Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Not far from him, an old man in a blue robe was drinking by himself, holding a small emerald green pot and a white jade wine glass in his hands, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The old demon Yunlu sat down, and the scent of cosmetics emanating from her body quickly spread.

A person who smelled the odor couldn't help but glare at the old demon, feeling secretly unhappy in his heart.

The old demon didn't care about the man's dissatisfaction and scanned the surroundings several times.

Finally, it fell on Wang Lin, who was diagonally opposite, and once again revealed an interested expression.

Wang Lin frowned slightly, then gently closed his eyes, his expression calm.

But in his heart he began to think about Dong Xuaner.

Since the young master of the Hehuan Sect was killed by me back then, Dong Xuan'er should not have had the chance to join the Hehuan Sect.

It seems that Dong Xuaner will have another opportunity next time.

Just as Wang Lin was confused, people came in from outside the hall one after another.

These new arrivals were all cultivators in the middle Nascent Soul stage. They were acquainted with some of the earlier arrivals, but some of them held grudges against them.

Greetings and sarcastic remarks could be heard from time to time in the hall.

At this time, the old demon Yunlu had already shifted his gaze away from Wang Lin.

Wang Lin remained silent and did not take any action.

He believed that he had few acquaintances among the cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, so he did not feel the need to take the initiative to greet others.

Suddenly, a voice of "Fellow Daoist of Broken Soul" broke the silence, causing ripples in Wang Lin's heart, and he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw an old man in a black robe, with a thin figure but a unique temperament, walking into the hall, and a black-robed monk in the hall was waving to him enthusiastically.

The old man in the black robe was stunned when he heard this, then he walked over with a smile.

This scene caught the attention of Long Han who was standing beside him. He noticed something was wrong with Wang Lin and asked softly, "Did you know the Soul-Breaking Immortal before?"

Wang Lin looked calm and replied, "I have never seen him. I have only heard Senior Brother Cheng mention him. It is said that he has great magical powers."

After saying this, he did not mention the experience of killing several Soul-Breaking Sect disciples during his trip to Yue State.

"This is not surprising. I know that Elder Cheng once fought with this man and was slightly defeated, so he was impressed by him."

"However, with Fellow Daoist Wang's current reputation, there is no need to be cautious about him."

“However, among the cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, there is one person that Fellow Daoist Wang would do best to avoid conflict with. Even the three great cultivators of Tiannan would find it difficult to deal with this person.”

Long Han smiled slightly and said in a guiding tone.

Hearing this, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a bit of surprise:

"Can he give the three great monks a headache? Does such a person really exist?"

Long Han continued to explain:

"Such a person does exist. He once fought with Daoist Zhiyang. Although he nearly lost his life, he was able to slightly injure Daoist Zhiyang and escape successfully."

"Therefore, he is almost universally recognized as the existence second only to the three great monks."

"But this man has always been a loner. Even in a major event like the invasion of the Fashi, it is still unknown whether he would lend a hand. Otherwise, he would definitely be a great help."

Wang Lin pursed his lips, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes:
"To be able to severely injure a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, this person is indeed extraordinary. I wonder who this expert is, but he must be famous."

"This Daoist friend should have heard of it. I think Daoist friend Wang is familiar with the name 'Old Monster Tianhen'."

Long Han replied with a smile.

The name of the old monster Tianhen is well-known in the world of immortal heroes.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, and his mind involuntarily emerged many past events that happened in the Holy Tree Forbidden Land when he was disguised as a low-level cultivator.

At that time, the spies from both the righteous and evil paths were deeply wary of the old monster Tianhen, and their fear was unmistakable.

"Among the Nascent Soul cultivators, Brother Long and his wife's talent should be second only to the three great cultivators, right?"

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a hint of laughter.

After hearing this, Long Han slowly shook his head.

"Although Feng Bing and I have some magical powers, if we fight alone, it is likely that we will not be able to defeat this person."

"But if we join forces, it will be a different situation."

Long Han said solemnly.

Wang Lin smiled slightly after hearing this. When he was about to speak again, he suddenly felt a cold and gloomy gaze falling on him, as if the person had bad intentions.

Wang Lin became alert in his heart, but remained calm on his face. He turned his head slightly and looked directly into the man's eyes.

All I saw was a very unfamiliar old man with a long beard and wearing green clothes.

