After the battle between Wang Lin and Hongdie, the name Zeng Niu had a greater reputation. The magic weapon he used was seen by the envoys of the Cultivation Kingdom outside the battlefield, secretly remembered it, and after returning to their respective Cultivation Kingdoms, it was spread.

Whether it is the forbidden banner, sword, or magic chariot, it suddenly became the focus of discussion among most monks of the entire Suzaku Star.

The name Zeng Niu has been praised as the first person in the Suzaku Star Infant period.

At the same time, a sound was heard from Zhuque Mountain. The Red Butterfly will be in seclusion for more than a hundred years and comprehend the breakthrough of the Infant Transformation. No one doubts anything about this. After all, Red Butterfly has understood something in the battle, and seclusion is inevitable.

However, after this series of things slowly passed, Zeng Niu disappeared!

No one knew where he went, but he knew that Zeng Niu disappeared without a trace on his way to Zhuque Mountain.

This incident immediately caused a huge storm. On Zhuque Mountain, the old man with the title of Zhuque came out of his brief retreat and looked at the far north of the Zhuque Continent.

Three days ago, there was a fluctuation of the collision of immortal powers. Obviously, it was caused by two cultivators in the infant transformation stage who were fighting with immortal powers.

In addition, he also felt the troll clan's innate magical powers.

Although Zhuque's cultivation is high, he is not a god. He can know everything in advance. However, based on the huge and complicated context of Zhuque Kingdom, he learned about Zeng Niu's incident this time, which was done by Xueyu Kingdom and participated by the trolls.

However, he could not find out the identity of another infant monk.

In addition, under his spiritual sense, he could only check Wang Lin's traces slightly, but he could not find them accurately. This surprised him a little.

He judged that Wang Lin must have been seriously injured, causing the collapse of the soul, so he was unable to accurately find where he was.

However, in his eyes, Wang Lin was just a furnace of Liu Mei, which was both important and not important.

"Liu Mei, go to the north of the Zhuque Continent, Wang Lin, right there..." The old man left a message to Liu Mei and went into seclusion again.

The Snow Country's behavior went against his will and there will be danger in the future.

The figure of Liu Mei floated down from Zhuque Mountain, with a beautiful geese turning into a stream of light and floating towards the northern part of Zhuque Continent.

At this moment, on a cliff on Zhuque Mountain, a woman covered in red gauze stared blankly into the distance, her eyes were empty and she had no vitality.

At her feet, a bright red flower was blooming. When the mountain wind blew, the flowers trembled slightly, as if they could wither at any time, but it was full of tenacity and struggled to bloom.

Qian Feng's figure appeared behind the woman in Hongsha. With his right hand, the flowers under the woman's feet immediately collapsed and disappeared into ashes.

"Rebroken, I know you still have a trace of soul hidden, but in my Qianfeng's hands, there will never be a second purple core!" Qianfeng's right hand patted the woman in red veil's face and smiled evilly.

One month later.

In the northern part of the Suzaku Continent, in a mountain village, a young man in a coarse cloth jacket sat on the big rock at the entrance of the village. His face was filled with shocking scars, looking extremely ugly, and his eyes were dull.

He looked into the distance, his eyes had no focus, only a piece of darkness and confusion.

At the entrance of the village, villagers came and went by one after another. Every villager showed disgust on his face when he passed by the young man.

Regarding all this, the young man's expression did not change at all, he just sat quietly and stared in a daze in the distance.

Not long after, a girl wearing a floral top and a white dress embroidered with big red flowers came over, and behind her was a local dog that looked like a calf.

The girl is only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a white face and big eyes.

"Ugly mute, my father asked me to ask you to go back for dinner!" The girl shouted three meters away from the young man.

The young man turned his head, glanced at the girl, and stood up. Perhaps because he had been sitting for a long time, his legs were a little sore and almost fell down when he stood up, which immediately caused the girl to laugh.

"Muzi, hurry up, I'm hungry!" The girl turned around and walked towards the village. The native dog beside her immediately followed and ran in front, as if she was leading the way.

The young man followed silently, looking at the surrounding villages, his eyes getting stronger.

In a fenced yard in the village, a middle-aged man was sitting at a small table. He was wearing a simple dress and his blue long gown was washed a little white.

On the ground in the yard, there were some herbs, and the fragrance of medicine was blown away by the wind and immediately dispersed.

The girl jumped and ran in, sat next to the man, and said softly: "Dad, I called the mute back."

The man frowned, glared at his daughter, and shouted, "No big or small, call him uncle!"

The girl stretched out her tongue and did not speak, but ran into the house and helped her mother get the food.

