Old Friend

"Wang Zhuo..." Wang Lin's eyes narrowed. His body moved, as fast as thunder, and whistled away.

Although Wang Zhuo looked like a vicissitudes of life, Wang Lin still recognized him at a glance.

Wang Zhuo felt sad in his heart. Along the way, more than ten of them had already died. He could encounter such a battle almost every day in recent years. Along the way, the shadow of death became stronger and stronger.

Several other cultivation countries around have been destroyed one after another, either destroyed the country or become vassals of the immortal remnants.

The third-level cultivation country is not the main battlefield of the immortal remnants, but it is just a place where they can cultivate low-level clans people's combat experience.

The Zhuque Kingdom did not care too much about the third-level cultivation country, but sent some early-stage cultivators in the God Transformation stage. However, as the battle lasted, the Zhuque Kingdom finally pulled away all the envoys from the third-level cultivation country and gave up the third-level cultivation country.

In the eyes of the Suzaku Kingdom, the Nascent Soul monks are really insignificant in this war.

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly, watching another fellow disciple die, and watching the other party's four immortal clans, who clearly have the cultivation level equivalent to the late stage of the Killing Dan, but did not directly kill, but chased all the way, in a teasing manner.

At this moment, a meteor suddenly passed by the horizon in the distance, emitting an unimaginable aura from it. The four immortal clans were shocked and looked at it immediately.

Almost instantly, the meteor disappeared, and a man with long hair drifted away in white clothes. Within a few steps, he came from a distance to the nearest.

The four people from the Immortal Remnants suddenly changed their expressions. The four of them immediately noticed that the man in white had a breath that made them feel trembling. Only the spell masters with more than seven leaves in the clan would have this breath.

"Infant Transformation..." One of the Immortal Remnants tribes said tremblingly. He exclaimed in surprise and turned around and ran away without saying a word. The other three followed closely behind.

Wang Lin's eyes were cold, and he slapped the storage bag with his right hand. The mosquito beast flew out. Without waiting for Wang Lin's order, he immediately roared, and caught up with the four people as fast as lightning. As the screams echoed, the four people died suddenly and became the delicacy of the mosquito beasts.

This scene happened so quickly that it made Wang Zhuo and others stunned.

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 one who transformed into a god in Hengyue Mountain.

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years. You have reached the late stage of the Dan Gang. It's a joyful congratulations. Forget it, I'll help you build a baby once!" As he said that, Wang Lin pressed his right hand a little and pressed it against Wang Zhuo's eyebrows from the air.

The seal in Wang Zhuo's mind was immediately dispersed, and the memories of his previous life drowned him like a flood. His body shook and he fell into a coma.

Wang Lin glanced at Wang Zhuo's other fellow disciples indifferently. All of these people were in the early stage of the elixir cultivation, and only one of them was in the middle stage of the elixir. In this person's body, there was a spiritual seed left by Wang Lin back then.

"Where are you going?" Wang Lin asked.

The man with the spirit seed was an old man. He immediately trembled under Wang Lin's eyes and said quickly: "More than ten younger generations were ordered to help the neighboring country, but unfortunately the neighboring country was defeated by the immortal clan and had fallen. We are waiting to fight all the way back and prepare to rush back to Zhao."

Wang Lin slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a jade slip appeared in his hand, leaving a trace of artistic conception, threw it to the old man, and said calmly: "Hold this thing, you can ensure that you return to Zhao State safely, go."

The old man was as if he had found a treasure and bowed excitedly. In his opinion, this thing is life!

Wang Lin waved his right hand, grabbed Wang Zhuo from the air, and disappeared in a flash.

The old man took a deep breath and respectfully bowed to the place where Wang Lin disappeared. This bow was sincere and without any distractions.

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

The old man looked at me with reminiscence and said softly: "That is my Zhao State, the only god-transforming monk..."

"The god-transforming monk... is he from Zhao?" The middle-aged man gasped.

"Haha, you should have heard of his name..." The old man moved and flew into the distance, and the other fellow disciples immediately followed.

"Wang Lin, his name is Wang Lin!"

As soon as the word "Wang Lin" came out, and several other fellow disciples, including the great man, suddenly shook their bodies and looked shocked in their eyes.

In the cultivation world of Zhao State, the name Wang Lin represents a vast evil spirit and a catastrophe in the past.

That day, blood flowed into a river, and the land of Zhao State was stained with blood. All this made everyone unable to forget it.

To this day, the catastrophe of the Teng Family is still circulating in the cultivation world of Zhao State, and is always remembered in the heart, and has even become the pursuit of many young monks throughout their lives.

On a mountain, Wang Zhuo slowly woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he showed a hint of confusion. The confusion slowly dissipated. Finally, his eyes calmed down and looked at the white figure standing in the wind.

