Chapter 1: Six Realms of Reincarnation

The 22nd World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference came to an end today, and the result was needless to say, Sun Wukong, a disciple of the Turtle Immortal, finally defeated TJ Fan, a disciple of the Crane Immortal. This may be the beginning of another reincarnation, just like when the Crane Immortals were repeatedly defeated at the hands of the Turtle Immortals.

"It's finally over, this time I must go back and practice hard with my master for a few more years, next time I will definitely not fail again......" In a large lounge backstage, Klin, another disciple of the Turtle Immortal who participated in the competition this time, was sorting out his bags. Five short figures, a big bald head shiny, under the refraction of the sun, it seems to reflect the entire lounge a little brighter.

"Found it, it's here, that's right, that's what the instrument shows." Suddenly, the door of the lounge was slammed open, and with it came a breath of scum, rushing to the face, filling the entire lounge.

"Who are you?" Klin's heart was startled, he bounced up and turned around, vigilantly looking at the figure that almost blocked the door of the entire lounge, his body tensed, and he assumed a fighting posture.

"Little man, the Dragon Ball is in your hands, right? Hand it over, I'll be a little lighter when I get there, and I'll be ...... with a weird laugh of a, and a tall and short figure slipped into the lounge.

"Who are you, ugly?" Looking at this ill-intentioned figure, Kling asked in amazement.

Truly! The person who came was ugly, with miserable green skin, a layer of small particles like toad skin floating between the forehead and shoulders, a dead fish-like bulb eye, and a bloody mouth grinning directly on the cheeks, it was simply a big monster, and it was as ugly as it could be.

"Ugly?" The green-skinned monster screamed, and immediately became furious, and his whole head was flushed with anger, which made it even more ugly and terrifying. What followed was a monstrous ferocity, extremely cruel and bloodthirsty, which made Klin, who was on guard, even more unconsciously shivered, and the determination and courage that had been tempered by the two martial arts conferences, as well as the determination and courage cultivated by years of martial arts, were almost lost.

"No! If this stalemate continues, I will definitely die......" Countless experiences between life and death, Kling keenly felt the danger, if he couldn't seize the opportunity, I am afraid he would be really dangerous today. What's more, he was injured a lot when he worked with dumplings before, and he hasn't been able to get better yet.

Thinking of this, Kling did not hesitate any longer, shouted loudly, and his body rushed towards the greenskin man like a cannonball, and his fists slammed out one after another, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, slamming into the greenskin's face. This time, Kling can be said to have used all his strength, and did not dare to have the slightest reservation.

Even so, Kling was not sure in the slightest, and shouted loudly in order to attract the attention of his companions so that he could come to help in time.

The green-skinned man was naturally not stupid, he could see Klin's careful thinking at a glance, but he just grinned disdainfully at his bloody mouth, and punched out a fierce punch, as fast as thunder and lightning, and the last shot came first, hitting Klin's chest first.

Clint spurted blood from his mouth, and like a kite with a broken string, he fell backwards and flew out at a faster speed than when he rushed in. With a loud bang, Kling slammed into the wall, spurting out a mouthful of blood again, and there was no strength in his body.

The strength of the green-skinned man was really terrifying, and he only punched Clint to a serious injury. Although there is a relationship between Klin's serious injuries and unhealed, Klin is not something that ordinary people can easily win if they want to.

Klin's eyes instantly darkened, and there was endless unwillingness, he looked directly at the green-skinned man, and asked with difficulty: "Who are you?" ”

The strange laughter of the green-skinned man ...... stopped, but he did not delay any longer, and strode towards Klin, who was no longer able to resist. With the flick of his hands, the sharp nails protruded a foot long, each like a sharp blade, which could crack the stone.

Klin's eyes became darker and darker, and the unwillingness contained in it became more and more intense, and his body really didn't even have the strength to move his little fingers, so he really didn't have the slightest power to resist, so he could only watch death come step by step.

"Die! The strange laughter in the greenskin's mouth became even more sinister, and the probe grabbed Klin's chest, as if to pull out his heart.......

At this moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and another fierce black shadow shot at the back of the greenskin's head like lightning, and its momentum was so fast that even if an elephant was shot, I am afraid that it would not escape the end of the brain.

