Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 153: Be a slave!

"Your father is Wen Qiang, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Siyue's eyes flashed with surprise, and she couldn't help but ask: "Senior, do you know my father?"

Wang Lin nodded and said calmly: "When Yanli became a disciple of Miaoyin Sect, I was the one who entrusted your father."

"I see."

Wen Siyue suddenly realized and murmured softly.

Wang Lin’s flight speed was extraordinary, and he soon landed on an unnamed island.

On the top of the mountain several dozen feet high, there were already more than a dozen monks sitting cross-legged.

Wang Lin swept his spiritual sense over and found that except for five Jindan cultivators, the rest were foundation-building cultivators.

It's funny to say that the five Jindan cultivators, two of whom were guest elders from Miaoyin Sect, were one of the culprits of all this.

"This must be Senior Wang."

As Wang Lin fell from the air, Fan Jingmei twisted her body and came up to him.

Her face was full of charm and her eyes were seductive, as if she wanted to eat Wang Lin alive.

Elder Zhao, who was standing beside her, looked at Fan Jingmei's strange behavior and a hint of anger flashed across his face.

But when his eyes swept over Wang Lin, his heart trembled.

"A cultivator in the late Jindan stage."

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth, and the anger on his face instantly disappeared.

The other four Jindan cultivators looked at each other after realizing Wang Lin’s powerful cultivation.

A trace of fear flashed in each other's eyes, and they retreated one after another, not daring to offend each other.

Wang Lin looked at Fan Jingmei who was coming towards him, nodded slightly, and turned his gaze to the beautiful girl in a green dress in the distance.

Seeing Wang Lin's gaze, Wen Siyue in front of him took the initiative to explain: "That is the right-hand man of Miaoyin Sect - Zhuo Ruting."

This girl has a pure and elegant appearance, and her dark eyebrows are as if painted, thick and curly.

The slender and straight nose complements the phoenix eyes, and there is a sense of majesty in the eyes.

He has been in a high position for a long time and is high above everyone else.

It did arouse a desire to conquer in men.

In addition, after a closer look, Wang Lin saw some traces of Nangong Wan in this woman.

"Senior, please wait for a moment."

Zhuo Ruting opened her red lips slightly and smiled: "Please wait a moment."

Wang Lin had a blank expression on his face. He sat cross-legged on the White Cloud Shuttle and waited quietly.

Wang Lin didn’t have to wait long.

Soon, the sound of howling wind and thunder could be heard in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of black light appeared in the distant sky.

The black clouds came closer and closer, and soon they were above the crowd.

As the black cloud approached, everyone looked up and saw a large black cloud in the sky with a diameter of about fifty or sixty feet. It was so large that it almost completely covered the entire mountain top.

"Senior Chihuo, you can put me down. I still need to say a few words to my two senior sisters."

At this moment, Zi Ling's soft cry came from above the dark clouds.

"Hey, of course no problem!"

A familiar hoarse voice came from the dark clouds above.

Hearing the voice, Fan Jingmei and Zhuo Ruting looked at each other, and both saw something wrong in each other's eyes.

"The Miaoyin Sect has extraordinary means. They even invited the old monster Chihuo from Yuangui Island."

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and cried out softly.

Wang Lin's voice was loud and without any concealment, and it reached the ears of all the cultivators present.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and then Zi Ling was seen flying out from the clouds.

"what?"

At this moment, a slight exclamation sound came from the dark clouds.

I saw an old monster named Chihuo, wearing a purple-red robe, slowly falling from the sky.

The powerful aura caused the surrounding monks to retreat one after another.

The old monster Chihuo looked Wang Lin up and down, his pupils shrank slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "He looks somewhat familiar."

At the trading meeting that day, Wang Lin used Qianhuan Body to disguise himself as Han Li for the transaction.

The old monster Chihuo naturally didn't recognize Wang Lin.

But for some reason, the old monster Chihuo felt a sense of familiarity from Wang Lin.

With this in mind, the old monster Chihuo bowed to Wang Lin and said, "Where did you come from, my friend?"

"Just a casual cultivator."

Wang Lin waved his hand and smiled faintly.

"Rogue cultivator?"

The old monster Chihuo muttered to himself, and then laughed: "It seems that Daoist friend has a special fate to be able to cultivate to the late stage of Jindan!"

Listening to the old monster Chihuo's inquiries, Wang Lin smiled but said nothing.

Since he didn't get any information from Wang Lin, the old monster Chihuo didn't say much.

Riding the dark clouds, he returned to the air again.

Zi Ling, who had just descended from the dark clouds and came to the side of Zhuo Ruting and Fan Jingmei, looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was shocked and couldn't help but say:
"Senior Wang is actually at the late Jindan stage!"

