Chapter 110: Refining Hell Road · Dan Yin Pearl

  Like Wang Yuan, a "poor" person who doesn't even have a single spiritual artifact, even if he falls on this "Refining Hell Road", not many people will bother with him, at most they'll just step over him like a doormat.

  However, Yuwen Lin was different. The remaining "traces" on his handsome face revealed the deep hatred between him and Wang Yuan.

  Yuwen Shixiong, you teach this fatty a lesson for me. Li Hong said in a slightly low voice from not far away.

  Zhang Heng only then remembered that when they were at the entrance of Dutiange Fortress, Wang Yuan had used his words to mock Li Hong. At that time, Li Hong did not pay attention to him. However, during the subsequent Fangyun gathering, Li Hong and Wang Yuan clashed, and the only spiritual artifact in Wang Yuan's possession was also taken away by Li Hong.

  Wang Yuan's big mouth had gotten him into a lot of trouble.

  "Please be at ease, Young Master Li." Yuwen Lin said with a hint of respect after glancing at Li Hong not far away.

  In the past when he was in Feng Xing Men, Yuwen Lin's status was naturally higher than Li Hong, but now Li Hong's cultivation has reached the foundation period, and his strength is among the top of the cultivators present.

  Yuwen Lin would also try to get on good terms with Li Hong if necessary.

  Yuwen Lin stopped in his tracks about ten meters away from the Wang Garden, his voice cold and detached as he said, "I don't believe you can set up a restriction ahead of time on this treacherous road."

  Wang Yuan's body was firmly fixed to the ground by a thick layer of red adhesive, and if he wanted to leave, he would have to consume a lot of magic.

  A dazzling green light burst forth from Wang Yuan's body, his torso suddenly arched upwards, the upper half of his body barely escaping the crimson purgatory road, but the lower half was somewhat strained.

  After all, he is a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, and with his fat body, being able to achieve this step is already quite good.

  But Yuwen Lin didn't get his wish, and with unmatched proficiency, he fired a fireball at Wangyuan.

  Wang Yuan saw this and his body fell back onto the ground, still panting heavily.

  "Considering we're both from Fangyun Mountain, I'll give you a quick death."

  Yuwen Lin didn't want to fall behind either, so he decided to quickly take care of this fatty and then hurry on his way.

  With a light tap of his fingers, a top-grade spiritual artifact in the shape of a flying sword was summoned by him.

  This spiritual artifact was obtained as a reward at the Fangyun Gathering, and it's not Yuwen Lin's strongest spiritual artifact. However, it's more than enough to deal with Wang Yuan, a cultivator who doesn't have any spiritual artifacts.

  Wang Yuan wouldn't just wait for death like this, using all his strength, his hands shone with a faint blue light, and with great difficulty, he managed to lift them up, feeling the storage bag above, and pulled out over a dozen pellet-like objects.

  "Go die!" Wang Yuan threw out a dozen or so marbles.

  "Boom...!" The marble hadn't even hit the ground when it exploded, a large sheet of lightning fire flashing in this space.

  Each of these marbles is equivalent to a second-order spell, and so many marbles gathered together are still terrifying, their power even subtly surpassing that of ordinary third-order spells.

  Yuwen Lin originally still had a flying sword in his hand, but in his haste, he took out a defensive spiritual artifact instead.

  But before the defensive spiritual artifact's light screen could shine, the explosive flames had already engulfed him, and the defensive light screen disappeared in an instant.

  After Lei Huo's departure, Yuwen Lin's bloodied and battered body lay on the road to Purgatory.

  The monks around were also frightened by this movement. The king's garden casually threw out more than a dozen marbles, which would have such power.

  "Dan Yin Zhu?" Not far away, Nan Ming's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he reported this somewhat unfamiliar term to the cultivators present.

  "Heh heh, every time I think about you actually knowing the existence of Dan Yin Zhu." Wang Yuan's chubby body flickered with a green light as he crawled up from the ground.

  Nan Ming looked at Wang Yuan with a hint of sympathy in his tone: "No wonder your cultivation is so low, and you're so fat!"

  "Damn it! If I had a talent like yours, I wouldn't be practicing this stuff, and I definitely wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place..."

  Wang Yuan bellowed a few sentences, panting heavily, as if venting the discontent in his heart.

  Nan Ming walked silently, without a word, and didn't lose his temper. He took difficult steps and moved forward.

  "Nanming Shidi, what is Dan Yin Zhu?" a fellow cultivator beside him asked curiously.

