Heng Yue Mountain Range, Xuan Dao Sect.
In the back mountain, where Wang Lin used to go into closed door cultivation, there was only one natural cave at the top of the cave. Punnan Zi was sitting in the lotus position on top of a stone pillar. His eyes were closed as he cultivated.
His appearance hadn't changed at all compared to 400 years ago. His face was still wide and his ears were big, making him look very dignified.
At the top of the cave, there were a few stalactites. Occasionally, water would drip down and hit the puddles on the ground, creating a pleasant sound.
After a long time, Punnan Zi's face shined with a strange light. Slowly, he opened his eyes. At this moment, his eyes seemed to contain the moon, the moon, and the stars.
Punnan Zi raised his right hand and slowly formed a seal. His face was expressionless as he waved his hand. Suddenly, the stone wall in front of him lit up.
Shortly after, 10 specks of light appeared on the stone wall.
However, the moment these 10 specks of light appeared, six of them flickered rapidly and became dimmer and dimmer. Finally, they shattered and disappeared.
Punnan Zi's face twitched unnoticeably. His expression became gloomy. At this moment, the surrounding air suddenly became heavy. Even the water droplets that were slowly dripping down from the top of the stone wall suddenly stopped falling.
If there was a Spirit Severing cultivator here, their eyes would light up. Being able to change the spiritual energy around them and use some complicated techniques was something only a Spirit Severing cultivator could do.
Punnan Zi had already touched the edge of the Spirit Severing stage. The Spirit Severing stage was not far for him. As long as he found the right spot, he would be able to break through.
Punnan Zi stared at the specks of light on the stone wall. After a long time, he muttered to himself, "Teng Huayuan, what kind of powerful cultivator did you provoke to cause such a big disaster? Ai!
If it wasn't for the fact that the messenger wanted your Teng family to be the test subject, the Old Man really wouldn't care about your Teng family! "
Punnan Zi's face was gloomy. In truth, he still didn't know what the messenger saw in the Teng family to make them the test subject.
If this wasn't the case, with the Teng family's talent, there would be no way they could have nine Nascent Soul cultivators. Teng Huayuan also wouldn't have been able to go from the early stage of Nascent Soul to the late stage of Nascent Soul in just a few hundred years and become someone second only to Punnan Zi.
After a moment of silence, he stood up, flicked his sleeves, and immediately disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already at the top of the Xuan Dao Sect. Standing there, Punnan Zi knelt down on one knee and looked up at the sky. His hands quickly formed seals. As his hands formed seals, more and more clouds appeared in the sky and a pressure slowly appeared.
Then Punnan Zi waved his arms and shouted, "Punnan Zi from a low ranked cultivation country, lend me your magic tool!"
The moment he said that, a green and red light came from the two main peaks of the Heng Yue Mountain. The light became brighter and brighter. At that moment, most of the spiritual energy in the country of Zhao rushed toward the mountain. Shortly after, the green and red lights slowly floated to the side of Punnan Zi. The lights dimmed, revealing the true body of the two magic wheels.
The true body of the magic wheel was two magic wheels. Each of the magic wheels had four slanted blades that released bursts of cold light. There were even spatial cracks around the magic wheels.
From this, it could be seen that this magic wheel was not a Nascent Soul level magic treasure. It could be a magic treasure made by a Spirit Severing cultivator or higher.
Punnan Zi respectfully kowtowed a few times on the ground. Then he carefully placed the magic wheels into his bag of holding and let out a sigh of relief. His entire body released waves of killing intent and he muttered to himself, "Teng Huayuan, this is the last time I'll help you. If your Teng family doesn't have a Spirit Severing cultivator within 100 years, then don't blame the Old Man for being impolite to your Teng family."
With that, his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.
The moment the spiritual energy surged, Wang Lin noticed it. His expression remained the same, but his heart sank. A moment later, he let out a cold snort and charged toward the only core member of the Teng family that hadn't moved.
At the border of Zhao, there was a mysterious place. In the past 400 years, whenever a mortal cultivator mentioned this place, their expressions would change greatly.
Even cultivators were extremely afraid of this place.
This place was a large, black mud pit.
It was a deep pit made of black mud that gave off a pungent smell. Aside from a few people, almost no one knew how deep this pit was.
However, every 100 years, this pit would erupt once. Every time it erupts, the sound would be extremely shocking.
Normally, this place was a restricted area. Whether it was a mortal, cultivator, or flying beast, as long as they were within a certain range of the pit, they would be sucked into the pit and buried alive.
After a long time, a layer of grey fog appeared around the pit and completely blocked out the area.
This was the most dangerous place in the country of Zhao in the past 400 years: the Black Mud Pit.
