Chapter 85: Seizing the Foundation (5)

  Teng Lie suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs were dull and filled with bloodshot, his lips trembled, and his teeth clenched tightly.

  Wang Lin's right hand drew a complex symbol in the air, biting his fingertip to produce a drop of blood. The symbol flashed red as soon as it met the blood and was imprinted on Teng Lie's forehead.

  In an instant, Teng Lie let out a low hum, his body becoming even more violently **, all the muscles on his body squirming and crawling wildly towards his chest from all directions.

  Before long, Teng Lie's body began to wither away visibly, all his muscles and meridians gathering at his chest to form a huge ball of flesh.

  Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his right hand flipped out another spell. The flesh ball exploded with a loud noise, separating from Teng Lie's body and floating in mid-air. At this moment, Teng Lie's entire body was nothing but skin and bones, resembling a skull.

  Wang Lin took a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of spiritual energy, which merged into the flesh ball. The flesh ball rapidly contracted, and after a long while, it became roughly the same size as the blood ball before.

  At this time, Wang Lin's face showed a look of exhaustion. He took out a spiritual energy gourd and drank a big mouthful, closed his eyes to breathe in and out, and after a short while, he opened his eyes and pointed at the body of Teng Qingshan.

  Suddenly, a loud cracking sound erupted, and Tong Li's entire skeleton shattered inch by inch, turning into bone powder that seeped out of his skin, condensed together, and reformed into a ball of bones.

  Blood, flesh and bone, three small fist balls, finished word arrangement, emitting a strange glow.

  "This Foundation Building Great Method requires the separation of the furnace and tripod's blood, flesh, bones, soul, and roots. Moreover, during the process of separating the blood, flesh, and bones, one cannot let the furnace and tripod die, it's really too cruel." Wang Lin sighed and muttered to himself.

  "What's this, in the demonic path of my country, there's even the Great Art of Robbing Dan, that thing is truly ruthless. Not only does the furnace suffer, but the practitioner also has to endure unimaginable pain, and shorten their lifespan as a price, just to have less than a one percent chance of success." said Situ Nan calmly.

  Wang Lin fell silent for a moment, then focused his mind and pointed at Teng Lie with his right hand. He muttered to himself, and as he did so, his speech grew faster and faster. His hands changed positions in a blur of motion, and wisps of white energy began to emanate from Teng Lie's body, which looked like a lump of mud. The energy grew thicker and more intense by the second.

  It wasn't long before the white gas had condensed to its limit, merging together to form a blurry human figure. Upon closer inspection, one could vaguely make out the facial features of the small person, which were identical to those of Teng Lie.

  The little man's eyes showed a dazed expression, his whole body trembling as if he would dissipate with just one blow of the wind. Gradually, the dazed look faded away, and he stared at Wang Lin, revealing a venomous glare in his eyes, opening his mouth to let out several silent roars.

  Wang Lin didn't even blink, his right hand flipped over, and a red light shot out. The little man seemed to be extremely afraid of the red light, turned around and escaped, but within three feet of Teng Lie's body, it was as if there was an invisible cage, no matter how hard the little man tried to escape, he couldn't get out of the three-foot range.

  With his last glance unable to escape, a look of ferocity flashed across the little man's face as he charged towards the red light.

  Wang Lin's face was expressionless, his right hand waved, and a red light like a rope wrapped around the little man's body several times, binding him up. Then the red light contracted and slowly pulled outward.

  Wang Lin knew that the steps of extracting the soul could not be careless, and he had to keep the soul intact when pulling it out from the three-foot-long body. Only then could he proceed with the next step of extracting the spiritual root. Otherwise, although it would not affect the foundation, if he wanted to use the other party's spiritual root to change his own physique, he would not be able to do so.

  That little man's face showed a painful expression, being pulled outward bit by bit by the red light, and in the blink of an eye, half of it had already exceeded three feet.

  At this moment, the little man's body suddenly flashed yellow, and the red rope silently shattered. The little man immediately shrank back to his three-foot-tall stature, his yellow fur flashing wildly as he rapidly transformed from blurry to solid.

  Wang Lin's face was gloomy, staring at the little man, his right hand pinched a spell, just about to cast again. At this time, the little man's face showed a look of horror and spoke in human language.

  "If you kill me, my great-grandfather won't let you off! He's a master of the Yuan Ying period, if you kill me, you'll be dead for sure!"

  Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and without saying another word, he spat out a large mouthful of spiritual energy. His hands quickly changed the spell, continuously striking the spiritual energy, gradually condensing it into a thin line.

  The little man's face turned pale with fear, and he hastily said: "My great-grandfather already knows that I'm in danger, he'll be here soon, you..."

  Before he finished speaking, Wang Lin's left hand flicked out, and a thin thread whizzed in, piercing into the body of Teng Lie three feet away, entwining him, then violently yanking outward.

  The little man let out a loud cry and struggled, saying: "Great Grandfather, save me!" The yellow millet on his body suddenly flashed violently, with the intention of competing against Wang Lin.

  Wang Lin didn't say a word, slapped the storage bag, and threw out a spiritual gourd. The ** inside the gourd flowed out instantly, merging into the thin thread in an instant. The thread suddenly thickened to the size of a finger, and with another pull...

