It was pitch black outside the crack, and only the sound of whistling echoed, as if the crack had isolated the heavens and the earth, making it exist alone. The whistling voice is the only outpouring here. Endless suction came from the deep pit, as if it was about to swallow everything.

Inside the crack, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, looking at the darkness outside, his whole person seemed to merge with the darkness around him, regardless of each other, only the electric light flashed from time to time in his daylight, like thunder slicing through, illuminating the crack.

Being here, a kind of inner loneliness gradually surfaced in my heart, and he was here, as if isolated from the world, forgotten by everyone...... The only thing that accompanied him was the memories of those 800 years of monasticism.

A lonely person always remembers everyone who has appeared in his life, and Wang Lin's loneliness is gradually enriched in his memories.

It's like hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a certain time, or hiding in a certain place, missing someone who cares about him. "Daddy's grave. I wonder if anyone is going to sweep the ...... "in the dark." Wang Lin's murmur was heard.

A small ball of faint white light floated beside Wang Lin, its light was very weak, so weak that it could not play any role in illuminating in this darkness.

But on top of it, there was a warmth, flowing into Wang Lin's heart along Wang Lin's gaze, like a whisper in his ear, softly filling Wang Lin's loneliness.

Inside this small ball, there is always a vague shadow, silently accompanying Wang Lin, bearing the surrounding darkness and the roar outside the cracks.

Even if the sky collapses and the earth cracks, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the shadow will still exist, and it will walk through the sky with Wang Lin, even if it is reincarnation, it will also be accompanied......

The crack was always cold, as if all the warmth had been sucked away by the deep pit, but the existence of the small ball made the warmth in Wang Lin's heart linger, as if it were eternal.

Wang Lin, who fused with the darkness, raised his hand gently, and the small ball slowly fell on his palm, in the soft light that flickered and dimmed, making Wang Lin feel a kind of happiness that had been absent for a long time.

"Everyone's happiness is different...... My happiness is to accompany my parents and accompany Wan'er......" Wang Lin's eyes showed bitterness, this happiness is so extravagant, so difficult.

No one knows that in this demon land, under this deep pit, in this crack, at this moment, there is a person struggling with fate, feeling the decline in his heart. Wang Lin has been sitting in this crack for three years.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave, but the suction outside the crack has reached an unimaginable level in the past three years.

At the moment when Wang Lin became rich more than two years ago, the suction force in the pit spread like a storm, so that half of the cracks of several zhang in size were affected by the suction.

The magical power of the Immortal Guard puppet could have increased his certainty of leaving sixty percent, but the sudden explosion of suction power made this sixty percent certainty suddenly shrink to twenty percent...... Wang Lin was not disappointed, but spent the remaining two years with a calm mind.

After the cultivation has reached the top, it gradually slows down, after all, the victory is the peak of the first step of cultivation, although the starry sky is big, but how many people can walk to the peak of the first step......

Except for some heavenly pride, who has reached the peak, without several years of tempering, Wang Lin's qualifications are extremely ordinary, if it were not for a persistent Dao heart and special experience, it would be difficult to get to this point.

The three levels of winning the middle stage, the late stage, and the Great Perfection stopped how many monks and how many people had exhausted their lives, like three mountains that were difficult to cross, stopped in front of Wang Lin.

In the past two years, Wang Lin has silently felt the will of the huge rich with a calm heart.

One day in the past two years, when Wang Lin's mind was withdrawn from the huge wealth, the huge wealth completely dissipated, as if it had completed its life's inheritance and returned.

The only thing that remains in Wang Lin's heart is the earth-shattering style that Tan You has realized for two years!

After that, what awaits Wang Lin is endless loneliness and consolation.

Every day, he sat cross-legged like this, quietly looking out of the cracks, listening to the whistling in his ears, "His eyes looked pitch black, and he didn't move.

A light sigh came from Wang Lin's storage bag, and his storage bag opened automatically, and a scroll of paintings floated out.

The scroll spreads out in mid-air, and within it, the figure of a woman gradually emerges.

Wang Lin didn't look at the scroll, not even the slightest surprise on his face, some, just endless blandness, the moment before the scroll appeared, he held the palm of his hand, and the ball of soft light was integrated into his body. "Go down ......" The woman's figure could not see the front, but her voice came out slowly, and the voice was ethereal, echoing in the cracks.

Wang Lin didn't speak, but turned his fingers into a sword and slashed down in front of him, this action was extremely simple, without any fancy feelings, but in Wang Lin's body, it contained a strange state of mind, a simple slash, but it immediately made the picture scroll close, and no sound came out of it. Wang Lin closed his fingers, glanced at the scroll, grabbed it with his right hand in the void, and threw it into the storage bag.

In the past three years, the woman in the painting scroll has appeared four times, and each time, it is like this, and there is an ethereal call.

