: Condensation

Wang Lin looked at the horse. The horse was extremely windy and his eyes seemed to have spirituality. Especially under the caress of Wang Lin's right hand, the horse actually narrowed his eyes and showed a very comfortable look.

This scene made Lu Xing stunned. This was the first time he saw it, and Ma actually had an expression.

Wang Lin pressed the horse's body with his left hand, flipped his body lightly, and put it on the horse's back.

Lu Xing hurriedly followed behind, chatting with Wang Lin, while looking at the carriage from time to time.

Wang Lin rode his horse, and his eyes were filled with mortals. A feeling that he had not had in a long time slowly reflected in his heart. At this moment, the spiritual power in his body actually started to activate automatically, and the spiritual power around him seemed to be attracted by it and surged quickly.

If a cultivator with great supernatural powers is here at this time, he will definitely be shocked to find that there was a thick red mist-shaped aura outside Wang Lin's body. This aura was extremely strong, but it did not leak out, but condensed around Wang Lin's body and did not dissipate for a long time.

Not to mention mortals, even most monks cannot see this red substance. It is the murderous aura produced by Wang Lin's murders over the past four hundred years. Over time, this murderous aura gradually turns into a hostile aura. In the end, as more and more people are killed, after a change, it becomes a murderous aura that is frightened by any monk!

Once this evil spirit can be used independently, it will have the effect of a magical power of defeating the enemy without fighting. Even when refining some magic weapons, if some are mixed, the power of its magic weapons will definitely increase greatly.

The breeze blew, sweeping through Wang Lin's hair. He involuntarily took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed with bright light. He could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be undergoing a wonderful change. Although this change was meager, it contained some magical power.

At this time, a small part of the red evil aura around Wang Lin's body actually loosened slightly, turning into a trace of red aura, drilling into Wang Lin's body, and fusing with his spiritual power.

Gradually, as the convoy slowly walked, more and more spiritual power emerged around him. Under such numerous spiritual powers, all the horses neighed.

Even those mortal warriors had bright eyes. For some reason, a warm breath rose from their bodies, which was extremely comfortable.

After a long time, Wang Lin's spiritual power gradually subsided, and the spiritual energy around him slowly dissipated. The mortal warriors were awake one by one, all with strange eyes. After talking softly, they were surprised by the phenomenon just now.

As the convoy moved forward, night fell, all the convoys circled and stationed beside the official road.

Some women walked off the carriage and began to prepare food in a whisper. Some of them sometimes turned their beautiful eyes to Wang Lin, laughing at each other and saying something.

In fact, it is no wonder that these female relatives looked at Wang Lin. At this time, Wang Lin was filled with an unspeakable charm in their eyes. Although he looked ordinary, he had a flowing aura.

Wang Lin leaned beneath a big tree, looking at the sky gradually darkening, and his mood was peaceful that had never been seen in four hundred years. The starry sky was bright, and light shining on the earth, but Wang Lin knew that every light spot in this starry sky was actually a planet.

This is a heritage from ancient gods' memories. In his memory, Tu Si often looked at the sky like this before when he did not cross the starry sky.

The calmness of his mentality caused the spiritual power around Wang Lin's body to slowly emerge again, but Wang Lin did not pay attention to the spiritual power at this time. For the first time, he felt the red substance outside his body.

This red substance disappeared slightly as his mentality calmed down. Wang Lin was silent for a little. He knew that if he kept calming down like this, all the red substances outside his body would disappear in a few years.

Wang Lin had some sense of this red substance before, but in fact, he saw it with his own eyes that this was indeed the first time. He knew that these were caused by his killings over the past four hundred years. Although dissipating these substances may be helpful to transforming the gods, Wang Lin felt it was a pity.

He pondered for a moment, and as he thought, the red substance outside his body suddenly boiled and slowly condensed, but after finally reducing by one tenth, he could not condense again no matter what.

Wang Lin took a deep breath. Just as he was about to try again, his expression moved and he looked up at the direction of the female relatives in the distance. He saw a young girl in her decades, wearing a big red flower jacket, holding a bacon and a wine pot in her hand, walking towards him slowly.

The fragrant wind blew on his face, and soon the woman came close to her, put the food aside, looked at Wang Lin with curiosity, and said in a pretty voice: "Thank you."

This woman was the maid sitting in the carriage with the lady in the daytime. Wang Lin smiled slightly, picked up the wine pot, swept his senses, and all the ingredients were in his eyes. Then he put them beside his mouth and took a sip.

