The young man looked at the back of the master in the distance, and the scenes of the past came to his heart, and after a long time, he kowtowed a few times, clenched his fists, and turned to leave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I, Chen Huan, swear here, that I will destroy the Snowy Land in this life!"

Wang Lin returned to the Ice and Snow Tower with complicated feelings, although he had obtained a heavy treasure, he did not have much joy, and some were just melancholy.

At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly had an understanding of the artistic conception of life and death that he felt, what is life...... What is death...... This question echoed in Wang Lin's mind for a long time.

The late stage monk of the Ink Gate, with the last sun of his life, like a moth rushing towards the lights, exploded on the statue of the snow fairy on the top of the Ice and Snow Temple, leaving a bright red color that can never be erased for this Ice and Snow Temple.

Even with him, several god-transforming monks who surrounded and suppressed him also died in this self-explosion.

All glory has gone with the wind...... His death, his death deservedly, his death, awakened those monks of the original Four Sects Alliance who were hidden and did not dare to show their faces.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

In this year, Wang Lin has always been thinking about the artistic conception between life and death, and gradually, he has a deeper understanding of this artistic conception.

His whole person, in the course of this year, seems to be undergoing a metamorphosis.

Look at the mountains are mountains, and see the water is water...... It's just Wang Lin, but he found that sometimes, this mountain is not a mountain, and this water is not water, as if there is always a layer of fog covering his eyes, so that he can't see it, but he can feel it, he can perceive it, but he can't touch it.

This kind of perception is by no means pushed by time, but requires an epiphany.

Spring goes to autumn, and it is another two years of ice and snow.

Wang Lin has also made some progress in the research of ice sculpture puppets, which are mainly maintained by the snow meridians, and under the rotation of the seven seven and forty-nine snow meridians, they can reach a monk attack equivalent to the middle stage of the Jiedan.

As for the Yuan Infant Period, it requires ninety-nine eighty-one snow meridians. It's just that within this ice sculpture, the more snow meridians, the more difficult it is to control, and the greater the possibility of colliding with each other, as long as there is a collision, it will cause the collapse of the entire ice sculpture.

Because of this, its difficulty, each additional snow meridian, will increase several times, so that the difficulty of the eighty-one snow meridians can be described as amazing.

This is also the reason why the ice sculpture puppets produced in the Snowy Land are extremely rare in the Yuan Infant Period.

In addition, the source of the puppet snow meridian comes from the ice and snow recipe, and under the research of Wang Lin, this recipe is quite surprising.

Ice and snow trick, pay attention to refining the heart, this trick with ice to change bones, with snow to condense the heart, to achieve the soul of ice and snow, so as to achieve the realm of ice and snow clear......

It can be described as uncertain and wonderful......

This is also the reason why the monks in the snowy region often do what they want, and they do what they want, and in their exercises, they pay attention to the connotation of the surname, if they do not enter the dust, how can they achieve the purpose of condensing all kinds of thoughts.....

The more he studied this ice and snow trick, the more Wang Lin could feel the horror of this trick, this trick could not be called the right path of the Dao, but the absolute sword went sideways, and even Wang Lin felt that it was different from the exercises practiced by the Six Desires Demon Lord back then, but it was the same.

Wang Lin was reluctant to practice this exercise, but imitated it slightly, changing the snow meridian to the blood meridian, and using blood to match the artistic conception of life and death as a change, so as to achieve the purpose of control.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had been stranded in this town for three years, plus the previous year's travels, a total of four years had been spent, and there was only one year left, which was the period of ten years...... He didn't know if it would cause a catastrophe in the heavens and the earth at the moment of turning into a god, but the closer the deadline came, the more Wang Lin could feel that the transformation of a monk into a god would make all the nearby cultivators ± aware of it.

So, this day, Wang Lin walked out of the ice and snow tower and left.

Before he left, the Ice and Snow Temple had already issued an immortal decree, summoning all the monks above the Yudan to go to the temple to preach the great gift, because, of the thirteen monks who went to the Vermilion Bird Country back then, one person came back, this person was the only one who succeeded, and he had already reached the infant transformation stage!

As for whether these thirteen people really only succeeded in one, and whether there were some secret actions in the Vermilion Bird Country, it would not be known to outsiders.

Wang Lin's departure was silent, even the Jiedan monk who had been locked in the tower by him for three years lost the memory of being trapped under Wang Lin's supernatural powers, and thus recovered his identity again.

At the border of the Snowy Country, Wang Lin looked back at the land seriously, and the pictures of decades flashed in his eyes one by one, and finally, he left a sigh and turned to leave.

Wang Lin's target is Zhao Yuan, where he will prepare to transform into a god!