"Wang Lin..." A bitter voice came from Wang Zhuo's mouth.

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

Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin, and the memories of his previous life echoed in his mind one by one, and finally frozen the scene of his wife dying in his arms in his previous life. Then, he sighed softly.

"Thanks……"

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "In the past, the only people from the Wang family are left, so why bother to thank you..."

"What kind of cultivation do you have now? But you have reached the...infant transformation?" Wang Zhuo hesitated and asked.

"The infant transformation has not been achieved yet." Wang Lin looked into the distance.

"Time flies, and it's a flash. I still remember you and me who were in the Hengyue Sect back then...ah..." Wang Zhuo sighed lightly.

"Wang Zhuo, what happened on the Vermillion Bird Star in recent years? How could the Immortal Relics appear?" Wang Lin asked with a flash of eyes.

Wang Zhuo was stunned and said, "Don't you know?"

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "In the past seven years, I have not been on the Suzaku Star."

Wang Zhuo was shocked. Wang Lin’s understatement was very clear in his ears.

Not in the Suzaku Star... Wang Lin's cultivation level can break through the void...

Wang Zhuo took a deep breath and told all the things he knew in recent years.

Wang Lin's expression was always calm, but his heart was filled with great waves. The immortal remnants invaded and almost most of the third-level cultivation countries fell.

The fourth-level cultivation country was not protected, and the Zhuque Kingdom resisted with all its might, but still retreated step by step.

The Siren Sect came forward to help the immortal clan with all its strength. There were five fourth-level cultivation countries and betrayed one after another.

The entire Vermillion Bird Star and the Immortal Remnants have occupied half of the position.

"According to rumors, the Immortal Relics sent nine people back then. The identities of these nine people have been exposed now, and there are still four left. No one knows who they are. They only know that they must be at an extremely high position in the country of level 5 or above cultivation." Wang Zhuo said slowly.

Wang Lin was silent. He never expected that such a big change would happen in just a few years.

"Soul Refining Sect..." Wang Lin took a deep breath. He wanted to return to the Soul Refining Sect immediately to see if there were any changes in the Soul Refining Sect.

What Wang Zhuo knew about was mostly rumors, not true, and did not know about the Soul Refining Sect.

"Wang Lin, can you go back to Zhao State to relieve the danger of Zhao State..." Wang Zhuo was silent for a little while and said slowly.

"Also, my Wang family still has descendants. I have been taking care of it secretly over the years. I hope that mortals will not be implicated in this war. However, when I was helping with the war in neighboring countries, I heard that the immortal remnants were looking for boys with spiritual roots everywhere. I was worried that if the descendants of the Wang family had children with spiritual roots, they would be noticed by the immortal remnants. Unfortunately, I have not returned for many years. I don't know if there are people with spiritual roots."

Suzaku Star, Zhao State, rainy night.

Outside the capital of the mortal world of Zhao State, a carriage galloped and ran.

"Go, go!" A bald man sat in front of the carriage, waved the whip in his hand and shouted. He looked back and looked behind him.

The horse was whipped in pain, and a long neighing sounded faster.

"Mom, where are we going?" A child's tender voice came from the carriage.

"Mom takes you to your ancestral home. Only there will Yu'er be safe." The answer to the child was a gentle and pleasant voice, and there was also a hint of anxiety in this voice.

"Mom, I accompanied the third prince to study yesterday. He told me that Zhao State is very dangerous now... It seems that someone is fighting with those immortals. Mom, is that true?" The child named Yu'er continued.

"Yu'er, please rest, don't ask so much." A man's deep voice came from the carriage.

There are three people in the carriage, a couple and a child. The woman is wearing a palace outfit and looks quite charming. There is a beauty mole on the corner of her mouth, which makes her look even more graceful.

The man was wearing a python robe, with a majestic appearance and was not angry. He obviously had a high position all year round, so he naturally had a temperament.

As for the child, he looked six or seven years old, with a slightly red face and a very cute face as pink and jade-carved.

There was a silence in the carriage, and only the shouts of the bald man outside the car came from time to time. Another thing was the ticking sound of raindrops on the carriage pavilion on the rainy night.

Yu'er responded obediently, perhaps she was sleepy, and lay in the woman's arms and gradually fell asleep.

"Prince, Yu'er..." The woman in the carriage had red eyes and couldn't speak.

The man sighed lightly and said slowly: "The immortals in the capital have all left one by one and returned to their respective sects to fight. The aliens who invaded Zhao State are extremely powerful. As far as I know, the immortals in Zhao State have been defeated and have all condensed in one place."

The woman wiped away the tears in her eyes, looked at the children in her arms, and whispered: "Why do those people look for these children around..."
Chapter completed!