Chapter 82: Seizing the Foundation (Part 2)

  A gigantic sword materialized in the sky and swung down, causing all the lightning balls to move with it. Amidst the thunderous roars, they suddenly descended and struck.

  Situ Nan didn't wait for Wang Lin's instructions and immediately cursed a few times, taking Wang Lin with him as he teleported again, reappearing thousands of feet away.

  Teng's eyebrows furrowed, he let out a cold snort, and with a flick of his right hand, the flying sword swiftly turned around and fell to his feet, carrying him in rapid pursuit.

  Two long rainbows, one in front and one behind, pierced through the air and disappeared. The hundreds of disciples from the Teng family chased after them for a while, but ultimately couldn't keep up with the speed of the two people ahead and had no choice but to stop in their tracks.

  Teng Lie pursued, the more shocked he was in his heart. With his foundation-building late-stage cultivation, his speed was already extremely fast, but that little brat in front of him, every time he was about to catch up, would instantly teleport away.

  The more the opponent was like this, the heavier the killing intent in Teng Lie's eyes became. Instant movement was a unique technique of Yuan Ying period masters, and yet the opponent could use it despite not even reaching the foundation building stage. In Teng Lie's opinion, the opponent must have had a magical treasure.

  As he thought of this, he moistened his lips, and the idea of killing and robbing became even more intense.

  He and Chen Zhong, the eldest disciple of the old man from Jimo, were close friends. The other day, he received a flying sword transmission from Chen Zhong, asking him to help kill two people, one of whom was named Zhang Hu, who was a disciple under Chen Zhong's fifth junior brother.

  This tiger jointly killed the master with outsiders. At the moment when his fifth junior brother died, Mo Lao Ren immediately sensed that Zhang Hu was unaware that besides having poison in his body, he also had a secret technique controlled by Mo Lao Ren to control his disciples. Through this secret technique, Mo Lao Ren instantly understood everything that happened on that day. In a fit of rage, he used the secret technique to calculate and found out that the opponent was currently in Tengjia City, so he sent Chen Zhong to capture Zhang Hu and the others.

  Chen Zhong was too far away, so he flew his sword to send a book to Teng Lie, asking him to block it for him.

  This vine was severe and found that Zhang Hu was indeed in the Teng family castle, and the person who accompanied him was obviously an accomplice, so there was a previous affair.

  He was originally just lending a helping hand, but now Teng Lie had made up his mind to kill Wang Lin and seize the treasure that allowed instant movement.

  Thinking of this, he sped up and caught up with him.

  Wang Lin took a big mouthful of spiritual energy, his face flashed with a fierce expression, and he spat out a green light. As soon as the green light appeared, the surrounding air was filled with a bloody aura.

  A green light flashed, shooting rapidly backwards. Wang Lin's footsteps didn't stop, swiftly flying forward in retreat.

  Teng Lie looked clearly at the back, for that green light he didn't care at all, sneered and pointed with his right hand index finger, suddenly a lightning ball appeared, rushing towards the green light.

  In an instant of collision with green light, a loud explosion sounded.

  Tong Lian looked at him with disdain, withdrawing his gaze. But just then, three zhang in front of him, a green light flashed suddenly and rapidly stabbed out, striking his body with a loud crash. Tong Lian's white clothes immediately turned to flying ash, revealing the golden armor inside.

  The green light was blocked by the inner shell at the moment of its emergence, and it immediately turned around and flashed away, disappearing without a trace.

  Wang Lin sighed in regret, his right hand waved and a small green sword appeared between his two fingers, then he turned around and escaped once again.

  Teng Lie's forehead was sweating profusely, the scene just now was too dangerous. Even with his late-stage foundation period cultivation, if he were to be stabbed by the flying sword, he would definitely suffer serious injuries. Moreover, looking at the flying sword's cold gleam, it was absolutely not an ordinary treasure, and he might very likely lose his life on the spot after being stabbed.

  He touched the close-fitting inner armor given to him by his great-grandfather, secretly calling himself lucky, but the idea of ??killing Wang Lin became even more determined. His eyes revealed a cold light, and he muttered to himself: "In addition to the treasure that can move instantly, there is also this wonderful flying sword. Little guy, all these things on your body are mine, Teng Lie's."

  Three days later, in a desolate desert, Wang Lin's face was covered with dust. He drank the spiritual energy from a gourd and muttered bitterly to himself: "The spiritual energy is not enough anymore, at this rate, it will be used up soon, I must replenish it as soon as possible."

  "Little one, I'm afraid I won't make it. The three days of rapid teleportation have taken too much out of me, my yuan ying essence has been severely depleted." Si Tu Nan's voice was extremely weak.

  Wang Lin turned his head to gaze into the distance, a thread of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He said coldly, "He's coming after us again." As he spoke, he slapped his storage bag and a small green sword suddenly appeared.

  The small sword's luster was slightly dull, and there were some scratches on its surface. In the past three days, Wang Lin had thrown out the small sword several times, but after Tong Lian became vigilant, it became increasingly difficult to launch a sneak attack, especially with the internal armor on his body, which possessed great resistance, making even the small sword's sharp edge unable to penetrate half an inch.

  After the flying sword was sacrificed, Wang Lin's divine sense swept away and suddenly stared at the west. There, there was a continuous forest, with a layer of purple-black mist swirling above the forest, which could not be seen clearly.

  After a moment of hesitation, Wang Lin didn't say another word and turned around to fly towards the west. In the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the forest, without blinking, he quickly descended and rushed into the forest.

