Wang Zhuo...... Wang Lin's eyes froze, his body moved, as fast as thunder, roaring away.

Although Wang Zhuo's appearance looked like an old man with vicissitudes, Wang Lin still recognized him at a glance.

Bursts of sorrow rose in Wang Zhuo's heart, along the way, more than half of them had died, such a battle, in the past few years, he could encounter it almost every day, all the way down, the shadow of death became thicker and thicker.

Several other Xiuzhen countries around have been lost one after another, or destroyed the country, or become vassals of the Immortal Relic Clan, the third-level Xiuzhen Kingdom is not the main battlefield of the Immortal Relic Clan, but just a place where they cultivate the combat experience of low-level clansmen.

The Vermilion Bird Kingdom didn't care too much about the third-level cultivation country, but just sent some early stage cultivators, but as this battle lasted for a long time, in the end, the Vermilion Bird Kingdom withdrew all the envoys of the third-level cultivation country and gave up the third-level cultivation country.

In the eyes of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, the Yuanying Monk was really insignificant in this battlefield.

Wang Zhuo smiled miserably and looked at the death of another fellow disciple next to him, and looked at the four immortal relics on the other side, all of whom obviously had cultivation equivalent to the late stage of the Jiedan, but they did not directly kill them, but chased them all the way, in a teasing manner.

At this moment, suddenly a meteor crossed the sky in the distance, emitting an unimaginable aura from it, and the four people of the Immortal Relic Clan were suddenly startled and immediately looked at it.

Almost instantly, the meteor vanished, and a man dressed in white with long hair fluttered away, and in a few steps, he went from a distance to the front.

The faces of the four Immortal Relic Clan's faces suddenly changed drastically, and the four of them immediately noticed that this white-clothed man had an aura on him that made them tremble, and this aura was only possessed by magicians above the seven leaves in the clan.

"Infant Transformation ......" one of the Immortal Relic clansmen said tremblingly, and he exclaimed,

Without saying a word, he turned around and fled. The three of them followed closely behind.

Wang Lin's eyes were cold, his right hand slapped the storage bag, the mosquito beast flew out, and without waiting for Wang Lin's command, he immediately roared, as fast as lightning caught up with the four people, and the screams echoed, and the four of them died tragically instantly, becoming the food of the mosquito beast.

This scene happened too fast, so fast that Wang Zhuo and the others were dumbfounded. Wang Lin turned around, looked at Wang Zhuo, and chuckled, "Wang Zhuo, do you know me?"

"Senior...... You...... It's you ......" Wang Zhuo was stunned, and immediately recognized that Wang Lin was the person who turned into a god in Hengyue Mountain back then.

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, you have reached the late stage of the Yudan, congratulations, just let me help you once, help you get married!" As he spoke, Wang Lin pressed his right hand on Wang Zhuo's eyebrows.

The seal in Wang Zhuo's mind was suddenly dispersed, and the memories of his previous life drowned him like a flood.

Wang Lin glanced coldly at Wang Zhuo's other fellow disciples, these people were all cultivators in the early stage of the Dan, and there was only one person in the late stage of the Dan, in this person's body, there was a spirit seed left by Wang Lin back then.

"Where are you going?" asked Wang Lin. The person with the spirit seed was an old man, he immediately trembled lightly under Wang Lin's eyes, and hurriedly said: "More than ten people from the younger generation were ordered to help the neighboring country, but unfortunately the neighboring country was defeated by the immortal relics and had already fallen, so I will fight all the way back and prepare to rush back to the Zhao country." ”

Wang Lin patted the storage bag with his right hand, and a jade slip appeared in his hand, leaving a trace of artistic conception, still to the old man, and said plainly: "Take this thing, you can ensure that you return to Zhao Kingdom safely, go." ”

If the old man has obtained a treasure, he is excited to make a series of compilations, and in his opinion, this thing is life.

With a wave of his right hand, Wang Lin grabbed Wang Zhuo in the air, and disappeared in a flash.

The old man took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the place where Wang Lin disappeared.

"Uncle Shi, who is that senior?" asked a middle-aged man next to him, cautiously.

The old man's eyes showed a look of remembrance, and he said softly: "Then I, Zhao Guo, am the only one who transforms into a god. ”

"Monk of the Gods...... Is he from Zhao Guo?" the middle-aged man gasped.

"Hehe, you should have heard his name...... The old man moved and flew into the distance, and the rest of the people immediately followed.

"Wang Lin, his name is Wang Lin!"

As soon as the word "Wang Lin" came out, several other fellow disciples, including the big man, suddenly shook their bodies, and their eyes showed a look of horror.

In the Xiuzhen realm of Zhao State, the name Wang Lin represents a monstrous evil spirit and a catastrophe of the past.

On that day, the blood flowed like a river, and the land of Zhao was stained red with blood, all of which everyone could not forget. To this day, the catastrophe of the Fuji family is still spread in the cultivation realm of Zhao State, and it is always remembered in people's hearts, and even has become the lifelong pursuit of many young monks.

On top of a mountain peak, Wang Zhuo slowly woke up, the moment he opened his eyes, he revealed a trace of dazedness, this dazed slowly dissipated, and finally, his gaze calmed down, looking at the white figure standing in the wind on the side.

Wang lin...... A bitter voice came out of Wang Zhuo's mouth.

Wang Zhuo. Wang Lin turned around and looked back with a smile.

This scene happened too fast, so fast that Wang Zhuo and the others were dumbfounded.

Wang Lin turned around, looked at Wang Lin, and chuckled, "Wang Zhuo, do you know me?"

"Senior'''''''' you '''''''' it's your ''''''''" Wang Zhuo was stunned, and immediately recognized that Wang Lin was the one who turned into a god in Hengshan back then.

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, since you have reached the late stage of Yudan, you are gratifying, just let me help you once, help you get married!" As he spoke, Wang Lin pressed his right hand on Wang Zhuo's eyebrows.

The seal in Wang Zhuo's mind was suddenly dispersed, and the memories of his previous life were still flooded with him, his body shook, and the whole person passed out.

Wang Lin glanced coldly at Wang Lin's other fellow disciples, all of these people were cultivators in the early stage of the Yudan, and only one of them was in the late stage of the Yudan, and in this person's body, there was a spirit seed left by Wang Lin back then.

"Where are you going first?" Wang Lin asked.

The person with the spirit seed was an old man, he immediately trembled lightly under Wang Lin's eyes, and hurriedly said: "More than ten people from the younger generation were ordered to help the neighboring country, but unfortunately the neighboring country was defeated by the immortal relics and had already fallen, so I will fight all the way back and prepare to rush back to the Zhao country." ”

Wang Lin slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a jade slip appeared in his hand, leaving a trace of it, and threw it to the old man, and said flatly: "With this thing, you can ensure that you return to Zhao Kingdom safely, go!"

If the old man has obtained the treasure, he is excited again and again, in his opinion, this thing is life!

With a wave of his right hand, Wang Lin grabbed Wang Zhuo in the air, and disappeared in a flash.

The old man took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the place where Wang Lin disappeared.

"Uncle Shi, is that senior water?" asked a middle-aged man next to him, cautiously.

The old man's eyes showed a look of remembrance, and he whispered: "That's my Zhao Kingdom, the only one who transforms into a god''''''''''''' monk."

"Avatar Monk''''''''''''''' is he from the Zhao Kingdom?" the middle-aged man gasped.

"Huh. His name, you should have heard of it'''''''''''" The old man's body moved, and he flew out into the distance, and the rest of the fellow disciples immediately followed.