The Da Lou Sword Sect's elder Shi Fang and the short old man coughed out blood at the same time. They quickly retreated and left deep footprints on the ground.
Every time they left a footprint, the ground would tremble.
As the grey gas spread out, a ray of sword-like energy shot out. Its target wasn't the two Da Lou Sword Sect elders, but the Soul Formation cultivator, Lu Songyi, who wanted to take the Brilliant Golden Fruit!
Lu Songyi's countenance drastically changed. He knew that it was already too late for him to retreat. Without hesitation, he immediately teleported. Although it was extremely dangerous to teleport within the Northern Earth Demon World, he didn't have a second choice. Ripples appeared around his body as his silhouette disappeared.
However, a cold snort sounded from within the grey Qi that was charging towards him.
With a snort, the grey gas closed in and actually penetrated the distorted space ripples. In the blink of an eye, it rushed into Lv Songyi, who was about to teleport away.
"You!"
Lu Songyi's expression changed greatly. Just as he was about to speak, his body began to swell like a ball.
This scene was too strange. Lu Songyi's body instantly expanded to its limit. There was a loud bang and the Da Lou Sword Sect's Soul Formation cultivator collapsed just like that.
Bang, bang, bang! The sound of the explosion was still echoing through the valley. A large amount of flesh and blood had already fallen to the ground.
A faint mist of blood gradually filled the air.
Amidst the blood mist, a figure in purple slowly walked into the valley from outside!
This person had a head of long hair that was casually draped behind his head. His face was not handsome, but he gave off an extraordinary feeling. There were two strands of gray Qi on the fingertips of his right hand that looked like two small dragons moving back and forth between his fingers.
On this person's waist was a purple token with the word "seven" engraved on it!
The appearance of Wang Lin caused the valley to become completely silent!
Guo Xingyi's face was pale without any trace of blood. His body was trembling and his right hand was tightly gripping the flying sword. He didn't even realize that his fingers had turned white.
His junior martial sister revealed a look of panic. In the end, she couldn't hold it in anymore and began to vomit. Her face was as pale as paper.
As for the blue-robed young man, he was clearly not a disciple of the Da Lou Sword Sect. His eyes were filled with intoxication and he even took a few deep breaths of the bloody mist.
Aside from the three of them, the woman named Qian Qin had an uncertain expression. Her eyes were filled with hesitation and struggle.
These younger generation disciples did not have sufficient cultivation and mental fortitude. Naturally, they were inferior to Shi Fang and the short old man. Although the two of them were greatly shaken at this moment and secretly cursed in their hearts, their expressions did not reveal too much of it. It was only slightly ugly.
Wang Lin's expression was calm as his gaze swept past everyone. His right hand casually pointed at the air and strands of grey gas came out from the minced meat on the ground and quickly gathered together.
They turned into a large amount of grey gas and gathered toward Wang Lin's right hand.
A large amount of grey gas gathered, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a grey sphere. This sphere was surrounded by clouds and mist, as if it contained some kind of magical substance. With just a glance, one could not help but be completely lost in it, unable to extricate themselves.
Wang Lin's gaze was calm as he casually squeezed his right hand. A ripple came from within the grey ball and caused it to shrink until it was the size of a fingernail. Wang Lin grabbed it and opened it. The small ball had disappeared without a trace.
"Heavenly Fate Sect, seventh disciple of the Purple Division, Wang Lin!"
The Da Lou Sword Sect's elder, Shi Fang, looked at the purple token on Wang Lin's waist. Then he stared at Wang Lin and said, word for word.
Wang Lin withdrew his right hand. He coldly looked at Shi Fang and said, "Answer one of my questions and I'll let one of you go!"
As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, Shi Fang laughed madly. He formed a seal with his right hand and pointed at the sky. Immediately, a powerful sword aura shone from the empty scabbard on his back. The sword aura was green in color and shot into the sky.
Shi Fang sneered. "Wang Lin, although you are at the mid stage of Soul Transformation, today, the two of us are at the early stage of Soul Transformation. Adding on our Da Lou Sword Sect's sword treasure, even if you can kill us, you will be injured. I want to see how you will get to the East Demon Spirit Sea in half a month!"
He had heard about the name list for this year's East Demon Spirit Sea. Rumor has it that the Heavenly Fate Sect's new disciple, Wang Lin, was one of them.
At this moment, when he saw Wang Lin, he decided to take a gamble!
He bet that Wang Lin wouldn't easily make a move. If the two of them fought back and injured him, it would affect their trip to the East Demon Spirit Sea.
