Chapter Eighty-Three: Seizing the Foundation (Three)

  Two days later, Wang Lin was irrigating by a small river, cautiously observing his surroundings. Suddenly, he changed color and cursed: "The evil spirit is not dispersed."

  He released his flying sword and put away his gourd, then leaped over the river and ran towards the depths of the forest.

  Before long, Teng Lie was extremely cautious and didn't dare to use any magic power. He chased after him, but at this moment, he was in a very sorry state. The golden light on his inner armor had lost its luster, and there were large pieces of it falling off. His right hand was clearly injured, hanging limply from his shoulder.

  Disheveled, his face was deathly pale, and his eyes blazed with fury. His hatred for Wang Lin had surpassed everything else. From a young age, as the proud son of heaven, he had never been so humiliated and embarrassed before.

  All of this is thanks to Wang Lin.

  Two days ago, that eerie rattan stick almost put him on the brink of death. He never thought that those inconspicuous rattan sticks would have such great power. His internal armor was stained with the ** sprayed by the rattan stick and actually started to melt.

  If that were all, he could have used his flying sword to attack, but the rattan seemed to be unkillable, cutting off one root would turn into two, and eventually more and more.

  Even the thunderballs attached to Fei Jian couldn't thoroughly clear out the rattan sticks.

  Moreover, Wang Lin's strange flying sword would occasionally appear and launch a sneak attack. His right arm was injured by that very flying sword of Wang Lin.

  Teng Longyi had no choice but to take out the life-saving treasure given by Old Master Teng, a powerful yuanbao. This yuanbao could only be used once, and since he got it, he had never encountered a crisis that required its use. However, two days ago, he knew that if he didn't use it, his life would probably be in danger.

  In the end, under the mighty power of Yuanbao, the wisteria was destroyed by more than half, and the rest all retreated underground. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fujie quickly rushed out.

  Now he recalls, he is still in a cold sweat, towards Wang Lin, he has hated him to the bone.

  Especially since Wang Lin never fought him head-on, every time it was an ambush, and that strange flying sword made people defenseless. Forced to desperation, he exhausted his spiritual power, releasing the flying sword to revolve around his body for defense.

  He cautiously looked around on the riverbank, hesitated for a moment, squatted down to scoop up some water and took a sip. After five or six days of continuous pursuit, his mouth was parched.

  The river water was sweet and refreshing, and Tong Li felt invigorated instantly. He picked up some more to drink, but just as he was about to take a sip, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. A green flying sword appeared silently in front of him, and with a swift motion, it stabbed towards him.

  Teng Lie's eyes didn't blink as he swiftly retreated, and at the same time, his flying sword hovering beside him quickly approached, entwining with the green short sword, producing a "clang clang" metal collision sound. In the end, the green short sword was clearly no match, with deeper scratches on its body, and in an instant, it vanished into thin air.

  "Damn it, let me catch you, I will make you taste all the cruel punishments in the world, and then extract your soul to refine it alive! Fuji Rie swears here!" Fuji Rie gazed at the hair that had been swept by the green sword's blade earlier, slowly falling, and shouted in a stern voice.

  Wang Lin ran through the forest, his face red, a mouthful of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His right hand flipped over, and a small green sword appeared. He looked at the deep scratches on the sword with a pained expression. A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and without saying a word, he quickly left.

  Five nights later, Wang Lin and Teng Lie, one running and the other chasing, had already entered deep into the forest. On this night, just as Wang Lin was running, he suddenly stopped.

  "Hey kid, did you sense it? There's a dense spiritual energy fluctuation in the northwest direction. Go take a look." Si Tu Nanfeng said quickly, and over the past few days, he had been using his own insight to help Wang Lin avoid one crisis after another in the forest, always keeping his spirit at its peak.

  Wang Lin didn't say another word and suddenly changed direction, dashing northwest. Before long, he arrived at the location of the spiritual power fluctuations.

  The scene before his eyes caused his pupils to contract suddenly.

  Under the moonlight, the giant tree in front was uprooted by someone, scattered around, clearing a piece of land. A corpse with a completely rotten body and no signs of life lay on the ground.

  Above his head, a green orb floated in mid-air, threads of spiritual energy gathering from all directions to form whirlpools around the green sphere.

  "Green Dan? I didn't expect that there would still be people in the country who cultivate the fourth-level cultivation method of the Green Dan Great Magic of the Demon Dao." Si Tu Nan was taken aback, saying in surprise.

  "What is Green Dan?" Wang Lin asked.

  "This green dan, also known as the explosive dan, is a unique way of forming dan in the fourth-level Cultivation Country's demonic path. Unlike the orthodox golden dan, which can only have one, there is no limit to the number of green dans. I recall that a fourth-level Cultivation Country once produced a freak who possessed tens of thousands of green dans. Although he was only in the dan-forming stage, even a fifth-level Cultivation Country's transformation-stage master would not dare to provoke him easily. You see, apart from increasing one's cultivation, the greatest effect of these green dans is self-explosion. If tens of thousands of them were to explode together... Hehe, that power is no trivial matter." explained Cai Nan.

  Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he suddenly asked, "How many green pellets does this person in front of us possess? Can you sense it?"

  "Him? One would be enough, and this person is clearly not alive, should be a corpse with initial wisdom, probably was a demon path practitioner in the fourth-level cultivation country before death, and at the moment of death, he cast a secret method to transform into a corpse."

