunity and luck of the seven-colored immortals in their life. People who reincarnate this soul must be lucky and jealous in their lives, and cannot be described!

Such a person is almost as good as the creation of heaven and earth. Wherever he goes, magic weapons must come automatically, and enemies he encounters will die suddenly on his own.
Chapter completed!