"Aren't you showing up yet?"

After being silent for a long time, Wang Lin finally spoke, his pupils flashing with endless galaxy mysteries, and the golden divine pattern at the center of his eyebrows was even brighter and dazzling.

"Hehe, little friendly strength. ”

An ethereal and ethereal voice came out from the "Burial Heaven Cloth", and then the illusory figure of the Immortal Burial God stepped out of it, with a pair of bright eyes on the old face.

"Old fellow, what are you looking for me?" Wang Lin didn't seem surprised by the appearance of the Funeral God Phantom, or rather, he had already guessed it.

Ling'er behind him looked curious, but maybe it was the coercion on the funeral god that made her a little uncomfortable, so she took the thunder dragon who was also a little uncomfortable and avoided it far behind.

"Xiaoyou, this daughter is not bad. "The funeral god has a calm face, not as ferocious as the enemy after meeting, but like a homely conversation.

"The daughter of this seat is extraordinary, let's talk about you, why don't you save the four immortal masters? If you go all out just now, you should be able to save one or two, right?"

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back, his eyes were endless and deep looking at the funeral god opposite, although he was very confident, he also expected that the latter would come to save people, but after seeing the "burial cloth" forced into the spatial crack by the thunder dragon, he was a little puzzled.

In terms of the strength of the Burial God, even if they are separated by most of the universe, if they want to rescue, they should not be easily blocked like this, this is too unreasonable!

Even if the latter's strength can't save four, but only one or two, if he wants to leave, even he can't stop it.

"Little friend should be able to guess. The old face of the burial god showed a trace of bitterness, but it disappeared in a flash, and he regained his calm again, but stood quietly in the void and looked at Wang Lin.

But after listening to the words of the burial god, Wang Lin's brows furrowed deeply, and after a while, he looked up at the endless sky, and there was an uncertain luster in his eyes.

"Because of the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Universe?"

After a short period of thought, Wang Lin slowly spoke, he already had a hazy consciousness in his heart, and he had been thinking about the root of the battle of the immortals, and now that he saw the burial god, the latter did not make a move, this conjecture was even deeper.

"Yes and no, what questions do you have?" The Burial God didn't seem to hate Wang Lin at all, the Divine Universe Cultivator with several divine weapons, but asked with a flat gaze.

Wang Lin didn't hesitate, and said straightforwardly: "First of all, the battle of the immortals is the fourth time so far, although I don't know the strength of the immortal realm, but this time, four immortal masters are dispatched at one time, you can think of your strength, but why did the three times fail?"

"Secondly, this battle has lasted for more than a thousand years, even if you can't completely tear apart the seal laid by the gods with your strength, it's no problem to let the immortal master of your realm in, right?

"In the end, it's the same you, if my strength is correct, you should have reached the peak of the strongest one, right? Hehe, with your strength, you can completely destroy the former of the God Universe at the beginning, why don't you make a move?"

These three questions were thought of by Wang Lin based on the records of his predecessors and the experience of these years, and it was precisely because of these doubts that he became even more confused when he saw the "Burial Heaven Cloth" deliberately falling into the spatial crack.

"What you said is good, in fact, the first three immortal wars, except for the first time, every time after that, my immortal realm can swallow your universe, but we can't. The funeral god listened quietly to Wang Lin's words, and then sighed slowly for a long time.

"As you guessed, it's the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Universe, invade? Who wants to waste their lives to invade others like crazy, but we must follow the will of the Heavenly Dao!"

"The way of heaven has changed, and the monks of the immortal realm have also changed, for millions of years, only my generation has passed it down, intending to save the fallen way of heaven......"

Wang Lin stood in the void, quietly listening to the funeral god on the other side, at first he was very confused, but after hearing it, this confusion turned into a deep shock, he really couldn't imagine that such a big thing had happened in the immortal universe?

The way of heaven has been encroached upon, and the law has become evil? This is too unbelievable, isn't it?

"Why are you telling me this? Aren't you afraid that the Heavenly Dao will trouble you?" Wang Lin glanced at the Funeral God deeply, if what this old guy said was true, it was indeed too pitiful, or too sad!

"This is the universe of the gods, the heavenly dao of the immortal realm can't detect my words at all, and I can only take this opportunity to say this, as for why I told you, hehe, because I want you to help me and save the entire immortal realm!"

The old face of the burial god looked a little illusory, after all, he came across the universe, even if his strength was strong, it was impossible to stay here for a long time, let alone have the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

"But I don't believe your words. Wang Lin didn't nod, his serious eyes looked directly at the funeral god opposite, to be honest, he actually believed a little bit in his heart, but this kind of thing still needs to be more careful.

"You will believe it in the future, I am gone, the Immortal Clan will retreat, I can promise not to attack again for a thousand years, this is also a long time since I can delay, I hope you can ...... Alas!" The funeral god sighed bitterly, glanced at Wang Lin again, and then the figure dissipated in the air, and the "funeral god cloth" flew away.