  This time, no matter how the yellow millet on Xiao Ren's body sparkled, it was useless. Wang Lin grabbed him out with one hand. The moment he left the three-foot-long body trap, the yellow millet on Xiao Ren's body immediately dissipated and turned into a ball of yellow mist. The mist rolled strangely, revealing a vague figure. The figure was wrapped in the mist, and his features could not be seen clearly. Only his urgent voice could be heard: "Fellow Taoist, lend me your hand, there's something to say."

  Wang Lin was shocked, and Sutu Nan immediately said: "Don't worry, this is a Yuan Ying period expert's externalized virtual body, which is different from the externalized physical body. This virtual body has no attack power, he can't see you, nor does he know your location, it just allows you to hear him speak. Moreover, this virtual body has distance restrictions, apparently this person is not close to this place, so this virtual body is so vague. As for why he appeared, it must be because of his fondness for the Lingzhi mushroom, so he left a thread of divine consciousness in its soul."

  Wang Lin didn't say a word, and with one finger, the small man who was tied up by the spiritual rope immediately stopped struggling, gradually shrinking until he turned into a purple-glowing sphere.

  The old master of the Teng family's external incarnation seemed to sense that Teng Lie's soul had been refined by someone, and he let out a loud shout, his tone full of resentment. In a gloomy voice, he said: "You killed someone from my Teng family, you will definitely be cursed, you're dead for sure, I, Teng Huayuan, will find you one day..." After finishing speaking, the yellow mist slowly dispersed.

  In a mountain peak tens of thousands of miles away, an old man in black robes stood on it, with a gloomy expression on his face. His eyes flashed and he clenched his fists, muttering to himself: "Li'er, Grandpa swears that from the heavens above to the Yellow Springs below, I will definitely avenge you!" After finishing speaking, he slapped his chest with his right hand, spitting out a cluster of black blood. With a quick stroke of his right hand, the blood fluctuated rapidly, forming circle after circle of dark red ripples that spread out in all directions, transforming into countless eerie symbols that wandered between heaven and earth.

  Immediately afterwards, a small figure emitting purple light all over his body burst out of the old man's Tianling, hovered in the sky for a moment, and then sat cross-legged in mid-air.

  "Curse, rise!" the little man shouted sternly. His hands formed a seal, his divine consciousness transformed into countless numbers, merging into each and every symbol.

  "Curse, accept!" The old man's primordial infant suddenly withered and shrunk significantly, clearly having spent a large amount of primordial infant energy. The symbols that had merged into his divine sense flashed with an eerie light, flying one after another towards the sky, forming a complex array that filled half the sky. In this moment, the winds changed color and thunder rumbled in succession.

  "Curse, turn!" The Great True One in the sky moved, slowly rotating, and streaks of blood-colored lightning appeared within the formation. These lightnings connected together, forming a strange rhombus shape.

  "Curse, merge!" The little man's final roar shook the heavens and earth. At the same time, he spat out a large mouthful of yuan infant energy again. The big array in the sky spun faster and faster, with more and more red lightning flashing, forming a rhombus pattern that grew brighter and brighter. Then, the range of the big array gradually shrank, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it finally converged together with the red lightning on the rhombus pattern.

  The pattern slowly fell from mid-air and was printed on the little man's forehead.

  The little man's mouth corners revealed a gloomy smile, and he said coldly: "Kill the Teng family people, you will definitely suffer my Teng Hua Yuan's curse!"

  Inside the tree hole, four spheres floated in front of Wang Lin. Without saying a word, he charged at Teng Lie's body with several spells, and one by one, crystal clear light points floated out from Teng Lie's body.

  These lights are densely packed, and after leaving the body, one-third of them immediately disperse into the universe.

  Wang Lin took a deep breath, knowing that these light spots were the so-called spiritual roots. He hastily sprayed out a mouthful of spiritual mist, wrapping it around the light spots and quickly absorbing them. Those light spots immediately produced a strong rejection, and during the process of being absorbed by the spiritual mist, another third of the light spots dissipated, leaving only one-third successfully merged with the spiritual mist.

  At this moment, Wang Lin's forehead suddenly lit up, and a purple diamond-shaped pattern appeared.

  Wang Lin immediately sensed it, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and his expression was stunned.

  Situ Nan immediately exclaimed: "This person has a big handwriting, Wang Lin, you were cursed by a Yuan Ying period master who didn't hesitate to waste his life. As long as you enter his certain range, he can instantly appear beside you. This person actually knows such a high-level array curse."

  Wang Lin suddenly stood up, his face gloomy, and said: "Is there a way to break it?"

  Situ Nan sank into thought for a moment, then smiled complacently and said: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. According to my analysis, this curse doesn't have any attacking power, it's just used for positioning and timing. Although the person who cast this curse is very skilled, I've studied this type of curse that uses arrays to trigger spiritual energy fluctuations between heaven and earth. Even though my physical body is gone and I can no longer use magic, I can still help you disrupt the effect of this curse."

  "As long as you're not too close to him, with my help covering for you, he won't be able to find you no matter what. Don't worry. Hehe, Wang Lin, this is actually a great opportunity. I once accidentally obtained an ancient secret technique that uses curses as a bridge for counterattacks. The requirement is that the caster must have achieved the Foundation Establishment stage, plus some spiritual objects to assist. If successful, one can obtain half of the opponent's cultivation. Hmph, you little brat are really lucky."