That person was startled and shook his head with a bitter smile. Clearly, he thought that Wang Lin was not willing to tell the truth. He slapped his storage pouch and threw out a token. He turned around and said loudly, "Piao Miao Sect gives up the right to enter the outer region. Once the valley opens, we will leave this place." With that, he led a group of cultivators and quickly flew towards the southwest, slowly disappearing without a trace.
With someone taking the lead, the other sects that had lost their tokens also went up and explained clearly. Then, they opened all their disciples' storage pouches to show that they did not have any more tokens. After that, the three sects left.
He Huan Sect was the last sect to have a token. The leading female disciple hesitated for a while and did not hand it over. Instead, she looked towards the other sect that remained, Wu Feng Valley.
The leader of Wu Feng Valley was an old man that was nearing his seventies. This old man's eyes shone brightly and his cultivation level had already reached the Pseudo Core Realm. He only needed to cultivate in seclusion for a few years and he might be able to form his core.
He stared at Wang Lin and sneered, "Little kid, the Old Man wants to thank you for helping me gather all my tokens. Leave the token and you can scram."
The leading disciple of He Huan Sect immediately relaxed his brows. After whispering a few words to the people beside him, more than ten people in the sect, both male and female, slowly retreated.
Wang Lin glanced at them and finally, his gaze landed on the arrogant old man. Without a word, he slapped his storage pouch and a green grain of rice floated in the air.
The old man had a look of disdain on his face. He thought that Wang Lin had cleanly killed a few people just now and that he could do the same. In his eyes, this Wang Lin must have hidden his strength. However, at most, he was only at the peak of the late stage of Foundation Establishment. He thought that his cultivation level was similar to his opponent's and that he had one of the treasures of Wu Feng Valley, the Heaven Lightning Wind Fire Umbrella, so he would definitely be able to win.
At this moment, seeing that his opponent had taken out an inconspicuous dot of light, the old man laughed in disdain and shouted to the people behind him, "All of you, retreat. Watch how the Old Man destroys this arrogant brat."
With that, he flipped his right hand, and a three-inch umbrella appeared in his hand. There were many golden flame patterns drawn on the umbrella, and it looked quite beautiful.
When the other disciples of Wu Feng Valley heard the old man's words, especially when they saw the umbrella, their expressions immediately changed. They could not help but take a few steps back. Some of them only heaved a sigh of relief after retreating over a hundred feet away.
Wang Lin's body moved as he grabbed the dumbfounded Li Shan and quickly retreated. As he retreated, his right hand used the Gravity Technique to control the green grain of rice and sent it flying towards the old man.
A look of disdain appeared on the old man's face as he patted the umbrella, causing it to open with a swishing sound. A beam of golden light shot out from within.
Suddenly, a strange wind appeared and blew around the umbrella. Then, the golden flames on the umbrella seemed to come alive and separated from the umbrella. Suddenly, the surroundings became hot and dry.
At this moment, the green grain of rice came into contact with the strange wind around the umbrella. Then, another wave of golden flames pounced on it and instantly enveloped the green grain of rice.
Wang Lin's expression remained the same. He did not stop moving as he muttered in his heart, "Explode!"
Amidst the strange wind and the golden flames, a green light lit up. In an instant, it dazzled everyone's eyes. When it was extremely bright, it turned into a circle of deep blue ring-shaped ripples with a bang. Like a surging tide, it frantically retreated in all directions.
This scene was like a stampede of ten thousand horses. In the blink of an eye, the ring-shaped shockwave had already pushed out over a thousand feet.
Wind was originally formless. However, at this moment, under the power of the Extreme State, it suddenly turned into pieces of blue crystals and fell from the sky. Then, it was followed by the golden flames. These golden flames did not even have the time to extinguish before they were frozen. Upon closer inspection, the golden flames within the blue crystals seemed to still be burning.
As for Wu Feng Valley's magic treasure, the Heavenly Lightning Wind Fire Umbrella, it immediately remained half-open and was covered by a layer of blue ice crystals.
The Fake Dan Stage old man of Wu Feng Valley did not even have time to react. His face still maintained a proud and disdainful expression as he was frozen into a statue by the blue ice crystals.
Behind him, the 17 disciples of Wu Feng Valley, including the one who ran the furthest, could not escape this calamity and were all turned into crystal statues.
Within a thousand feet radius, there was no one left alive. Any living thing that had any aura was destroyed.
This place had become a forbidden zone for life.
Li Shan's mind went blank as he stared blankly at the scene before him. His heart had already reached its limit. His mouth was agape for a long time, but he could not say a word. However, his gaze towards Wang Lin became respectful.
The He Huan Sect had retreated in time and escaped this calamity. However, at this moment, they were five thousand feet away. They were dumbfounded and did not dare to move an inch. This was because Wang Lin's cold gaze was fixed on them.
The scene of the Wu Feng Valley disciples turning into ice crystals in front of them was a shocking sight to behold. Looking at the ten odd ice statues in different postures not far away, the leading female disciple of the He Huan Sect took out the qualification token with a pale face. After carefully placing it on the ground, Wang Lin suddenly said in a deep voice, "How many of these tokens are there in total?"
The female disciple's body trembled. She suppressed her fear and said with a trembling voice, "There are a total of seven."
Wang Lin's expression was calm as he calculated in his heart. Right now, including the token from the He Huan Sect, he had a total of four tokens. He still needed three more to complete his collection.
Before he came to Jue Ming Valley, Ye Zizai had said that the qualification contest in Jue Ming Valley was to snatch the opponent's token. Based on this analysis and the simple introduction on how to enter the extraterritorial battlefield when Situ Nan had woken up …
Wang Lin vaguely had an answer in his heart. He looked at the female disciple and suddenly said,
"How many people are qualified to enter the extraterritorial battlefield?"
The female disciple was startled and hesitated for a moment. However, when she saw the cold light in Wang Lin's eyes, her body immediately shivered and she quickly said, "Three. There are only three spots."
After she finished speaking, she was worried that her explanation was not detailed enough and would arouse the other party's killing intent, so she hurriedly added, "There are a total of seven tokens. However, when the passage to the extraterritorial battlefield opens, if more than three tokens are not destroyed, then the State of Zhao's right to enter the extraterritorial battlefield will be revoked."
Wang Lin looked at her and the female disciple was immediately frightened. She hurriedly said, "Fellow cultivator, I … I know the location of one of the remaining three tokens. If you let me go, I will tell you the truth."