The reason why he returned to Zhao Kingdom to transform into a god, in addition to the remote location there, there is another reason, Wang Lin felt a feeling of home that he had not experienced for a long time from the respectable monk of the late stage of the transformation of gods...... Everyone has a home, he, does he...... If you really talk about home, Zhao Guo can be regarded as one, and there is Chu State on the other side of the Demon Cultivation Sea, there, there is a woman waiting for him, perhaps, there, it can be regarded as home...... Therefore, he chose Zhao Guo and turned into a god there, but he was born there for a period of cause and effect.

Before returning to Zhao, Wang Lin went to the town where the neighboring Da Niu was located, and he saw from a distance that Da Niu had opened an iron shop, and his wife, although she was not young, was already pregnant again.

Wang Lin looked at this scene with a smile, and the new life was taking shape day by day..... When leaving, Wang Lin injected a spiritual power into the body of Da Niu's wife, this spiritual power can keep the mother and daughter safe, and the newly brewed life is a girl.

Da Niu never knew that Uncle Wang, who he had always wanted to take another look, had already come to see him. Until he died, the only regret in Da Niu's heart was not that he didn't see the calf to see him off, but that in this life, he would never be able to see Uncle Wang who watched him grow up. The strange man who opened a shop, and he often brought customers here for him and asked for ten gold.

Those two pieces of wood carving, after his death, were given to his daughter, Wei for the Zeng family, heirlooms.

Wang Lin flew all the way to Zhao State, forty years ago, he walked the same path, that time, he had just entered the Yuan Infant Period, today, following the original road, he returned to Zhao State, this time, he was about to turn into a god, and chose the place to prepare.

This back and forth, the difference between the artistic conception of heaven and earth.

Walking through the ancient teleportation array, this time, Wang Lin was flying on a strange land, and suddenly the sky slowly dimmed, dark clouds covered it, and a trace of rain fell from the sky.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, almost a rain curtain, Wang Lin looked up at the sky, he has not seen such a big rain for a long time, and he can't help but think of when he was in the Hengyue faction, he was in the room with Zhang Hu, the lightning and thunder outside, and the downpour suddenly fell.

At this time, lightning flashed through the sky, and in the rumbling, silver snakes danced wildly, which was very beautiful.

Wang Lin's body fell slowly, and instead of casting a spell to disperse the rain, while falling, he waved his right hand on the surrounding trees, and suddenly pieces of leaves condensed to form a leaf umbrella.

With an umbrella, Wang Lin walked between the strange mountains and forests, and after two more ancient teleportation arrays, he could return to Zhao Kingdom, where forty thousand miles to the east was where one of the ancient teleportation arrays was located.

In the mountains and forests, the sound of rain is quite moving, especially not far ahead, there is an ancient temple, this temple has obviously been abandoned, the original red paint gate, has been dimmed, and there are some broken places on it.

Even the copper nails and copper rings on it were covered with dark rust, and at the edges, there was a hint of green.

Temples, Wang Lin has not seen much in his life, and it can even be said that they are extremely rare.

Looking at this temple, Wang Lin walked in, this is an auspicious temple, there is no Buddha in the temple, only half of the base cushion like a petal.

While observing, Wang Lin glanced sideways at the temple gate, and then no longer paid attention, but after observing a circle, he stood by the temple gate, looking at the rainy night outside, and realized a trace of artistic conception.

After a long time, bursts of shouting came from a distance, and I saw a few big men in robes, scolding and swearing quickly towards this temple.

"This hell weather, once it gets down, it's endless!" "There's a temple in front, let's go in and take shelter, wait for a while when the rain is light, let's hurry up again!"

As he was talking, several people saw Wang Lin in the temple from a distance, and they couldn't help but pause, looked at each other, and stopped talking, but walked towards the temple.

When walking past Wang Lin, one of them took a step sideways, and his right hand seemed to gently pat Wang Lin, but the next moment, a person next to him drank lightly, pushed this person with his hand, and turned away from the offensive.

The man turned around and snorted, then stopped talking and walked into the temple.

The five of them were in the temple, took off their robes, lit a bonfire, took out some food, and talked loudly while eating, but their eyes sometimes swept towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin shook his head slightly, these five laymen broke the artistic conception of this rainy night and wasted this atmosphere in vain. He sighed lightly, raised his steps, and was about to leave, when suddenly, Wang Lin's expression moved, and his eyes fell on the mountains and forests in the distance.

I saw a long-haired man, wearing a thin shirt, walking here step by step, this person's pace was not fast, but Wang Lin had a sense of shrinking into inches, one moment this person was still far away, the next moment, he had already walked past Wang Lin and entered the temple.

At the moment when he passed by Wang Lin's side, the big man sighed lightly, stopped after entering the temple, glanced at Wang Lin carefully, showed his white teeth, and said with a gentle smile:

"I didn't expect that in this small temple, I could actually see people in the Dao realm, in Xia Mozhi, who is Your Excellency?"

Since everyone is asking to quickly transform into a god, let's turn into a god...... It's almost ......