"Who?" The green-skinned man's five senses were extremely powerful, and he had noticed it as early as the black shadow broke through the air, and swung it back with a fierce hand, knocking the black shadow away in an instant.

There was a crisp sound of "whoosh", and the black shadow sank deep into the floor, and it was indeed a silver flying knife.

Under the angry gaze of the green-skinned man, a figure slowly walked into the room, with an expressionless face and an unusually solemn look, staring at the green-skinned man, the muscles around him were tense, and it was obvious that the people who came also saw the terror of the green-skinned man.

"Junlin......" Klin's eyes suddenly lit up, rekindling the light of hope. The person who came, Klin, knew himself, it was his fellow senior brother, and Wang Junlin had been cultivating with him on the island of the Turtle Immortal for a few years.

Speaking of which, Wang Junlin's identity is really a bit unusual. It's not that his identity is awesome, it's just that his soul doesn't belong to this world, but comes through the sacrifice.

Wang Junlin is a successful person in the 21st century, with a successful career, a gentle and virtuous wife at home, and a smart and lovely little daughter, and his life can be called rich, warm and happy.

In his life, Wang Junlin's greatest hobby is to study Chinese national arts. Although he also tried his best to practice a few hands with some masters, he didn't have any great achievements, and he could only barely be called a practitioner.

In terms of theory, Wang Junlin can be called a master, with southern boxing and northern legs, and he has been involved in the boxing methods of various schools and factions, and his research is quite profound. However, this is just talk on paper, because Wang Junlin himself is not a master, he doesn't know a lot of esoteric things, right or wrong, how much truth there is, and what kind of truth.

One day, Wang Junlin and his family wandered around the Chenghuang Temple, and found a string of prayer beads from a small shop, but it also cost him 1,000 yuan. To say that this string of prayer beads is really a bit special, each one is jet black and bright, the appearance and pulp are extremely good, and the most important thing is that the texture of each rosary is different, faintly forming a different mysterious rune.

Since getting this string of prayer beads, Wang Junlin has loved it, hanging it on his wrist all day long, and he hardly leaves his body except when he washes.

Until that night, Wang Junlin was preparing dinner, and he cut his finger unintentionally, and the blood flowed, and fortunately, it happened to drip on the rosary, which made him feel distressed.

And just when Wang Junlin wanted to find a clean cotton cloth to wipe carefully, a sudden change occurred, and before Wang Junlin could make a move, those few drops of blood disappeared inexplicably, as if they had been absorbed by the rosary. Then, Wang Junlin only felt that his head sank, and after a little holy flower faintly revealed in the blood-red magnificence, he didn't know about it anymore.

Regained consciousness again, Wang Junlin came to this world inexplicably, and his body was no longer the original body, and he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. The body has no father, no mother, no relatives, and a lonely family, but there is no need to worry about any other unnecessary troubles.

After the first few days of hesitation and fear, Wang Junlin accepted the facts in front of him with his still strong heart and began to try to contact the outside world.

After understanding, Wang Junlin finally figured out that this world turned out to be the extremely dangerous "Dragon Ball" world where cows could destroy a planet with a wave of their hands.

Wang Junlin was sad and indignant in his heart, although he had also read this popular island comic, and he had read some time-traveling novels more or less on weekdays, but it really fell on his head, and it was still such a terrifying world, and he couldn't help but be full of grief and indignation.

Resigned to fate is not Wang Junlin's character, not to mention that since he came to this world, he doesn't want to spend his life in a mediocre corner.

Wang Junlin planned carefully, went through great efforts to find the path of the turtle immortal, and through a little means, he successfully worshiped under the door of the martial arts master turtle immortal, and began the cultivation journey of hard cultivation. This is the capital of his life, and he can't help but do his best.

In this way, the days passed, and Sun Wukong, the son of luck in this world, came, and the little bald Klin also came. Wang Junlin has changed from a lonely penance to a group of three people, and his unspeakably painful cultivation is also full of color.

Wang Junlin's plan is also very simple, that is, to follow Sun Wukong, this is the son of luck in the world, and he will be able to wave his hand to destroy a planet in the future.

