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Chapter 49: This Wang Lin is probably a god-transforming cultivator

"Wang Lin, this time I want you to die without a doubt!"

Teng Huayuan grinned grimly and began to practice in seclusion.

At this moment, in the outside world, the State of Zhao was shocked!
Wang Lin killed nearly a thousand people in four days, but this was just a drop in the ocean in his revenge plan.

His next target is the Hehuan Sect.

"Inside the Hehuan Sect."

"Four hundred and eighty-one people have Fuji bloodline."

Wang Lin's eyes were cold and deep.

Just as he was about to go to the Hehuan Sect, he suddenly looked up and saw a colorful float slowly coming from the east, served by a group of boys and girls.

At the same time, a loud shout was heard:
"The Immortal Jimo is traveling!"

"All outsiders, make way immediately!"

In the distance, Ye Fan and Fang Han, who were hiding their bodies, found it quite interesting that they actually met some Jimo Immortal!
This immortal's cultivation level was average, but he made a grand entrance when he went out, and a ray of colorful light caught his eye!
It turned out to be a luxuriously decorated colorful float!

This float was decorated with extremely rare spiritual herbs and covered with low-grade spiritual stones, emitting bursts of strange light.

A group of young boys and girls were serving around the float.

The men have handsome faces and the women are beautiful, but they look arrogant and their cultivation is at the second or third level of the Qi Condensation Stage.

On the float.

There lay a fat old man, covered in a blanket covered with mid-grade spirit stones. It was none other than the old man from Jimo.

The extremely pleased old man from Jimo saw Wang Lin and thought to himself that this man was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Look at the string of corpses behind Wang Lin.

At first, they thought they were just mortals slaughtered at will by Wang Lin, and they couldn't help but show contempt on their faces.

But upon closer inspection, he discovered that these corpses were all members of the Teng family. The old man Jimo's expression suddenly changed!

Wang Lin's eyes were as sharp as a torch.

He looked directly at the old man from Jimo and asked coldly:
"Old Jimo, do you still remember the death of your little disciple four hundred years ago?"

Before the old man from Jimo could answer, Wang Lin continued:

"That was my fault. Zhang Hu and I were from the same sect, but we were hunted down by Teng Li and narrowly escaped death."

When the old man from Jimo heard this, a trace of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure and pretended to be calm and said:

"The past is like smoke, long forgotten."

However, at this moment, Old Man Jimo secretly summoned four dried corpse puppets. These puppets exuded an aura of cultivation close to the early Nascent Soul stage, intending to launch a sneak attack on Wang Lin!

"really!"

"As good as your master, so will your apprentice!"

Wang Lin noticed something strange and his expression became stern!
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man Jimo suddenly retreated and instantly improved his cultivation to the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He said arrogantly:

"Young man, you are fortunate enough to witness me at my strongest in this lifetime. You will die without regrets!"

"Now, cut off one of your arms, and I will spare your life today. Otherwise, I will kill you within a moment!"

"Too much nonsense."

Wang Lin snorted coldly!
The ultimate spiritual consciousness in his body instantly turned into a red lightning, like a sword that could split the sky, and slashed directly at the old man Jimo!

The old man from Jimo was unable to dodge and was killed on the spot!

Wang Lin stepped forward, took away the storage bag of the old man Jimo, and found the jade slip for refining puppets in it.

Afterwards, he put the four mummy puppets into the storage bag and turned around to continue heading towards the Hehuan Sect.

……

"damn it!"

"The devil Wang Lin is coming!"

The atmosphere in the Hehuan Sect was solemn.

The first ancestor, the Yin-Yang Elder, was urgently discussing with three Nascent Soul cultivators (one man and two women) how to deal with Wang Lin.

The old man Yin Yang looked worried and said slowly:
"This Wang Lin is probably at the level of a Spiritual Transformation! I heard that Huang Dashan of the Tiandao Sect died after being looked at by him."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words!
They began to discuss whether to hand over the Teng family disciples, but they were worried about offending Teng Huayuan.