At this moment, in the deepest part of the Black Mud Swamp, there was a black crystal coffin. This coffin did not have a lid, and it was completely covered by black mud. Around the coffin, or rather, within the black mud, were countless eerie white bones.
Among these bones were people and beasts.
They were all victims that were sucked into this place in the past 400 years.
This was the place where Teng Yi, the person Teng Eight feared the most, cultivated.
Teng Yi was a legend in the Teng family.
This person wasn't Teng Huayuan's junior; to be more accurate, he was Teng Huayuan's junior.
He was the only core member of the Teng family that no one dared to challenge. He was also the only person that had held the title of Teng Yi for the past 400 years.
When Wang Lin was 1,000 kilometers away from the Black Mud Pit, he noticed that this place wasn't ordinary. He pondered for a bit and didn't let the mosquito beast continue to fly. Instead, he flew by himself.
The moment Wang Lin was within 1,000 kilometers of the Black Mud Pit, a skinny hand suddenly came out from the coffin. Slowly, a skeleton-like man sat up from the coffin.
This person's body was almost completely black. He was all skin and bones; there was no flesh or blood on his body.
There were only a few strands of hair on his head, making him look extremely terrifying.
A ghostly light appeared in his eyes and he slowly raised his head.
At this moment, Wang Lin had already arrived above the Black Mud Swamp. His expression was serious like never before. The restriction flag was already floating beside him.
Looking at the Black Mud Pit, Wang Lin didn't hesitate. His eyes flashed red and his Ji Realm Divine Sense shot out. It turned into a series of lightning bolts and sank into the Black Mud Pit.
The eyes of the man in the coffin in the depths of the Black Swamp lit up. Red lightning bolts flashed in the mud and landed on the man. The man stretched out his bony right hand and lightly touched one of the red lightning bolts.
With a bang, the red lightning bolt disappeared without a trace and cracks appeared on the man's finger.
The man licked his lips. The ghostly light in his eyes revealed a powerful battle intent as he slowly stood up. At this moment, more red lightning bolts fell, but they were blocked by the man's finger every time.
Finally, when all of the lightning bolts disappeared, the man's entire right hand was covered in cracks. He looked at his right hand and shook it, causing it to turn into dust.
He didn't care at all. Instead, a powerful battle intent radiated from his body. His lips curled into a grin as he charged upward.
Wang Lin's expression was very ugly. He clearly felt that the lightning formed by his Ji Realm Divine Sense was completely destroyed by this person at the cost of his right hand.
This had never happened before. Wang Lin was very sure that this person's cultivation level had not reached the Soul Formation stage, but he was able to block the Ji Realm Divine Sense!
The moment the skinny man charged out, Wang Lin didn't hesitate at all. The restriction flag turned into a black screen that surrounded the area. More than 90 black dragons charged out from the black screen. Wang Lin's right hand formed a seal and the dragons roared at the Black Mud Pit.
The skinny man revealed a stunned expression when he saw the incoming restriction. He didn't dodge and allowed the restriction to land on his body.
Suddenly, cracks appeared on his body. However, when the last restriction disappeared, although there were countless cracks on his body, his body didn't move at all.
Wang Lin's expression was gloomy as he quickly retreated. At the same time, his right hand formed a seal and pointed at the black screen in the sky. More than 90 more restrictions appeared.
The skinny man looked down at the cracks on his body. He looked up at Wang Lin and licked his lips before disappearing.
Wang Lin didn't hesitate at all. His body immediately dodged to the side. With a ripping sound, a piece of Wang Lin's sleeve was torn off. The skinny man's left hand grabbed the corner of his sleeve. His eyes were filled with battle intent.
Wang Lin's scalp felt numb as he stared at the skinny man. If he had been one breath slower, he would have been hit by the skinny man.
His eyes were gloomy as he pointed at the skinny man. The restriction descended once more and charged at the skinny man.
The skinny man's eyes were filled with confusion once more. He didn't dodge and allowed the restriction to land on his body. Even more cracks appeared on his body.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He didn't wait for the restriction to disappear. He didn't waste any more spiritual energy to summon the same amount of restriction. At the same time, his body didn't stay in one place. Instead, he moved around the area. The moment the restriction descended, his Ji Realm Divine Sense would shoot out like lightning.
The skinny man didn't move at all. Only when the Ji Realm Divine Sense landed would he stretch out his left hand to touch it.
Gradually, more and more cracks appeared on his body. Under the attack of the Ji Realm Divine Sense, his left hand was starting to shatter.
This was a very strange battle. Although Wang Lin had a lot of battle experience, this was the first time he had encountered such a strange battle.