"boom!"

Lin Jinglong suffered a loss in their first encounter.

He then unleashed his full power, destroying one of his opponent's arms.

But both are Saint-level Perfection experts

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits is indeed quite skilled.

During the fight, a loud rumble echoed around the ruins, affecting dozens of houses, which collapsed as they teetered on the brink of collapse.

Hundreds of people are fleeing.

Lin Jinglong focused intently on his fight, and then used the Heavenly Eye Technique recorded in the Heavenly Dragon Treasure Art.

They sensed it on the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits.

There were hundreds and thousands of invisible black threads that stretched to places hundreds or thousands of miles away.

“Those are the strands of his divine soul that he separated out. Behind each strand is a member of the Society of All Souls.”

"If he wanted to, he should be able to absorb a large amount of power and infuse it into himself in an instant, just like Liu Huo."

"Unleashing power surpassing that of a Saint!"

Lin Jinglong naturally dared not underestimate anyone in the world.

Although he possesses two immortal techniques, the Immortal Sitting on the Mountain Technique, even though it is an evil technique, is no weaker than the two immortal techniques he has mastered.

Even in terms of explosive power.

It needs to become even stronger!

"I can't give him a chance to unleash his power. With my Nascent Soul realm, I'm still no match for him."

Lin Jinglong suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Even his palms were lowered.

He withdrew the fiery red true energy barrier around his body and withstood the attack from the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits, flying more than ten feet away amidst the blood splatter.

"Haha! You still lost!"

"Young man, your understanding is too shallow!"

"I haven't even used my full strength yet!"

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits suddenly rushed over.

He looked at Lin Jinglong on the ground not far away, but did not kill him. Instead, he suppressed his smile.

"You have reached such a level at such a young age, you must possess immortal techniques. I will give you a chance to pass on these techniques to me, and from now on you will be second only to one person in the Myriad Spirits Gathering!"

Lin Jinglong appeared to be seriously injured.

But his Nirvana Technique was only truly activated at this moment, and its immense power surged through his limbs and bones.

"The more severely injured one is, the greater the increase in strength—this is the Nirvana Technique!"

Lin Jinglong muttered to himself.

When he stood up again, his gaze toward the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits changed, becoming extremely cold and cruel.

"Right now, he definitely won't understand the Nirvana Technique. As my trump card, it can unleash tremendous power instantly."

"So, the old man can die now!"

"Thump!"

Lin Jinglong's speed has already exceeded the limit.

It exceeds the level of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage!

With a single palm strike, the heart of the Myriad Spirits Ancestor was pierced. The hand emerged from behind him, grasping a heart that was still beating strongly, yet utterly black.

"puff!"

Lin Jinglong crushed the black heart with all his might.

In front of him, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits looked on in disbelief as he stared at Lin Jinglong.

"You...were hiding your strength before?"

"It's not exactly hiding anything, but I don't need to explain."

Lin Jinglong withdrew his hand and grinned.

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits collapsed to the ground, his heart crushed by a single slap even at his level.

They were also too exhausted to fight!

He lay limp on the ground, now regretting only one thing: that he hadn't used the power of the Immortal Sitting Mountain Technique from the beginning.

Otherwise, it would have been Lin Jinglong who died!

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Ancestor, you are still too stupid. You have obtained a celestial-level technique like the Immortal Sitting on the Mountain Technique, but you don't even know how to use it."

Lin Jinglong mobilized his spiritual energy and easily repaired his injuries. Looking down at the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits on the ground, he made a teasing and mischievous sound.

"I hate it!"

The Ancestor of All Spirits gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

Lin Jinglong didn't waste any words, fearing that the old man might have some hidden tricks up his sleeve, and directly smashed his head with a palm strike.

This time, he's truly dead without a complete corpse.

A powerful expert at the Saint-level Perfection realm, on the verge of a breakthrough, fell at the hands of Lin Jinglong.

Lin Jinglong has accomplished a major feat.

His expression relaxed slightly.

"Shouldn't the cause and effect of this Immortal Mountain Seating Technique be severed now?"

"But for some reason, after killing him, I felt uneasy."

"Is the mastermind behind this level of cultivation technique really just a Saint-level old man?"

Lin Jinglong muttered to himself.

His gaze fell to the distance, where amidst the chaotic ruins, the thin and frail Liu Huo crawled out in a disheveled state.

He glanced at Shang Lin Jinglong.

Suddenly, my whole body trembled.

"Don't kill me!"

"I was also tricked into joining the sect by the patriarch!"

"Although I captured many people to refine pills for him, I was forced into it..."

"shut up!"

Lin Jinglong appeared in front of him.

Looking around, he grabbed Liu Huo and swiftly soared into the sky.

His figure disappeared into the night.

"Besides you, does your All Souls Society have any other special envoys?"

"There are several, but I am the strongest, and the patriarch trusts me the most!"

Liu Huo's eyes flashed.

He suddenly begged for mercy, saying, "I can take control of the All Souls Society for you. The patriarch is dead, and they will certainly not dare to disobey your will."

"What I want to ask is, were there any other people in your family who cultivated the Immortal Mountain-Sitting Technique before your ancestor?"

Lin Jinglong voiced his doubts.

Liu Huo's expression immediately changed.

He became extremely solemn.

"We've also had our doubts about this matter. After all, nobody knows where the Immortal Sitting Mountain Technique comes from, and we don't dare to ask the Ancestor. Perhaps even he himself... has doubts about it."

Lin Jinglong twitched the corner of his mouth.

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