Wang Lin looked at the end of the road in front of him, at the white light that made one's heart palpitate.
Not only him, but everyone on the road was staring at where the light was and walking towards it step by step.
Wang Lin could feel that he and these people seemed to be in a different time and space. He could walk on this road without any obstacles, while the others on the road seemed to be walking on the same spot.
Passing by one person after another, Wang Lin came to the side of the two people closest to the white light.
These two people stood side by side, looking completely different. One was a young monk with a jade-like face. He looked solemn, pure, and full of wisdom.
Even though there was a vertical crack in the middle of his eyebrows and the raging Devil Will, it still did not disturb the benevolent Zen Will that flowed out of this monk.
The benevolence of Buddhism and the evil of Devil Sect seemed to be perfectly fused on him.
However, when Wang Lin saw the monk's appearance, he immediately thought of a light portrait that he had seen before.
The Great Leiyin Temple's Wu Bei Divine Monk was publicly recognized as the most outstanding successor of Buddhism after Gautama went to the Dead Sea and the death of the top ten disciples. He was known as the Seven Ancestors of Saha and brought hope to Buddhism.
However, Wu Bei, who had high hopes placed on him, later entered the Devil Path and joined the Primordial Devil Lord Jiang Zhaoyang. He received the title of Demon Lord Wu Bei, and later generations were used to calling him Demon Buddha Wu Bei, or Demon Monk Wu Bei.
In the past, Wu Bei betrayed Buddhism and joined the Devil Path. It was one of the greatest disgraces in the entire history of the Great Leiyin Temple, as well as the biggest scandal.
After that, during the final battle between the righteous and the Devil Path in the Middle era, he was defeated by the then Taixu Temple's Supreme One Dao Lord. He killed his way back to the Great Leiyin Temple and fought a bloody battle in the Great Leiyin Temple. In the end, he died. When he passed away, he was not arrogant, nor was he remorseful. His expression was serene, and without a word, he turned into 81 black demonic relics.
Beside Devil Buddha Wu Bei, there was a tall woman. Wu Bei was tall and slender. He was already much taller than ordinary people, but this woman was even taller than Wu Bei.
She had a head full of hair that was as hard as iron. On her somewhat beautiful face, there was a terrifying scar on the left side of her face. The scar ran from the left side of her forehead all the way down, destroying her left eye. It went across her cheek all the way to her chin. The scar was long and wide, completely disfiguring her.
The existence of this scar made this tall woman look like she was filled with an iron-blooded murderous aura. Streaks of blood-red light flashed within the scar, making her look ferocious and terrifying.
The strength of this woman's demonic technique was not inferior to the Devil Buddha, Wu Bei, who was beside her. Although it was not as smooth and profound as Wu Bei's, its attack power was stronger, and its evil and murderous nature was more intense.
With her cultivation, it wasn't difficult for her to heal the scar on her face under normal circumstances. There were only two possibilities. Either the foundation of her Great Dao was damaged by someone, or it was her own will.
The image of this woman was also widely circulated, and her reputation was not inferior to Wu Bei. It was because she was the number one killing god under the Primordial Devil Lord Jiang Zhaoyang, Massacre Demon Venerable, Kang Zhuo.
The Primordial Golden Ship, the sect treasure of the Primordial Devil Cult, was usually controlled by Kang Zhuo most of the time. Her reputation as a killing god was known throughout the world.
In the past, she had a great battle with the sect leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, Sword Venerable Green Lotus, Zhang Mu, and her name would go down in history.
In his lifetime, his hands were stained with blood. He fought against demons, fought against humans, fought against demons, fought against the Primitive Devil Cult, and killed countless experts. In the end, he died in the hands of Youhuang Heaven Sea during the war between two worlds.
Demon Venerable Wu Bei and Massacre Demon Venerable were the two strongest experts of the Primordial Devil Cult after Jiang Zhaoyang.
At this moment, they were also the closest to the end of the path. Wang Lin looked back and knew that this was the uniqueness of the Primordial Devil Cult's devil path. It manifested the level that the experts of the Primordial Devil Cult had reached in the past on this path. It wasn't the magic power of Kang Zhuo and the others.
The various kinds of devils from before were also in the same situation. And the source of the scene before him was the white light at the end of the path.
If Wang Lin completely immersed himself in the devil path, then his figure would also be projected on this path. Depending on the depth of his attainments in the devil arts, his position would be determined.
But now, he guarded the bit of clarity in his heart and didn't truly transform into a devil. With his Xuanmen Tianzong Heavenly Virtue Scripture as his foundation, he could move freely in the abyss.
He didn't truly belong here, but he could move forward here.
Wang Lin's state of mind was calm. He passed by Demon Buddha Wu Bei and Massacre Demon Venerable Kang Zhuo and continued forward. Then, he stepped into the white light in front of him.
As soon as he entered the white light, Wang Lin's body and mind shook violently. He almost couldn't guard the last bit of clarity in his bier.
Wang Lin's mind was extremely firm. The dao technique he cultivated was also an expert in this aspect. Therefore, even the Supreme Heart Devil couldn't shake his mind.
At the current cultivation realm, for Wang Lin, the heart devil couldn't be extinguished and was everywhere. But it could be cut down and disappeared. Unless Wang Lin intentionally left it for cultivation, it wouldn't leave a trace in his bier.
But at this moment, Wang Lin felt that his state of mind was unstable.
What made his state of mind unstable wasn't the heart devil, but his emotions and thoughts. At this moment, there was a huge change.
At this moment, Wang Lin vaguely felt as though there were countless thoughts surging into his mind. The past, present, and future seemed endless.