The result was indeed as Wang Junlin expected, the three of them participated in the 21st and 22nd World First Martial Arts Conference, defeated the Red Ribbon Legion, and stopped their conspiracy. During this period, he almost died several times, but with the help of Sun Wukong, he finally survived, and his strength increased day by day.

"Xiaolin, are you alright?" Wang Junlin asked Klin softly, his eyes still fixed on the green-skinned man, not daring to be careless. At the same time, he also secretly complained in his heart: "This green-skinned monster should be the demon dragon Simbaru under the Great Demon King of Vic, looking at his anger, it's really terrifying...... Wukong, master, where are you, you have to arrive in time......" Wang Junlin didn't want to make the first move, with the idea of delaying time as much as possible.

"There is another guy who has been killed, and he ...... it" Simbaru laughed strangely, his wings behind him shook slightly, and the next moment he flashed in front of Wang Junlin, reaching out to Wang Junlin under the hood, five sharp nails, flashing with a cold light, containing endless killing power.

Wang Junlin only felt that the top of his head was cold, how could he dare to hesitate, dodge with a short body, and at the same time punched Simbaru in the chest.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Wang Junlin's right head hit Simbaru's chest firmly, but Simbalu did not move at all, but Wang Junlin's right fist was shocked and painful.

Wang Junlin was shocked in his heart, and with his feet, he flashed around the back of Simbaru, and his fists and feet struck out like lightning in a row, hitting several key points in Simbaru's back.

"There are so many little mosquitoes, ...... Jiji" Simbalu was hit by Wang Junlin one after another, but he did not move at all, and it seemed that he had not been harmed in any way.

The horror in Wang Junlin's heart became more and more intense, and he didn't dare to relax at all, his body flickered and moved, rotating around Simbaru, and the more rapid the frequency of punches and kicks, the more ruthless the force. As a result, the results are still not very optimistic.

Although Simbalu had not been harmed by anything, he was indeed annoyed by Wang Junlin, his eyes were sharp, and a fierce punch swept out, hitting the instep of Wang Junlin's foot.

Wang Junlin snorted, his right foot was like a lightning strike, and his body involuntarily swirled and fell backwards and flew out. With a loud bang, Wang Junlin's body slammed into the wall not far from Klin.

Wang Junlin clenched his teeth, barely standing firm, trying not to lose his combat effectiveness. For one, his ability to resist blows is much better than Klin's; Second, although he also participated in the 22nd World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference and entered the finals, he did not suffer any major internal injuries.

It's a pity that Wang Junlin still thinks too simply, he only feels that as soon as his eyes are dark, Simbaru's tall and burly ugly figure appears in front of him, and the monstrous ferocity is so overwhelming that he can barely breathe.

Simbaru didn't bother to talk nonsense with Wang Junlin anymore, and reached out and grabbed his heart, and his five nails flashed with a cold and cold breath of death.

Although Wang Junlin tried his best to dodge and counterattack, he was still as fast as Simbaru's thunder and lightning, and he only felt a pain in his heart, and saw a blood-red heart that was still beating "bang" come into view.

"Day, the hero is really not good, and this is dead...... The taste of death is really uncomfortable......" Wang Junlin only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

"Fortunately, this is the Dragon Ball world, I hope Wukong and they can collect all the Dragon Balls as soon as possible and resurrect me......" Wang Junlin's eyes slowly closed, completely plunging into endless darkness.

In the boundless darkness, Wang Junlin's soul fluttered, but he did not lose consciousness, but he just felt endless desolation and loneliness.

I don't know how long it took, a huge blood-red giant flower appeared in front of Wang Junlin's eyes, unusually bewitching and gorgeous, but it also contained a strong holy opportunity.

"What is this?" Wang Junlin was puzzled, but he was even more unwilling to endure this seemingly endless loneliness in this boundless darkness, that feeling really tortured him to the point of madness, but it couldn't make him really crazy, it really made him want to live and not die.

Wang Junlin was like a moth to the fire, and threw himself at the blood-red flower without hesitation.

"Flower ...... on the Other Side"

"Six Realms of Reincarnation......

Countless messages exploded in Wang Junlin's consciousness, which also allowed Wang Junlin to understand the truth of this series of changes.