When the old man saw Wang Lin's gaze, the cold light in his eyes faded a little, and he looked away expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Lin did not relax his vigilance because of this. Instead, his eyes flickered and he stared at the mysterious old man for a long time.

Long Han noticed Wang Lin's doubts and laughed softly, "Why? Fellow Daoist Wang, don't you recognize this person?"

Wang Lin was secretly puzzled, thinking that he should know this person.

Long Han explained:
"This person is Dongmen Tu, the great elder of Yuling Sect, who holds great power in Yuling Sect."

“Although I have never had direct contact with him, it is rumored that he and Gu Shuangpu have a very close relationship and are like brothers.”

"However, you regarded Gu Shuangpu as a spy of the Mulan people and killed him. Although the evidence is irrefutable, Dongmen Tu did not make any statement on the surface, but he must be dissatisfied with you in his heart."

Wang Lin had no expression on his face when he heard this.

Not to mention killing Gu Shuangpu.

The five elements of the Yuling Sect's spirit infants are all under his control.

But it is obvious that Dongmen Tu did not know the latter, otherwise he would have come to cause trouble long ago.

After a while, the hall was full and the monks took their seats one after another.

Interestingly, most of the demonic monks gathered on the right side of the hall, while the righteous monks occupied most of the seats on the left side.

Only the cultivators from the Tiandao Alliance and the Nine Nations Alliance seemed indifferent and sat casually on both sides.

In the place where the monks gathered, Wang Lin saw a familiar face - a monk named Kuang from Ni Hangzhai.

This person was sitting on the side of the demon in the middle of the seat. When he saw Wang Lin looking at him, he smiled slightly in response.

Wang Lin nodded slightly in return.

At this time, Long Han quietly conveyed a message to Wang Lin and introduced the other two cultivators from the Tiandao League.

One was a woman with an ordinary face and plain clothes, and the other was an old man with a frown and a sad expression.

Wang Lin looked at the two men carefully and memorized their facial features.

As the number of people increased, the atmosphere in the venue became increasingly solemn.

The crowd stopped whispering to each other and instead looked at the people around them with stern eyes.

These cultivators are all top masters in Tiannan. No matter they are familiar or strangers, they all have their own thoughts and considerations in their hearts.

Among these many masters, Wang Lin is particularly special.

After all, in the past six months, Wang Lin's reputation has been at its peak and everyone knows him.

Wang Lin sat quietly in the hall, closing his eyes to rest, unmoved by the gazes of the people around him, as if all the troubles had nothing to do with him.

As time went by, the hall gradually fell into silence, and the atmosphere became more solemn. At this moment, the side door slowly opened, and three monks stepped into the hall one after another.

This sudden scene made all the old monsters who were watching silently focus their attention instantly.

The visitor was of extraordinary status. He was a big man in a black robe, looking very powerful.

One is an old man with green hair, his face is kind but exudes an unfathomable aura.

There was also a Taoist priest with a long sword on his back. He had a calm expression and an otherworldly aura surrounding him.

Wang Lin recognized that these three people were the only three late Nascent Soul cultivators in the Tiannan region in more than a thousand years, and they were the top existences in the world.

The expressions of the people present were different, some were surprised, some were in awe, and some were secretly speculating.

However, most people chose to do as Wang Lin did and wait quietly for the three great monks to speak.

To understand the real purpose of their appearance this time.

The three of them walked slowly to the center of the hall and stood side by side.

The ferocious-looking black-robed man in the middle said coldly:

"I think there's no need to explain who the three of us are. Even if you're meeting us for the first time, you should know us by now."

"This party is hosted by the three of us. Does anyone have any objection to this?"

The black-robed man's voice was unusually cold, and as soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura burst out from his body.

Immediately afterwards, a huge spiritual pressure enveloped the entire hall.

The monks present all felt the unfathomable fluctuation of spiritual energy and their faces changed slightly.

Wang Lin had no expression on his face.

It would be funny if the pressure from the late Nascent Soul stage could affect me.

However, he recognized the cold and evil aura on the black-robed man. He should be the old demon Hehuan from the evil path.

However, the appearance of this so-called old demon was very different from what Wang Lin had imagined.

It is said that he is the grand elder of the Hehuan Sect, but his skills are more like the magic skills of the Guiling Sect!

To be honest, from Wang Lin's perspective.

The old demon Yunlu is more like the so-called old demon Hehuan.

After feeling the big man's terrifying power, the other monks felt uneasy, but no one was stupid enough to challenge the authority of the three great monks.

