Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 122 Great Harvest, you must be Nangong Wan.

Looking at the overwhelming flames, Fu Tianhua patted the storage bag on his waist with one hand.

A dark blue talisman appeared in his hand, and magic power was absorbed into it.

The talisman was instantly covered by dark blue mist, and was about to be activated to resist Nangong Wan's attack.

At this moment, a blue light flashed by.

Fu Tianhua paused slightly, and then a surging blue mist gushed out from the talisman.

And during this pause, the flames swept in and were already approaching Fu Tianhua.

"Crash!"

The surging water condensed out from the talisman and turned into a water dragon.

Pour it towards the sea of ​​fire.

However, due to Wang Lin's influence, the talisman was activated a little late.

The sea of ​​fire was just five feet away from Fu Tianhua. The water dragon and the sea of ​​fire formed a thick mist that completely enveloped him.

"call out!"

A crisp sound of breaking through the air was heard, a vermilion light flashed by, and the Vermillion Bird Ring suddenly appeared from the mist.

The sharp Vermillion Bird Ring seemed to split Fu Tianhua in half.

"you!!!"

Fu Tianhua's face was ferocious. He waved his sleeves and directly pulled the purple miasma bead in the formation in front of him.

A purple poisonous mist formed on the body surface.

"Buzz!"

The Vermillion Bird Ring and the Purple Miasma Pearl collided, making a buzzing sound.

Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, Wang Lin couldn't help but look towards the Yan Jin Bloodline Dragon.

Although Fu Tianhua had taken away the poisonous miasma bead, the Fu family disciples were trapped in the Qiankun Five Elements Formation and were unable to control the Ziyun Purple Miasma Formation.

However, the purple evil spirit remaining in the formation is not something that ordinary foundation-building cultivators can enter.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and a thought emerged in his mind.

Then he tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a transparent gem appeared in his hand.

The Mosha Pearl is a reusable "disposable" magical weapon. Its explosive power is linked to the poison absorbed by the Mosha Pearl.

In the Purple Evil Poison Formation, poisonous fog surged.

The Mosha Pearl can not only absorb the poisonous mist, but also increase its power.

"call out!"

Wang Lin snapped his fingers and saw the Mosha Pearl turned into a stream of light and instantly disappeared into the formation.

"Buzz!"

As the gem floated in the formation, it looked like a bloated balloon with a hole on it.

The surging purple poisonous fog continued to pour into the Mosha Pearl.

The originally pure white Mosha Pearl turned into a dark purple color within just ten breaths, and no amount of purple mist could blend into it.

"It filled up so quickly."

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Mo Shazhu who was glowing purple all over, and waved his sleeves.

The purple evil bead flew out from the formation and hovered in front of Wang Lin.

A strong fishy smell hit my nose.

"go with!"

Wang Lin waved his sleeves, and the Mosha Pearl in his hand turned into a purple light, heading directly towards the Fu family member who was entangled with Kiyaksha.

"burst!"

As Wang Lin called out softly, the Mo Sha Pearl exploded in an instant.

A surging purple poisonous mist gushed out from the Mosha Pearl and gushed out in front of the three foundation-building monks.

The purple mist surged and enveloped the three people in an instant.

The three men offered no resistance at all, and in an instant they were reduced to three fleshless skeletons.

The purple mist surged, and even the skeletons turned dark purple.

Seeing this, Wang Lin pointed at the Mo Sha Pearl with one hand without any hesitation.

Then he saw it fall into the purple cloud and purple miasma array again, and absorbed the surging purple poisonous fog in the array again.

This went on for half a cup of tea.

All the Fu family members died tragically in an instant.

"Shu Zi'an dare!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fu Tianhua's eyes widened and his face was full of anger.

These Fu family members are all foundation-building cultivators and are the future of the Fu family.

Now they are dying one by one in front of him, and he is powerless to do anything.

"Stab" sound.

At this moment, Nangong Wan suddenly took out a vermilion talisman.

The spiritual power penetrated into the talisman, and sparks instantly ignited from the talisman. A scarlet fire phoenix condensed out from the talisman.

The fire phoenix flapped its wings, and its feathers were burning orange-red.

If Fu Tianhua had sufficient spiritual power, he would naturally not be afraid of mere high-level talismans, but he had Nangong Wan in front of him, as well as the Qiankun Five Elements Formation to help him.

Fu Tianhua gritted his teeth and patted the storage bag on his waist.

A white talisman appeared in his hand.

Spiritual power was poured into the talisman, and white light surged on it in an instant. As the light surged, Fu Tianhua's figure flashed and turned into a phantom, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

"Escaped!"

Feeling Fu Tianhua's disappearing aura, Wang Lin's pupils shrank slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "As expected of a Jindan cultivator."

He can live for hundreds of years and his determination is unmatched by ordinary people.

As Fu Tianhua escaped, Wang Lin looked at the body of Fu Jiayan's disciple who had fallen to the ground.

With a wave of his sleeves, the storage bags turned into streams of light and were absorbed into Wang Lin's sleeves.

Looking at Wang Lin who was cleaning the battlefield and collecting storage bags, Nangong Wan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, chuckled and raised her hand.

The Vermillion Bird Ring in the air turned into an orange-red stream of light and instantly landed on Nangong Wan's wrist.

It floated down and came to Wang Lin's side.

He looked at the formation with purple mist in the distance, and moved his jade fingers, and red fireballs flew out of his hands and landed in the formation.

When the purple mist came into contact with the fireball, it emitted a series of sharp burning sounds and turned into wisps of purple air that dissipated in the air.

