Just as Wang Lin was about to study it, a low voice came from behind him. He formed a sign with his right hand and shot out a golden light towards the flying sword. He turned around and saw that Zhang Hu had opened his eyes. When he saw Wang Lin, he was stunned. He quickly stood up and looked around. Finally, he stared straight at the flying sword and scabbard in Wang Lin's hands. His face was filled with joy as he said, "He's … dead?"
Wang Lin chuckled and nodded, "Yes, Zhang Hu. You didn't recognize me earlier because you were afraid of him, right?"
Zhang Hu quickly touched his chest and closed his eyes. He excitedly said, "He's really dead. Wang Lin, this is not a good place to talk. Let me finish off these people first and then we can catch up."
Finished speaking, he raised his right hand and three fireballs appeared.
Liu San and the others were completely shocked. What they just saw was something they would never dream of. Now that they saw another fireball appear in Zhang Hu's hand, they immediately revealed a look of fear.
As for the black-clothed men in the surroundings, they all looked at Zhang Hu cautiously, their eyes also filled with fear.
Wang Lin frowned. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Hu was one step ahead of him. The three fireballs quickly spread out. Their target wasn't Liu San and the other people from the Mighty Escort Agency, but the surrounding black clothed people.
In the face of absolute power, these mortals were like ants. They didn't even have the slightest ability to fight back. Even Song Xing, who was on the ground, instantly turned into nothingness. As the heat spread, several golden blood beads strangely didn't dissipate with the corpses. Instead, they floated out and were swallowed by Zhang Hu.
Liu San and the others were scorched by the heat wave, and their skin cracked, but they didn't dare to move at all.
Seeing that Zhang Hu had summoned another three fireballs, Wang Lin said, "Zhang Hu, don't kill anymore!"
Zhang Hu looked back at Wang Lin and said, "If we don't kill these people, I'm afraid they'll go back and say that the person you killed was my master. He was the sixth disciple of Old Man Jimo. If they find out, you and I won't be able to escape death."
The middle-aged scholar was the only one who remained calm among the survivors. At this time, he gritted his teeth and quickly said, "Two immortal elders, we swear that we won't speak carelessly, I …"
Without waiting for him to finish, Zhang Hu frowned and sneered, "Don't talk nonsense?
When the time comes, it won't be up to you. After extracting your soul and refining it, everything will become clear. "Although he was speaking to the middle-aged scholar, his eyes were looking at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was silent for a while. Then, he waved his hand, and the remaining six or seven people rose into the air uncontrollably, floating in front of Wang Lin.
Zhang Hu retracted his fireball and stood to the side without saying anything.
Wang Lin took out a piece of jade from his bag of holding. This was the piece of jade he got from Zhang Kuang back at the Heng Yue Sect. It contained all of the chants for Qi Condensation from Zhang Kuang.
At that time, he had flipped through it once and vaguely remembered that there was a spell called the Soul Transforming Technique, which could expel a person's memory.
After carefully searching, he finally found the record of the Soul Transforming Technique. Wang Lin glanced at it and put away the jade slip. A blue light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, everyone's eyes became confused and a blue light slowly appeared in their eyes. After a long time, the blue light disappeared and they fell to the ground with lifeless expressions.
Zhang Hu secretly sighed. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
After finishing the Soul Transforming Technique, Wang Lin looked at Zhang Hu. His body moved and he quickly rose into the air, flying into the distance.
Zhang Hu took a deep breath and spat out a golden bead from his mouth. He stepped on it and followed.
The two of them flew in the air for a long time. Zhang Hu was slightly out of breath and landed on the top of a mountain. Wang Lin's expression was normal as he lightly floated down.
Zhang Hu calmed his breathing and found a place to sit down. He took out two sweet potatoes from his bag of holding and handed one to Wang Lin. He smiled and said, "I roasted this. What do you think of the taste?"
Wang Lin took the sweet potato. At this moment, he felt like he had returned to ten years ago, when the two of them met in the Heng Yue Sect's honorary disciple's room.
"After I left the Heng Yue Sect, I didn't go home. Instead, I wandered around, preparing to find another cultivation sect. Finally, by chance, I ate a spirit grass and unknowingly reached the first layer of Qi Condensation. This was all thanks to the weasel's booklet.
"After that, I met Bai Zhan. Bai Zhan was my master. He saw that I was at the first layer of Qi Condensation, so he didn't kill me. Instead, he took me in as a disciple to help him collect mortal blood essence. Bai Zhan planted a poison in my body, so my life and death were under his control.
Earlier, I didn't want to meet you because he was nearby. Fortunately, you killed him. When he died, the poison also died, and I was finally free. "Zhang Hu took a bite of the sweet potato and briefly explained what had happened in the past ten years.
Wang Lin was deeply moved. Zhang Hu's words were brief and seemed to be understated, but his expression was filled with melancholy, revealing the hardships of the past ten years.
Zhang Hu's eyes revealed a look of envy and said, "Wang Lin, we haven't seen each other in ten years. Since you were able to kill my master, you must have reached Foundation Establishment.
My master's flying sword is very powerful. He once said that he could only use two-fifths of its power, but even so, no one under Foundation Establishment could stop it. "
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "You haven't reached Foundation Establishment yet. What is the origin of this flying sword?
Do you know? "
Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with surprise, but he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he carefully thought about it and said, "I think he mentioned it once. He said that he obtained it in a cave by chance. He has always viewed it as a treasure.
That's right, there is also the sword sheath. It is also a treasure. Master cares about the sheath several times more than the flying sword.
I've heard Master say that aside from him, no one can refine these two things again unless they reach the Core Formation stage. "
Wang Lin found a rock and sat down. After pondering for a while, he said, "Tell me about that old man Ji Mo so we can be on guard."
Zhang Hu swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and said, "Old man Ji Mo is a rogue cultivator. It is said that he has reached Core Formation and is very protective. Now that Bai Zhan is dead, he will definitely investigate.
You should immediately return to the Heng Yue Sect. As for me, I don't care. If worst comes to worst, I'll just hide in Teng Family City. As long as I don't go out, there shouldn't be any danger. "
Wang Lin wryly smiled and said, "The Heng Yue Sect only exists in name."
Zhang Hu was startled. He smiled and said, "I heard about this. Four years ago, the Xuan Dao Sect took over the Heng Yue Sect, but didn't the Heng Yue Sect disciples migrate?
What, you weren't among them? "
Wang Lin didn't want to talk about this topic and asked, "What kind of place is Teng Family City?"