Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 130: Slacking off in the late stage of the first battle!

When the middle-aged man in black saw Lin Fan accept the challenge, a sinister smile flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he surged the spiritual power around his body and turned into a black lightning, flying into the distance closely after Lin Fan.

The wind was howling all the way, and wherever the two passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan and the man in black were hovering in the air, one in front of the other.

They were dozens of feet apart, their eyes met in the air, and the cold breath collided violently in the air.

The two looked at each other, trying to find out the other's strength from the other's expression and spiritual power fluctuations, so as to seize the initiative in the next battle.

The place was shrouded in clouds and mist, with gusts of wind. Below was a bottomless valley. All around was silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling in the ears.

The man in black was hanging steadily in the air, with dark spiritual energy surging around him. His black robe was dancing wildly in the strong wind, and the corners of his clothes were flying, revealing a bone-chilling chill and a gloomy and weird aura.

"Diao Bufan of the Ghost Spirit Sect is also known as the Black Evil Monster. Who are you from the Huangfeng Valley?" His voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against each other, and it was carried far away in the whistling wind, carrying an unquestionable sense of oppression.

Lin Fan looked calm and unhurried, bowing and responding, "Lin Fan from Huangfeng Valley." His tone was casual, as if the imminent battle before him was just an ordinary exchange, and his whole body exuded calmness and composure.

"never heard of that."

After the black-clothed man finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a magical weapon along with a vortex of black spiritual power.

This magical weapon is shaped like a skull, with a strange purple-black mist lingering around it. It is the "Nine Nether Evil Bone Banner" that made him famous.

In the empty eye sockets of the skull on the banner, ghostly green fire flickered, and its sharp teeth were bared, as if ready to bite anyone at any time.

Each pale bone was engraved with intricate runes. The runes flickered and exuded an ancient evil aura that was creepy.

As soon as the Nine Netherworld Evil Bone Banner appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, the cold wind howled, and the air was filled with a foul smell, as if the gates of hell had been opened, and endless eerie horror surged out.

The Black Evil Monster curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and with one hand he made a gesture. The Nine Nether Evil Bone Banner spun around under his control. Every time it turned, it emitted a sharp whistling sound, as if countless wronged souls were screaming miserably.

Lin Fan looked at the Nine Nether Evil Bone Banner that was spinning rapidly and making a shrill sound. His eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate without reservation.

He quickly made hand gestures with his hands, and his movements were so fast that they almost seemed like illusions. The spiritual light around him suddenly surged and was so dazzling that people could not open their eyes.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a vast amount of spiritual power gushed out like a raging tsunami, carrying with it a dazzling golden light.

It was the Tianshu Sword!
In an instant, countless golden runes appeared and disappeared on the sword, like lively tadpoles swimming happily on the sword.

"Well done!"

Lin Fan let out a low shout, and the Tianshu Sword, with an unstoppable momentum, shot towards the Jiuyou Evil Bone Banner.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light, carrying a majestic momentum, collided violently with the strange purple-black mist. A deafening roar exploded, as if to shatter the heaven and earth.

In a flash, dazzling light burst out like fireworks, and the turbulent flow of spiritual energy was like a surging tsunami, sweeping in all directions with a devastating force.

Wherever it went, the surrounding clouds and mist were shattered into pieces, like fragile gauze, vulnerable to the impact of this powerful force.

When the old monster Heisha saw this, there was no panic on his face. He snorted coldly, danced his hands faster and faster, and muttered to himself.

The ghostly green fire on the Nine Nether Evil Bone Banner suddenly increased several times, and the sharp whistling sound became even more piercing, as if countless invisible hands were trying to drag the Tianshu Sword into the endless dark abyss.

Lin Fan looked calm and watched all this without making any expression. In that move just now, he had only used about 20% of his magic power.

After advancing to the late stage of the Jindan period, he clearly felt that both the depth of his own magic power and the power of his magical powers had increased by more than several times.

Lin Fan is not the kind of person who would do business at a loss. He would never get involved in anything that is not profitable.

Before this, he had already looked at the war merit exchange catalog listed by the seven major sects, and there were very few really good things in it.

In the eyes of ordinary Jindan stage cultivators, those items may be rare treasures that they are hard to come by, but to Lin Fan, who has a golden finger, they are like chicken ribs that are tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

After understanding these situations, Lin Fan made a prompt decision and completely put the matter of exchanging military merits out of his mind.

He knew clearly in his mind that there was no need for him to risk his life for the seven major sects, unless the sects could produce truly rare treasures. Otherwise, it would be better for him to just "fish" in peace.

