Chapter 271 Ten years of transformation into a god

The first person Wang Lin killed, to be precise, was his master Sun Dazhu!

He raised his fingers and fell down, and the wood chips flew down. Not long after, the wood carving was formed. The moment before Sun Dazhu died, the expression of despair and fear was completely displayed on the wood carving.

Looking at Sun Dazhu's wood carving, Wang Lin felt calm. If Sun Dazhu hadn't been greedy for the gourd on his body, he would never have ended up dying. The cycle of cause and effect will lead to life, and there will naturally be death.

The second one is a middle-aged man with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, his lips slightly thin, and he looks extremely mean. At this time, there was a flying sword on his right hand. The flying sword was covered with a cold light, and a silence of killing suddenly spread out.

He was killed by Wang Lin, the second person, Zhang Hu's army, and the disciple of Jimo!

On that day, this person had murderous intentions towards Wang Linxin, but in the end, he became the second soul in Wang Lin's hands.

After taking a look at the wood carving, Wang Lin put him aside and took out a wooden section again.

The third one is a young man. He is Teng Li who was chasing Wang Lin back then! When he thought of Teng Li, Wang Lin's mood became a little turbulent, but soon, he calmed down again.

Scenes of entanglement with Teng Li echoed in Wang Lin's mind. After a long time, his right fingertips formed a knife and galloped over a wooden section. After half a stick of incense, Teng Li's wood carving took shape.

This man is quite handsome, but a rebellious look emerges on his face. He clasps his right hand, his eyes are too long, and there is a deep greed. The corners of his mouth have even shown a sure smile.

However, this smile has become a thing of the past and has passed away in the distance. What has passed with this smile is the entire blood of the Teng Family.

One by one, the wood carvings were formed in Wang Lin's hands. After each carving, he placed them aside. Gradually, there were more and more wood carvings on the ground.

A trace of murderous aura gradually became richer from existence to absence. Every time there was one more wood carving, the murderous aura in the store would regain.

If a monk passes by this place at this time, he will clearly see that there is a layer of ice above the shop where Wang Lin is located, besides the wind and snow.

Wang Lin completely ignored this. He immersed himself in his memories and carved out all the dead souls that could be remembered one by one.

Gradually, Wang Lin had forgotten that he was carving. He was completely immersed in his memory and slowly emerged in his mind like he was looking at a stranger.

From the beginning of the young man who was young, he entered the Hengyue Sect. In the Hengyue Sect, he lacked talent and practiced slowly until Tianni Space. Finally, Situ Nan appeared, and Hengyue Sect was driven out by Xuandao Sect.

Then, he left the Hengyue Sect and practiced alone. Then he met Zhang Hu, killed Zhang Hu's master, and went to Tengjiacheng, but he didn't expect Teng Li to come.

So, I separated from Zhang Hu, and until now, I have never known Zhang Hu's life and death.

Teng Li's pursuit eventually died at his hands, and then the dispute began. The Si Yin Sect and Cassin Valley, at this time, a bolt from the blue completely changed his life.

The death of his parents and Fuji Huayuan's hideous expression made him eventually shatter his body. With the help of Situ Nan, he fled to the battlefield outside the territory.

So, there were four hundred years of killing. In order to improve his cultivation and to go back to take revenge, he did everything he could to improve his cultivation and make himself ruthless, ruthless, and even cold-blooded.

The Fire Burning Country, the Sea of ​​Demon Cultivation, and the Land of Ancient Gods, these scenes kept flashing through Wang Lin's mind. The order for the Hundred Days of Demons to Kill the Ten Thousand Demons was the one he killed the most besides the Teng Family.

As for the impression of Wang Lin in the ancient gods, especially Meng Tuozi and others, it can be said that it is unforgettable and unforgettable.

The years of the ancient god land were a transformation of his entire person. Both his mind and his body had undergone a complete transformation.

But the crisis is also huge, and if you are not careful, it will definitely be difficult to come out.

Later, in Chu State, he met Li Muwan again. After successfully making the baby, he had been looking forward to revenge that he had been looking forward to for four hundred years and finally began.

In Zhao State, all the bloodlines of the Teng family died at the hands of Wang Lin, and the cause and effect of this grudge was eliminated.

Wang Lin's hands never stopped. With his memories, wood carvings took shape quickly. His hands became faster and faster, and he could only see a afterimage.

The memory scenes in his mind were also getting faster and faster. Gradually, he saw that his life, life, birth, old age, sickness and death, and microcosm of life slowly merged into Wang Lin's mind.

