Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Further away, several elders of the Thunder Immortal Palace whispered among themselves: "Our Thunder Pool envoys are divided into four ranks. The fourth rank is twenty breaths, the first rank is eighty breaths, and only those who have passed one hundred breaths can enter the inner hall."

"If Xu Mu can break through twenty breaths, he will be considered an extraordinary talent."

"Xu Mu is indeed a genius, but his senior brother is probably also a powerful figure who can shock the entire Luo Tian Star Region. We can't afford to offend him!"

Wang Lin stood at the edge of the teleportation array, gazing at the churning sea of ​​lightning and the ferocious lightning spirit below, his fingers quietly clenching.

One could sense the destructive power within Lei Ling's body, which shared the same origin as the lightning tribulation encountered in the outer battlefield years ago, but was more condensed and more violent.

"Junior brother, the power of thunder spirit is specifically designed to destroy the physical body and primordial spirit. After entering the pool, guard your sea of ​​consciousness and be extremely careful."

Lin Che's voice quietly reached his ears.

Wang Lin nodded, his gaze hardening: "Don't worry, senior brother, I know what I'm doing."

Wang Lin strode towards the edge of the teleportation array, his white robes fluttering in the thunderous wind, his eyes beneath his white hair reflecting the blue light of the sea of ​​lightning, showing no fear whatsoever.

As if sensing his gaze, Lei Ling roared suddenly, and lightning surged around him. The thousand-foot-long lightning pool instantly stirred up a ten-foot-high lightning wave, as if mocking this ignorant cultivator.

"Brother Lin, how confident are you that your junior brother can pass this test?"

Immortal Lord Qingshui appeared here and asked curiously.

Lin Che put one hand behind his back, looked at Wang Lin and the others in front of him, and said calmly, "My junior brother has a bright personality, and I don't think anyone can compare to him."

Upon hearing this, Immortal Lord Qingshui subconsciously glanced at Lin Che beside him, then smiled and said, "For Lin Che to trust this person so much, this person must be quite powerful."

Wang Lin took a deep breath, and his figure fell into the Thunder Pool like a fallen leaf.

The moment his feet touched the sea of ​​lightning, countless cyan-purple lightning bolts clung to his white robe like a malignant tumor, and the crackling lightning instantly tore through the fabric, revealing his bronze skin underneath.

"Roar!"

Lei Ling suddenly swooped down, its dragon head opening its huge mouth, and a condensed, tangible bolt of lightning shot straight at Wang Lin's face.

This attack was even more ferocious than Russell's previous claw strikes; the air itself smelled burnt.

Wang Lin's pupils contracted sharply, but instead of retreating, he advanced. He formed hand seals, and the power of his primordial spirit within his dantian surged wildly, instantly causing a dense black aura to rise around him, transforming into an ancient shield.

The bolt of lightning struck the shield with a deafening roar, causing the black energy to churn violently. A gap was torn open by the lightning, and the remaining sparks grazed Wang Lin's shoulder, leaving a charred scar.

"Five breaths!"

Someone outside the Thunder Pool called out softly.

Wang Lin was completely unaware of the pain. He slammed his left hand into the ground and muttered incantations.

In an instant, several jet-black vines emerged from beneath the Thunder Pool, coiling around Thunder Spirit's limbs like serpents.

This is a divine power he comprehended in the land of demons, which allows him to use the power of the earth to bind powerful enemies.

Lei Ling roared in pain, thrashing its body as lightning surged, tearing the vines apart inch by inch.

But in that brief moment of hesitation, Wang Lin had already closed in on Lei Ling's side, his right hand forming a fist, with a faint golden light swirling around it.

That was the power of his origin, cultivated over many years. Although it was not as powerful as Lin Che's sword intent and domineering killing intent, it was superior in its condensation and purity.

"Bang!" The fist slammed solidly into the body of the Thunder Spirit Lion. Amidst the sparks of lightning, the massive body of the Thunder Spirit was knocked off balance.

"Good lad! He actually managed to injure Lei Ling!"

The elders of Leixian Hall were all deeply moved.

This Thunder Spirit is formed from the essence of the Thunder Pool. Ordinary cultivators who have reached the Nirvana Realm will find it difficult to even get close, let alone injure it head-on.

"Ten breaths!"

Lei Ling was utterly enraged. The lightning around him suddenly turned crimson, and the entire lightning pool boiled. Countless bolts of lightning condensed into a dense rain of arrows, raining down on Wang Lin. This was no longer a test, but a true killing blow.

A resolute glint flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his chest.

At this moment, the Samsara Intent within his body was activated, and a faint gray halo appeared around him.

The lightning arrows that shot into the halo suddenly slowed down, as if they were sinking into a quagmire.

"This is... the power of reincarnation?" Immortal Lord Qingshui sat up abruptly, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes. "This child has actually comprehended such a divine power!"

Lin Che was also slightly taken aback, then a smile appeared on his lips.

Back when they parted ways in the land of demons, Wang Lin was just an ignorant cultivator, but now he has been able to apply the concept of reincarnation to such an extent.

"Fifteen breaths have passed!"

Yan Leizi's voice rang out at the opportune moment. According to the rules, Wang Lin had already passed the test.

But Lei Ling was clearly unwilling to give up. Breaking free from the shackles of the Samsara halo, he condensed a long sword of lightning and slashed at Wang Lin's crown with a world-destroying aura.

"enough!"

Lin Che moved slightly and appeared at the edge of the Thunder Pool. His Empty Sword was drawn an inch from its sheath, and an invisible sword intent swept out, accurately striking the Thunder Light Sword.

"Crack!"

The lightning sword snapped in two.

Lei Ling, in pain, roared twice in resentment, but ultimately dared not provoke Lin Che any further, and slowly retreated into the depths of the sea of ​​thunder.

Wang Lin, covered in blood, staggered out of the three-zhang-wide space. His white robe was tattered, but he still stood tall and looked up at the outside of the Thunder Pool, where he met Lin Che's approving gaze.

"Congratulations, junior brother, you've passed the test."

Wang Lin grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, his smile filled with the exhilaration of surviving a calamity: "I have fulfilled my mission."

Silence reigned outside the Thunder Pool until a deafening murmur erupted a moment later.

"A full twenty-one breaths! He actually held on for twenty-one breaths!"

"He even injured Lei Ling! With this kind of strength, he might be able to rival Xu Ting!"

"No wonder Senior Lin Che values ​​him so much. This Xu Mu... no, Wang Lin, is truly a ruthless character!"

Yan Leizi watched Wang Lin's retreating figure, his hand stroking his beard pausing slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Originally, it was thought that Xu Ting would definitely be able to sit firmly at the top of the list in this year's Immortal Conferment Battle, but now it seems that there has been a change in the outcome.

Wang Lin walked to Lin Che's side, and just as he was about to speak, everything went black before his eyes, and he staggered and was about to fall.

I just forcibly activated the Samsara state, and now I'm completely exhausted.

Lin Che quickly caught him and channeled a gentle stream of Yuan energy into him: "Go back and adjust your breathing first. The next level is waiting for you."

Wang Lin nodded and was helped down by the disciples of the Thunder Immortal Palace to rest, awaiting the third test.

After Wang Lin left, the lightning in the Thunder Pool gradually subsided, leaving only a three-zhang-wide open space, quietly waiting for the next challenger.

But everyone knows that the records of this place have been completely rewritten by that white-haired cultivator.

The tests continued, and everyone was desperately trying to resist and enter the third level. If they could complete the test, they would have a chance to become immortals.

The next Heavenly Gate is the key to whether they can become immortals!

(End of this chapter)