It is ten miles away from Lianyun Peak.

Five hundred members of the White Lotus Society were lying in ambush.

The president, Bai Minglian, who was standing in front of them, relayed Lin Jinglong's message to them.

"You're being polite by asking us to lend you our life force, but do we even have the ability to resist?"

"This guy is no different from Zhuge Zun!"

"President, let's find a way to escape first!"

A cry of sorrow rang out from the crowd.

Lian sighed.

"Escape? To the ends of the earth, where can we escape to? Having cultivated the Mountain-Sitting Technique, this is a path of no return!"

Instantly, Lian's face turned deathly pale.

The hundreds of martial artists in front of him were also affected by the Mountain-Sitting Technique, and Lin Jinglong began to draw power from them without any hesitation.

Hundreds of people simultaneously dropped one level in martial arts cultivation!

The Lotus of Understanding, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse at the ninth level, suddenly plummeted to the eighth level, collapsing to the ground and trembling.

"Master Lin, how much more do you want to smoke?"

"The brothers can't hold on any longer!"

"Help!"

Mingbai Lian let out a miserable scream and wail.

In the Spirit Vein Canyon, Lin Jinglong drew his Dragon Roar Blade, and his blood energy surged to its peak. Although he was only at the ninth level, he was still incredibly powerful under the influence of that immense blood energy.

He was in no way inferior to Emperor Wu!

But that's not all!

Lin Jinglong raised his knife and slashed it fiercely at his own neck. Violent blood gushed out from the wound and splashed several meters away.

Under the horrified gazes of onlookers.

With an incredibly powerful aura, but also severely injured, Lin Jinglong charged towards the blood-red barrier above his head and unleashed his strongest attack!

"Nirvana, slay!"