  The corpse demon had apparently discovered Wang Lin, and he did not get up, but slightly raised his right hand index finger. A green light shot out from his fingertips, shooting straight at Wang Lin's brow.

  Wang Lin quickly retreated and dodged the green mang.

  That green mist didn't chase after him, but instead wandered around in a circle before suddenly gathering together and transforming into an illusory figure that stared at Wang Lin and emitted a muffled voice.

  "Get out... of this place... you... die..." After finishing speaking, his figure flashed and transformed into countless green dots, disappearing in all directions. Immediately afterwards, the originally intense spiritual power fluctuations instantly vanished without a trace, completely covered up.

  Wang Lin retreated cautiously, without blinking an eye, and quickly left. The cold light in his eyes flashed, but he didn't continue to flee from Teng Lie. Instead, he stood straight in the distance, his divine sense spread out, quietly waiting for Teng Lie to come after him.

  Teng Lie's flying sword hovered around his body, continuously cutting off all obstacles in front of him. Suddenly, he changed his expression and revealed a sly smile. He pointed with his left hand, and the flying sword shot forward rapidly.

  Wang Lin's figure was already in sight, and suddenly, Feng Lie's heart skipped a beat. He looked around suspiciously, but didn't find anything unusual. However, the other party's abnormal behavior made him become cautious, and he coldly laughed: "Why aren't you running away?"

  Wang Lin pointed with his right hand, and a green flying sword instantly appeared in front of him. Without saying a word, he quickly flicked it out. At the same time, he patted his storage bag, and a jade slip flew out. Wang Lin pinched his fingers together, opened his mouth, and spat out a stream of spiritual energy, spraying it onto the jade slip.

  At this moment, four golden characters were printed from the jade slip.

  Teng Lie sneered, biting his left index finger and spitting out a drop of blood that landed on his flying sword. The sword trembled instantly, emitting an eerie red glow, and suddenly grew larger, transforming into a giant sword. Several lightning balls appeared, but there were noticeably fewer than before.

  The giant sword was unsheathed, instantly emitting a strong chill. As Teng Lie's left hand swung, the giant sword slashed down immediately.

  Wang Lin's green sword suddenly appeared behind Teng Lie, just about to stab in, when Teng Lie slapped his storage bag, and instantly a small bell flew out, transforming into a semi-transparent state, covering Teng Lie.

  A small green sword was stabbed into the clock, and instantly a ripple appeared on the surface of the clock.

  At the same time, the giant sword swung down. Wang Lin pointed at the golden characters on the jade slip, and all four characters flew out to meet the giant sword. After doing this, his body quickly retreated and in the blink of an eye arrived at the location of the Corpse Qi.

  Those four golden characters collided on the giant sword, bursting open one after another. The spiritual power surged, and the giant sword rose continuously, but the characters were too few. After all four burst, the giant sword paused in mid-air for a moment before slashing down again at an extremely fast speed.

  The ground cracked with a loud noise, apparently unable to withstand the pressure of the giant sword. The surrounding ancient trees also fell one after another. Just as the giant sword was about to fall, Wang Lin's eyes flashed and a blue light appeared from his chest, quickly spreading throughout his body, and he instantly teleported away.

  Almost sticking to the edge of the giant sword's peak, Wang Lin appeared one hundred zhang away. A strand of fresh blood flowed down from his forehead.

  A loud crash, and the giant sword slashed down. Immediately after, a blood-curdling scream like that of a banshee suddenly rang out, and a figure emitting a strong stench of rotting flesh rapidly burst forth from where the giant sword had struck, charging straight at Tōji with a fierce battle cry.

  Teng Lie's face changed greatly, he had been suspicious before, but he didn't expect that there would be such a monster here. He quickly pointed with his left hand, and the thunderballs on the giant sword fell like raindrops, smashing onto the corpse demon's body.

  The thunderball was extremely powerful, and it was also the innate suppression of all dead things. As soon as it fell on the corpse, it exploded immediately, and the corpse let out a few miserable hums. The rotten flesh was blown everywhere, and some places even exposed the black bones.

  Teng Lie sneered coldly, his left hand pointed again, and instantly more than a dozen lightning balls appeared around the giant sword, falling down one after another. Apart from this, the giant sword moved slightly, also cutting down at the same time.

  Wang Lin secretly cursed, he hadn't expected this corpse demon to be so weak, and was about to make a run for it.

  The corpse demon seemed to sense something was wrong, and under the threat of life and death, he immediately let out a few sharp cries, spitting out a green pellet. As soon as this green pellet appeared, it instantly emitted a deafening roar and exploded.

  A ring-shaped wave burst out instantly with the corpse as the center point, rapidly expanding outward. The surrounding trees were instantly reduced to flying ash. Since Tian Lie was relatively close, he had no time to escape. He gritted his teeth, biting the tip of his tongue and spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the giant clock that was stuck on his body.

  In an instant, the giant bell flashed and transformed from a semi-transparent state to a solid one, with several ancient symbols faintly visible on its surface.

  In the instant of collision with the ring-shaped wave, the giant bell flashed violently, only lasting for a moment before shattering.

  Taking advantage of the time Giant Bell resisted, Teng Lie threw out several more magical treasures. In the instant that Giant Bell shattered, one after another defensive layers appeared outside his body.