Wang Lin didn't care much about the departure of the "Burial God Cloth", on the one hand, he couldn't stay at all, and on the other hand, he was thinking about the words of the Burial God.

Will he believe it later? Why did he say that?

Standing in the void and thinking for a long time, Wang Lin finally sighed softly, turned around and left with Ling'er and Wanzhang Thunder Dragon, thinking about what to do so much, what should come will always come, and those who should understand will understand sooner or later.

"The immortal clan has retired for a thousand years, this is good news, I hope it's not me. Wang Lin said as he returned to the battlefield.

His sudden departure caused a trace of worry to rise in the hearts of many monks, after all, it can be said that he saved everyone present, and it was because of him that he had this victory, and as for his identity, everyone had already seen it.

So when Wang Lin returned to the battlefield, all the great powers surrounded him, but as for those Venerables, they were a little Vino, after all, Wang Lin's strength was too strong, and ordinary monks didn't dare to come over to meet him.

"I've seen a saint. ”

"Saints"

......

Many emperors had an extremely kind attitude, whether it was the human race, the god race, the underworld race and other races, they didn't dare to speak much in front of Wang Lin, and the look in their eyes was full of reverence.

Wang Lin was not arrogant, and responded to every emperor with a smile, these people have fought for the divine universe for thousands of years, and they are all worthy of his admiration.

After a short greeting, Wang Lin found the three heads of the courtyard and asked straight to the point: "Courtyard chief, why didn't you see Youran, Yumei and my brothers?"

He was very worried, his heart was about to rise to his throat, he hadn't seen one of his former friends among the people just now, he was very afraid, afraid that something would happen to them.

"Haha, Xiaoyou, don't worry, they and the Tianjiao of other races have entered the 'Holy Relic Continent', I'm afraid it will take hundreds of years to come out. Yinyaoyuan stroked his beard and smiled.

"Holy Relic Continent?well, I know, it's okay. Wang Lin was slightly surprised, then regained his composure and nodded.

He knew a little about the "Holy Relic Continent", which was built by the three major academies 700,000 years ago, and it contained the inheritance of many powerful and powerful people from ancient times to the present day.

However, he was not interested in the inheritance of the saints in the "Holy Relic Continent", after all, he had already embarked on another path, if there was the inheritance of the Star Saint among them, he would like to take a look, but unfortunately he didn't.

After knowing that everyone was fine, Wang Lin chatted with the three courtyard leaders for a while, and then left, he still had to go to see Shen Canglan and the elders and senior brothers of the Cangyun Palace, and the three courtyard leaders were also going into retreat, and they had already found the "gate" of the Holy Order.

Wang Lin returned to the Cangyun Hall in the "Desolate Ancient Domain", but only then did he know that many of the original forces of the human race had been merged into the "Heavenly Demon Palace".

After staying in the "Heavenly Demon Palace" for a year, knowing that the Immortal Clan had really retreated, Wang Lin was a little relieved, but he did not tell others about the Immortal Clan's retreat, he wanted everyone to maintain this vigilance, so that another ten years had passed.

Wang Lin did not lose pressure because of the comfortable life of these ten years, ten years later, he said goodbye to Shen Canglan and the others, and rushed into the depths of the barbaric, desolate, and complex "Desolate Ancient Domain", he wanted to find the sixth divine weapon.

In another ten years after Wang Lin's departure, the heads of the three major courtyards were the first to be sanctified, the heavens congratulated, the auspicious clouds danced, and the hundred ethnic groups celebrated......

Then, a hundred years later, the great powers of the Xuan Emperors of the major races have gone further, reaching the level of semi-saints, although they have not become holy, they have also greatly improved the morale of the hundred races......

Four hundred years later, the "Holy Relic Continent" opened again, and the Tianjiao of all ethnic groups who entered it returned, bringing some waves again, but everyone who entered it all obtained a powerful inheritance.

And those Terran Tianjiao felt a little sorry after knowing that Wang Lin had returned and left, but they were still very excited, after all, the former had already returned, and they would see each other sooner or later.

Time passed gradually, and although the elites of the hundred races of the God Universe were driven to the "Desolate Ancient Domain", they showed a thriving atmosphere, and after eight hundred years, the foundation had increased by a little bit.

And on this day, at the junction of the immortals and gods, suddenly a red cloud rose one after another, the sky fell a grand light, the Sanskrit sound spread throughout the two universes, a vast and terrifying coercion instantly covered the two universes, for a while, whether it was the immortal clan or the hundred clans, all of them knelt on their knees.

The immortal lords and saints of the two universes, no matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, raised their heads one after another, looking up at the place where the coercion came from, but everyone's faces were different.

"Hahaha, I am destined to become an immortal, from now on, I am a true immortal!"

The immortal was born, and at this time, the real immortal, the super supreme at the same level as the gods, reappeared after millions of years!