What is under this deep pit, Wang Lin is not curious, his calmness has never been dissipated, and even on the big stone that extends westward under the outside of the crack, Wang Lin has not looked at the mysterious teleportation array a second time. Before you don't have enough strength, curiosity is the sharpest killing move that can erase all existences. Wang Lin is waiting, waiting for the day when the suction of the deep pit outside the crack will weaken.

There are no rules for the suction power in this deep pit, and since it can suddenly explode two years ago, it can suddenly decrease after a few years. Everything needs to wait!

In the dark, beside Wang Lin, there were a few frog chirps, and when he looked down, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, illuminating the small cyan frog the size of a palm beside him. This is the Thunder Frog!

A year ago, the thunder frog woke up, it woke up and its body was the size it is now, for Wang Lin's Lei Wei in the original god, this frog felt the deepest, almost at the moment of awakening, it refused to run into the storage bag, but always lay by Wang Lin's side.

Wang Lin rubbed the fingers of his right hand, and suddenly a lightning rushed out and fell on the thunder frog, the thunder frog rolled his eyelids, his tongue suddenly stretched out, and he actually rolled the lightning back into his mouth and swallowed it, and there was a rumbling sound in his abdomen, and it showed a comfortable expression on its face. Wang Lin closed his eyes, his mind immersed in Dao thoughts. There are two ways of his Taoist thoughts, the first is to transform the Yellow Spring, and the second is to condense the soul of the spring.

It's just that this second form, the so-called spring soul, was only condensed with hundreds of millions of souls with the Zun Soul Banner back then, and there was still a life missing in it. Heavenly Ghost, although it has a fierce aura, it is not enough to become Wang Lin's spring soul, because it is only fierce, and there is no evil!" "The real spring soul is not the kind of powerful soul, the simpler it is, the weaker the soul, the more fierce and evil it contains!" Wang Lin pondered. "If I can leave here, I will go to the mortal realm, extract the fierce qi from the mortal soul, and condense it into my own Huangquan soul!"

Wang Lin opened his eyes, looked out of the crack, and slowly stretched out his right hand, his fingertips, into the dividing line in the crack in front of him.

Outside this dividing line, although it is also in the crack, the suction is already there. The moment his fingertips crossed the dividing line, he immediately felt a pain of flesh being sucked.

The skin on his fingers rose and fell like ripples, and even his nails had a feeling of being tugged at raw. "I, Wang Lin, were surrounded here, but it gave me a chance, a chance to feel the power of heaven and earth, and form the third form of Taoism!" Wang Lin's eyes were flat, but there was a hint of gloom flashing. "But, before that, it is necessary to completely expel the troubles in the body!" Wang Lin withdrew his fingertips, which were numb and unconscious.

Killing the immortal trick he just in case, all existed on the puppet. Since Wang Lin comprehended this immortal technique, it has become an extremely important supernatural power for him, and he made up his mind not to leave any trace in his body, and Wang Lin also did it after struggling."

Previously, with the cultivation of this killing immortal technique, Wang Lin had a killing heart in his body, and this killing heart had not changed at the beginning, even after Wang Lin gave all the killing qi to the puppet, it was the same as usual, but, three years later, that is, a few months ago, Wang Lin clearly felt that the killing heart had changed.

This kind of mutation would give Wang Lin a kind of madness as if he had swallowed the Ascending Immortal Fruit back then, and even gave him an urge to immediately take back the killing qi.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his eyes showed a hint of decisiveness, he stood up and resolutely took a step, and this step directly crossed into the dividing line. The huge suction force suddenly tore Wang Lin's body frantically, trying to drag him out of the crack.

Wang Lin's body was running with immortal power, and he slowly sat down cross-legged, resisting the suction Bo at the same time, he was also silently feeling the change in the suction.

There is a cold in this suction, integrated into the body, wandering between the meridians, but the cold is not thick, and the immortal power can be dispelled" This sitting is a few days, feeling the change of suction, this day, Wang Lin again!& took a step.

This time, where he was, the suction force was even greater, and the blood in his body seemed to flow slowly, as if it was about to break away. "It's still not enough!" Wang Lin flashed in the sun.

At the tidal corridor, next to the deep pit, densely packed with hideous mosquito beasts, they dare not get too close, the suction is too great, if the distance is close, their bodies will be sucked into the pit.

Among this group of mosquito beasts, there is a mosquito beast with purple light all over its body, and where it flies, other mosquito beasts have avoided it, and under the roar, it can make the bodies of other mosquito beasts tremble.

It's just that this mosquito beast with purple light all over its body, but its eyes are always full of anxiety, and it has been wandering outside the pit for nearly three years! It even wanted to rush into the pit several times, but after glancing at its companions, it stopped alive.

A hissing sound came from its mouth and echoed in all directions...... It's like a young son who has been separated from his relatives, calling the names of his relatives......