Xin Hai looked at Shangguan Yun and said, "Senior apprentice brother went to greet the messenger from Heaven's Tower. I believe he will be back soon."
At this moment, the formation lit up again. Everyone stopped talking and looked over. Teng Huayuan clenched his fist and gloomily stared at the formation. He had made up his mind that the moment Wang Lin appeared, he would use the curse to teleport next to Wang Lin. Once he caught Wang Lin, he would make Wang Lin suffer all kinds of torture.
The formation shined brightly and Shi San walked out.
Teng Huayuan's expression became even more gloomy. He crushed another soul on the flag and sneered in his heart. "Wang Lin, if you are really so cold that you don't care about your loved ones and refuse to come out, then I, Teng Huayuan, have underestimated you. However, even if you escape this time, once I reach the mid stage of Nascent Soul, I'll be able to increase the power of the curse and find you."
The cultivators outside the Ancient Region began to talk again.
"This qualifying competition is too strange. Usually, the first to come out has the most people, and then fewer and fewer people come out. How come this time the second group has more people than the first group?"
"Strange, I have a premonition that this matter is very strange."
"Which sect is it this time? If any of you know them, quickly tell us."
"It's the He Huan Sect. I know Wang Ying, that slut. As long as she appears, even if she is more than 10 kilometers away, I can smell her scent …"
"That's right, it's the He Huan Sect!"
While everyone was talking, the two Nascent Soul cultivators of the He Huan Sect, Chen Huan and Chen Yan, became gloomy. They looked at each other and let out a sigh before their expressions returned to normal.
The disciples of the He Huan Sect all arrived before Chen Huan and Chen Yan with complicated expressions. The leading female disciple, Wang Ying, quickly threw out a sound transmission jade.
Chen Huan frowned. She placed it on her forehead and checked it with her divine sense. Her expression suddenly changed as she stared at Wang Ying and asked, "Is this true?"
Wang Ying respectfully said, "Ancestor, we saw it with our own eyes."
The disciples behind her clearly knew the contents of the jade slips and nodded immediately.
Chen Yan swept everyone with her gaze, and then she took the jade slip from Chen Huan's hand and looked at it with concentration. After a long time, she sneered and clenched her fist, causing the jade slip to instantly explode into pieces and transform into ash that dispersed into the surroundings.
All of a sudden, in the area where the righteous sects were located, a pair of eyes stared at them. Chen Huan and Chen Yan immediately turned their heads, only to see Xin Hai looking at them and nodding his head.
Chen Huan and Chen Yan had noticed Xin Hai's actions when the Floating Mist Sect's disciples came out, but they couldn't guess the reason. Now that the two of them looked at the jade slip, they were well aware of the reason.
Teng Huayuan frowned as he looked at Chen Huan, Chen Yan, and Xin Hai. He suddenly had a bad feeling, but he didn't know what the problem was. He pondered for a bit but couldn't think of anything. He let out a cold snort and crushed another soul from the flag.
At this point, not only Teng Huayuan, but the other righteous and demonic sects also felt that something was wrong. They were all confused as to what the disciples from the Floating Mist Sect and He Huan Sect had said to cause the three Nascent Soul cultivators to have such gloomy expressions.
Even the small sects, families, and rogue cultivators in Zhao felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. They all began to discuss and guess what was going on.
It was at this moment that the sky suddenly darkened, and a ring of light silently appeared. The ring of light rose up into the air, growing larger until it was thirty meters in diameter. The four of them stepped out from within the ring of light.
The person in front was fat like a ball and had a smile on his face. However, the moment he appeared, all of the Nascent Soul cultivators on the ground flew into the air and bowed to the side.
This person was the messenger left behind in Zhao, Lin Yi.
Lin Yi laughed and said, "Everyone, I'm here today to help the messenger open the passage to the foreign battleground. I won't interfere with your entry, so you can all rest assured."
The three people behind Lin Yi were Punnan Zi, the white-haired cultivator from the Floating Mist Sect, and the skinny old man from the Tian Dao Sect.
The three of them descended from the sky with Lin Yi and stood in an open space outside of the ancient battleground.
At this moment, the other Nascent Soul cultivators followed them and stood to the side.
Xin Hai found an opportunity to stand next to the white-haired cultivator and send him a voice transmission. The white-haired cultivator was the number one expert of the Floating Mist Sect, Daoist Xu Mei.
After he heard Xin Hai's voice transmission, he calmly nodded.
At this point, the spell formation lit up again, and five people walked out. As soon as they appeared, a cold, sinister aura spread out. Their eyes were bloodshot, and without a single word, they looked around for a moment, then went to a corner and sat down cross-legged, not saying a word.
Everyone immediately began to discuss, "Which sect are they from?"
After a long time, no one could guess which sect these five people belonged to, so they all looked at each other.
Daoist Xu Mei, who was standing next to Lin Yi, suddenly smiled and said, "Sir messenger, look at these disciples of Shiyin. They are all filled with killing intent. I heard that Shiyin has a secret technique that allows his disciples to fuse with corpse puppets. I believe these five people are the so called human puppets."
Lin Yi nodded and smiled. "These five people are indeed human puppets."
The skinny old man from the Tian Dao Sect frowned and said, "Cultivator Ye didn't come …"
Lin Yi shook his head and said, "Shiyin didn't follow the rules and left his token in the Jue Ming Valley, so he has been disqualified. Even if he doesn't come, it doesn't matter."
With that, he casually looked at the crowd to the northwest and thought, "Shiyin … with the opening of the foreign battleground, I'm afraid a few more people will be able to recover their cultivation."
Thinking about this, Lin Yi suddenly looked at the Nascent Soul cultivator from Wu Feng Valley and said, "Wu Feng Valley also didn't leave their token in the Jue Ming Valley, so they have been disqualified. However, because you guys gave the token to another sect, the sect that received the token will not be restricted and can have two tokens."
The Nascent Soul cultivator from Wu Feng Valley was a dark-faced old man. He didn't have any expression on his face as he silently looked at Teng Huayuan.
Teng Huayuan also remained silent. Even though he was the ancestor of Wu Feng Valley, he had to pay a high price to get the token.
At this moment, the formation lit up again and Teng Huayuan's heart skipped a beat. He felt the power of the curse closing in. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the formation. The moment Wang Lin appeared, he would immediately teleport away.