Sudden rain forest.
Han Lin stabbed the wolf demon's neck with a sword, blood splashed on his face, and a trace of ferocity appeared on his handsome face. Next to him, two beautiful female cultivators were worried. One of them, who was wearing a red dress, was actually a Jindan cultivator. The wolf demon was fixed by her magical power just now, so Han Lin had the opportunity to kill it with one strike!
"It's done!"
Han Lin dug out the wolf demon's demon pill, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
As long as he obtains this demon pill, he can absorb the energy in it, rely on this energy as the foundation, and advance to the late stage of foundation building!
Devouring monsters is Han Lin's biggest secret. The secret method comes from the upper realm, which Han Lin obtained in a dream. He is a waste of seven attributes, but he has practiced with this secret method all the way. In less than a hundred years, he has reached the middle stage of foundation building! This speed of practice is not inferior to those of the direct disciples of the big sects.
That's why so many people are optimistic about him.
It is very difficult for a casual cultivator to rise up, just like raising a Gu. But once someone stands out, there is a high probability that he will soar to the sky and become a big figure in the world of immortal cultivation. Those who invested in Han Lin all had similar ideas, and the women who followed him were also betting on his future.
"Brother Han, are you okay?"
The two female cultivators flew over quickly. The Jindan-level female cultivator also had a slight fluctuation in her eyes when facing Han Lin, but she hid it better than the other female cultivator. Looking at the two confidantes, Han Lin felt relieved. The two confidantes made a great contribution to his killing of the wolf demon this time, especially Zhao Feifei, whose strength in the Jindan realm helped a lot.
"I'm fine, thanks to you this time."
Han Lin was about to comfort his two female companions when he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. A death threat beyond his cognition emerged in his mind.
A circle of translucent ripples suddenly appeared above the void where the three people were, and a wisp of black air escaped from the ripples.
A translucent palm stretched out from it, and the index finger pointed at the center of Han Lin's eyebrows.
Danger!
Danger!
Danger!
This was the first time Han Lin smelled the breath of death. He had no idea where the attack came from, and he didn't even know who attacked him.
"Is it a curse?!"
Zhao Feifei was a Jindan cultivator, and she saw the problem immediately. But even she, a Jindan cultivator, was unable to move when facing this hand, and couldn't even get close. The surrounding heaven and earth energy was completely frozen, and the three of them were like insects trapped in amber.
"Yuan Ying! It's Yuan Ying Zhenjun who took action."
A trace of despair flashed in Zhao Feifei's eyes. Only a Jindan True Person would understand the fear of a Yuanying True Lord, because they could see it clearly. In comparison, Han Lin and the other female cultivator only felt that the other party was very strong, but they had no idea how strong they were.
"It must be the Qionghua Sect! Brother Han, run!"
The female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm was anxious and shouted at Han Lin. Han Lin's eyes were red under control, and he wanted to run, but he couldn't.
At this moment, it was difficult for him to even speak, let alone escape.
But he knew he had to do something, otherwise he would be dead. At the critical moment, Han Lin crushed the life-saving talisman on his body. This talisman was given by the "immortal" who "sent him in a dream". He had relied on this talisman to snatch the third-level magic weapon from the hands of the Thousand Stars Ancestor in the sea area before. Afterwards, it was also the talisman that helped him escape from the pursuit of the Thousand Stars Ancestor and come to the Tiannan area.
As the talisman shattered, a circle of translucent light curtain protected Han Lin's body, but it did not take him away directly like it did in the sea.
Is the gap between Nascent Soul and Core Formation so huge?
Han Lin was anxious when he realized that he couldn't escape. He couldn't help but regret his previous harsh words to Qionghua Sect. He didn't expect that Qionghua Sect would be so shameless. The ancestor-level existence directly attacked him, a foundation-building cultivator, and completely disregarded his status in the world of immortal cultivation. However, it was useless to regret when things developed to this point, so he prepared to change a method.
Provoke.
Big shots all care a lot about their reputation.
If you start from this angle, maybe you can survive!
Han Lin raised his head and looked in the direction of the ripples. He could feel the connection in that direction. This was also the characteristic of the curse. The curser and the cursed would be connected and sense each other.
"Ancestor Qionghua, do you dare to give me thirty years?"
Phew!
A crack suddenly appeared on Han Lin's neck. In the blink of an eye, there was a "bang" sound, and his head flew out strangely. Fingers followed closely and pressed down. Han Lin's headless body was crushed into bloody flesh by the fingers.
He died so quickly that he didn't even have to struggle. The other party had no intention of listening to any of his nonsense from beginning to end.
“Brother Han!!!”
Watching Han Lin die in front of them, his two confidantes were heartbroken. One of them had a crazy expression on her face and yelled at the ripples in the air.
"You actually killed Brother Han! I swear here that as long as I am alive, I will definitely destroy the mountain gate of your Qionghua Sect and cut off your inheritance."
"No, don't!"
A trace of fear flashed across Zhao Feifei's eyes, and she subconsciously wanted to stop the woman next to her from screaming, but just as her voice came out, the hand in the air turned in a direction, like pressing to death ants, and included both of them.
"Please spare me, Senior. I don't know this fool."
Before Zhao Feifei could finish her words, that hand pressed down.
Two "puff" sounds, and two more bodies appeared.
