Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 118 Level Bloodline Dragon Inner Pill!

The Ironback Beast is the guardian beast of the Fu family, and was passed down from Fu Tianhua’s parents.

Its head resembles a honey badger, its shape is like a giant bear, and its jet-black back is as hard as armor.

The three-meter-tall body gives off a very oppressive feeling.

Some timid disciples of the Yan family could not help but take a few steps back.

"Humph!"

The Yan family's ancestor snorted softly, and the disciples behind him only then reacted and lowered their heads in shame.

"Friend Fu must have also known that my Yan family was in trouble, and wanted to join the Tianxing Sect today!"

The ancestor of the Yan family was flexible and bowed to Fu Tianhua, saying with a smile: "I hope Daoist Fu can introduce me to you. I will not let Daoist Fu's efforts go in vain."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Fu Tianhua's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"I know there is a level 5 bloodline dragon. If Fellow Daoist Yan can kill it, I can help you."

The Yan family ancestor’s pupils shrank slightly.

Level 5 bloodline dragon.

Possessing the blood of a dragon, its strength is far beyond that of an ordinary level five monster.

Even if he had reached the middle stage of the Jindan realm, he might not be able to kill it.

But since he was under someone's roof and needed help, the Yan family ancestor simply couldn't refuse.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Where is that blood-line dragon?"

"call out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Tianhua waved his sleeves and a jade slip flew out from his sleeves.

The jade slip emitted a faint white fluorescence and floated in front of the Yan family's ancestor.

The ancestor of the Yan family narrowed his eyes slightly, took the jade slip with his hand, and his spiritual consciousness poured into it.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The ancestor of the Yan family waved his sleeves, a gust of wind surged, and a huge two-headed monster flew out from the spirit beast bag on his waist.

The huge red and blue double heads emit biting cold winds and raging flames.

When its wings are spread, they are ten feet wide.

The powerful aura did not scare the Ironback Beast at all.

A group of Yan family disciples followed the Yan family ancestor and landed on the back of the two-headed wolf.

It transformed into a blue-red shadow and fled into the distance.

"The largest family in Yue State!"

Fu Tianhua stroked his beard and smiled grimly: "Now I have fallen to this point and can only beg for survival."

"Ancestor, you spent a lot of money to buy the information about the blood-line dragon."

Fu Xin walked to the incarnation of Fu Tian and bowed, "What if they kill the Bloodline Dragon and don't give the ancestor the inner elixir?"

"Humph!"

Fu Tianhua snorted coldly and glanced at Fu Xin: "Take the disciples of Purple Mist Hall and follow me!"

Fu Tianhua’s idea is very simple.

If the Yan family ancestor and the blood-line dragon were both injured, he would naturally not miss this opportunity to reap the benefits.

And if the ancestor of the Yan family kills the blood-line dragon with swift and drastic measures, he can also get a blood-line dragon for free.

No matter how you look at it, Fu Tianhua is the one who benefits the most.

……

On the Tianyue Shenzhou, Nangong Wan's beautiful eyes flickered, and she exclaimed softly, "It actually changed direction."

I saw the blue light in the black soul lamp in my hand, which seemed to have life and was constantly changing its direction.

"The direction changed so quickly, it seems to be on the back of Yan Jin's ice and fire double-headed horse!"

Nangong Wan opened her red lips slightly and murmured in a low voice.

"Ice and Fire?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Is that the spirit beast of the Yan family's ancestor?"

"Ok!"

Seeing Wang Lin’s curiosity, Nangong Wan patiently explained: “It is said that this two-headed duck has the blood of ancient wild beasts, and the ice and fire two-headed duck is a different species of two-headed duck.”

"Although it is only a fourth-level monster, it masters ice and fire spells, and is much more powerful than ordinary fourth-level monsters."

Seeing Nangong Wan praising the double-headed duck, Wang Lin's heart was slightly moved.

It seems that the Yanyue Sect is determined to obtain the Yan family's method of cultivating the two-headed duck.

Next, the Tianyue Shenzhou turned and fled towards the soul lamp.

They flew like this for several hours.

It finally stopped over an isolated island on the Panlong River.

Although it is called an isolated island, it is actually very large.

It is hundreds of miles in size.

The island is dotted with century-old giant trees, and there is a pier in the southeast of the island.

In the distance, you can see a mortal town.

Some fishermen were fishing on the river in small boats.

Nangong Wan glanced at the soul lamp emitting a light red in her hand and said, "Yan Ruyan is within ten miles. I need you to find out her exact location."

As she spoke, Nangong Wan shook her wrist and put away the soul lamp directly, looking at Xuan Le and other Yanyue Sect disciples:

"Search the island. If you find anything, crush the jade token immediately and I will rush over immediately!"

Upon hearing Nangong Wan's order, all the disciples of the Yanyue Sect hurriedly bowed and agreed.

Then they each controlled their magic weapons, transformed into white streams of light, and fled towards the island.

Seeing that Nangong Wan sent the Yanyue Sect disciples to set off, Wang Lin couldn't just stand there and watch.

He tapped the storage bag on his waist, and three mahogany puppet dolls appeared in his hand.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The three puppets turned into red streams of light and landed in front of the three people, saying, "If you encounter danger, crush the puppets. Maybe it will save your lives."

Hearing this, Nangong Wanyu frowned slightly and couldn't help but glance at Wang Lin beside her. She didn't expect Wang Lin to be so confident.

Even I don't have such means to bestow treasures at will to protect the safety of my disciples.

