Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

As Wang Lin explored with his spiritual sense, he found that the wind and sand actually had the effect of concealing his spiritual sense, making it difficult to detect the figure of the magician in the wind and sand.

Just as Wang Lin was investigating with his spiritual sense, the words of the cold-faced monk beside him came:
"This is the wind magic of the Mulan people! It's called 'Red Dust Ten Thousand Feet'. Not only can it block our detection, but the yellow sand and wind inside it can also protect us and trap our enemies. It's extremely tricky."

As Nanlong Hou spoke, his expression gradually darkened:

“However, this is the first time I have seen such a spectacular sight. It seems that the range of the spiritual arts has been expanded hundreds of times. It is indeed somewhat unusual.”

The moment the word "Mulan people" was mentioned, everyone's expressions changed slightly and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

In contrast, Wang Lin looked calm and unmoved.

The old man in white shirt analyzed carefully:
"Just as Brother Nanlong said, only the magic of a mage can create such an amazing wind and sand phenomenon."

"Looking at its power, it is not difficult to infer that there are many mages hiding behind it, and we can even rule out the existence of people at the same level as us."

Hearing this, Madam Tai was confused and asked, "Why are the Mulan people gathering so many magicians at this moment? What is their intention?"

Wang Tiangu showed a complicated expression and asked slowly:

"Madam Tai, do you still remember how long it has been since we last reached a truce with the Mulan people?"

Mrs. Tai thought for a moment and replied:
"It happened about a hundred years ago. Is there any deeper meaning behind your question, brother?"

Wang Tiangu raised his lips in a sarcastic smile:

"More than a hundred years is enough time for the Mulan people to recover and be ready to go."

"Brother Wang is right. A new round of battle is about to begin. I wonder how many more immortal cultivators will perish this time."

Nanlong Hou showed a helpless look on his face and said in a low voice:
"However, things are unpredictable. We happened to encounter the vanguard of the Mulan people."

Hearing this, everyone felt that this was a great coincidence and couldn't help but sigh in emotion.

But Han Li knew nothing about all this.

He has only been in the Nascent Soul stage for a short time and does not quite understand such a secret.

If I remember correctly, after this trip to Master Cangkun’s cave.

That was when Mulanfashi invaded Tiannan.

This was also the time when Han Li began to show his prowess.

There will be many opportunities here, and Wang Lin will naturally not stand idly by.

"There are many coincidences in the world, so there is no need to be overly surprised. But right now, we are faced with two choices."

The old man in white shirt looked gloomy and began to analyze:
"First, we should immediately return the way we came, avoid the Mulan vanguard, and look for treasures at another time in the future."

"After all, treasures won't move on their own, so there's always room for opportunity."

At this point, the old man in white shirt changed the subject:
"But we have to consider that the Mulan people's attack will be difficult to stop for several years, so it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity in a short period of time."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at each other.

Naturally, no one wants to miss such an opportunity.

Seeing that no one responded, the old man in white shirt raised his lips slightly and continued:

"The second is to take direct action and break through the opponent's wind formation. However, this is quite risky. If there is a master of the same level as us among them, the difficulty of success will be doubled."

"Is it possible to find another strategy to avoid a head-on confrontation?"

The old lady surnamed Tai shook her head, expressing her opposition to direct conflict.

"Faced with the Mulan offensive, we cannot avoid their vanguard by making a detour."

“Even if we choose another path, we will still encounter them.”

"Therefore, hiding and trying to flank is the best strategy at the moment."

"Once we get past the Muran people's vanguard, we will have plenty of time to avoid the main force of the Fashi and reach the undermanned Muran grasslands."

After some discussion, everyone agreed that the old man's suggestion was feasible.

Nanlong Hou and others are all cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, so they are reluctant to give up the opportunity in front of them.

Therefore, before executing the plan, they all released the communication talismans.

Notify the Nine-Nation Alliance's monastic base to prepare in case of a surprise attack by the Mulan people.

This is also their duty as Tiannan monks.

Afterwards, the eight Nascent Soul cultivators restrained the aura of their respective skills and hid their figures.

Move quietly to the flank, trying to bypass the central area where the wind and sand are raging.

In just a short moment, they had covered a distance of more than a hundred miles.

Before my eyes was a gray and yellow sandstorm, like a demon emerging from the sky, slowly approaching from a distance.

Before the yellow sand arrived, gusts of wind rushed in first.