Ever since Wang Lin appeared, the short old man hadn't said a word, but his gaze was locked onto Wang Lin. When he heard Shi Fang's words, he suddenly realized that this was bad. According to his observation, this person was not the type of person to care about anything. Instead of wasting time talking nonsense with this person, it was better to immediately make a move and seize the initiative. With two early stage Soul Transformation cultivators, their chances of winning against a mid stage Soul Transformation cultivator were not high!
The short old man clenched his teeth. Without a word, his body suddenly moved. He slapped his bag of holding and a blood-colored flag appeared in his hand. With a wave of the flag, a large amount of blood-colored aura came out and surrounded the short old man.
"Accept your death!"
The short old man let out a roar. His hand formed a seal inside the blood mist and then he mercilessly slammed his hand forward. Suddenly, several large, blood-red handprints appeared from the blood mist. They carried the smell of blood as they flew toward Wang Lin.
At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a large amount of essence blood. The color of this blood was golden. The moment the blood appeared, he quickly chanted a spell. His voice was like a ghost and couldn't be heard clearly, but there was an invisible force that descended from the sky.
"Heavenly Ghost Devour!"
After chanting the incantation, the short old man's eyes lit up. He let out a roar and the golden essence blood essence before him began to move strangely. In the blink of an eye, it dissipated in the air.
The moment it disappeared, an illusory head that was 100 feet tall appeared behind the short old man. The head was huge and completely black. There was no hair on its head, making it look like a demon. Although its eyes were illusory, they looked corporeal, and they gave off a cold glare.
The moment the head appeared, it let out a roar and flew out from behind the short old man toward Wang Lin!
"Attack!!" the short old man shouted.
Shi Fang clenched his teeth. Without a word, his right hand formed a seal and he suddenly slashed down. The cyan sword energy from the scabbard behind him released a shocking sword energy. It charged out like a ferocious cyan dragon toward Wang Lin.
At the same time, Shi Fang still didn't feel confident, so he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out his essence blood. Then he sat down cross-legged and grabbed at the air in front of him. He swept his essence blood into his palm, then with a low roar, he suddenly slapped his forehead.
With a bang, Shi Fang's body trembled and a cyan light shined from the top of his head. Inside the cyan light, Shi Fang's origin soul left his body and opened his mouth to spit out a ray of cyan light. The cyan light turned into a willow leaf flying sword. His origin soul condensed on the flying sword and chased after the sword energy. It charged toward Wang Lin like lightning.
"Die!"
The two early stage Soul Transformation elders of the Da Lou Sword Sect were fighting with their lives on the line!
Wang Lin's expression was neutral as he stood there. His gaze didn't change at all. He took a step forward and raised his right hand. Bursts of black light appeared on his thumb.
Finger of Death!
With one finger, ten thousand spirits withered!
With a single point of his finger, all the weeds in the valley instantly turned yellow. Even the leaves that had withered earlier instantly crumbled. This crumbling did not only happen on the surface, but even the roots that were deep within the soil instantly crumbled.
The blood-red handprints that were descending on Wang Lin landed on Wang Lin's thumb. Without any pause, the blood-red handprints immediately collapsed!
If it was just collapsing, it wouldn't show the power of the Finger of Death!
However, the countless fragments of the blood-red handprints were pushed back, but they didn't get far before they were pulled back by the mysterious force of the Finger of Death. They all gathered on Wang Lin's thumb.
All of this happened very quickly. From an outsider's point of view, it looked like the moment Wang Lin's thumb pressed down on the blood-red handprints, it absorbed all of them. His thumb suddenly became even more blood-red.
After absorbing the power of the blood-red handprints, Wang Lin's eyes became cold. Not only did his thumb not stop, it moved even faster. It moved past Shi Fang's sword energy and headed directly toward the forehead of the ghostly head.
The ghostly head's eyes shined with a demonic light. The moment Wang Lin's thumb arrived, it opened its mouth and swallowed Wang Lin's thumb.
"Eh?" Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he revealed a smile. He softly said, "Since you want to die, then you should eat until you're full!"
With that, his thumb suddenly released a red glow. The power of the blood-red handprints he had absorbed was poured into the ghostly head by Wang Lin. At the same time, the destructive aura of the Finger of Death also entered the ghostly head.
The ghost head instantly swelled up and let out a whimper as it retreated like crazy. However, before it could retreat 30 feet, it trembled and collapsed with a loud bang.
The short old man's life spell was destroyed, so his face turned pale. His body trembled and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with terror and he turned around to escape without a word.
He was really afraid!
He had once used the Heavenly Ghost Devour Technique against a mid stage Soul Transformation cultivator. Although that mid stage Soul Transformation cultivator was able to break it in the end, the process was extremely dangerous. It wasn't as easy as Wang Lin. How could he not run!?