A thin old man walked out of the Luohemen Yuanying monk. He was wearing a black robe, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his eyes were dim, and he seemed to have no energy. At this time, his eyelids were slightly turned, and he said hoarsely: "The one who kills the most enemies every month will get a Heavenly Li Pill!"
As soon as the three words Tianli Dan appeared, Wang Lin clearly noticed that almost all the monks around him were full of breath, and their breathing was slightly rapid.
In Ma Liang's memory, there is also an understanding of Tianli Pills. On this day, there are very few Pills. The entire Huo Fen Nation does not exceed 30 pills. It is a treasure of the Huo Fen Nation and can increase the chance of forming a pill. If it is taken during the period of alchemy, it can directly enter the stable period when the realm is raised. The main medicines in it have been cut off, and the remaining 30 pills have been carefully preserved from thousands of years ago.
Next, about five thousand cultivators were divided into several teams and received their own tasks, Wang Lin was among them.
These teams dispersed and attacked and ate around. All the cultivators encountered were completely wiped out. The Nascent Soul Stage masters patrolled the surroundings and supported and resisted the opponent's Nascent Stage cultivators at any time.
Wang Lin was assigned to the eighth team of the tenth team. The eighth team had a total of nearly 30 members, all of whom belonged to different sects. Among them, five were in the foundation stage, and the rest were on the thirteenth and fourth floor of the condensing stage. The leader of the team is a monk of the Evil Demon Sect's first pill stage. For some reason, Wang Lin himself is the only one in the Temple of War.
The task they received was to assist the Tenth Battalion in occupying a medium-sized spiritual vein on the border. As a monk during the foundation building of the Temple of War, Wang Lin received a pill treasure. This pill treasure was not very powerful because of the large amount distributed. So basically every piece has a lot of difference in texture. It's not an exaggeration to describe it as chicken ribs.
Just before leaving, Feng Luan called for Wang Lin.
In a chic attic, Feng Luan stood by the window, looking in the direction of Huo Fenguo, and after a long time he threw a jade slip. He opened his mouth and said: "Hong'er once said that you are very strong in the outer space, why is the cultivation level shown now only in the middle stage of foundation construction?"
Wang Lin took the jade slip and swept away his spiritual knowledge, and his face suddenly became weird. The jade slip recorded a small half map. Seven or eight countries in the north of Huo Fen Nation are marked on the map, and the level of cultivation of these countries and what kind of materials are abundant are also clearly marked on it.
He pondered a little, his eyes flickered, and he roughly guessed the meaning of the other party's words from the bottom of his heart.
Feng Luan waved his hand and said, "There are three copies of this map. If you can kill fifty foundation-building monks. I will give you another one. Before the end of the war. If you can kill one hundred and fifty people. Finally. I’ll give you a copy of it. Go on."
Wang Lin said nothing. Turn around and leave. He had guessed what Feng Luan said just now. There is no cheap charity in this world, there are just unequal exchanges.
In comparison. The Yuan Ying monk of the Huo Fen Nation. Especially this Feng Luan. It's still somewhat human. Because of Zhou Zihong. Stop the seizure for him. As for the map. The meaning is clear. Wang Linruo has that ability. Naturally available. If not capable. Died on the battlefield. I can't blame others.
Wang Lin did not intend to participate in the war between the two countries. But now my heart has changed my mind. The map is just one. Li Dan was his focus that day.
A pill that can increase the chance of condensing pill. Wang Lin is bound to win. According to his plan. After looking for its cultivation Huangquan Shengqiao to refining three cold pills. There is a greater chance of successfully forming a pill. But there is still a certain chance of failure.
Wang Lin had great expectations for the formation of alchemy. Once you can build a pill to succeed. Then it means that he will become the first person in the Yuan Ying period. Therefore, he is not allowed to make any mistakes. If there can be assisted by Tianli Dan. In addition, the probability of Huang Quansheng's Aperture Resolve itself. Wang Lin is confident that he is at least 80% sure of forming a pill.
Thinking of this, there was a sense of murder in his eyes.
The invading team of the Huo Fen League dispersed in all directions on the next day. Ten Nascent Soul cultivators wandered within a radius of thousands of miles. Once the opponent Nascent Soul appeared, they would immediately teleport over.
A team of about thirty monks, stepping on the sword light, flew quickly to the north, and stopped on a barren mountain. An old man with ordinary appearance but with bloodthirsty colors in his eyes from time to time, said proudly. : "The cultivators of the Tenth Brigade have already begun to attack the personnel of the Xuanwu Kingdom in the Lingmai. There must be someone who will come to support the other party. Our task is to block all those who pass here within a radius of five hundred miles. You. Wait for each to disperse, and notify me immediately if you find it."
After all, the old man sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and said nothing. This old man was the captain of the eighth team, Zhang Zili, a cultivator in the early stage of the Evil Demon Sect's pill formation. He ignored these cultivators except for five of them during the foundation building period.
