"Country of Xue Yu …" Wang Lin's eyes were calm as he walked forward. After a few steps, he exited the valley. He saw a young man standing outside the valley. He was wearing a green robe. Although his appearance was ordinary, he gave off a cold aura.
This person's eyes were very bright and his skin was as clear as ice. He casually stood there, but it was as if a cold wind had blown by and swept away all the warmth within 100 feet.
After seeing Wang Lin come out, this person's eyes became cold. He clasped his hands and said, "Ceng Niu, hand over the feather fan!"
Wang Lin looked at this young man. This person's cultivation level was at the mid stage of Soul Formation.
Liao Fan slapped his bag of holding and two feathers appeared in his hand. He waved his hand and the feathers turned into a ray of light. They pierced into the side of the valley and the exposed parts trembled slightly.
The young man's body moved and he charged toward the side of the cliff.
Wang Lin's right hand touched his bag of holding and two bells appeared in his hand. He shook them and a crisp sound echoed. The sound waves spread out in all directions.
Liao Fan let out a snort. His right hand formed a seal and pointed to his side. There was a flash of white light and sharp ice blades silently appeared. He waved his hand and the ice blades whistled through the air toward Wang Lin.
Wang Lin let out a laugh. Instead of retreating, he charged forward and threw the two bells in his hand. The two bells suddenly grew in size and a series of ringing sounds came from them.
Suddenly, the ice blades began to crack and dissipate before they even got close. Even the walls of the valley began to crack due to the sound waves from the bells.
Liao Fan's expression was calm. He had long heard of how powerful this Ceng Niu was. He wasn't here for the feather fan's treasure, but to investigate!
His body landed on the ground and his hand formed a seal. His eyes became cold and he suddenly pushed forward. Bursts of white light came from his body and with this push, the white light came out of his body and formed a giant shadow. This shadow wasn't the snow celestial or ice celestial that Wang Lin was familiar with, but an old man sitting in the lotus position.
After the old man's shadow appeared, he immediately opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, Wang Lin's eyes lit up. His right hand formed a seal and he placed a seal on the two bells. The two bells began to spin and collide with each other.
This was another method that Wang Lin found after studying this treasure.
The sound from the spinning and colliding of the bells became even louder. Liao Fan's body involuntarily retreated a few feet before he stabilized himself.
He stared at the bells and softly said, "Kill!"
The old man's shadow immediately raised his hand and pointed at Wang Lin. The shadow immediately shrank and turned into an illusory aura that stabbed at Wang Lin.
It moved as fast as lightning.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and his body disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in the air. However, the illusory aura that the shadow had turned into seemed to have a mind of its own. It bent down and rose from the ground.
"Ceng Niu, if this is all you've got, then prepare to die today!" Liao Fan stared at Wang Lin and sneered. He slapped his bag of holding and took out a copper bell.
There were 12 numbers on the copper bell, each representing the 12 months of the Suzaku. Below each month, there were countless small symbols that represented each day of the 12 months.
He slapped the copper bell with his left hand and it began to slowly spin. The number representing the 8th month began to emit a green glow, and the next symbol began to flash.
"Today is the 9th day of the 8th month. Ceng Niu, this is the day you die!"
After saying this, Liao Fan threw the copper bell into the air. Immediately, a giant ghostly claw appeared from the bell, and two rays of golden light flickered inside the claw.
Wang Lin's expression remained the same. He formed a hand seal with his right hand and pointed at the bell. Immediately, the two spinning bells collided with each other and shattered.
Countless fragments flew into the air and circled around Wang Lin. Wang Lin softly said, "Armor!"
The fragments immediately wrapped around Wang Lin's body and formed a shiny, green armor. On the armor was the image of two bells.
Facing the illusory aura of the old man, Wang Lin didn't dodge. He allowed the illusory aura to pierce into his armor.
Suddenly, countless ripples appeared on the armor. With a shake, the illusory aura weakened.
With another shake, the illusory aura disappeared.
"This Sound Wave Spiritual Armor is indeed effective!"
Wang Lin smiled and glanced at Liao Fan. At this moment, the ghostly claw formed by the copper bell was about to reach him.
Wang Lin let out a cold harrumph and slapped his bag of holding. The celestial sword appeared in his hand and slashed forward. The ghostly claw immediately shattered, and the copper bell emitted a cracking sound as a crack appeared on it.
Liao Fan, who was behind him, also had blood spurting out from his chest. He took a few steps back and placed his right hand on his chest. His face was pale, but his eyes were filled with a hint of success as he let out a wild laugh.
"Ceng Niu, die!"
Wang Lin frowned. At this moment, a roar came from the crack on the copper bell. Following this, more cracks appeared on the surface of the bell, and a withered arm reached out from the crack. With a shake, the entire copper bell shattered into pieces.