  Wang Lin knew that his spiritual energy was almost depleted, and Situ Nan's Instant Shift had also reached its limit. If he continued to fly in the sky, he would eventually be caught up by the enemy.

  Why not give up flying and walk in the jungle, although I don't know why there is that eerie fog above this forest, but when he scanned his divine sense just now, he found that his divine sense was like a person in muddy water, with its activity range shrinking to only a few dozen feet.

  Wang Lin entered the forest for a short while, and a long rainbow broke through the air, hovering above the forest before landing on the ground. The fully golden light of Teng Lie was revealed, and at this moment, his face showed a hint of fatigue. After three consecutive days of flying pursuit, his spiritual energy consumption was too great. If not for the replenishing spiritual energy pellets in his storage bag, he would have probably turned back long ago.

  But the treasure in his opponent's hand had been tempting him all along, making him want to catch up and kill Wang Lin immediately to snatch the treasure. Moreover, there was another point - when Teng Lie started chasing, he didn't expect it to be so difficult. Even though his opponent had cast a teleportation spell, although he was shocked in his heart, he secretly thought that his opponent hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, and long-term flight would definitely cause severe spiritual energy loss. With his own late-stage Foundation Establishment strength, even if he were to grind against his opponent, he could still wear him down to death.

  So he chased all the way, but he was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for the other party's spiritual power to be exhausted, planning to cut down Wang Lin with one sword.

  But this idea, on the second day of pursuit, he thoroughly threw it away. The opponent's speed not only didn't slow down, but instead got faster and faster, which made him puzzled. As he observed, Fujiaki was shocked gradually.

  When he saw the other party, he often took out a gourd. Every time he drank from the gourd, his speed would increase significantly. He had seen this scene countless times on this road.

  The idea of killing Wang Lin grew heavier.

  Teng Lang stood outside the forest, his eyes flashing with a hint of hesitation. He thought to himself: "This barbarous and mysterious forest is shrouded in mist all year round, even Grandpa Ta said not to enter easily... now should I chase or not..."

  After a moment's hesitation, Teng Lie gritted his teeth and charged forward without saying another word.

  In the forest, ancient trees reach for the sky, and all kinds of trees compete to thrive. The ground is covered with withered branches and rotten leaves, and many crawling poisonous creatures such as centipedes and venomous snakes flash by. Thick thousand-year-old giant trees can be seen everywhere, and various strange flowers and weeds are scattered all over the place. There are also countless fierce beasts and birds that occasionally encounter each other and fight to the death. In addition, there is a foul odor emitted from the rotting leaves and dead bodies of living things, which gradually accumulates day after day, turning into a miasma that can silently kill people.

  This place is shrouded in mist all year round, with the eerie growth of giant trees and countless powerful ferocious beasts comparable to those in the Yuan Ying period, making every step a crisis, and one will lose their life if they are not careful.

  Wang Lin's divine sense scattered, his body quickly shuttling through the forest, when suddenly Situ Nan shouted urgently: "Stop, stop quickly!"

  Wang Lin's body suddenly stopped moving.

  "What the hell is this place, how can there be Blue Line Creeper here? This thing is a minor destructive plant, and it has destroyed several second-rate Cultivation countries." Si Tu Nan took a deep breath and said.

  "Blue Line Vine?" Wang Lin was taken aback.

  "There's a vine in front of you, and on the vine there's a blue line... Hmm? No, this isn't a Blue Line Vine, it's strange... Wang Lin, this should be the initial sprout of a Blue Line Vine. Its power may not be as enormous as rumored, but you'd best steer clear. A mature Blue Line Vine is a nightmare for cultivators below the Dan-forming stage. This thing is extremely sensitive to blood, and every time it devours a cultivator, it will evolve. Legend has it that when a Blue Line Vine evolves to its ultimate state, even a high-ranking expert in the Infant Transformation stage can't resist it. Moreover, this thing is also highly sensitive to fluctuations in spiritual energy from spells. Absolutely do not use spell attacks on it." said Si Tu Nan with a serious tone.

  Wang Lin looked down and his gaze fell on a long vine that had grown out of the giant tree's body, a cautious look appearing in his eyes.

  This rattan stick looks very ordinary, except for a blue fine line faintly visible on the surface, and there is not much difference with other rattan sticks.

  Wang Lin hesitated for a moment and did not leave as suggested by Sutu Nan. Instead, he slowly moved forward, without using any spiritual power, carefully pinching the rattan rod with his thumb and index finger, and slowly pulled it out. During this process, he was highly concentrated, and when he had pulled out about 30 feet of the rattan rod, he slowly released his hand, retreated dozens of feet, quickly pierced his fingertip, and a drop of fresh blood landed on the rattan rod.

  The rattan was struck by blood and immediately shook off, raised like a snake, and then several blue lines of rattan stretched out from its roots, gathered together, wriggled for a while, and slowly calmed down and fell to the ground.

  Wang Lin's forehead was sweating, his mouth curled up, and he quickly left.

  Not long after he left, Teng Lie caught up with him here. He had been using his magic to keep up with Wang Lin and hadn't even noticed the several gnarled vines on the ground.

  Although his divine sense was restricted to within a hundred feet in the jungle, he could clearly feel that he was getting closer and closer to Wang Lin. A cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth as he moved forward in pursuit, but just as he crossed over several seemingly ordinary vines, a sudden change occurred.