Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Then the sixth brocade box was opened.

What appeared before my eyes was a porcelain bottle.

Wang Lin opened the bottle stopper, and what appeared before his eyes was a drop of pitch-black blood.

There was an incomparable bloody smell emanating from the blood.

It was as if constantly tempting myself to swallow this drop of blood into my mouth.

"Weird!"

Looking at the drop of blood in front of him, Wang Lin murmured.

This drop of pitch-black blood in front of me is closely related to the ancient demon.

Without saying anything more, Wang Lin flicked his wrist and put it directly into the storage bag.

Seeing Wang Lin sitting cross-legged, Yin Yue's eyes turned, and she came to Wang Lin, moved her mouth slightly, and asked:
"Master, what is recorded in the jade slip?"

"The jade slip records the skills and magical powers of Master Cang Kun."

Wang Lin replied calmly:

"Although I cannot practice the main technique 'Moon Viewing Technique', some of the secret techniques and practice experience are still of great help to me."

Since Yin Yue asked, Wang Lin no longer concealed it and spoke calmly.

At this time, Wang Linli put away the jade box and other things, and after giving Yin Yue a few instructions, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and entered a state of meditation.

Yin Yue unceremoniously pressed close to Wang Lin, curled up her fox body, her bright black eyes looking straight at everything, lost in thought.

The Mulan team moved forward slowly. Wang Lin and Han Li stayed safely in the car. Two days and two nights passed.

During the period, the team encountered two groups of mages for inspection. Without Wang Lin taking any action, Yin Yue cast a spell to cover them up, and these low-level mages returned empty-handed.

This carriage was used to carry insignificant items and no mortal in the team cared about it.

After the team left Mulan Grassland, Wang Lin's lips moved slightly and the sound was heard.

Han Li, who was in the other carriage, slowly opened his eyes.

The two quietly left the team, chose another route into the wilderness, and headed straight for Tiannan.

With their powerful spiritual sense, the two of them easily avoided troubles, successfully passed through the wasteland, and entered the Fengyuan Kingdom of the Nine-Nation Alliance.

Fengyuan is one of the three major countries adjacent to Mulan. Monks from the Nine-Nation Alliance are stationed on the sacred mountain on its border all year round.

After several days of peace and tranquility, a series of shrill roars were heard in the distance.

Han Li's eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Wang Lin: "Brother Wang, there seems to be something strange ahead."

Wang Lin nodded and said calmly: "Go and take a look."

Following Wang Lin's instructions, the two of them did not delay at all, changed direction, and fled towards an unnamed hill in the distance.

As Fang Yi approached the hill, he scanned it with his spiritual sense.

Wang Lin discovered five Jindan cultivators who were working together to fight against a Yuanying cultivator.

Among the five Jindan cultivators, Wang Lin could sense several familiar auras.

If I remember correctly, he should be a Jindan cultivator from Huangfeng Valley.

As the two of them galloped away, they soon saw a fierce battle scene.

Lights of various colors shot up into the sky, and the sounds of explosions and roars intertwined into one, and it was obvious that the battle was in full swing.

Five male and female monks in different costumes are surrounding a bald-headed monk in a yellow robe, trying to subdue him together.

Wang Lin could see at a glance that although these five Jindan stage cultivators had tried their best and activated their own innate magic weapons to the fullest, they were still unable to withstand the powerful attack of the yellow-robed mage.

The latter's cultivation has reached the early Nascent Soul stage. Although he has not released any magic weapons, he has already firmly gained the upper hand just by relying on his profound internal strength and exquisite spells.

What is even more surprising is that this yellow-robed mage did not seem to be in a hurry to win. Instead, he showed mercy to a beautiful female cultivator and apparently wanted to capture her alive.

If not for this, these five monks would have collapsed long ago.

"Haven't seen you in a hundred years!"

Wang Lin murmured softly, then looked at the fat old man.

His body was surrounded by silver-white arcs of lightning, and the magic weapon he wielded was a giant sword that continuously radiated electric light. Its power was second to none among the five Jindan cultivators.

"It's him? What a coincidence in this world."

After seeing the fat old man's appearance and skills clearly, Han Li beside him also muttered to himself, with a complicated expression on his face.

"You little girl, don't be ungrateful. If it weren't for the fact that my master's cultivation method required a top-notch furnace, I wouldn't have kept you alive until now."

"If you don't surrender to me, then don't blame me for not being kind to women."

The yellow-robed mage fought for a long time and finally became a little impatient. He spoke fiercely to the stunning woman.