The ripples subsided, revealing the face of the person who cast the curse. This was the connection of the curse. The person who cast the curse and the person who was cursed were connected from the moment they started. Looking at the three piles of flesh and blood on the ground, Chen Luo retracted his gaze.
The ripples in the air faded away, and the surroundings returned to their original state, leaving only Han Lin's head rolling alone to the side.
The expression of resentment and unwillingness on his face has not yet disappeared.
Dead?
The Taixuan Peak Master and a group of elders also saw the whole process of Chen Luo casting the curse. The dark three-inch straw man had his head twisted off by Chen Luo, and the lower half of his body was crushed into debris by Chen Luo's fingers. Even the two translucent shadows next to the straw man were killed by Chen Luo.
As long as the medium has not disappeared, people who get close to the affected person will be implicated.
"That is the end of the matter."
A ball of spiritual fire emerged from Chen Luo's fingertips. The light blue flame burned the remaining straw into black ash. The wind blew and the dust disappeared. In the opposite valley, three pieces of flesh and blood were also burned. The lonely head rolled to the side, and the color in the pupils faded.
After seeing off the elders, Chen Luo returned to the pavilion.
He reached out from his sleeve and took out a piece of talisman paper, took out the talisman pen and wrote a spiritual pattern on it. The vermilion pattern flashed by, and the talisman paper spun in the air and folded into a paper crane.
The palm-sized paper crane flaps its wings and flies in the air, full of spirituality.
This is a third-level crane talisman, which can temporarily create a small life! Many high-level monks use it to transmit information and exchange items.
"Go get that head back"
Chen Luo kept Han Lin's head just to avoid wasting it. This kid is a little special, and his brain might have some special abilities.
The Talisman Paper Crane nodded, then flapped its wings and disappeared into the yard with a whoosh.
After doing all this, Chen Luo returned to the room again.
The alchemy furnace was still emitting heat waves. After several years of rituals and refining, the dragon blood stone had completely turned into liquid. The dark red blood floated in the middle of the alchemy furnace, and even the spiritual fire could not burn it dry.
'.The dragon in the abyss controls the water and turns it into clouds, and can make clouds and rain'
Again, repeated content.
The bloodline of the Black Horn King only reaches this level, and no new content will appear even if you listen again. It is like an illiterate person who only knows so many words. If you ask him to attend a class a hundred times or a thousand times, he can only understand the part that he understands. The rest is like a mystery to this illiterate person.
If you don’t understand, you don’t understand.
"The dragon's brain is not as good as the Black Horn King's. The foundation of a fourth-level monster is wasted." Chen Luo tried to use the dragon's brain at the edge of the dragon tomb to comprehend the dragon blood, but this guy was even dumber and what he saw was not as good as what the Black Horn King saw.
Retracting his gaze, Chen Luo stood up and walked to the edge of the pavilion.
Flutter
A streak of light flew back. It was the paper crane he had thrown out not long ago. The strange thing was that the paper crane did not bring back Han Lin's brain. Instead, there were some marks of burns on its body. The left wing was missing a section, and the right wing had changed color.
Chen Luo spread out his palm, and the paper crane flew into his palm. As soon as it touched his palm, the spirituality of the talisman paper crane instantly dissipated, and a stream of smoke-like light flew out of the talisman paper crane, condensed in the air, and turned into a row of small characters.
"Brother Chen, a friend of mine is here to look for you - the Valley of Rebirth."
The words were incoherent, but Chen Luo knew that this was Ning Chenye's handwriting. He had been in contact with Ning Chenye for a period of time and could recognize his handwriting, or more accurately, he could recognize the aura of Ning Chenye.
"friend?"
A ball of spiritual fire ignited in Chen Luo's hand, and the crane on the talisman paper burned into black ash in his hand, and the words on it also disappeared.
There was indeed something wrong with Han Lin, this casual cultivator who suddenly appeared.
There must be someone else behind this, but I don’t know how much Ning Chenye contributed to it.
'The power of the shadow world, tracking shadow by shadow.'
The old fox's brain suddenly became active. Chen Luo's mind moved, and he stretched out his hand and pinched the void. A struggling black shadow was pinched out from the black ash remaining from the talisman paper crane.
shadow?
The shadow kept struggling in his hands, and the ink-like color eroded along his fingertips, trying to merge into Chen Luo's body.
Someone is searching for Chen Luo's whereabouts through this shadow.
"The Shadow Eaters and Ning Chenye are mixed up?"
Whether it was the inn or the Shadow Eater Sect, they were all Chen Luo's enemies, and he had been planning to deal with both of them for a long time. Over the years, he had been looking for the whereabouts of the inn, and people were also sent to guard the passage to the upper realm. He didn't know how the two sides colluded with each other.
"Perhaps they were not mixed together, but Ning Chenye discovered the people from the Shadow Eater Sect."
Thinking of what Ning Chenye had just said, Chen Luo decided to go and see him. Things were different now, and his current strength was different from before. He had asked Dugu Jian to find the inn in order to find Ning Chenye's whereabouts. Now that he had taken the initiative to come to him, there was no reason not to go.
It's a pity for Han Lin's head.
Returning to the training room, Chen Luo walked to the weapon refining room and began to sacrifice the third-level magic sword and formation flags, and also prepared some emergency talismans. The number did not need to be too large, just enough to kill the Golden Light Cave Master. (End of this chapter)
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