Fortunately, they had already deviated from the front of the wind gust and reached the safer side.

Only a few sporadic wind columns passed by, which posed no real threat.

The diameter of these wind pillars is as large as more than ten feet, while the smallest ones are several feet wide, which is enough to accommodate several mages.

With Wang Lin's powerful spiritual sense, he could detect a faint figure swaying in the wind column, and it was obvious that there was a magician hiding in it.

……

In a quiet valley, a group of mages were flying on the wind, seemingly unaware of the presence of Wang Lin and others.

Wang Lin, Han Li and others also followed quietly, keeping a safe distance.

Just as they were about to step into the yellow sand ahead, the leader, Nan Longhou, suddenly changed his expression and warned everyone through voice transmission:
"Be careful around you!"

This sudden warning surprised everyone except Wang Lin.

Han Li quickly turned his head to observe, and saw a huge wind column about a hundred feet thick and so high that the top could not be seen sweeping in from a distance, heading straight for where everyone was.

Faced with such a massive magical attack, even Han Li felt a little nervous.

And his eyes swept over Wang Lin beside him.

He was seen strolling leisurely, his feet on the light, looking very relaxed and unconcerned.

Looking at this scene, the other monks each took out their magic weapons and made preparations.

Unfortunately, unexpectedly, the strong airflow just passed by and did not cause any harm to anyone.

This scene made Nanlong Hou, who was originally on edge, feel a little relieved, but he still did not dare to take it lightly and continued to lead the team forward cautiously.

In an instant, a huge sandstorm rolled in from the sky and surrounded everyone.

The surroundings were quickly shrouded in a deep yellow darkness, and an uncomfortable feeling of oppression filled the air.

"Everyone be careful. This sandstorm seems unusual, and it is difficult for spiritual sense to detect it from a distance. You must maintain formation."

Nanlong Hou reminded calmly.

Although everyone has the ability to easily disperse the sand fog, doing so will undoubtedly expose their whereabouts.

Fortunately, the dust storm is expected to pass soon.

Therefore, Han Li and others could only shorten the distance between each other and continue to move forward in secret.

After flying for only the time it took to complete a meal, Han Li began to feel uneasy.

He looked around at the monotonous and gloomy scene, and felt vaguely that things were not simple.

Suddenly, Han Li stopped, suspended in the air, and the escape light disappeared.

Wang Lin glanced at Han Li and a smile appeared on his lips.

Unexpectedly, Han Li only noticed the abnormality now.

Judging from the spiritual sense alone, it should be much weaker than the original. Han Li's sudden stop surprised Nan Longhou and his companions.

The old lady surnamed Tai frowned and couldn't help asking, "Fellow Daoist Han, why did you stop?"

"Didn't you notice anything unusual?"

Han Li asked back expressionlessly.

"what do you mean?"

A dark-skinned man flashed up to Han Li's side and asked in surprise.

Wang Tiangu and the old man in white shirt looked surprised and suspicious when they heard this.

Han Li pointed out their predicament:

"We traveled a long way in the wind and sand, but did not encounter any monks. Apparently, these monks have gathered in the center of the wind and sand, and the surrounding scenery has not changed. This means that we may have encountered some kind of restriction."

After hearing this, the dark-skinned man muttered to himself with a serious expression, "Someone is indeed using a ban to plot against us!"

His eyes were sharp and he kept looking around.

Nan Longhou pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement:

"Fellow Daoist Han is right. The situation is indeed unusual. It seems that we have been discovered by the other party and they have cast a spell to put us in trouble."

After hearing these words, the other people present did not show any panic.

Obviously, they knew in their hearts that the other party only trapped them with restrictions, which showed that they had a limited number of high-level mages, otherwise they would have launched a full-scale attack long ago.

However, they also understood that they could not be trapped for too long. Once the reinforcements from the Mulan people arrived, the situation would become extremely unfavorable.

The old woman and several other companions displayed their magical powers one after another. Colorful lights flashed continuously, and they unreservedly attacked the restrictions around them.

Han Li also flicked his hand gracefully, and three green lights quickly expanded and turned into a rainbow that rushed straight into the yellow sand.

Under the attack of the crowd, a layer of waves like rippling water appeared.

Then a yellow light flashed, and the seemingly solid restriction was easily torn apart like thin paper.

Wang Lin flicked his right hand, and a vermilion fireball flew out of his hand, turning into a stream of light, which cut through the void and landed on the wind and sand.

