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In half a month, Wang Lin accumulated some dry food, packed it up and carried it on his back. Accompanied by the moonlight, he walked out of the village.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that 500 years ago, he was not selected by the Hengyue Sect and quietly ran away from home late at night. As a result, after this departure, his fate unfolded 500 years later.
He sighed softly and walked away.
He didn't know where he was. When he was transported by the teleportation array, he had no time to know where he was. At this moment, he just wanted to find a place where the spiritual veins were located so that he could have a trace of spiritual energy under the nourishment of the spiritual veins. Strength, so as to find ways to break the artistic conception and seal.
Late at night, the cold wind came, and Wang Lin could not help but tremble. He thought bitterly that he had not felt like a real mortal for how many years it had been.
Even when he became a mortal, it was countless times better than it is now.
Along the way, Wang Lin would be out of breath every time he walked a certain distance. He would sit down to rest, and his speed would naturally be extremely slow. Seven days later, he was still walking on the official road.
Although he said he had no spiritual power, he still felt it. Along the way, he encountered some places with spiritual power. Unfortunately, no matter how much he breathed it out, he still couldn't produce any of it in his body.
"Perhaps, only in the mountain gates of some cultivation sects here can you find places with strong spiritual power." Wang Lin thought bitterly.
But, how can he enter the cultivation sect with his current body
Wang Lin sighed secretly and looked at the sky. A trace of despair could not help but surge up. But immediately, this despair was suppressed by his determination. He took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "Snowland Country, Troll Demon Clan , I, Wang Lin, will never give up. One day, I will pay back ten times a hundred times what you have done to me!"
With a firm look in his eyes, he stood up and continued walking forward.
But, at this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind. This sound came roaring, and it seemed particularly harsh in this silent night.
Almost at the same time as the sound of hoofbeats, black horses came quickly. Sitting on them were strong men. Their temples all bulged high and they had murderous looks on their faces. When they passed by Wang Lin, one of them had a look on his face. The big man with a scar on his horse suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, looked at Wang Lin intently, and laughed: "Haha, what an ugly boy, what a money tree!" He said, bent down and stretched out his big hand, and immediately grabbed it. He grabbed Wang Lin's clothes and held him in his hands.
"Ma Laosi, what are you doing!" A shout came from the front.
"Boss, I grabbed the money tree. This guy is ugly. It's better to break his leg and put it in front of the Tianwei escort car to block the road than to use his own brother." The scarred man chuckled, spurred his horse, and the horse immediately moved forward. Gallop away.
¡°Boss, look!¡± The scarred man caught up with Wang Lin and said with a smile.
Wang Lin closed his eyes tightly, feeling angry inside. Once upon a time, several martial arts people in the mortal world could humiliate him at will.
Sitting on the horse in front was an extremely burly man. He glared at Wang Lin, nodded and said, "Okay, take it with you!"
A group of eighteen horses roared away gradually.
At a fork three miles away, these people pulled the reins of their horses one after another, stopped, quickly dispersed from each other, put cotton covers on the horses' mouths, scattered around, and hid them.
These people are very skilled in their movements and obviously do this often.
In the blink of an eye, only the scarred man was left standing there holding Wang Lin.
"Xiao Liu, take brother's horse away!" After the scarred man finished speaking, a thin man immediately emerged from the side, led the horse and disappeared into the surrounding dense forest.
¡°Boy, you¡¯re in bad luck!¡± The scarred man looked at Wang Lin, laughed ferociously, raised his right hand, and removed Wang Lin¡¯s chin, then shouted low, and tapped Wang Lin¡¯s legs and shoulders with his fingers.
But after hearing a few clicks, Wang Lin's leg bones and shoulder bones were immediately shattered, and severe pain came. Wang Lin's forehead was covered with sweat. He stared at the scarred man with his eyes, staring at him. I remember the other person's appearance in my heart.
The man with the scar snorted softly, took out a packet of medicine foam from his arms, carefully poured it down on Wang Lin's wound, then moved his body, got into the jungle, and disappeared.
Wang Lin fell to the ground, a murderous intention slowly brewing. He had never been treated like this in his life. However, his current body was too weak and he gradually passed out.
Time passed slowly. An hour later, the sound of carriages rolling on the ground was heard in the distance, gradually getting closer and closer.
At this moment, the carriages suddenly stopped,Tranquility, a hint of unwilling anger, hidden very, very deep.
Wang Lin, who was able to call the wind and rain in those days, is no longer there, and what remains is just a mortal who has lost his spiritual power, collapsed his soul, and has no power to bind a chicken. He couldn't even open the storage bag.
At this moment, the storage bag also lost its trace. It was obviously taken away by those in the martial arts world.
At this time, in the sky above Huoyun Village, the graceful figure of Liu Mei flashed past. She didn't even lower her head to look at it. She had no idea that the person she was looking for was in that mountain peak.
Wang Lin was silent, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Inside this water prison, he immediately realized that the spiritual power here was stronger than anywhere else he had encountered since leaving the village. Rich.
This spiritual power does not come from the mountains, but from the water! (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com