Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 112: Kill Wang Chan!
Looking at Han Li's cautious look, Wang Lin smiled and shook his head.

And so they waited for another half an hour.

Dong Xuaner arrived here slowly and late.

He did not approach Han Li and his companions. Instead, he came to three disciples wearing Huangfeng Valley uniforms and exchanged a few words with them.

On the platform, a Ghost Spirit Sect monk disguised as a Yan family member walked up to Wang Chan and respectfully reported:
"Young Sect Master, the two elders said that there is another cultivator who is too far away from the formation. If we activate the formation now, it will be difficult to imprison that person in the formation."

Hearing this, Wang Chan of the Ghost Spirit Sect raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance, and happened to see Han Li standing under a huge tree.

Of course, it was Wang Lin’s request to let Han Li stand under the ancient tree.

I am at the late stage of foundation building, and I am afraid it will be difficult to lure out Wang Chan successfully.

The best choice, naturally, is to follow the original plot and have Han Li lure out Wang Chan.

"Which sect's disciple is that?"

Wang Chan sneered and then asked.

"If he's wearing yellow clothes, he should be a disciple of the Yellow Maple Valley."

The disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect did not dare to be careless and quickly bowed.

"Let the two elders take action. This disciple from the Yellow Maple Valley is quite interesting. Let me take care of the details."

Wang Chan smiled faintly, and a hint of blood flashed in his eyes, as if there was a hint of blood in the air.

After all, Han Li was only at the initial stage of foundation building. In Wang Chan's opinion, he posed no threat at all.

If it was Wang Lin in the late stage of foundation building, Wang Chan would not be so confident.

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Wang Chan, the Ghost Guards behind him shuddered and bowed:

"Yes, young master!"

Wang Chan waved his sleeves, turned into a phantom, and disappeared out of thin air.

"Let's do it!"

Seeing Wang Chan taking action, Wang Lin muttered something in his heart, and then he saw Wang Chan stepping on the green bone fork, with thick black fog gushing out from it.

Han Li's expression changed slightly, and without any hesitation, he summoned an emerald green wooden sword flying magic weapon.

Since the Black Dragon was killed by Wang Lin, Han Li did not get the Black Dragon materials to make the Divine Wind Boat.

However, he also bought a handy flying magic weapon. The top-level flying magic weapon under his feet was called Bamboo Xiao Sword, which had extraordinary escape skills. Han Li liked it very much.

At this moment, a blood-red light curtain surged from the valley.

Its speed was so fast that in an instant a blood-red light curtain formed above the valley.

Above the blood curtain, the Li brothers were sitting cross-legged, pouring spiritual power into the formation.

If one wants to kill these one hundred foundation-building cultivators, it is naturally not a difficult task.

But it is not so easy to keep the body intact and refine the soul intact.

Otherwise, the two Jindan cultivators wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.

Thanks to his quick reaction, Han Li successfully escaped from the Yin Fire Array.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Lin and Xin Ruyin who were still in the formation, and his expression changed slightly.

At this moment, Wang Lin's voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

"Escape towards the Yellow Maple Valley, I will follow!"

"Let's finish off this young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect together with you!"

Hearing Wang Lin's voice, Han Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then took out several talismans and threw them behind him.

Blocking Wang Chan's speed of pursuit.

The two were so fast that they disappeared in a few moments.

At this moment, streams of Yin Fire gushed out from the formation.

Chasing towards the hundreds of foundation-building monks below.

Yin Fire is invisible and difficult to resist.

A slight touch is enough to extract the souls of these foundation-building monks.

In just one breath, three foundation-building monks died.

"Do it!"

Wang Lin glanced at Xin Ruyin beside him and heard the voice.

Xin Ruyin understood and immediately took out a formation flag and poured her spiritual power into it.

In an instant, the red formation light curtain that was like a waterfall just now suddenly made a buzzing sound.

"There's something wrong with the formation, run quickly!"

Someone in the crowd shouted softly, and several disciples from the seven sects easily passed through the light curtain of the formation and fled into the distance.

"what!"

The Li brothers in the sky changed their expressions instantly when they saw the strange formation.

The souls of these one hundred foundation-building cultivators must be left for Yan Ruyan to build her foundation, so how could they escape?

With this in mind, the two of them once again poured spiritual power into the light curtain of the formation beneath them.

But unexpectedly, as more spiritual power was poured in, the light curtain of the formation did not change at all.

There were even more foundation-building cultivators who escaped.

There were hundreds of foundation-building monks ahead of them, but in the blink of an eye, only fifty or so were left.

"Arrests!"

At this moment, the two foundation-building elders also knew that there was a problem with the formation.

After hearing the elder's words, the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect realized what was happening and each of them controlled their flying magic tools to escape from the valley.

However, as soon as the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect approached the Yin Fire Formation, which the disciples of the seven sects could enter and exit at will, strange things happened.

Grains of emerald green Yin Fire condensed out of thin air, cut through the void, and floated straight towards the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Several disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect who were in the initial stage of foundation building and had not been on guard were instantly surrounded by Yin Fire.

"Crack!"

With the sound of flames burning, the flesh and blood of his body were quickly sucked away, and the vague souls were sucked away by the green Yin Fire.

"what!"

"Someone has tampered with the formation!"

Looking at the scene before them, the Li brothers' faces suddenly changed, and they immediately summoned their own magical weapons.

A snow-white skull and a soul flag as black as ink.