A bitter feeling suddenly rose from his belly. In the past four hundred years, this was the few times Wang Lin drank. He clearly remembered that when he had not yet cultivated immortality, his father would take out the wine when he went home.

Whenever that happened, Wang Lin would secretly take a sip or two, then blush his face and smile at his father and uncle.

With a feeling of melancholy, Wang Lin took a big sip again.

The girl opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but at this time, someone called her not far away. The girl responded, looked at Wang Lin with beautiful big eyes, and turned around and walked away.

With Wang Lin's cultivation level, he had reached the realm of fasting. The food of mortals was not attractive to him. The bacon was kept in place. He did not move, but the wine aroused his mood. As he drank, he finished drinking the whole pot.

At night, the strong men in the escort convoy lit a bonfire, bursts of laughter came from them, falling into Wang Lin's ears, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There were even some men, perhaps after drinking, their courage increased greatly, and they ran to some women to whisper to look for the courtship.

Seeing these scenes of mortals, Wang Lin thought of Li Muwan without realizing it.

At this time, Lu Xing came to Wang Lin with two pots of wine. After handing over a pot, he sat next to Wang Lin and smiled and said, "Brother, your leaves are indeed magical. My lady has already improved a lot. Come on, I'll give you a cup!"

As he said that, his wine pot tilted and filled the cup, but found that Wang Lin didn't use the cup at all, but took the wine pot and took a big sip. He was stunned and laughed. After drinking the water in the cup, he imitated Wang Lin to pick up the wine pot and took a big sip.

"Didn't you say that the maid is sick before? Why is it becoming a lady now?" Wang Lin looked at the man in front of him with a smile.

Old Lu Xing blushed, he patted his thighs awkwardly, and said, "Brother, this is wrong with me. In this way, if you encounter any trouble when you arrive in the capital, come to Tiannan Shopping to find me. As long as it is within Lu's ability, you will never frown!"

Wang Lin smiled silently, not saying anything, but slowly savoring the taste of the water and wine.

Lu Xing glanced at an empty pot on the ground, then looked at the wine pot that was left in Wang Lin's hand, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "Young man is so drunk. The night is long and it's boring to sit. Why not compete with my brothers?"

Wang Lin subconsciously wanted to refuse, but then he thought about it and smiled slightly and nodded.

As Lu Xing came to the bonfire, several men were talking and laughing loudly around the bonfire, talking about interesting things he had seen in the past. Lu Xing stepped forward and kicked one of the strong men who was talking and laughed and scolded: "Wang Laowu, Xiao Taohong from Qingfenlou, I have heard you talk about it countless times. Isn't it just her that serves you so comfortable? Forget it, I'll go and visit it when I go back this time to see if you brag."

The strong man surnamed Wang moved two positions to the side and said with a smile: "Go, you'll do it quickly anyway. When you're done, it's time for me to go again."

As soon as these words came out, the men around him laughed and said a few words, and sat down. Wang Lin sat casually in his seat. Looking at the mortals in front of him, he felt quite emotional. Although these people's lives are extremely fragile, it is not even exaggerated to say that they can die thousands of times just by blowing a breath, but these people's happiness is far from as much as they are.

That night, Wang Lin drank a lot of wine. Although he didn't say much, the men gradually became familiar with him and laughed and fought with each other. Later, some bold and generous female relatives also participated, among which the maid who delivered food to Wang Lin was among them. However, she had been sitting next to Wang Lin, and her beautiful eyes were often placed on Wang Lin. Under the reflection of the bonfire, there was a bright light, and she didn't know what she wanted to write in her heart.

It was not until the early morning that they all fell asleep drunk one by one. The women returned to the carriage and fell asleep in harmony.

Except for some people in charge of guards in the distance, the entire convoy was silent. Although there were sometimes a sound of wood burning sounds in the bonfire, this sound not only did not affect rest, but seemed to have some magical effect, making people sleep sweeter.

Wang Lin stood up, came to the big tree not far away, sat and leaned on it, and a sense of peace appeared in his heart. At the moment just now, he forgot that he was a cultivator, but had truly become a mortal.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and looked inward, and suddenly realized that the cultivation level in his body had at some point that had broken through the early stage of the Nascent Soul and reached the middle stage. Although he was already at the peak of the early stage before and could break through at any time, he did not expect that it would be so fast.
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