Teng Huayuan wasn't in a rush to act. His heart was filled with doubt. He didn't believe that Wang Lin could reach the Nascent Soul stage, but the scene before him forced him to believe it. Wang Lin's aura and divine sense were the same as a Nascent Soul cultivator's. Adding on the fact that Wang Lin could teleport, which was something only Nascent Soul cultivators could do, all of these signs pointed to the fact that Wang Lin was indeed a Nascent Soul cultivator.
If Wang Lin was at the early stage of Nascent Soul, then Teng Huayuan wouldn't hesitate. However, Wang Lin's cultivation level was at the mid stage of Nascent Soul, so Teng Huayuan had to be careful.
At this moment, everyone outside of the Jue Ming Valley was focused on the young man in the sky. No one noticed that the formation in the valley suddenly flashed and a young man walked out. He hid in a dark corner and stared at Teng Huayuan, especially at the black flag in Teng Huayuan's hand.
Teng Huayuan was completely focused on the person. Although he felt the power of the curse fluctuate a bit, he didn't care. He waved the flag and a soul was extracted. Teng Huayuan sneered and squeezed, causing the soul to dissipate.
Then, the black flag in his hand flashed and he put it back into his bag of holding.
Just at this moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened. The pressure of heaven and earth that had appeared three months ago descended once more. The entire sky was instantly covered by black clouds. It was a dense black mass that sank down.
Immediately after, a pair of huge hands reached out from the clouds and pushed to the sides. A huge head suddenly popped out. This giant was the one from three months ago.
After he appeared, the first thing he saw was the young man in the sky. His expression became strange. After muttering a few words, he ignored the young man and shouted at the cultivators of Zhao, "The three month period is over. The foreign battleground tunnel will open."
With that, his eyes shot out two thick rays of black light. These two rays of black light were like two dragons. They connected with each other and formed a giant circle in the sky.
The moment the circle appeared, the world seemed to lose all its light. It became a vast expanse of darkness. All the light was absorbed by the circle formed by the two flood dragons. At that moment, the only thing that was bright was the circle hanging in the air.
The giant waved his hand and threw out a stone. As soon as the stone appeared, it exploded and turned into ancient symbols that quickly imprinted themselves on the circle. Shortly after, all of the spiritual energy in the State of Zhao began to gather toward the circle.
For the first time, the Spiritual Qi became visible to the naked eye. Waves of dense Spiritual Qi surged over from all directions and were all absorbed by the circle.
As it absorbed the energy, the symbols on the circle began to grow brighter. Eventually, a thin membrane appeared. The membrane was almost transparent, and within it was a space of nothingness. Countless broken corpses, magical items, and discarded materials floated by on the other side of the membrane.
At this moment, Wang Lin was standing in a dark corner of the Jue Ming Valley. He wasn't looking at the change in the sky, but at Teng Huayuan's waist. There was a black bag of holding there.
The change in the sky was beyond his expectations and disrupted his previous plans. However, shortly after, Wang Lin's eyes lit up and his mind quickly calculated. Slowly, he let out a smile.
At this moment, the giant's right hand suddenly twisted. He reached out with his index finger and cut the tip of his finger. A drop of blood shot out. To the cultivators of the State of Zhao, this drop of blood looked like a meteor as it shot toward the thin membrane.
It was like hot water falling on snow. The membrane melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A cold light flashed across Wang Lin's eyes. He clenched his right hand and spiritual energy entered the treasure he got from Dumby. He thought, "Attack!"
During the two months that Wang Lin was in closed door cultivation, he had carefully studied this treasure. He found that the appearance of the person it created could change according to his wishes. After absorbing his spiritual energy, a sliver of the curse was extracted.
The young man in the air immediately waved his hands, and a huge purple dragon suddenly drilled out of his body. At first glance, it looked as if he had transformed into a huge dragon. Then, the huge dragon let out a wild roar, and suddenly, waves of sound waves appeared in the surroundings.
Teng Huayuan's expression finally changed greatly. He was now completely convinced that this person was a mid stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Otherwise, there was no way for him to release such a powerful aura.
At this moment, the dragon turned around and charged toward Teng Huayuan like lightning. It revealed its fangs and charged at Teng Huayuan.
Teng Huayuan quickly retreated. At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood mist. The blood mist turned into giant mosquitoes that flew toward the dragon in an attempt to stop its charge.
After doing all of this, Teng Huayuan quickly slapped his bag of holding and a seven foot long flag appeared in his hand.
The moment the flag appeared, waves of cold wind blew out and thousands of faces appeared on the flag. Each and every one of them revealed painful expressions and screamed like crazy.
Teng Huayuan waved the flag with his right hand and the faces inside the flag flew out. The wandering souls with only their heads charged at the dragon without any hesitation. Their eyes were filled with a crazed desire to die.
Lin Yi rubbed his chin as he looked at the flag and shook his head. "This soul flag isn't mature enough. It only has 30,000 soul fragments. It hasn't even reached small success."
When Punnan Zi heard this, he nodded and said, "What Lord Messenger said is correct. Back in the foreign battleground, I saw a soul flag that contained tens of thousands of soul fragments. Its power … was truly terrifying."
Lin Yi chuckled and shook his head. "That is only a small success soul flag from a rank 4 cultivation country. The rank 5 cultivation country Pilu's Soul Refining Sect's sect treasure is a soul flag. Rumor has it that there are over one billion soul fragments inside it and it took thousands of years to make it."
Teng Huayuan waved the soul flag and 30,000 soul essences rushed toward the dragon. In the blink of an eye, the soul essences surrounded the dragon and drilled into its body. Just at this moment, a strange thing happened.
The soul fragments didn't encounter any resistance and easily entered the dragon's body. It was as if they were going through air. One side went in and the other side came out.
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