Fan Jingmei swallowed her saliva and nodded gently: "Junior sister, you found this person, don't you know his background?"

"this..."

Zi Ling was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

……

After everyone had rested, Zi Ling led everyone to escape into the distance.

After knowing Wang Lin's cultivation level, Zi Ling became much more attentive to Wang Lin.

"Senior Wang!"

Zi Ling came to the Baiyun Shuttle almost sticking close to it.

A crisp system prompt sounded.

"A storage bag magic weapon that can copy the purple spirit physique spirit root physique!"

"Spiritual roots: water, fire, earth"

"Constitution: Pure Female Yin Body (power of the demonic technique, cultivation speed increased fivefold)"

"Replicable storage bag!"

"Replicable low-level magic weapon: Wooden Dragon Stele!"

Hearing the system prompt sound coming from his ear, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Cha Nu has a Yin body, an excellent physique for practicing magic skills.

However, this girl's aptitude is really average, with only three spiritual roots.

No wonder his cultivation speed was so slow. The reason why his cultivation was so smooth later on was because he switched to practicing magic.

As for the magical wooden dragon stele on his body, it is the magical weapon that protects the Miaoyin Sect.

Seeing Wang Lin's gaze, Zi Ling blushed a little. She turned away and said in a tender voice, "Senior Wang, I'll have to rely on you for this trip."

"Since I have promised, I will not break my promise."

Wang Lin glanced at Zi Ling and said calmly, "You don't need to use your femininity like this."

To Wang Lin, female beauty is just a plus.

In comparison, people like Yuan Yao and Mei Ning, whose physiques are helpful to their cultivation, are the most valuable.

Listening to Wang Lin's words, Zi Ling was slightly stunned. She never expected Wang Lin to be so ruthless.

But he changed his mind and thought: "I didn't reveal my true face in front of Senior Wang, so his reaction is normal." Thinking of this, he thought to himself: "If he saw my true face, he would definitely fall at my feet."

In this way, the group flew for a full half month.

Finally, they arrived at a deserted island.

As soon as they got closer, they saw several low-level Miaoyin Sect disciples flying out from the island.

Obviously he had been waiting here for a long time.

The leader was a middle-aged female cultivator who was in the initial stage of foundation building.

He flew in front of Zi Ling, bowed respectfully and said, "Young Sect Master, they are on that island, and the other disciples are watching them."

The female cultivator pointed to an unnamed island not far to the right and continued to say to Zi Ling: "They are all on the island and have not gone out."

Upon hearing this, Zi Ling showed joy on her face, and then flew out from Wang Lin's White Cloud Shuttle, bowed to the cultivators present and said, "Fellow Daoists, please take a short rest. We will start tomorrow morning."

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back, glanced at Zi Ling, and finally looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

The old monster Chihuo on it had a complicated expression, with a half-smile on his face.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

The orange-red morning sun had just appeared in the sky when Wang Lin and others quietly arrived at the "evil cultivator's lair".

Looking at the small black island in front of her, Zi Ling's eyes flashed with confusion:
"right here?"

It was no wonder that Zi Ling was surprised, because the island in front of her was too small.

It is only a few miles in size. It is more like a reef than an island.

"Yes, the Golden Cicada Bee followed us here."

Fan Jingmei quickly stepped forward, walked to Zi Ling's side, and whispered, "The two elders Zhao Fu have come to confirm it."

After hearing this, Zi Ling nodded, a trace of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and a crisp sound came out of her mouth, saying: "Kill without mercy!"

As Zi Ling finished speaking, strange laughter suddenly rang out from the dark clouds.

Then, several dazzling bolts of lightning fell from the dark clouds, easily wiping out the light curtain of the formation covering the dark rocky island.

After seeing the old monster Chihuo take action, all the cultivators took action together and fled towards the island.

Such a commotion naturally alarmed everyone on the island.

"Huh! Huh!"

As several sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard, nearly forty or fifty streams of light of various colors flashed by.

The people leading the group were three Jindan cultivators, and when they saw the people from Miaoyin Sect, they were all slightly startled.

Wang Lin glanced over and found that these three Jindan cultivators were all in the early Jindan stage.

If my guess is correct, it should be corpse refining.

Wang Lin did not make a move, but watched as the two elders Zhao Fu led the Miaoyin Sect disciples to fly out.

Since there were only three Jindan cultivators, they collapsed at the first blow.

Those foundation-building monks growled, then took off their clothes. Their flesh continued to grow, revealing a light red body.

It forms an appearance similar to that of a demon.