Wang Lin stepped on his feet, flew far away, fell on a tree canopy, meditated and vomited. As for the others, they dispersed one after another, looking for a place to meditate. For a while, apart from the slight breathing, the surrounding area was extremely silent.
Zhang Zili opened his eyes and glanced around contemptuously. From the bottom of his heart, he was extremely dissatisfied with arranging himself here. In his opinion, his position should be in the first brigade to sweep the gate of his dispatch. In that case, there will be plenty of oil and water, but it is really indifferent to block the supporters who might be able to pass through here at this place where the bird does not shit.
As time passed slowly, Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Zhang Zili also noticed the abnormality. He immediately stood up and looked into the distance. He saw more than ten sword lights flying in quickly. Zhang Zili added his lips and spit out a flash of ink. When the ink flashed, it immediately turned into a handful. The scissors, with a wave of his right hand, the scissors shot out immediately. At the same time, he chuckled and shouted, "Kill!"
After that, he stepped on his foot and sent his body like a sharp sword. The eighth team of monks around him rushed up one by one and stopped in the air.
The two sides had no other words at all, and immediately killed them when they saw the contradiction. There are more than ten members of Xuanwu Kingdom, there are no monks in the alchemy period, all of them are in the foundation building period. When they saw Zhang Zili, they immediately separated out eight people and set up a set. The weird sword formation surrounded Zhang Zili. Suddenly Zhang Zili could not escape, trapped in the formation, yelling angrily.
The remaining seven fought with the monks of the eighth team.
Wang Lin's eyes were cold. He didn't have the time to delay slowly. He was bound to win the map and Tianli Pill. At this moment, when he moved, the flying sword shot out instantly, and the lightning flashed through the opponent's base-building cultivator's chest. A cavity of blood.
As soon as the extreme spiritual consciousness dispersed, the eyes of the remaining six foundation-building cultivators were darkened, and then the flying sword flashed, piercing each of these people's chests one by one.
In the eyes of outsiders, these seven foundation-building cultivators all died under Wang Lin's Feijian.
The moment the seven people died, both sides were all stunned. Whether it was the enemy who was besieging Zhang Zili, Zhang Zili, or the other members of the eighth team, they all cast incredible eyes on Wang Lin.
The life-threatening flying sword was hovering above Wang Lin's head at this time, exuding a deep chill.
The eight people who besieged Zhang Zili immediately paled, and one of them shouted in a low voice: "Retreat!" Then the eight quickly retreated and fled desperately.
Zhang Zili glanced at Wang Lin with a little dread in his eyes. He believed he was not sure to kill the seven foundation building monks in a blink of an eye. He guessed that Wang Linding had hidden his cultivation base, so that it looked like the middle stage of foundation building. . He cursed secretly in his heart, but after thinking about it, this method is really easy to use, maybe the enemy can get a miraculous effect after being careless.
But these are not important at the moment. The eight foundation-building cultivators did not know what sword formation they had set up just now, and they could actually trap him as a cultivator of the alchemy stage. These things are too detrimental, especially in front of their own team members.
Zhang Zili's complexion was gloomy, and he drove forward, chased him, and was about to catch up. The eight foundation-building monks didn't know what magic they used, and suddenly milky white gas appeared all over his body. When these gas appeared, they immediately entangled him. The speed of their legs suddenly more than doubled.
Zhang Zili sneered, pinched with both hands, pressed on his chest, and suddenly a golden core exuding strong spiritual energy fluctuations was spit out from his mouth. With a finger of his right hand, the golden core immediately carried gusts of wind and thunder. He rushed out, caught up to the eight people in the blink of an eye, and after hitting the three of them continuously, Jin Dan retracted.
The three people sprayed blood, and their bodies immediately fell from the air.
The remaining five people didn't even look at them, their speed reached the limit, and fled. Zhang Zili snorted, and at this moment, the five people who had escaped extremely far suddenly crooked and fell from the air one after another.
Zhang Zili looked at him intently and saw Wang Lin quickly flying from a distance. When he saw this, his expression changed slightly. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard Wang Lin's voice.
"There are no less than a hundred monks flying in the back!" At the same time as the words came, Wang Lin passed by Zhang Zili and rushed out in an instant.
At this moment, Zhang Zili had already seen hundreds of sword lights appearing on the horizon. He immediately turned around and ran away. When he turned around, he found that Wang Lin had disappeared, and he could not help cursing inwardly.
The other members of the eighth squad retreated towards the spirit veins when they saw the bad situation.
After Wang Lin flew far away, seeing that there was no one around, he stepped on the ground under his feet, slid into the ground like the ground, started the soil escape technique, and fleeed towards the west.
He just killed twelve foundation-building cultivators, thirty-eight short of him, he can exchange for a map, if he walks with his teammates, although safety can be guaranteed, but if he wants to get the result of Tianli Dan, He still needs to act alone.
The hundreds of sword lights passed through the sky, and the target was pointed at the spiritual vein. After they passed, Wang Lin got his head out of a dense forest, looked at it coldly, and followed.