After a heated debate, it was finally decided to open all the mountain protection formations, with the Yin-Yang old man personally presiding over it.

Trying to use this to stop Wang Lin.

They were hoping for a lucky break, thinking that Park Nam-ja or someone from the Tower of Babel would definitely stop Wang Lin.

Then, the Hehuan Sect rang the bell nine times!

The sound resounded throughout the sect. It was an urgent signal to summon all disciples, requiring them to gather at the main hall square within half an incense stick of time.

Disciples of the Hehuan Sect poured into the square.

Follow the elders and sit in each circle of light.

These light circles are like magical bonds, automatically converting everyone's spiritual power into the spiritual power of the mountain protection formation.

This formation is extremely powerful. Once activated, it is equivalent to directly fighting against thousands of monks.

"With just this formation, do you dare to stop Wang?"

Wang Lin arrived above the Hehuan Sect.

At a glance, I saw the powerful mountain protection formation.

Wang Lin's expression was stern, and he shouted to the people below:
"Old Yin Yang, if you don't open the formation, I will make your He Huan Sect a river of blood today!"

The Yin-Yang old man pretended to be confused and responded from inside the formation:
"Who are you?"

"What brings you to my Hehuan Sect?"

Wang Lin said no more, and his ultimate spiritual sense turned into red lightning again, attacking the formation!

More than a dozen disciples were unable to dodge and died on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Lin launched another attack.

More than one hundred disciples died.

"Do you really think you can stop me with this formation?"

Seeing that the formation was still intact, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he instantly launched hundreds of red lightning bolts!
For a moment, there were screams in the Hehuan Sect, and nearly a thousand disciples exploded, creating a horrific scene.

"what?!"

The Yin-Yang Elder and other Nascent Soul cultivators were also seriously injured in the formation and were coughing up blood.

"If you don't activate the formation within three breaths, you will die!"

Wang Lin took out the jade bottle containing the essence of the Nascent Soul, crushed it and swallowed it into his mouth. In an instant, a red thunder ball condensed.

When the Yin-Yang old man saw this scene, he was horrified!
In desperation, he had to open the formation and said in a trembling voice:

"The people of the Fuji family are all in the main hall."

Wang Lin strode into the hall. Half an incense stick later, he came out with the corpses of hundreds of Teng family disciples.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a faint voice calling softly:

"Wang...Wang Lin?"

Inside the Hehuan Sect, Wang Lin looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a middle-aged man with a haggard face and a hint of hesitation and shock in his eyes.

The middle-aged man saw Wang Lin coming and said hurriedly:
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I recognized the wrong person."

Wang Lin was puzzled and stepped forward to ask.

The middle-aged man sighed and said slowly:
"I once had a junior fellow apprentice..."

Wang Lin looked carefully and instantly recognized that the man in front of him was his former Senior Brother Zhang.

He was silent for a moment, then with a wave of his sleeves, he brought Senior Brother Zhang to the edge of a cliff a hundred miles away from the Hehuan Sect.

The mountain wind howled, blowing through the clothes of the two people.

Senior Brother Zhang then confessed:

"Wang Lin, I recognized you.

It's just that you've changed so much, and your cultivation is so profound, I didn't dare to recognize you for a moment."

Wang Lin's eyes were sharp as he asked about the recent situation of Hengyue Sect.

Senior Brother Zhang looked gloomy as he talked about his emotional entanglement with a woman from the Hehuan Sect after leaving the Hengyue Sect.

In the end, he fell into a desperate situation. Not only was his cultivation completely wasted, but he was also murdered and used to refine the Hehuan Pill.

Wang Lin felt pity.

He took out seven pills and handed them to Senior Brother Zhang, saying:

"This medicine can help you recover half of your cultivation."

After saying this, Wang Lin turned around.

The figure gradually disappeared in the distance.

Senior Brother Zhang held the pill in his hand and stood there for a long time, looking in the direction where Wang Lin left, his eyes extremely complicated.

Who would have thought that Wang Lin, a disciple rejected by Hengyue Sect, would achieve such success today?

(End of this chapter)