However, it is obvious that the appearance of these evil monsters is different from those of the Black Evil Sect.

There is no need to chant spells to form a cocoon, and there is no blood-coagulating Five Elements Pill in the body.

Just as this group of monks were being defeated, several long gray-white rainbows flew out from the distant island.

Everyone stopped and watched, looking at the five Jindan cultivators flying over, all with alert faces.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a livid face and a murderous aura all over his body.

His cultivation level is similar to that of Old Monster Chihuo, both are in the late Jindan stage. As for the four people behind him, they are in the early Jindan stage.

"Who are you and why are you slaughtering my disciples of the Hidden Evil Sect?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the embarrassed disciples with a gloomy face.

Hearing this, the independent cultivators who came to help were all surprised and couldn't help but turn their eyes to Zi Ling.

Even though Zi Ling had clear eyes, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes at this moment.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Zheng in the crowd changed his expression slightly, and immediately rushed out of the crowd, shouting: "Stop talking nonsense, you deserve to die!"

Then he mobilized the monks behind him and wanted to take action.

Wang Lin raised his lips slightly and sneered: "Fairy Zi Ling, it seems there is something fishy going on."

Hearing Wang Lin's reminder, Zi Ling, who was blinded by hatred, had a flash of anger in her eyes, and quickly shouted: "Stop it!"

The disciples of Miaoyin Sect, who were originally eager to try, stopped when they saw Zi Ling scolding loudly, and looked at Zi Ling in confusion.

"Why did you kill so many of our disciples?"

The leader of the Yinsha Sect had a gloomy face, and his black and white pupils faintly revealed a hint of green light.

Zi Ling snorted and questioned, "You robbed the goods of Miaoyin Sect and killed our Sect Master. You are the ones who did it, right?"

"Nonsense, our Yinsha Sect has never interacted with outsiders."

The leader of the Hidden Evil Sect shouted angrily, "We will never do such a despicable thing."

Hearing this, Zi Ling was slightly stunned, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

He turned his gaze towards the two elders Zhao Fu and said coldly, "Two elders, do you want to give an explanation?"

Listening to Zi Ling's questioning, Zhao Zheng and another Confucian scholar stood there expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Such a reaction naturally constitutes an agreement with Zi Ling's words.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the reef not far away.

After practicing the Dayan Jue to the third level, Wang Lin’s spiritual awareness was greatly enhanced.

He is far from being comparable to the late Jindan cultivators of the same level. Even some Yuanying cultivators who are not good at using spiritual consciousness may not be able to compare with Wang Lin.

In that dark place, Wu Chou was hiding there stealthily.

"sneaking!"

Wang Lin snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a red fireball flew out of his hand.

The fireball cut through the void, and in a corner that was originally empty, the light suddenly dimmed.

A jet-black stream of light condensed out of thin air and collided completely with the fireball.

With a "bang", a short, skinny male cultivator with a black face, holding a magic sickle, retreated dozens of feet.

And in his eyes, a faint green light flashed.

Obviously, in order to resist Wang Lin's attack, the power of the Ji Yin Ancestor was used.

Otherwise, Wang Lin's Flame Splitting Technique alone would be enough to wipe out Wu Chou.

Although Wang Lin is in the late Jindan stage, he has the blessing of two physical conditions.

The power of [Yang] attribute spells is extremely strong, which cannot be compared with that of ordinary cultivators in the late Jindan stage.

"Uchou!"

The face of the leader of the Yinsha Sect changed drastically, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes as he stared at Wu Chou.

"Who are you to be able to see through my secret technique of concealment?"

A trace of fear flashed across Wu Chou's face, and he looked at Wang Lin vigilantly.

"It seems that all this was caused by Jiyin Island."

Wang Lin put one hand behind his back and looked at Wu Chou with a cold gaze.

Wu Chou did not hide anything and said directly: "Yes, all of this was arranged by this young master. The leader of Miaoyin Sect was also killed by someone from this island."

Having said that, Wu Chou's gaze couldn't help but fall on Zi Ling.

He looked up and down with greedy eyes and sneered:
"This must be the extremely talented and beautiful Fairy Zi Ling. This young master has admired her for a long time. I wonder if the fairy is willing to marry me."

Zi Ling's eyes were filled with murderous intent. She quickly looked at Wang Lin beside her and said, "Senior Wang, I beg you to help me kill the monk who murdered my mother."

"As long as Senior can help me get revenge!"

Zi Ling clenched her fists and said firmly: "I am willing to be your slave and serve you."

Wang Lin glanced at Zi Ling and didn't say much. Instead, he looked at the leader of the Yinsha Sect not far away.

(End of this chapter)