The three people who got the puppets bowed their hands in gratitude, then controlled their respective flying magic weapons and fled towards the island.

"This kid is interesting!"

Nangong Wan muttered to herself, then asked, "Come with me."

"If I run into the Yan family's ancestor and lose my life, I don't know how I will explain to Wan'er when I go back!"

Hearing this, Wang Lin's heart moved slightly. He glanced at Nangong Wan and said bluntly: "Senior Nangong, who has a higher cultivation level between you and the ancestor of the Yan family?"

During his last trip to Yanjiabao, Wang Lin did not meet the ancestor of the Yan family, so naturally he did not know how his cultivation level was.

"In terms of cultivation alone, it's naturally him."

For some reason, Nangong Wan did not hide anything from Wang Lin when he asked her: "He is in the middle stage of Jindan, and I am only in the early stage of Jindan. However, my skills are special. If we really fight, I am not afraid of him."

After hearing Nangong Wan's words, Wang Lin felt relieved. He then bowed and said, "Let's get going now."

"This boy!"

Nangong Wan chuckled and shook her head, and lightly tapped her jade fingers. The Tianyue Shenzhou under her feet instantly emitted a faint white light.

Then it shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it became the size of a palm.

"call out!"

Nangong Wan waved her right hand lightly and directly put the Tianyue Shenzhou into the storage bag.

A vermilion top-grade flying sword appeared under his feet. He turned around and saw that Wang Lin was standing on a white flying shuttle.

White mist surged on the surface of the shuttle, covering Wang Lin's figure, making it appear vaguely.

"Is this made of black dragon materials?"

Looking at the unique patterns of the black dragon on the Baiyun Shuttle, Nangong Wan couldn't help but ask softly.

"Uncle Nangong, how did you know?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, pretending to be surprised.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan's cheeks turned slightly red. She immediately reacted and coughed lightly: "Ahem! Why are you so surprised? It's not like I haven't seen Mo Jiao before."

After saying that, Nangong Wan said no more. She poured her spiritual power into the flying sword under her body and transformed into a scarlet figure, escaping towards the island below.

Seeing this, Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and activated the Baiyun Shuttle with all his strength. His figure disappeared and he quickly caught up.

The island is named Guiling Island because its shape resembles a giant turtle.

In addition to the mortals living on the dock, there are also some independent cultivators who practice in seclusion here.

After all, compared to other places, the spiritual energy in Guiling Island is relatively abundant.

There are many spiritual herbs and animals in the mountains, and some brave independent cultivators have also picked up many opportunities.

Of course, most of them died at the mouths of monsters.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, drew an arc in the air.

After half a cup of tea, a strange look suddenly flashed across Nangong Wan's face, and she said softly, "This way."

As she spoke, Nangong Wan's body shape changed and her escape speed increased suddenly.

In a few moments, it disappeared, leaving only Wang Lin suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, Wang Lin's consciousness on a blood-colored puppet was broken, and he could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly: "Chen Qiaoqian?"

And its direction is the same as the direction Nangong Wan escaped.

It seems that they are in the same danger as the disciples of Yanyue Sect.

……

Xuan Le crushed the jade talisman in his hand, then slapped the ground with both hands, and piercing ice spikes flew out from the ground.

He stabbed at the three Yan family members who were a hundred feet away.

Although the three men's cultivation was not as good as Xuan Le's, but with their combined strength, they were able to suppress Xuan Le and force him to retreat step by step.

On top of a huge tree on Xuanle's right, Yan Ruyan, wearing a purple-black dress, had a face full of hostility.

As the jewel in the crown of the Yan family, Yan Ruyan naturally didn't have to do it herself, but she had been holding a lot of anger along the way, and naturally wanted to vent it.

As the number one family in Yue State, the Yan family had natural spiritual roots, was the pride of heaven, and was the center of attention. They originally thought that they could climb up to the Ghost Spirit Sect and practice dual cultivation with Wang Chan.

Become the wife of the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

However, due to the death of Wang Chan, the dream of becoming the young master's wife was shattered, and now she has to flee to Yuanwu State.

过着朝不保夕的日子。

She looked coldly at Chen Qiaoqian in front of her, Yan Ruyan's murderous intent was not concealed at all.

"A mere cultivator in the early stage of foundation building is here to die!"

Yan Ruyan waved her sleeves, and three dark blue spirit swords flew out.

These three Shuiyou swords are a set of spiritual swords bestowed by the ancestor.

The three swords combined into one are enough to break through the defense of top-level magical weapons.

In Yan Ruyan's opinion, Chen Qiaoqian, who was just in the early stage of foundation building, could be killed with one blow.

Looking at the dark blue flying sword coming towards her, Chen Qiaoqian did not dare to be careless at all and immediately patted the storage bag on her waist.

A blue silk handkerchief flew out from the storage bag.

Rising against the wind, a blue water curtain formed on the body surface.

This is Chen Qiaoqian's most precious defensive magic weapon, which was given to her by her family after she broke through the foundation-building stage.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Three sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard in succession, and visible cracks appeared on the silk handkerchief.

"what!"

Looking at the destroyed magic weapon, Chen Qiaoqian opened her mouth, her face full of shock.

He never expected that the top-level magic weapon could not even withstand a single attack.

Feeling the surging chill coming from the Shuiyou Sword, Chen Qiaoqian realized it belatedly and immediately took out the red puppet given by Wang Lin.

(End of this chapter)