As soon as Qing Xuan finished his sentence, a lady who was standing on a flying sword in the Hall of War God heard the two words' Ma Liang 'and her expression changed. She clenched her teeth, stopped and turned around to fly over. This lady was dressed like a young married woman. She had a natural beauty. Her fingers looked like they were cutting the root of an onion, and her mouth looked like it was holding a vermillion pill. She floated over with slender steps.
This woman was Ma Liang's junior sister, Xu Si, whom he couldn't forget even when he was in the foreign battleground.
She first bowed to Qing Xuan and then looked at Wang Lin indifferently. She opened her red lips and said coldly, "Where did this villain come from? How dare he pretend to be someone from the War God Temple. Senior Brother Qing Xuan, please help me kill this person."
After she finished speaking, she patted her storage pouch and a two-inch long black feather needle appeared in her hand. She shook her wrist and the feather array immediately fell like a storm toward Wang Lin.
The feather needles grew bigger in the wind and turned into a black rain. As if the wind was helping them, they shot toward Wang Lin with an overwhelming force.
Qing Xuan was startled and didn't make a move. Instead, he took a few steps back and stared coldly at Wang Lin without saying a word.
Wang Lin's expression was calm, but a trace of mockery flashed in his heart. He waved his sleeve and an invisible hand appeared in the air. It grabbed the flying feather needles and easily caught them. He snorted and wiped away the divine sense on them before putting them back into his storage pouch with a calm expression.
The young woman's charming face immediately turned pale. A trace of blood flowed down from her red lips. Her delicate body trembled and the flying sword under her feet suddenly became dim. She was shocked and stared at Wang Lin with a look of disbelief.
In her impression, Ma Liang didn't have this kind of ability. Not only did he ignore her magic treasure, but he was also able to easily wipe away the divine sense on the magic treasure. This made her heart tremble.
At this moment, three sword lights quickly flew over from the direction of the War God Temple. When they landed, three young men appeared. The one in the middle was Yang Xiong.
He glanced at the young woman, turned to Qing Xuan and cupped his fists.
"Thank you, Daoist Qingxuan. Junior Brother Ma Liang is indeed a disciple of the War God Temple.
Qing Xuan looked at them meaningfully, smiled, and shook his head. His body moved and flew away on his sword. After flying for a short distance, he looked back and saw Yang Xiong standing next to Wang Lin with a respectful expression. Seeing this, he couldn't help but be stunned. After pondering for a while, he changed his direction and flew toward the He Tu.
Yang Xiong ignored the others and stood in front of Wang Lin, whispering, "Master knows Progenitor Feng Luan?
The person on the five-colored phoenix chariot is the Primogenitor. She ordered me to bring you to her. "
Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the army of cultivators moving forward. In the direction of the War God Temple, there was a five-colored phoenix chariot with a woman standing on it. She seemed to sense Wang Lin's gaze and turned to look at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's expression was calm. He knew that this Progenitor Feng Luan was the young woman who had asked him for Zhou Zihong's soul blood.
After pondering for a while, Wang Lin followed Yang Xiong forward. When he passed by Xu Si, Wang Lin looked at her coldly and left a trace of his divine sense in her body.
This trace would activate in a month, and at that time, this woman would definitely die.
Ever since Wang Lin experienced the upheaval in Zhao, he would kill anyone who was hostile to him, whether it was a man or a woman. He would kill them before they had the chance to grow.
Since this Xu Si attacked first, she couldn't blame him for being merciless.
Yang Xiong led the way in front of Wang Lin and whispered, "Lin Tao was caught by Progenitor Feng Luan while making a copy of the map. The map is now in the Progenitor's hands. Lin Tao was also punished. If it wasn't for this migration, I'm afraid he would have been locked up in the forbidden land for ten years."
Wang Lin's expression was calm, but his vigilance was even stronger. He quickly followed Yang Xiong to the five-colored phoenix chariot.
When they got close, Yang Xiong slowed down a bit. Wang Lin's expression was calm as he flew past Yang Xiong and landed in front of the woman. He clasped his hands and respectfully said, "Wang Lin greets senior."
The woman withdrew her gaze from the battlefield and looked at Wang Lin a few times. Then she softly said, "Wang Lin, is that your real name?"
Wang Lin nodded and didn't say anything. There were too many people named Wang Lin. There was no need to hide this kind of thing. If the woman found out, it would be bad.
The woman looked at the army of cultivators around her. After pondering a bit, she said, "Right now, the country of Hou Fen is in danger. Once we get to the country of Xuan Wu, there will be a big battle. You don't have to worry about it.
If anyone comes looking for trouble with you, I'll guarantee your safety, but I can only help you once. After that, I'll forget about you saving Violet Rainbow. "
Just as Feng Luan finished speaking, the world suddenly darkened. On the battlefield in the distance, ten huge volcanoes were broken from the ground by the Nascent Soul cultivators using their magic power. They rose into the air and fiercely threw the volcanoes. Wherever they passed, the fire beasts all retreated. Some of the fire beasts didn't manage to dodge in time and were immediately smashed into pieces by the huge volcanoes.