After all, with his strength, if he really went to battle, it would be easy to kill several Jindan-stage cultivators in one go. However, if he did so, the Yuanying-stage monsters on the demonic side would definitely lose their patience. Those old guys were always ruthless and unscrupulous. They would most likely ignore their status and bully a Jindan-stage cultivator like him by relying on their higher cultivation level.

Lin Fan had been planning this in his mind for a long time. After a few years, when Chen Qiaoqian and Qin Xianer found Xin Ruyin and persuaded her to help repair the teleportation array, he would take a few people and dive into the Chaos Star Sea to start a new journey of adventure!

The sun slowly sets in the west, and the sky is dyed with a large patch of orange-red glow.

On the battlefield, magic weapons collided violently, and the sounds of "ding-dang-dang" and "bang-bang" continued one after another, just like dense drum beats, hitting people's hearts again and again, making people nervous.

The surging spiritual power is like a brilliant firework, splashing wildly and colorfully, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that beneath this splendor, deadly dangers are hidden everywhere.

The old monster Heisha has tried his best in this battle.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead. At this moment, at least 50% of his magic power had been consumed.

But when he looked up at Lin Fan, he found that Lin Fan had a calm face. He just casually controlled a flying sword magic weapon to block all his attacks.

No matter how powerful the magical powers that the Black Evil Monster displayed, or how strange and unpredictable the magic weapons he used.

Lin Fan always raised his hands to respond calmly, and took on every round of fierce attacks with ease, as if this fierce fight was just a pastime for him to digest his food after a meal, as easy as a child playing house.

The old monster Heisha was full of doubts. Who was this person?
How come his mana reserves are so deep?
How could he maintain such ease in such a high-intensity fight?
The key point is that I have never heard of this person's name before. Could it be that he is a person who has practiced hard, so his talent and appearance are not impressive, but his supernatural powers are unfathomable?

Thinking of this, he decided to stop for the time being and shouted, "Sir, please stop. Today, we are evenly matched. We will fight again next time!"

As he spoke, he put away his magic weapon, turned around and transformed into a dark streak of light, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Lin Fan also put away his magic weapon, turned around and turned into a beam of light, heading towards the camp. On the way, Lin Fan ran into Senior Sister Hongfu.

Her face looked a little pale and her figure showed some fatigue, obviously due to excessive consumption of magic power.

Hong Fu saw Lin Fan's calm face, with no trace of emotion, as if he had never experienced that thrilling and fierce battle. She couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "Junior brother, you look so calm and composed. Could it be that you just got a bye and didn't get an opponent?"

Senior Sister Hongfu's eyes were full of suspicion as she looked Lin Fan up and down.

Lin Fan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He said slowly, "That's not the case. Junior Brother encountered the Black Evil Monster from the Ghost Spirit Sect. After a fierce battle, there was no clear winner."

The tone was relaxed and casual, as if what they were talking about was not a thrilling battle, but a very ordinary little thing.

Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Hongfu's eyes widened in disbelief. "It was actually the Black Evil Monster? He's known in the demonic world for his ruthlessness and immense magical power. How could you actually fight him to a draw? Junior Brother, don't lie to me!"

"Is he great?"

Lin Fan had a puzzled look on his face, tilting his head slightly, looking unconvinced. Then he said casually, "I think he's just average! Anyway, I can handle it myself."

"is it?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Senior Sister Hongfu's eyes, and then she was filled with emotion, "It seems that Junior Brother has advanced to the late Jindan stage, and his magical powers have increased a lot."

You know, the old monster Heisha is notoriously troublesome among the Jindan stage cultivators in our area.

He has a set of strange and unpredictable skills, cruel methods, and no rules in his actions, which has always made people terrified.

The fact that my junior brother was able to fight him to a draw shows that his strength should not be underestimated.

Even if the senior sister were to go down in person and want to take him down, the outcome would be unpredictable, a fifty-fifty chance.

Senior Sister Hongfu couldn't help but laugh as she spoke, her eyes filled with admiration for Lin Fan. Then, half-jokingly, she said, "At this rate, Junior Brother will soon leave Senior Sister far behind. Who knows, in the future, Senior Sister might even have to respectfully change her address and call you Senior Brother!"

"Senior sister, you are too kind to me. I am still far from that." Lin Fan waved his hand quickly with a humble smile on his face.

After a while, the two returned to the camp while chatting with each other.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows out. People were coming and going in the camp, and occasionally a few curious eyes were cast at them.

Lin Fan and Senior Sister Hongfu said "see you later" to each other, then left and walked towards their own caves.

(End of this chapter)