  "This is an almost lost art, with the elixir field as the foundation, combining the technique of alchemy, using the refined essence cultivated from within the body as the root, combined with external materials, to refine a kind of bead that can be controlled and exploded at any time. Those who cultivate this skill may still experience a surge in power at first, but after the initial stage is completed, further progress will be impossible."

  What's Dan Yin Zhu? Zhang Heng also heard Nan Ming's explanation and had a deeper understanding of the Wang Garden.

  Zhang Heng was also an ordinary person with a mediocre spiritual root. If it weren't for the help of the mysterious jade cylinder, he would probably be no match for this fatty at this moment.

  "Li Shidi... save me..." Yuwen Lin surprisingly still hadn't died, his voice weakly calling out.

  Li Hong said in a cold tone: "Even if I save you, you won't be able to pass the Temple Trial."

  He dropped a sentence and Li Hong walked forward without looking back.

  "How dare you! You'll come to no good end if you oppose me!" Wang Yuan's stout body waddled towards Yuwen Lin.

  Yuwen Lin's eyes revealed a hint of fear, and suddenly his gaze fell on Zhang Heng's body, as if he had thought of something, and shouted with difficulty:

  "Brother Tang... save me... I have a secret to tell you..."

  How did Yuwen Lin know his own identity? Zhang Heng was puzzled, glanced at him, and didn't plan to lend a hand. Yuwen Lin was already injured like this, destined to be beyond salvation.

  Zhang Heng pretended he hadn't heard and walked forward.

  "Regarding Ou Yang's ancestor...... Cough...Cough..." A mouthful of blood was spat out from Yu Wen Lin's mouth.

  Zhang Heng's footsteps stopped, and just as he was hesitating, a familiar voice came over:

  "Are you talking about Tang Feng?"

  Zhao Rui's face showed a joyful expression as he walked towards Yuwen Lin's direction.

  "Mind your own business, kid!" Wang Yuan glared at Zhao Rui with an unpleasant expression.

  "Wang Shixiong, I have no ill intentions, I just want to ask him a few questions." Zhao Rui's face was filled with smiles as he walked up to Yuwen Lin and asked:

  "What's wrong with Brother Tang?"

  Yuwen is now unconscious, muttering: "Old ancestor... wanted me to monitor him... go to the cave together to seize the treasure..."

  At this point, Yuwen Lin finally closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

  The remaining monks of Feng Xing Men couldn't help but steal a few glances at his corpse.

  Who would have known that the once top-notch disciple of Feng Xing Men would end up dying in such a miserable way here.

  Zhang Heng was silent in his heart, and he could also guess some of the beginning and end of things.

  Before the external forces had a chance to intervene, Old Man Ou Yang would definitely not have placed all his hopes for obtaining the treasure of the cave on Zhang Heng alone.

  As a great perfection of the Refining Qi period, Yuwen Lin was just a chess piece in Ouyang's hand.

  At this moment, two small black dots flew out of Yuwen Lin's skull, still shining with a faint white light.

  "Soul-Devouring Gu?" Zhang Heng immediately recognized this thing.

  These two Soul-Devouring Wasps flew out of Yuwen Lin's skull and pounced on Zhao Rui, who was very close by.

  Zhao Ruinian could feel the threat of the Soul-Devouring Gu, and with a flash of firelight in his hand, a red flame enveloped the Soul-Devouring Gu.

  However, this Soul Devouring Gu seemed to be unafraid of these flames, and its speed only slowed down for a moment before continuing towards Zhao Rui Fei.

  Zhao Rui let out a startled yelp and hastily spat out a mouthful of dark red gas.

  "Poof" Two soul-eating wasps encountered this gas and instantly dissolved, disappearing into the air.

  "What a close call!" Zhao Rui's face turned slightly pale as he stared at the corpse not far away with lingering fear.

  "Tang Dao, how powerful is this Soul-Devouring Gu? It seems like you also have one inside your body."

  Just as Zhang Heng was deep in thought, He Yixiu suddenly transmitted a message to him through their divine sense.

  Zhang Heng's face was gloomy and he didn't bother to respond to her.

  He Yixiu thought he was afraid in his heart, so she smiled lightly and didn't say much.

  She didn't know that Zhang Heng had long shaken off the shadow of the Soul-Devouring Wasp, and even the other two tracking marks on his body had been removed by Luo He.

  Yuwen Lin's death did not have much of an impact on the monks present, and they continued to move forward with slow steps.

  Looking at the seemingly endless crimson sticky road, Zhang Heng thought: The Refining Hell Road shouldn't be this easy, right?