Then he opened his mouth and spurted out a yellow feather fan with flickering light and some vague patterns on it, which was grabbed by the bald mage.

Upon seeing this scene, the faces of the nameless Jindan cultivators, including the fat old man, changed drastically, knowing that the situation was not good.

They knew very well that the other party had not tried their best before, but they did not dare to turn around and run away.

Because once the coalition is broken, they will be easily defeated by the other side and even lose the chance of survival.

The five of them secretly groaned and could only bite the bullet and gather all their magic power again to increase their attack power.

The five magic weapons suddenly released tremendous power, dispersing a lot of the yellow fog and barely reversing the downward trend.

The bald monk became furious when he saw this.

He raised the feather fan in his hand into the air, opened his mouth and spit out a ball of energy that sprayed onto the magic weapon, then chanted a spell.

The feather fan shook as the spell was chanted, gently fanning towards the people opposite.

Instantly, a whistling sound arose, and a deep yellow gust of wind gushed out from the feather fan, quickly expanding into a hurricane dozens of feet high, sweeping the five Jindan monks into it.

Between heaven and earth, a strong wind suddenly raged, as powerful as the change of color of the sky and earth.

In an instant, the magic weapons of the five monks began to sway in the strong wind.

They themselves were imprisoned by the strong wind and were unable to break free.

"Haha! You don't want to accept my toast, but you have to make my master do something. You really don't know how to live or die."

The bald wizard laughed strangely, with a smug look on his face.

He reached out his hand into the wind and suddenly a large yellow hand appeared out of thin air in the hurricane and fiercely grabbed the stunning woman in it.

He planned to capture the female cultivator he had taken a fancy to alive first, and then use drastic measures to kill the remaining four in one fell swoop to eliminate his worries.

The female cultivator with skin as white as cream and a gorgeous face was wielding a fiery red flying sword magic weapon.

At this moment, she saw the big hand pressing down, and the magic weapon was spinning around in the strong wind, out of control, unable to save itself, and her jade face turned pale.

Although the other four monks wanted to save the girl, they were also dizzy and out of control due to the strong wind.

Only the fat old man, who had the deepest cultivation, was in a slightly better situation.

In anxiety, he barely raised one hand and released an electric arc several feet long, which hit the side of the big hand.

This attack was like a drop in the ocean, completely ineffective.

The yellow-robed mage attempted to use his powerful magic to trap a woman and pull her towards him.

However, at the critical moment, his magic suddenly dissipated and disappeared above the woman's head.

At the same time, the fierce hurricane that originally surrounded the monks quickly weakened and eventually turned into nothingness.

This sudden change shocked and confused everyone.

Faced with this situation, everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to the bald mage.

He had an angry look on his face, his eyes fixed on an empty space in the distance, as if he was looking for something.

At this time, the yellow-robed mage shouted angrily:
"Since you dare to destroy my master's magic, why do you hide and not dare to show yourself?"

There was a strong sense of dissatisfaction and challenge in his voice.

Then, a leisurely voice came from the air and responded:
"It's not that I'm hiding on purpose, but your cultivation is still shallow and you haven't noticed my presence yet."

Before he finished speaking, a red light flashed.

An extremely handsome young man in a white robe was suspended in mid-air.

Han Li, who was wearing a green shirt, followed behind him, one in front and one behind. It can be seen that Han Li respected Wang Lin.

It was easy for Wang Lin to deal with a mere Nascent Soul early stage cultivator.

The appearance of Wang Lin surprised the fat old man and others at first, but then when they sensed Wang Lin and Han Li's Nascent Soul stage cultivation, they were overjoyed.

They knew very well that their lives were saved.

The female cultivator hurriedly bowed from a distance and said respectfully:

"Junior Nie Ying, thank you for saving my life."

"Nie Ying!"

Wang Lin glanced at Nie Ying, a smile on his face: "I haven't seen her for over a hundred years. I didn't expect that she has also broken through to the Jindan stage."

When the bald mage heard this, he laughed out of anger and said:
“Haha! You are just an early Nascent Soul cultivator, but you are so arrogant. Qin must learn a little bit of your magical power today.”

The bald Taoist priest was seen chanting an incantation, while he made a gesture with his hands and suddenly flicked his fingers downwards.

In an instant, two projectile-shaped objects emitting brilliant yellow light flashed like meteors and shot rapidly toward the ground below.

Wang Lin was slightly startled, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not make any move to stop it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a thoughtful look, as if he was quite interested in the scene before him.

