Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

In the deep mountains and old forests.

Liang Lin carried the mysterious coffin on his back while guarding against poisonous weeds, while beheading fierce beasts.

There are boundless lush plants in front of you, which also implies countless crises.

After several days and nights, Liang Lin finally saw the dawn.

Not far ahead is a place full of vitality. Unlike the hidden murderous intentions in the deep mountains and old forests, the front is more smoky, like a paradise.

.........

Outside the artifact of ancient paintings.The monks looked at the village where Liang Lin was about to arrive, and were delighted in their hearts.

"I have heard about the Wu Clan before." The one-year elder spoke first.

"The Witch Clan is located in the extreme north of the Xuanyan Continent, and is a tribe with a small number of people."

"There is a legend that in the deep mountains and old forests in the far north, there is a vicious witch god imprisoned."

"Sorcerer God is a superpower since the beginning of the sky. He has the same life span as the sky. He feeds on the filth of the world and cultivates by absorbing souls. All souls absorbed by him are puppets manipulated by him, and he can control them according to his whim. "

"Witch Clan cultivators rely on the power released by the Witch God after being imprisoned and combined with the Witch Clan's secret method to practice, and live endlessly in the extreme north, and their fate is to guard the cage that imprisoned the Witch God."

Hearing what the elder said, the monks were a little moved.

Practitioners in this world are powerful enough to shake the earth and shift the stars, but the reunion of souls and resurrection from death is against the law of heaven and against the rules of the world.

Even if one cultivates to the level of an emperor, there will be a day when one's life essence will be exhausted.

Even though it costs a lot to pay a high price for the forbidden method of medicine and bones, many monks flock to it.

……

Liang Lin stood on the mountainside and looked down. He was like the guardian of the entire Wu clan, blocking the dangers of the deep mountains and old forests, and protecting the Wu people at the foot of the mountain.

Fog shrouded the entire mountain range, but after walking out, it was a peaceful tribe.

The soft sunset and the gorgeous clouds lie on the mountains not far away, and there are clusters of villages built against the mountains in front of them. At this time, smoke is rising from the roofs of the houses.

It is a true portrayal of what the predecessors said "Warm and warm in the distant village, smoke in Yiyixu. Dog barking in the deep alley, chickens crowing on the top of the mulberry tree."

Warm and harmonious, it is really a paradise.

Liang Lin gently carried the red coffin and walked forward.

It seems to have merged into this fairyland.

Wearing a black cloak and disheveled Liang Lin, no one else could see his appearance.

But this tramp, who seems to have broken into the Wu tribe by mistake, is carrying the black coffin made of Chiyan, the hardest thing in the world, which is really eye-catching.

People who hurried home to cook on the road also stood by the side of the road because of the intrusion of outsiders, watching the excitement with their fellow travelers.

Although the climate in the extreme north is cold, it is separated by mountains, and the climate in the place where the tribe is located is relatively mild.

The reclusive clan has always been self-styled and blindly xenophobic.

But the people of the Wu tribe who passed by had no intention of making a move, they just moved their eyes as Liang Lin walked forward.

In the deepest part of the tribe, in a dilapidated house.

An old man in ragged clothes and on crutches walked out of the dilapidated house accompanied by people around him.

Looking at the homeless man who was carrying a mysterious coffin in front of him and couldn't see his face clearly, the old man's dull eyes lit up again.

"It's you, it's really you..."

The old man was about to throw away his crutches and walked up to Liang Lin, when people around him hurriedly supported him.

It wasn't until Liang Lin walked in front of him that the old man took Liang Lin's hand with trembling fingers.

His tone was calm: "Young student..., I already understand your intention."

Immediately, Liang Lin carried the black coffin on his back, and helped the old man walk into the house.

The old man was sitting in front of the bed, and Liang Lin was watching him from below.

This old man must be a super strong man. Although he is dragging a weak and sick body and is still on crutches, there is always a strong evil spirit lingering around him.

But that lifeless face and protruding meridians also indicated that he was coming to the end of his life.

Even if the cultivation base can reach the sky, it is difficult to escape the laws of nature, and it will eventually disappear between the heaven and the earth.

"boom……"

At the bottom of the mountains guarding the tribe, there was a loud bang.

It was like a roar from the depths of the soul, the voice was so high that it could be heard thousands of miles away.

In this roar, there is a strong sense of autonomy, as if it wants to break through the shackles and go straight to the sky and the earth.

All the aborigines of the tribe felt the oppression of their souls, and that sense of autonomy seemed to swallow up the entire Wu clan and destroy the world.

The people of the Wu tribe all looked towards the bottom of the mountain range in unison.

Surprisingly, Liang Lin, who has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, also joined the ranks. It was all because he felt an aura similar to or even worse than that of the Supreme Elder in this roar. Absolute coercion.

.........

"Could this be... the realm of ascension to the sky!!!"

Apart from the artifacts of ancient paintings, the monks looked at the bottom of the mountain range with complicated expressions.

Ascension! ! !

Once the word Xuanyan Continent is mentioned, it will definitely make many monks frightened.

All the monks at the scene felt chills in unison, and what appeared in that high-pitched roar was the will to ascend to heaven several times stronger than ascending to heaven in one step.

"This roar, shouldn't it be from the imprisoned witch god?"

"This witch god is actually a great power in the heaven realm?"

Song Ming's face was serious, and he asked a question in disbelief.

Ascension to the Heaven Realm is a daunting existence for monks in the Xuanyan Continent. Many practitioners can only reach the Emperor's Realm in their entire lives, which is very lucky.As for the realm of ascension to heaven, no one can describe its strength, because no one has ever experienced it.

Those who reach the realm of heaven are basically existences on par with the way of heaven, can go back in time and space, and live the same life as heaven and earth.Its strength is obvious.

At the beginning, the power of ascending to the sky in one step turned the world upside down, not to mention, this is an existence that surpassed ascending to the sky in one step! ! !
Unexpectedly by all the monks, the witch god who was imprisoned at the bottom of the mountain turned out to be a powerful man who ascended to heaven! ! !
At the same time, all the monks have some doubts in their hearts, who is the senior who can seal the strong man in the realm of immortality? "