The only thing left was a cloud of black smoke flickering in the air like a flame.
Wang Lin performed a hand seal with his right hand and waved it forward. Immediately, a strange gust of wind swept forward and blew the black smoke three feet away, revealing its insides.
A withered severed arm floated in the air. The black aura was coming from this arm.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he slashed forward with the celestial sword again. With a bang, the black smoke on the arm floated forward and blocked the arm.
However, the sword ray penetrated the black smoke and landed on the arm. Immediately, a wound appeared on the arm, and a roar came from it. Following this, a large amount of black smoke was emitted from the wound. The black smoke wriggled in a strange manner and took the shape of a human.
It was a humanoid figure made of black smoke with an indistinct face. Only two glows could be seen where the person's eyes should be.
Wang Lin's expression was serious. This Liao Fan was one of the few enemies he had encountered. Although he was a mid stage Soul Formation cultivator, he had an endless supply of magical treasures. This kind of cultivator was extremely difficult to deal with.
The humanoid figure made of black smoke opened its mouth and let out a roar. Its body moved and charged toward Wang Lin.
Its speed was extremely fast. Before its body even arrived, a powerful cold aura immediately spread out.
A sense of danger immediately rose in Wang Lin's heart.
The grass outside of the valley immediately turned into ice crystals. When the wind blew, the ice crystals immediately turned into dark blue powder.
Even the surrounding cliffs of the valley were immediately covered by thin blue ice due to the impact of the Yin Qi.
This kind of cold was several times stronger than ice and snow!
The aura surged like crazy and suddenly surrounded Wang Lin. The cold aura entered his body and even his blood was about to freeze.
The moment Wang Lin sensed this aura, he was shocked. His eyes immediately lit up. This aura was extremely familiar to him. It was clearly the same cold aura that came from cultivating the Underworld Ascension Technique!
However, the cold aura emitted by his opponent was many times stronger than what he cultivated. Only when Situ Nan used his body to cultivate the cold aura could it compare to!
His body immediately retreated. At the same time, his right hand formed a seal and pointed forward. Immediately, the Ice Flame that he hadn't used for a long time, the Underworld Ascension Technique, suddenly shot out from the tip of his finger.
This was a dark blue flame. What it emitted was not heat, but frost.
The moment the Ice Flame appeared, the cold aura that invaded Wang Lin's body immediately dissipated. Even the cold aura around him immediately turned into strands of black gas and was absorbed by the Ice Flame.
The figure formed by the black gas immediately stopped. Its eyes flashed as it stared at the Ice Flame. A hoarse voice came out of its mouth, "Underworld Ice Flame … Even the Underworld Path left by the Old Man's grand disciple cannot cultivate such a pure Ice Flame. You, where did you obtain the Underworld Ascension Technique!?"
Wang Lin's body immediately retreated. After a few steps, he retreated into the range of the pagoda in the valley and stopped.
"Who are you!?"
When Wang Lin heard the voice from the black gas, even with his 500 years of cultivation, he couldn't help but be shocked. This kind of shock was something he had never experienced before.
Wang Lin's scalp went numb. This voice, he was too familiar with it!!
"No matter where you got it, you will die today!
The Old Man, Situ Nan! "
As the black gas figure spoke, it quickly closed in and charged into the range of the pagoda. Its right hand swept toward Wang Lin's head. Wang Lin suppressed the monstrous shock in his heart and shouted, "Retreat!"
Zhou Yi's Ascendant cultivation immediately sent out a message from the pagoda. The black gas figure suddenly stopped three inches away from Wang Lin as if it was hit by a powerful force. It let out an unwilling roar and threw its body out of the valley.
As he did, the black Qi around him dissipated, leaving behind only his severed arm. He grabbed Liao Fan, who was staring at the scene in shock, and then disappeared from the valley.
Wang Lin stared at the figure disappearing into the distance and muttered to himself, "Situ Nan … Impossible, how could this be …" His mind was in chaos. He waved his right hand to put away the feather and returned to the valley in a daze.
He sat under the pagoda and looked up at the sky. Scenes from when he was with Situ Nan flashed through his mind.
"Situ Nan … He said he was Situ Nan …" Zhou Ru poked her head out from the pagoda. After looking at Wang Lin, she obediently walked out and sat across from Wang Lin. In the past few years, she had never seen this uncle with such an expression. It was as if he was confused, but also as if he was reminiscing.
After sitting for a while, Zhou Ru stood up. She looked around and quietly ran to the kitchen. When she came out, she had a big bowl filled with porridge.
She went around Wang Lin, entered the pagoda, and immediately cheered, "Hmph, uncle won't let me feed Big Sister Shen Xian, so I'll secretly feed her!"
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