For a moment, the hall was silent, as if everyone agreed with what the old demon Hehuan had said before.

"Okay. Since you have no objection, then we won't say any more. In fact, time doesn't allow us to say more."

"This morning, the Mulan people sent an envoy with a letter of challenge. They claimed that if we do not accept their conditions, a life-and-death battle will be fought at the border in seven days."

The big man in black robe said expressionlessly.

"Gauntlet?"

"Seven days later?"

"What conditions?"

The monks began to riot.

"Brother Yi is right. This is the other party's declaration of war. Please read it first, and then discuss countermeasures."

"Although the war came earlier than we expected, with the abilities of everyone present here, would you still be afraid of the Mulan people?"

The Taoist priest with a sword on his back chuckled and spoke calmly.

Although his voice was not loud, it sounded like a gentle breeze to everyone, which instantly eliminated the irritability in everyone's hearts and restored their calmness.

The other monks were shocked and the commotion died down, but some people still murmured in a low voice.

The Taizhen School's method of meditation is indeed unique.

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to understand something. He took out a jade slip as red as blood from his robe.

He casually threw it to the grey-robed old man opposite him and said with a smile: "This is the challenge letter from Mulan people. Please take a look at it first."

The old man took the jade slip, and after a moment of silence, he used his spiritual sense to explore the contents. His expression suddenly changed and became gloomy, and then he coldly handed the jade slip to the person next to him.

The man curiously glanced at the jade slip with his mind, and his expression turned ugly.

The monks passed the challenge letter around, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Wang Lin was silently observing these two key figures from the side.

The Taoist priest was about forty years old, with crystal-white skin and regular and elegant features, which made people feel good at first sight.

He should be Master Zhiyang of Taizhen Sect of the Righteous Alliance.

The other old man in green looked ordinary, with nothing outstanding in his clothing, appearance or temperament.

However, Wang Lin noticed that the old man had long nails on all ten of his fingers. His nails were extremely sharp, purple and black, and flashing with a faint light, which made him quite eye-catching.

Wei Wuya, the great elder of the Nine Nations Alliance, noticed Wang Lin's gaze, turned his head and looked back. When their eyes met, he showed surprise on his face and smiled at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin smiled awkwardly in response, thinking to himself:

If this person knew about what happened between him and Nangong Wan, would he still be able to remain so friendly?

At this time, Long Han had finished reading the jade slip in his hand and handed it to Wang Lin with a gloomy expression.

Seeing everyone's solemn expressions, Wang Lin became curious. He calmly immersed his mind in the jade slip and read its contents carefully.

After a moment, Wang Lin frowned, drew out his spiritual sense, and silently passed the jade slip to the next cultivator.

Soon, the jade slip was circulated among the crowd, and everyone's expression looked quite heavy. Some people even couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Now that you have read the letter of challenge, what are your opinions?"

Master Zhiyang of Taizhen Sect asked with a smile.

"How arrogant they are! They even want us to give up half of Tiannan. Do they really think they can defeat us so easily?"

A monk with a stern face and dressed in brocade robes retorted coldly.

During a discussion about strategic decision-making, an old man with a sly look proposed a strategy:
"We only need to give up a small amount of territory to quell the war."

He implied that the Mulan people, now like a lost dog, did not need a head-on confrontation, but could be exhausted by delaying tactics alone.

This proposal was strongly questioned by the dark-skinned man next to the fat old man.

He questioned with dissatisfaction whether, because the Qianhuan Sect was located deep in the south of the sky, it did not care about the life and death of other sects.

He pointed out that a protracted war might not matter to the Qianhuan Sect, which had a deep foundation, but it would mean a catastrophe for other sects with weak foundations.

He questioned:

"If we are abandoned, why should we stand in the way of the magicians?"

"Why don't we just move the entire sect to your Tianluo country? Wouldn't that avoid unnecessary sacrifices?"

Faced with this criticism, the fat old man seemed unmoved. He glanced at the big man and responded indifferently:

"I am also considering the overall situation. The sect can be rebuilt, but the dead cannot be resurrected. We must weigh the long-term interests."

While everyone was arguing, the old demon He Huan slowly stood up, glanced at everyone, and said:
"My fellow comrades, we have already calculated that this time the Mulan people's army of magicians will come out in full force, and their momentum is overwhelming. It is definitely not a long-term solution." (End of this chapter)