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A faint scream came from the distance behind him, followed by a burst of extremely happy laughter. Although the laughter was speechless, it clearly contained a sentence in Wang Lin's ears.

"Someone has played with me..."

Wang Lin's face was gloomy. He looked at a particle in his hand. The spiritual consciousness swept, and there was a resistance on it to prevent the spiritual consciousness from entering. Wang Lin frowned slightly, and the immortal power in his body was circulating. The immortal power immediately merged into the spiritual consciousness and turned into the immortal consciousness. After a sweep, the imprisonment on the particles was immediately broken and directly fell into it.

The moment his spiritual sense entered the particles, a sound that seemed to be shattering a mirror was transmitted to Wang Lin's mind. Then, a slight shattering appeared on the particles, and a green flame appeared in Wang Lin's palm.

Looking at the flames, Wang Lin was shocked.

"Fate Soul!"

This is the soul of a mortal, which contains a trace of fire attribute. People with this soul cannot cultivate immortality, but can only be a mortal.

"The scorched earth is composed of these particles, and each particle is a life soul. There should be all such mortal souls that cannot be cultivated in immortality. That child is a unified spirit body formed by countless life souls... No wonder the power of the fairy sword cannot be destroyed."

Wang Lin's face became even more gloomy. He looked at the blue Mars and put it into the particles. As the life soul entered the particles, the cracks on the particles immediately gathered and returned to the same as before.

With a wave of his right hand, the particle was gone and immediately flew out, galloping towards the scorched earth in the distance.

"Situ Nan once said that this life soul is in the Cultivation Star Crystal. Why did he encounter a life soul just as soon as he entered this place... Will my life soul be in this kind of creature as well..."

Wang Lin frowned and flew forward.

The Zhuque's tomb was too big. After being far away from the scorched earth land, Wang Lin was very fast all the way, and he decided to go in one direction and galloped away.

The landform of the Zhuque Tomb is no different from that of the outside world. It also has mountains and waters, and its spiritual power is also extremely rich. This kind of richness is many times stronger than that of the outside world. Even the spirit gathering arrays of some sects often cannot achieve this effect.

Three days later, Wang Lin's entire figure turned into a meteor and galloped at a low altitude. He did not stop at all these three days and flew towards the depths at an extremely fast speed.

However, in three days, although Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness continued to disperse, he never found the edge. At this moment, he was flying on a plain, with countless green grass growing on the plain, with no end to see at a glance.

Within three days, he had not seen a monk!

While flying, Wang Lin suddenly looked back and looked behind him. But he saw two long rainbows roaring like lightning in the distance. There were two monks in it, one man and one woman. They saw Wang Lin from afar and immediately paused.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his heart moved casually, covering up his cultivation, making people look similar to the monk who had just transformed into a god.

Two spiritual senses swept over and explored Wang Lin, the two seemed to be relieved and flew slowly towards Wang Lin.

Hundreds of feet away from Wang Lin, the two stopped. They looked neither old. The man was a young man in a blue shirt. The blue shirt was a bit worn. There were even some black blood marks on it. There was also a strange pattern on his sleeve, which was obviously the symbol of a disciple of a certain sect.

As for the woman, it was a bit ugly. There were countless small pits on this woman's face. If she was seen by mortals at night, she would definitely think it was a ghost.

Although she was not beautiful, the woman's figure was quite charming. She was wearing a very clean white garland. If she didn't look at her face, she would have a charm.

The two of them stopped hundreds of feet away. The young man clasped his fists at Wang Lin and said loudly: "I'm Murong Yun, don't you know the name of Yougao?"

Wang Lin looked as usual and smiled and said, "I'm down to Qingmu." The name Qingmu was used by Wang Lin when he first entered the Soul Refining Sect.

Wang Lin saw the cultivation level of the man and the woman in front of him at a glance. When he was young, the woman was in the early stage of the God Transformation. If the cultivation level of these two people was outside the Zhuque Tomb, they could be considered a strong man, but in the Zhuque Tomb, especially after a lot of elimination, they seemed a little weak.

The reason why they were able to enter here was obviously in the Zhuque Kingdom when the Zhuque Tomb was opened, which was one of the earliest to enter. Otherwise, with the cultivation level of the two of them, if they arrived a few days after the Zhuque Tomb was opened, it would definitely not be their turn to enter.

Murong Yun looked at Wang Lin several times and said, "Fellow Taoist cultivation is probably because he has just transformed into a god?"

The woman beside this man looked at Wang Lin, revealing a hint of coldness.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "That's right, I've just transformed into a god."