The big man at the side was overjoyed to see Han Li so calm and composed.

At that moment, he muttered something without hesitation, and waves of mysterious spells were heard.

As the spell sounded, the yellow clouds surrounding him began to roll violently.

In the blink of an eye, the Taoist priest named Qin was wrapped tightly.

"Seek death!"

Han Li behind him couldn't help but snort.

He has seen Wang Lin's methods.

The cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul had no power to resist Wang Lin.

What's more, this person is only at the initial stage of Nascent Soul cultivation.

Based on Han Li's estimation of Wang Lin's strength, he was no match for a late Nascent Soul cultivator.

But it's definitely not much different.

The cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage can be said to be the most powerful ones in Tiannan.

He has a close relationship with Senior Brother Wang, and having Wang Lin in Tiannan is his biggest trump card.

"go with!"

At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly blew out a breath of foul air.

A streak of golden light came out of his mouth.

The golden light is dazzling and the speed is extremely fast.

In an instant, he arrived in front of the Yuanying magician.

Looking at the fire so close, the monk wanted to retreat.

But he was surprised to find that the space around him solidified, making it impossible for him to dodge.

He could only watch the flames fall on his body.

"what!!!"

As soon as the Heavenly Phoenix Fire touched the flesh, it made him scream in agony.

But the screams did not last long.

Soon it turned into a wisp of dust and dissipated in the air.

"this..."

"This person is so powerful!"

"Could it be a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

……

The five people who were rescued looked at Wang Lin, their eyes full of shock.

You have to know that the man was a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage, yet Wang Lin was able to kill him so easily.

This is not something that an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul can do.

Only a willing great cultivator can kill an early Nascent Soul cultivator with a wave of his hand.

After they were silent for a moment, the oldest one, Lei Wanhe, reacted.

He bowed deeply to Wang Lin and Han Li, his gratitude overflowing with words:
"Thank you for your help, senior! May I know your name? I am Lei Wanhe from the Yellow Maple Valley, and I am grateful for your kindness."

Seeing this, several other people nearby stepped forward and paid their respects.

One of the female cultivators, Nie Ying, had already given her name, and the others followed suit:

Shi Qiyun from the Giant Sword Sect, Tang Minghua from the Moon Covering Sect, and Qian Huan from the Heavenly Palace expressed their gratitude almost in unison:

"Greetings, senior!"

Their expressions were full of respect and gratitude, if it weren’t for Wang Lin.

The only outcome for several people is death.

Han Li nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the fat old man, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The fat old man who respectfully called himself "senior" was none other than "Uncle Lei" who had exchanged elixir recipes with him in the past.

Now he actually regards himself as an elder. Although it is in line with the rules of the immortal cultivation world, Han Li still feels a little strange.

As Han Li was sighing, Wang Lin had already stepped forward slowly, bowed and said:

"Uncle Lei, I haven't seen you for many years. It seems that you have forgotten me."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wanhe was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He looked carefully at Wang Lin and Han Li in front of him.

As if he remembered something, he stuttered in horror.

The others were equally stunned when they heard this.

This Yuanying stage senior actually called Lei Wanhe "Uncle Master". This sudden address made it difficult for them to accept for a while.

Only Nie Ying, after hearing this, re-examined Wang Lin and exclaimed in shock:

"You are Uncle Li's disciple, Junior Brother Wang, Junior Brother Han!"

Her cry was full of disbelief.

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Nie still remembered Wang."

Wang Lin chuckled.

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

When Wang Lin appeared in front of his old friend again, he still maintained the same appearance as before, as if time had left no trace on his face.

Just by lightly mentioning the past, Nie Ying could not help but be surprised and asked, "Are you really the junior brother Wang from back then?"

Lei Wanhe was also swallowing his saliva, staring blankly with a dull look in his eyes.

He was secretly shocked, although he knew very well that there were all kinds of strange things in the world of cultivating immortals.

People with outstanding talents can often transcend realms and leap from being disciples to becoming strong people who are on par with their elders.

However, the scene before him was unbelievable to him—a junior fellow apprentice who was still in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

He unexpectedly transformed himself into a respected senior in the Nascent Soul stage!

Facing Lei Wanhe's shock and confusion, Wang Lin appeared calm.

He looked around and said calmly:
"Master Lei, don't be surprised. We can't stay here for long. Let's talk about it on the way."

After saying this, he took a step and walked away, leaving behind a sound of amazement and discussion. (End of this chapter)