The first person Lin killed, to be precise, was his master Sun Dazhu!

His fingers fell, sawdust flew down, and it didn't take long for the wood carving to take shape, and the moment before Sun Dazhu died, the expression of despair and fear was displayed on the wood carving.

Looking at Sun Dazhu's wood carving, Wang Lin's heart was calm. Back then, if it weren't for Sun Dazhu's greed for the gourd on his body, he would definitely not have ended up dead. The cycle of cause and effect, there is life, and there is naturally death.

The second carving is a middle-aged man, this person's eyes have a bloodthirsty color, his lips are slightly thin, and he seems to be extremely mean, at this time, there is a flying sword on his right hand, this flying sword has a cold glow, and a killing aura suddenly spreads out.

He was killed by Wang Lin, the second person, that is, Zhang Hu's teacher, the disciple of the old man Jimo!

On that day, this person had murderous intent towards Wang Lin, but in the end, he became the second soul in Wang Lin's hands.

Glancing at the wood carving, Wang Lin put him aside and took out a wooden segment again.

This third one is a young man, he is the same Teng Li who chased and killed Wang Lin back then! Thinking of Teng Li, Wang Lin's state of mind fluctuated slightly, but soon, he calmed down again.

After a long time, the tip of his right finger became a knife, and he galloped away on a wooden section.

This person is quite handsome, but there is a rebellious look on his face, his right hand is pinched, his eyes are gloomy, and there is a deep greedy color, and the corners of his mouth even show a hint of an inevitable smile.

It's just that. This smile. It's a thing of the past. Far has passed. Passing away with this smile. There is also the entire vine bloodline.

One by one wood carvings. Formed in the hands of Wang Lindi. After each engraving. He set him aside. Gradually. Wood carvings on the ground. More and more.

A hint of murderous aura. From what is there to nothing. Slowly it gets richer. Each additional wood carving. The murderous spirit of the store will be heavier.

If a monk passes by at this time. Then it will be clearly seen. Wang Lin is above the store. Except for the wind and snow. There's an extra layer of ice.

Wang Lin on this. Completely ignorant of it. He was immersed in his own memories. Put all the souls that can be remembered to the ground. Carve them out one by one.

Gradually. Wang Lin had forgotten that he was carving. He was completely immersed in memory. put yourself in the past 400 years. It's like looking at a stranger. Slowly in the mind.

From the beginning of the weak-crowned young man, he entered the Hengyue faction, in the Hengyue faction, he lacked talent and cultivated slowly, until the heavenly reversal space, and finally Situ Nan appeared, and the Hengyue faction was driven out by the Xuandao Sect.

Then, he left the Hengyue faction and cultivated alone, and then met Zhang Hu, killed Zhang Hu's teacher, and went to Fujijia City, but he didn't expect Teng Li to come.

So, he was separated from Zhang Hu, and until now, he didn't know Zhang Hu's life and death.

Teng Li chased and killed, and finally died at his hands, and then began to fight all the way. Corpse Yin Sect, Cassia Valley, at this time, a thunderbolt on a sunny day completely changed his life.

The death of his parents, Fujihua Yuan's hideous expression, made him, finally shattered his body, and with the help of Situ Nan, he fled into the extraterritorial battlefield.

So, there were four hundred years of killing, in order to improve his cultivation, in order to go back to revenge, he did whatever it took to improve his cultivation, making himself ruthless, ruthless, and even cold-blooded.

Burning the country, cultivating the sea of demons, the land of the ancient gods, these scenes kept flashing in Wang Lin's mind, the order of ten thousand demons to kill in a hundred days, that time, was the most he killed except for the Fuji family.

As for the land of the ancient gods, especially Meng Huozi and others, Wang Lin's impression can be said to be unforgettable and difficult to forget.

The many years in the land of the ancient gods have been a complete transformation of his whole person, whether it is his mind or body.

But the crisis is also huge, and if you are not careful, it will definitely be difficult to get out.

Subsequently, in the state of Chu, he met Li Muwan again, and after the success of the baby, he looked forward to four hundred years of revenge, and finally started.

In the Zhao Kingdom, all the bloodlines of the Teng family died in the hands of Wang Lin, and the cause and effect of this grievance was over.

Wang Lin's hand has never stopped, as he recalls, one by one wood carvings, quickly formed, his hand, faster and faster, can only see an afterimage.

The memory picture in his mind is also getting faster and faster, and gradually, he saw that he had turned into an ordinary life for more than 30 years, birth, old age, sickness and death, and the epitome of life was slowly integrated into Wang Lin's mind.

After a long time, there was no longer any memory picture in his mind, and there were only two words, life and death.