A blood-stained dragon several dozen feet long was lying on the ground.

Yan Jin also died, holding the Qiankun Tower in his hand, with an unwilling look on his face.

The Ghost King died, leaving only a pitch-black Yin bead that fell to the ground.

The Yin Pearl is only the size of a thumb, but the black Yin energy that constantly surges within it is extremely violent.

A ball of Yin energy half the size of a human was formed.

"Qiankun Tower!"

Nangong Wan was not polite, she waved her sleeves and took the Qiankun Tower into her hands, with a cunning look on her face, she said with a smile: "You can't use it now, the magic weapon belongs to me, doesn't it make sense?"

Looking at Nangong Wan's words, Wang Lin didn't say much, but walked straight to the blood-line dragon.

He tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a crystal bottle appeared in his hand.

Wang Lin pinched the magic formula with one hand and pointed at the crystal bottle.

In an instant, wisps of thick black mist emerged from the crystal bottle and instantly wrapped around the blood-line dragon.

The blood-line dragon that was originally dead suddenly trembled slightly.

A light red shadow of a blood-line dragon flew out from the corpse of the blood-line dragon, struggling continuously with its fangs and claws bared.

But how can the blood dragon soul without a physical body resist the black fog?

With a "swoosh" sound, the Blood Dragon's soul was instantly sucked into the crystal bottle by the black mist.

After doing all this, Wang Lin shook his wrist, took out the Fire Dragon Sword, and walked to the Blood Dragon corpse.

The dragon's entire body is full of treasures, and its claws and scales can be taken off one by one.

While Wang Lin was cleaning up the corpse of the blood dragon, Nangong Wanlian walked up to Yan Jin.

He picked up the storage bag, poured his spiritual consciousness into it, and examined it carefully.

In just half a cup of tea, Wang Lin had completely dealt with the blood-line dragon and then took out the blood jade gourd.

"call out!"

With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the body of the blood-line dragon was instantly sucked into the blood jade gourd.

I wonder what kind of blood wine this level 5 bloodline dragon will produce.

After doing all this, Wang Lin looked at the Yin Pearl left by the Ghost King.

Although they were dozens of feet apart, Wang Lin could still feel the powerful cold and yin energy emanating from the Yin Pearl.

“I wonder if absorbing the Yin energy in this Yin Pearl can transform my Star Pupil.”

Wang Lin muttered to himself, waved his sleeves, and directly put the Yin Pearl into the storage bag.

He turned to look at Nangong Wan and said, "Is there anything in Yan Jin's storage bag that is suitable for me?"

"You have obtained the Yin Pearl and the Bloodline Dragon, but you are still not satisfied."

Nangong Wan glanced at Wang Lin and said jokingly, "Most of these things are suitable for me, so I won't leave them for you."

At this point, Nangong Wan raised her jade hand and pointed at the Ice and Fire Double-Headed Gou and the Iron-Backed Beast that were fighting to death in the distance.

The two monsters were of similar strength. After fighting for several days, both were dying and fell to the ground.

"These two monsters are of great value, so just take them."

Listening to Nangong Wan's words, Wang Lin walked forward slowly, holding the Fire Dragon Sword.

"Can copy the physique of the Ironback Beast: Ironback Body (Physical strength doubles, and the speed of physical training doubles)!"

"Can copy the physique of the Ice and Fire Double-Headed Duck: Ice and Fire Body (water and ice spell power and cultivation speed are doubled)!"

Hearing the system prompt sound coming from his ears, Wang Lin tightened the Fire Dragon Sword in his hand.

I have to say that these two monsters are pretty good, and both have the hope of reaching level five.

"Huh! Huh!"

With a wave of his sleeve, the Fire Dragon Sword cut through the void and pierced through the necks of the two spirit beasts in an instant.

Bright red blood gushed out, and soon he lost his breath.

Looking at the two lifeless spirit beasts, Wang Lin walked forward and put them into his storage bag.

Then he looked at Nangong Wan and asked, "There is quite a commotion here, and Fu Tianhua has already escaped, so it is better to leave as soon as possible."

Nangong Wan nodded, and the mission was accomplished.

Yan Ruyan was captured alive, and there was even an unexpected surprise, which was the killing of Yan Jin.

Nangong Wan’s original mission was to capture Yan Ruyan alive.

Yan Jin was at the middle stage of the Jindan realm and had no intention of killing him at all.

It's a pity that his luck was extremely bad. He was plotted against by Fu Tianhua and eventually died here.

The two of them turned into two streams of light and flew towards the south for half an hour.

Finally, I saw the Tianyue Shenzhou floating in the air.

"Uncle Nangong!"

"Senior Brother Wang!"

……

A group of Yanyue Sect disciples, Han Li and others looked at Nangong Wan and Wang Lin flying towards them, all with happy expressions on their faces and bowed in greeting.

"All is well, ready to go!"

Nangong Wan landed on the deck, waved her sleeves, and spiritual power poured into the deck below her.

"Buzz!"

A buzzing sound was heard, and bursts of white spiritual mist emanated from the Tianyue Divine Ship.

"call out!"

Following a sharp roar, the Tianyue Shenzhou turned into a white shadow and disappeared in a flash.

Wang Lin looked at Nangong Wan, who was walking towards the house with lotus steps. His heart moved slightly, and he followed slowly.

Han Li and the other two, who had originally planned to ask Wang Lin, looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

With a "click", the door was pushed open.

Waves of sandalwood scent wafted towards her. Nangong Wan sat cross-legged, her face still covered by a veil, so her expression could not be seen clearly.

"You are Nangong Wan, right?"

(End of this chapter)