"Stab" sound.

Wherever the fire passed, it easily tore apart the wind and sand.

A clearly visible cut was revealed.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the others were slightly surprised, but Han Li's expression remained unchanged.

After all, we know that Wang Lin’s real cultivation level is the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

It is normal for the first level to have such power.

Looking at the gap in front of him, Wang Lin did not hesitate at all. He turned into a stream of light and fled towards the gap.

Seeing Wang Lin's decisive action, the other old monsters hesitated for a moment and then quickly followed him to escape from the restricted area.

After leaving the restricted area, Wang Lin could clearly feel that the surroundings were still covered by yellow sand.

But the feeling of oppression was obviously much lighter.

Han Li frowned slightly, looking at the yellow sand all over the sky, and couldn't help but say: "With the yellow sand all over the sky, it's hard to tell where to go."

"In this strange sandstorm, it is difficult to see the full picture with just the naked eye or spiritual sense."

Nanlong Hou smiled with a hint of contempt:

"But it doesn't matter. I carry with me a rare treasure called the 'Star-fixing Plate', which is specially prepared for dealing with such difficulties."

After saying that, he gently stroked the storage bag at his waist and took out a light red treasure shaped like a jade plate, appearing full of confidence.

Nanlong Hou held a magic weapon in his hand, chanted a complicated spell, and released a dazzling golden light through his exquisite gestures.

It hit a flowing rune on the disc accurately.

This action triggered a brilliant display of golden and red light on the disc, occasionally revealing bizarre scenes of starry, sun and moon patterns.

Nan Longhou was concentrating on the pattern on the disc, and soon put away the treasure in his hand: "Follow me!"

As he finished his words, he turned into a golden stream of light and fled into the distance.

"call out!"

As the sharp sounds of breaking through the air rang out, the scene became unusually quiet.

But a moment later, a dazzling yellow light suddenly appeared, and a huge cave appeared without warning, and a giant shiny black insect crawled out of it.

This demon insect has an astonishing size, about six meters long and four meters wide, with a flat and round body.

What is even more frightening is its triangular head, which has a dozen or so pale yellow compound eyes.

It also has several long and thin tentacles and a pair of huge sharp fangs, which are shining with cold light and are intimidating.

Its back is covered with four transparent and thin wings, which flutter gently.

On the backs of those terrifying monster insects, stood three human figures of different shapes.

One of them was emitting a dazzling white light all over his body, making it difficult to look directly at him.

The other person was covered in green mist, and his figure was looming.

The last person was surrounded by light blue arcs, like the arrival of Thor.

"Great Master, are we just going to let them leave like this? This doesn't seem appropriate."

The figure covered in white light looked in the direction where Wang Lin and others disappeared, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Humph! If we don't let them go, can we trap them with just an illusion array?"

"Don't forget, most of these people are old cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, who are at the same level as me. With only the power of our Huangsha tribe, it is simply wishful thinking to want to keep them!"

The figure in the green mist snorted coldly, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Just as the four were talking, several sharp sounds of breaking through the air suddenly came from the yellow sand.

The first one to emerge was Kiyokasawa, whose body was shrouded in yellow light.

He is good at earth escape techniques and is like a fish in water here.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying the feeling of the wind and sand hitting his body.

Next to Kiyaksha was a five-element spirit infant emitting five-colored light.

With its small face, it looked at the oncoming sandstorm, and five-colored light flowed on its body, eventually turning into light yellow.

Obviously, in this environment, the soil system is more adaptable.

The third person was a snake with a bone-chilling chill all over his body.

The cold fog was surging, and as soon as the sand and gravel approached, they were frozen into ice lumps and fell from mid-air.

The cold fog seemed to have formed a vacuum area. Within ten feet of its surface, not a speck of sand or gravel could get close.

The fourth person was Xuan Gu, with deep black flames surging in his body.

The gravel was burned up by the flames before it even got close.

The four ghosts stared at the three masters and the ancient giant insect in the distance with flickering eyes.

Xuan Gu's lips moved slightly, and he couldn't help but say: "The master said that it doesn't matter whether the master lives or dies, the spirit insect must live."

Hearing this, Shechen opened her red lips slightly and said calmly, "Leave the spirit insect to me."

After saying this, Sheshen's body flashed, turned into a cold light, and fled into the distance. (End of this chapter)