Life and death, a change in the way of reincarnation and heaven, this change, in the four hundred years of killing carved by Wang Lin, he understood the meaning of death, and in the thirty years of mortalization, he knew the meaning of life.

At the moment when he comprehended the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao before, although he failed in the end, it left a deep impression and artistic conception on him, as if he was

A layer of paper gave Wang Lin this kind of epiphany at this moment.

Just an epiphany doesn't mean seeing through.

It can only be said that the current Wang Lin, his state of mind, has reached the level where he can control his own cultivation, and in the ancient cultivation realm, there is a sentence that has a long history.

Look at the mountains are mountains, and look at the water is water.

Wang Lin is like this at this time.

The moment he opened his eyes, there were countless wood carvings in the shop, and Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of evil, which was quite similar to Tuosen in the land of the ancient gods.

He quietly looked at the many wood carvings in front of him, his hands slowly raised, suddenly, these wood carvings suddenly trembled, and they condensed towards his hands, gradually, there were more and more wood carvings, but at this time, between Wang Lin's hands, there was a black whirlpool, although the wood carvings fell one by one, the size of the black vortex has never changed.

One by one, the wood carvings all flew between Wang Lin's hands, and when the last wood carving disappeared into the black vortex, Wang Lin looked at the vortex calmly, and the storage bag on his waist suddenly opened automatically, and all the evil blood balls flew out.

Blended into the whirlpool, the moment the last blood ball entered the whirlpool, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly showed a strange glow, and then, his hands moved.

The black vortex, under the wave of Wang Lin's hands, quickly changed shape, and finally, gradually became square, and slowly condensed, after a long time, the black vortex gradually disappeared, and a black square seal appeared in front of Wang Lin.

This square seal is the size of a palm, and there is a portrait engraved on it, but this portrait has no face, and some are just a figure. This black seal contains all the killings of Wang Lin in the past four hundred years, and he is the outward manifestation of the meaning of death.

Wang Lin's right hand pressed on the black seal, and suddenly, a feeling of blood dissolving in water surged into his heart, he took a deep breath, and the black mark gradually disappeared in his hand and merged into the primordial infant in his body.

Wang Lin was silent for a while, glanced nostalgically at the shop where he had lived for more than 30 years, and with a random wave of his right hand, all the wood carvings in the shop disappeared.

Then, he opened the door of the shop and walked out in the snowy night.

Wang Lin walked slowly on this street, the wind and snow, the heavier.

His figure, when he first walked out of the store, still belonged to the twilight of his old age, but with his footsteps, as he gradually walked towards the street, his body gradually straightened, and the wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared, and finally, of course, the moment he stood at the street corner, Wang Lin had successfully transformed from a mortal to a monk.

What he said has not yet turned into a god, but at this moment, he is already closer to turning into a god, mastering the artistic conception of life and death, and comprehending the way of heaven, Wang Lin can already perceive that a feeling that his body seems to be about to fly gradually appears inside and outside his body.

It was as if there was a magical power in the darkness, stretching out above the sky, pulling him upwards.

At this time, he does not need to comprehend the way of heaven, he does not need to feel the artistic conception, he only needs to find a place, and quietly retreat for ten years, and he can naturally reach the realm of transforming into a god.

Wang Lin stood at the entrance of the street, looked back and took a closer look at this street that was already ten households and nine empty, this old street where he had lived for more than 30 years, every grass and tree here was reflected in Wang Lin's heart, and he felt a little reluctant in his heart.

After watching it for a long time and keeping all this in mind, Wang Lin sighed lightly, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

A city in the south of the Four Factions Alliance is 10,000 miles away, and here, there are a large number of mortals, simple cold houses, all over a large area, and in these houses, many people live.

All of them were mortals who had been recruited to participate in the snow clearing work, and the big cow lived in one of the houses.

There were more than thirty people living in the same room with him, and the small room seemed quite crowded at this time. The big cow lay on the bunk, staring blankly at the roof.

He misses his wife, his son, and Wang Lin.

Everything in the past, in this snow disaster, all disappeared.

Before the snow disaster, he was still a shopkeeper with more than enough food and clothing, and had his own shop, and hired a few men, and his son worshiped the immortal sect and became a member of the immortal.

On that whole street, he can be said to be quite beautiful.

His wife and he have always been in love, and life is beautiful. He even planned to stop him from doing wood carving when Uncle Wang was older, and serve him in his old age.

In his heart, the death of his parents made him already regard Uncle Wang, who watched him grow up, as his elder, but this heavy snow changed everything.

He didn't know how his wife was doing, when he heard a few months ago that even women and girls were being recruited, he was hesitant, his wife's health has not been very good, can she withstand it in this cold and snowy day......