Murong Yun looked at Wang Lin cautiously, and after he was sure that the other party was really in the early stage of the God Transformation, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fellow Taoist, this place is too dangerous, why not be together? In this way, with more people, the confidence to get the soul back will be much greater."

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and said, "I feel confident in retrieving my soul after listening to my fellow Taoist tone?" As Wang Lin spoke, his eyes flashed invisible.

Murong Yun laughed and said, "Fellow Taoist Qingmu, you don't know. Here are the first batch of people who entered this place. I saw with my own eyes how the Eight-Leaf Art Curse Masters from Qianfeng and the Immortal Remnants entered the interior of this Suzaku Tomb. If I hadn't had enough cultivation, I would have entered the interior of the Suzaku Tomb at this moment."

"Oh?" Wang Lin smiled and said, "I wonder how Qian Feng and others entered?"

Murong Yun smiled mysteriously and said, "I can only tell Brother Aoki that the place to enter is an altar. I saw with my own eyes that they had searched for a long time and finally entered from the altar. However, the altar is very remote and dangerous. We are waiting for more people, and when we go there together, we will be much bigger."

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, he glanced at the man, and nodded with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go!" During the conversation between the two, the woman next to Murong Yun said coldly. After saying that, she moved and flew forward.

Murong Yun glanced at the woman's back, shook his head and said regretfully: "Looking at the back, he is a peerless beauty, but a pity..."

As he said that, he clasped his fists at Wang Lin and stood up to follow.

Wang Lin touched his chin and slowly followed behind him. He occasionally turned his eyes to Murong Yun, especially the patterns on the sleeves of this person and the black blood marks that had been paying attention for a long time, with his eyes pondering.

"Fellow Daorong, I don't know what danger is there at the altar?" Wang Lin said calmly during the flight.

A trace of fear flashed in Murong Yun's eyes, he took a deep breath and said, "I just saw from a distance that the Eight-Leaf Art Curse Masters of the Immortal Remnants tribe died there! In addition, as for the monks, two old monsters also died there. Until they died, I had never seen any enemies."

Wang Lin's eyes showed a smile but a smile, and with a hint of sarcasm, he said, "Fellow Daorong Murong is good."

Murong Yun was stunned, then smiled bitterly: "I am far away and I run very fast, so I am not affected. But there is one thing I can be sure of, there must be a powerful existence there, which is very dangerous. We must have more people to have the possibility of entering."

Wang Lin glanced at Murong Yun, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stopped talking.

Murong Yun's heart sank, he looked at Wang Lin carefully again, turned around and continued to fly.

The three of them were very fast, headed by the ugly-looking woman, and passed through the plain. At noon the next day, the woman paused in the flight, looked into the distance, and said coldly: "There is a person ahead!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a sword light sweeping across the distance, as if shocking. As the sword light brought the powerful sword energy to her body, a cold air suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

I saw a white flying sword roaring, and there was a person standing on the sword. This man was an old man, dressed in gray clothes, gray hair, but his eyes were like lightning. His face was gloomy at this moment, and he sometimes looked back and looked behind him.

Wang Lin's eyes were like a torch, and he could see something strange at first glance. He saw a twisted lightning bolt chasing behind the old man, chasing him wildly. The lightning bolt seemed to have spirituality, like a silver dragon, chasing him reluctantly.

As he galloped, the old man above the flying sword swept over Murong Yun and the other two, and finally his eyes fell on Wang Lin and gave a light exclamation.

Wang Lin had seen this old man, one of the sixteen infant transformation monks outside the passage at the bottom of Zhuque Mountain. His cultivation level was in the early stage of infant transformation.

He didn't stop and said quickly: "Fellow Taoist, retreat quickly, this thing is strange!"

At this moment, Murong Yun seemed to casually glance at the lightning that was chasing the old man. This glance was dull, but the lightning immediately paused, and a dissatisfied roar came from it, then turned around suddenly, flew back, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

This scene happened very quickly. If Wang Lin had not been paying special attention to Murong Yun, he would definitely not have discovered the clues inside him.

The lightning quickly disappeared, and the old man above the flying sword was also stunned. He stopped and looked behind him. After a while, his brows frowned.

Murong Yun stepped forward a few feet, clasped his fists respectfully and said, "My younger generation Murong Yun, see senior."

The old man looked up and glanced at Murong Yun coldly. He did not say anything, but turned his eyes to Wang Lin, clasped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, thank you!"

He thought for a long time, but could not guess why the pursuit left. Finally, he guessed that perhaps this matter was related to Zeng Niu. After all, Zeng Niu's reputation must have some magical powers.

Fellow Daoist Zeng said three words, and the ugly woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Wang Lin carefully.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "It's not Zeng."
Chapter completed!