The man stood up, looked at the young man, and said apologetically: "Brother, don't mind, Erya is used to wildness. Come on, I'll show you how well your body is recovering."

The young man nodded, sat next to the man, stretched out his right arm, and saw that his entire right arm was extremely thin, as if it was skinny.

The man pressed his hand on it, closed his eyes and pondered. After a while, his eyes showed joy and said, "Brother, your injury has recovered well. I will give you a few more medicines to nourish your body well, and it will be fine."

The young man was silent and nodded.

When the middle-aged man saw the other person like this, he sighed inwardly. The person in front of him was met when he went to the mountains to collect herbs a month ago. At that time, this person was on the verge of death. He carried the person back home and treated him according to the idea of ​​the doctor's parents.

This person was seriously injured, with five internal organs displaced and many damages. He was not sure to save him and could only do his destiny. However, this person's body was extremely wonderful. He actually improved himself ten days later and woke up.

However, after this person woke up, he couldn't speak and was a mute.

At this time, a woman walked out of the room, and the girl followed her, and the two of them held some food on the table.

"Mom, I don't eat with the mute. He is so ugly that I can't eat it." The girl said with a pout.

"You!" The middle-aged man glared at his eyes, and the woman quickly stopped him, picked up some dishes in the girl's bowl, and said, "Erya, go to the room to eat."

The girl pouted and was about to speak, when the young man stood up with his bowl, trembling arms, walked out of the yard, sat down on a large bluestone outside, staring at the rice in his hand in a daze, and remained silent.

He is Wang Lin, who does not know where no one in the world of cultivation is.

He, who was once at the peak of his life, ended up like this at this moment. All of this is thanks to the trolls and the Snow Country.

Wang Lin trembled with his right hand, put down the bowl, and a trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth. His soul collapsed a month ago.

But this collapse did not disappear, but turned into fragments and remained in the body. As time passed, these remaining fragments were slowly dissipating.

His body was seriously injured, but by accident, a trace of spiritual power generated by the collapse of the soul repaired his body, and then it improved.

However, now he has lost all his spiritual power and has become a mortal. He is a little powerless even when he takes the bowl. He has no magical powers. At this moment, even a mortal can knock him to the ground with one punch.

What he didn't even expect was that because of the collapse of the soul, he was actually implicated and fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up.

This is bad news for Wang Lin!

If the deity is not asleep, you can come and pick him up. With the deity, you are looking for a place with sufficient spiritual power, breathe again, and have a day to recover, but now, all this has become a bubble.

He is not mute, he just doesn't want to speak.

The traces of tea on his face made him extremely ugly and shocking. In this mountain village, no one has ever had any concerns about him except the middle-aged man and his wife.

Without spiritual power, the storage bag naturally could not be opened. Now he has become a mortal. After a long time, Wang Lin sighed and ate the rice in the bowl for a few bites.

"Nine years later, Wan'er will encounter the way of reincarnation again, nine years..." Wang Lin swallowed the rice in his mouth, and a trace of firmness appeared in his eyes.

For the past month, he has been thinking about how to restore his cultivation.

As long as the seal and artistic conception are cracked, all this will naturally be understood, but Wang Lin is confused about how to crack it.

Late at night, Wang Lin was lying in the woodshed in the yard and gradually fell asleep. He was now extremely weak and had no strength.

The next morning, the middle-aged man carried a medicine frame and invited several hunters to go to the mountains to collect herbs.

Wang Lin opened his eyes, sat cross-legged in the woodshed, and meditated silently. After a while, he sighed secretly that there was no spiritual power in his body and he could not breathe at all. Unless he was forced to breathe in a place with extremely strong spiritual power, he could generate a trace of it in his body.

He shook his head bitterly, walked out of the woodshed, still weak.

At this moment, the girl also walked out of the room. When she saw Wang Lin, she pouted and said, "Ugly, mute, you have lived there for a month. When will you leave? My family is not a sanitary hall, so where can I eat so much rice for you?"

"Eya, how many times have your father told you that he wants to call you uncle!" The young woman walked out of the room and scolded her.

The girl snorted dissatisfiedly and said, "Scholar, come with me!" She said, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

The local dog rushed out of the corner of the yard, shook his tail and followed the girl.

The young woman's eyes swept over Wang Lin and said apologetically: "The child is ignorant, don't mind. Her father went up the mountain to collect herbs and said that you are weak and need some replenishment. You can live here with peace of mind. When will your body recover? It's not too late to leave."

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed. In the past half month, under the medicinal soup of the middle-aged man, Wang Lin gradually gained some strength. Late in the night of the day, Wang Lin walked out of the woodshed, looked at the residence where the middle-aged man was, remembered it in his heart, and turned around and walked out of the yard.
Chapter completed!