Borrowing the momentum of the mountains, the army of cultivators charged out like a hot knife through butter. There were about 20,000 fire beasts chasing Wang Lin, but the army of cultivators created an opening.
Rays of sword energy immediately shot out. Once there was an opening, the fire beasts would definitely be defeated. The goal of the army of cultivators wasn't to destroy the fire beasts, but to break out of the encirclement.
Feng Luan stared at the battlefield in the distance. The windchariot under her suddenly sped up and charged into the army of cultivators.
The 16 Fire Beasts were being held back by the Nascent Soul cultivators. They roared again and again before finally stopping. Their cold eyes stared at the retreating army of cultivators. Then, they clasped their hands together in a strange posture. Waves of roars came from their mouths.
Soon after, thin red threads spread out from the top of their heads and gathered above them, finally forming a ring of fire. As soon as this ring of fire appeared, the 16 giant beasts immediately revealed pious expressions and let out low whimpers.
Their bodies shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bursts of dark red light emerged from their bodies and merged into the ring of fire.
This process lasted for nearly two hours. During this period of time, some cultivators noticed that something was amiss and turned around to stop it. However, they'd only come within three hundred meters of it when they were immediately struck by a glistening and exterminating energy, and they were instantly turned into ashes.
Seeing this, no more cultivators tried to stop them.
Two hours later, the bodies of the sixteen giant beasts slowly dissipated and merged into the ring of fire. The ring of fire did not change in size, but its color became blood-red. In the end, it silently shattered and turned into red spots that dissipated between heaven and earth.
At this moment, all of the fire beasts in the country of Hou Fen stopped moving. They all knelt down on the ground and let out whimpers. Shortly after, one of the fire beasts suddenly fell to the ground and began to twitch. If you looked closely, you would see a red mark on its forehead. Its body quickly expanded and in less than an incense stick of time, it grew to a height of 100 feet.
Shortly after, more and more fire beasts appeared on their foreheads and their bodies rapidly grew. In less than two hours, all of the fire beasts in the country of Hou Fen seemed to have gone through a transformation. They all grew to 100 feet tall and their strength increased by more than 10 times.
These transformed fire beasts all flew into the air and chased after the army of cultivators. Gradually, more and more transformed fire beasts joined the army of cultivators. It was a majestic scene.
As for the army of the Earth Cultivators, after the 10 Nascent Soul cultivators returned, four of them returned to the War God Shrine. One of them, an old man, looked at Wang Lin and gloomily shouted, "Was it you, a junior, who lured the fire beast here?"
Wang Lin coldly stared at the old man and nodded.
The old man let out a few cold snorts and reached out his hand toward Wang Lin.
Feng Luan, who was standing next to Wang Lin, had a gloomy expression. She slapped the five-colored phoenix chariot and a five-colored bird flew out. It let out a cry and flapped its wings, causing a five-colored ripple to appear.
The old man withdrew his hand and took a few steps back. He looked at the woman and angrily said,
"Feng Luan, what are you doing?
Not only did this brat possess a disciple of the War God Shrine, but he also lured the fire beasts here. Do you know that in that battle just now, more than a thousand of our disciples died? "
Feng Luan revealed a decisive expression and said, "With me here, you can't kill him."
Zhou Jin gloomily stared at Feng Luan. After pondering for a bit, he said, "This person isn't Ma Liang, so he isn't a disciple of the War God Shrine. I can spare him, but if he isn't from the War God Shrine, he can't stay here."
Feng Luan turned to look at Wang Lin and said, "Wang Lin, are you willing to be my honorary disciple?"
Wang Lin quickly thanked her and nodded.
Zhou Jin's eyes narrowed and revealed a cold gaze. Feng Luan's cultivation level was the same as his, early stage Nascent Soul, but her dao partner, Yang Sen, was mid stage Nascent Soul.
It wasn't worth it to offend two Nascent Soul cultivators for such an insignificant matter. Zhou Jin snorted and said, "Since junior martial sister Feng Luan is willing to accept him as a disciple, I won't pursue this matter any further. Let's put this person's identity aside for now. With his mid stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, he won't be able to guarantee his safety on the battlefield."
With that, he waved his sleeve and left.
As for the remaining three Nascent Soul cultivators, only one of them flew towards Feng Luan. The other two shook their heads and left.
The one that flew towards Feng Luan was a middle aged scholar. He was the mid stage Nascent Soul cultivator that Zhou Jin was wary of, Yang Sen.
He glanced at Wang Lin and frowned. He then sighed at Feng Luan and said, "Sister Luan … why are you doing this?"
Feng Luan coldly looked at the middle aged scholar and said, "If it wasn't for him, Hong 'er would have died in the foreign battleground. If it wasn't for you, how could Hong' er have entered such a dangerous place?"
The middle aged scholar was silent for a long time. He turned around and bowed deeply to Wang Lin. He then took out a jade talisman from his bag of holding and threw it to Wang Lin.
He said, "This talisman is a Nascent Soul level magic treasure that I refined a long time ago. I've already withdrawn my divine sense. After you refine it, you can keep your life in this battle."
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