After a long time, there were no more memories in his mind, some of which were just two words: life and death.

Life and death are a change in the way of reincarnation. This change, in Wang Lin's four hundred years of killing, he understood the meaning of death, and in his thirty years of transformation, he knew the meaning of life.

The moment when I realized the way of reincarnation before, although I failed in the end, I left a deep impression on him and artistic conception, as if I had broken a layer of paper, which gave Wang Lin this sudden enlightenment at this moment.

Just an enlightenment does not mean seeing through.

I can only say that Wang Lin's current state of mind has reached the level of being able to control his own cultivation. In the ancient world of cultivation, there is a saying that has a long history.

Seeing the mountains is the mountains, and seeing the water is the water.

This is how Wang Lin was at this time.

The moment he opened his eyes, there were countless wood carvings in the shop. A trace of evil light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. This gaze was quite similar to Tuosen, who was the ancient gods land at that time.

He quietly looked at the many wood carvings in front of him, and slowly raised his hands. Suddenly, these wood carvings suddenly trembled and condensed into his hands. Gradually, there were more and more wood carvings, but at this time, a black vortex appeared between Wang Lin's hands. Although the wood carvings fell one by one, the size of the black vortex had never changed at all.

All the wood carvings flew between Wang Lin's hands. When the last wood carving disappeared into the black vortex, Wang Lin looked at the vortex calmly. The storage bag on his waist suddenly opened automatically, and three evil blood balls inside flew out.

Integrated into the vortex, when the last blood ball entered the vortex, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly showed a strange light, and then his hands moved.

The black vortex quickly changed shapes under Wang Lin's waving his hands, and finally gradually became square and slowly solidified. After a long time, the black vortex gradually disappeared, and a black square seal appeared in front of Wang Lin.

This square seal is the size of a palm, and there is a portrait engraved on it, but this portrait has no appearance, and some are just a figure. This black seal contains all the killings that Wang Lin has been killing for four hundred years, and he is an external manifestation of the meaning of death.

Wang Lin pressed his right hand on the black seal, and suddenly, a feeling of blood dissolved in water surged into his heart. He took a deep breath, and the black seal gradually disappeared from his hands and merged into the Nascent Soul in his body.

Wang Lin was silent for a little while and looked at the shop that had lived in for more than 30 years. With a casual wave of his right hand, all the wood carvings in the shop disappeared.

Then, he opened the door to the store and walked out in the darkness of the wind and snow.

Wang Lin walked slowly on this street, the more wind and snow were.

His figure was still an old man who had just walked out of the shop, but with his footsteps and as he gradually walked towards the street intersection, his body gradually became taller, and the wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared. Finally, of course, the moment he stood at the street intersection, Wang Lin had successfully transformed from a mortal to a monk.

What he said was that he had not yet transformed into a god, but at this moment, he was closer to transforming into a god. He mastered the artistic conception of life and death and realized the way of heaven. Wang Lin could already sense that a feeling of his body as if he was about to fly gradually appeared inside and outside his body.

It seemed that there was a magical power in the dark, stretching out in the sky and pulling him upwards.

This feeling is a manifestation of his impending transformation into a god. At this time, he does not need to understand the way of heaven or feel the artistic conception. He just needs to find a place and quietly retreat for ten years to naturally reach the realm of transformation into a god.

Wang Lin stood at the intersection and looked back carefully at this street that was already empty. This old street where he had lived for more than 30 years, all the grass and trees here were reflected in Wang Lin's heart, and he felt a little reluctant.

After watching for a long time, he kept all this in mind. Wang Lin sighed lightly, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

The Four Sects Alliance is ten thousand miles away from a city in the south. There are a large number of mortals, simple cold-proof houses, and a large area of ​​them. Among them, there are many people living there.

All of them were mortals, big bulls, who were recruited to come here to clean the snow, lived in one of the houses.

The room with him was more than thirty people, which was not big, seemed quite crowded at this time. The big cow was lying on the bunk, looking at the roof with his eyes blankly.

He missed his wife, his son, and even more so Wang Lin.

Everything in the past disappeared in this snow disaster.

Before the snow disaster, he was still a member of the immortals and had his own shop. He also hired several shopkeepers. His son joined the immortal sect and became one of the immortals.

On that whole street, he can be said to be quite glorious.

His wife and he have always been in love with him, and their lives are in a good mood. He even planned to stop Uncle Wang from making wood carvings when he was older and serve him in his later years.

In his heart, the death of his parents made him regard Uncle Wang, who had watched him grow up, as his elder, but this heavy snow changed everything.
Chapter completed!