It wasn't that Wang Lin could read minds and understand the changes in other people's hearts. But at this moment, everyone's thoughts seemed to be Wang Lin's own thoughts and consciousness.
Wang Lin's face, which had already stabilized, changed again. His appearance kept changing, turning into the appearance of many people. He seemed to have seen some of them in his memory, but most of them were completely unfamiliar.
And the vertical crack in the middle of his eyebrows actually started to heal gradually.
Beams of white light shone into the crack, and the red light in the crack started to dim. It wasn't suppressed or eliminated, but it gradually turned into white light.
And during this process, the crack gradually closed and disappeared. Although the speed was very slow, it was really happening.
Wang Lin forced himself to calm down, but he still felt that it was all in vain.
Not to mention the Great Fiend avatar in the void battlefield, even Wang Lin's body on the Immortal Mountain in the Immortal Abode Sea began to tremble violently. The crack on his forehead kept distorting.
When Lin Feng saw this scene, he narrowed his eyes slightly. He raised his hand and extended a finger, pointing at Wang Lin's glabella.
However, halfway through his finger, Lin Feng stopped again. He retracted his finger and continued looking at Wang Lin Silently.
At the next moment, Wang Lin's body suddenly opened its eyes. The endless light in his eyes vanished, and he shed his human form, transforming into the Essence Soul embodiment of the Netherworld Taiji Diagram.
There was a crack in the middle of the Taiji Diagram that kept twisting. The red light in the crack gradually turned white.
However, Wang Lin's Essence Soul gradually stabilized.
In the void battlefield, in the consciousness of Wang Lin's Great Fiend avatar, his state of mind also stabilized.
In the vast white light, Wang Lin looked ahead and saw an elegant middle-aged man standing there. His hair was dyed with stars, but he did not look old at all. His facial features were handsome, and he had a demonic charm like that of a Godfiend.
He stood there with his hands behind his back. As if sensing Wang Lin's changes, he turned slightly and looked at Wang Lin.
Looking at the middle-aged man, Wang Lin's pupils constricted slightly. There was nothing special about this person. He did not reveal any demonic qi at all, nor did he give off a malevolent and twisted feeling like other demons. He was not violent, crazy, or bloodthirsty. It was as if he had merged with the creation of heaven and earth and everything in nature. He was extremely harmonious.
Looking at him, there were no traces of demonic techniques at all. The only exception was that there was a small black hole between his eyebrows that shot out faint white light.
At that moment, the white light that filled the void in front of him was actually shooting out from that small hole.
Wang Lin knew that it wasn't a small hole, but rather a huge crack, just like the one that had appeared outside.
However, the vertical crack between the middle-aged man's eyebrows was constantly healing, so the crack gradually disappeared. Only the last bit had not completely healed, so it looked like a small hole.
This middle-aged man was undoubtedly more famous than Wu Bei the Devil Buddha and Kang Zhuo the Slaughtering Demon Venerable in the human cultivation world of the vast land of the Divine Land.
The leader of all demons, the leader of the Primordial Demon Cult, Primordial Demon Lord Jiang Zhaoyang.
Most people did not know that Jiang Zhaoyang had fallen into the Netherworld Sea in the past and had returned to the Colossal World during the Middle Era. Therefore, almost everyone knew that Jiang Zhaoyang was known as the number one human cultivator of the Middle Era.
Jiang Zhaoyang turned his head to look at Wang Lin, and Wang Lin looked at him calmly. In those eyes, there seemed to be thousands of lights flashing at the same time, originating from a single point and returning to a single point.
Wang Lin's true body on the Immortal Mountain of Yingzhou turned from the Netherworld Taiji Diagram back into his human form. He landed in front of Lin Feng and said, "Master, the Primordial Heart Demon Concealment Curse is indeed unique and wondrous. It originates from the heart demon, but it is not something that can be described with the words' heart demon. '
"At the beginning of the primordial chaos, there was nothing. There was no matter, no time, no space, no living beings, and no consciousness of emotions. This Primordial Heart Demon Concealment Curse is to trace back the first emotion and desire in this world of creation. There is no beginning, no beginning, no end, and no end. It goes with all living beings and is the same as creation.
"When it is used in combat, it is strange and unpredictable. It can directly attack one's heart and is difficult to guard against."
Wang Lin let out a long sigh. "Before that black crystal shattered, it should have been a product of Jiang Zhaoyang being sent to the Youhuang Celestial Sea in the past, when he used the Primordial Heart Demon Concealment Curse to revive him. Jiang Zhaoyang used it to be reborn, and the black crystal fell into the hands of Youhuang Celestial Sea. Later on, Youhuang Empress obtained it, which was why it appeared there. Later, it shattered due to some other reason. "
"The Jiang Zhaoyang disciple saw was only a remnant image of the Primordial Heart Demon Concealment Curse. It wasn't his demonic will or aura." Wang Lin's eyes flickered slightly. "As you said, Master, this is a fated opportunity for disciple. Fellow Daoist Ning hasn't fully mastered it yet, so disciple wants to give it a try."
Lin Feng smiled faintly. "It's good that you can grasp it."
Wang Lin nodded and closed his eyes again.
In the hall of the crimson and black world in the Void Battlefield, there was complete silence. Ning Wange sat on the sacrificial altar, shrouded in white smoke, while Wang Lin's Great Devil Clone sat in the center of the spell formation, not saying a word or moving.
Silently, Daluo and Crocodile God, who already understood the situation, waited patiently and protected the two of them.
Time passed quickly. Just as Daluo was examining the spell formation and sacrificial altar, his heart suddenly shook. He vaguely felt a strong wave of power appearing outside the crimson and black world!
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