Both magic weapons exuded powerful aura, and streams of spiritual light visible to the naked eye surged from the magic weapons.

Like waves, one after another, it continued to surge towards the surroundings.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Lin looked at Xin Ruyin beside him and said, "Retreat." Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the two of them, Xin Ruyin jumped directly onto Wang Lin's Baiyun Shuttle without any hesitation, turned into a phantom, and disappeared on the spot.

However, as the two left, the Yin Fire Array in the valley did not dissipate.

Instead, a white spiritual light appeared again outside the formation.

"Invert the Five Elements Formation!"

Looking at the formation that suddenly rose up, the two looked at each other and thought to themselves that it was not good.

Without any hesitation, he immediately activated his life-saving magic weapon and attacked the two formations in the valley with all his strength.

And deep underground.

Kiyaksha held the formation plate in his hand and said fiercely: "Yesterday you bullied me, today I have the formation in my hand, I will make you pay."

Wang Lin stepped on the White Cloud Shuttle and used extremely fast escape techniques. He turned into a phantom and chased after Han Li.

……

"Want to run? Where do you want to run to? Die!"

The young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect waved his sleeves, and thick blood-red mist quickly surged out of the flying fork under him, as if it had life.

It gathered into a blood cloud more than ten feet high, with a menacing momentum.

Seeing Han Li approaching, Wang Chan showed a ferocious expression and said with a smile: "My Blood Spirit Great Art escape technique is unparalleled. Don't even think about escaping from my grasp."

Hearing Wang Chan's wild laughter behind him, Han Li's face turned pale and he reached for his storage bag.

A stack of primary fireball talismans flew out of his hand and turned into red fireballs.

"Boom!"

As the huge roars sounded, Wang Chan's pursuit slowed down slightly.

"call out!"

At this moment, a sharp whistle that rose into the sky was heard, and the blood cloud behind him suddenly surged and covered the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the blood cloud surged, and its speed suddenly increased several times, like a raging wave, and it arrived beside Han Li in an instant.

Directly trapping him and his magic weapon in mid-air.

Amid the whimpering sounds, two blood-red monsters with bared fangs and claws revealed themselves.

The two monsters had long and short horns on their heads, pointed tails, and red eyes. They pounced towards Han Li.

Looking at the blood ghost rushing towards him, Han Li did not dare to be careless at all and waved his right hand.

Several emerald green sword beams flashed and landed on the group of little ghosts.

The sword energy was so surging that it directly crushed the two blood ghosts.

But the ghost was destroyed, turned into a pool of blood, and merged into the blood mist again.

Before Han Li could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw dozens of blood ghosts emerging from the blood mist again, as if they were born from the blood cloud in an endless stream.

Han Li's face turned pale as he continuously took out talismans, fireballs, ice cones, and ice blades to crush these blood ghosts.

Compared to Han Li who was struggling to support, Wang Chan was very leisurely, sitting cross-legged in the blood mist.

Blood mist gushed out from his body, wanting to play with Han Li.

"call out!"

At this moment, a scarlet dragon cut through the blood cloud.

The seven-foot long blade cuts through all evil.

The dozens of blood ghosts that trapped Han Li melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Wang Lin, standing on the White Cloud Shuttle, fell from the air with his hands behind his back.

Han Li looked at Wang Lin's back, feeling delighted, and said, "Senior Brother Wang!"

"Later stage of foundation building!"

Sensing the sudden appearance of Wang Lin, Wang Chan's expression changed slightly: "How could he appear here?"

In Wang Chan's opinion, the disciples of the seven sects like Wang Chan should have been refined to death by the Li brothers.

How come you are here?

"Is there a problem?"

Wang Chan was feeling uneasy and was also afraid of Wang Lin's late foundation building cultivation.

He turned around and tried to escape.

At this moment, a vermilion light curtain of formation appeared out of thin air behind him.

A female cultivator in a yellow robe, with her feet on a flying sword and a formation plate in her hands, blocked her own retreat.

"Being plotted!"

Wang Chan's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

At this moment, wisps of faint blue light flashed.

Wang Chan looked up and saw a faint light flashing in Wang Lin's eyes.

"call out!"

The Chimu Divine Light was exerted with all its strength, and the light flashed and instantly sank into the center of Wang Chan's eyebrows.

The divine light entered his mind and his body instantly stiffened in place.

The blood ghosts around him also stopped attacking, suspended in mid-air, and stood there in a daze.

Wang Lin shook his wrist, and the Fire Dragon Sword cut through the void and slashed straight towards Wang Chan.

"Stab!"

The magic sword cut through his skin, and bright red blood dripped from Wang Chan's brow.

Just as the magic sword was about to chop his head off, a blood-red gem suddenly appeared from his neck.

The precious jade solidified into shape, and a thick layer of blood-red light quickly formed on its surface.

Keep the spirit sword out.

"Jingle Bell!"

After a clear chirping sound, Wang Chan immediately woke up.

When he saw the bloody light curtain in front of him, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I almost died just now!"

If it weren't for the protective spiritual jade given by his Yuanying father, Wang Chan would have been a corpse by now.

After all, Tian Buque is the son of the clan leader.

In other immortal cultivation worlds, the sect master naturally has the highest cultivation level. However, in the mortal world, most of the sect masters are foundation-building and core-forming cultivators. There is no possibility of further progress in their cultivation, so they deal with worldly affairs.

(End of this chapter)