Killing intent exploded from Huo Chen, intimidating everyone. Inside the Hidden Dragon Pot, the green grass under Huo Chen's feet withered instantly. Their life force was obliterated by Huo Chen's killing intent.
He pointed the long saber in his hand at Wang Lin, and his saber intent and killing intent locked onto Wang Lin. Then, several black saber Qis in the air flew towards Wang Lin.
Wherever these black blade auras passed, they brought with them a murderous and deathly aura. It was ominous.
Facing the blade auras, Wang Lin's expression was calm. Mana flowed around him and he suddenly entered the state of the Yellow Springs Death State!
This was a power that Wang Lin had never displayed in the past. Now that he was in the Yellow Springs Death State, he was like the King of Hell. His entire body was filled with the inky black aura of nirvanic death.
The moment Huo Chen's murderous blade auras touched Wang Lin's mana, they disappeared without a trace. They didn't even make a ripple.
"The power of nirvanic death?!" Huo Chen's expression changed. If he was said to have killed his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, then the current Wang Lin was the master of hell!
"I heard you came from hell?" Wang Lin looked at him coldly. His eyes were as dark as the abyss.
In the end, Huo Chen was a cultivator who had experienced bloody battles of life and death. His temperament and willpower were far stronger than that of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. Right now, it was more that his magic power cultivation was insufficient. In terms of temperament and willpower, he had almost broken through the difficulties of life and death and had the potential to form his Core.
Mocking Wang Lin before the battle started was more of a psychological tactic.
Now that Wang Lin's strength was beyond imagination, Huo Chen didn't lose his will and courage. With a roar, he swung his blade and advanced.
"Shura killing technique, Shura Yin Thunder! Kill, kill, kill! "
Huo Chen's murderous blade auras turned into dark clouds filled with thunder and lightning. They rolled towards Wang Lin.
Wang Lin pointed coldly. "Finger of the Yellow Springs, reincarnation!"
Reincarnation pointed. The eight phenomena of heaven, earth, water, fire, wind, thunder, mountain, and lake appeared before Wang Lin. They arranged themselves according to the eight trigrams and formed a ring of light.
Huo Chen's Asura Yin Thunder fell into the ring of light. The ring of light spun continuously, like the Yellow Springs River in the cycle of life and death. After swallowing the Asura Yin Thunder, it released it in the opposite direction, attacking Huo Chen.
However, this Yin Thunder was very different from the one Huo Chen released before. It was infused with Wang Lin's own spiritual energy, and within the violent suppression, there was also a destructive force.
Huo Chen's spiritual power intent realm was slaughter and death, while Wang Lin's spiritual power intent realm was destruction and nothingness, which was above his.
Chen's mana intent realm was of death and death.
With a muffled roar, Huo Chen was sent flying and fell to the ground. Just as he was about to turn over and get up, a great sense of terror suddenly enveloped his heart. It was as if the end of the world had arrived and all things were withering in despair.
With a muffled roar, Huo Chen was sent flying. He landed on the ground and was about to get up. Suddenly, a huge sense of terror shrouded his heart. It was as if the end of the world was coming and everything was dying.
In the distance, Wang Lin pointed his right index finger forward and said softly, "Finger of the Yellow Springs, Nirvana!"
Under the Finger of Nirvana, everything turned into ashes and returned to nirvana, no longer existing!
It was not killing the opponent but directly erasing the opponent's existence from this world.
At this moment, Huo Chen truly felt the threat of death. At the juncture of life and death, he mobilized all his mana.
His face was distorted. His eyes flashed with anger, slaughter, blood, madness, and many other emotions.
"I didn't expect you to have cultivated such a terrifying spell. If you had already established your bier and advanced to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, I would definitely die under this move." Huo Chen roared. "But now, you can't kill me!"
The black Qi of the blade suddenly retracted and formed a solid ball, enveloping Huo Chen.
At the same time the black ball was formed, the surrounding space became distorted as if it was collapsing inwards with the black ball as the center. The powerful suction actually caused the space of death formed by Wang Lin's Finger of Nirvana to shake. A large amount of death qi was sucked into the black ball.
The black ball was densely covered with countless purple electric snakes that were clearly visible to the naked eye. They crisscrossed and were full of destructive power.
"Shura Annihilation Thunderstorm Killing Technique!" Following Huo Chen's murmur, the black ball rapidly expanded outwards!
Like a roaring tide, the black lightning forcefully exploded the space of death created by Wang Lin's Finger of Nirvana and continued to expand outwards.
Outside the Hidden Dragon Pot, the cultivators watching the battle were shocked. The Foundation Establishment cultivators all had solemn expressions.
"The cultivators of the Huo clan have experienced bloody battles. They are indeed powerful. Their strength is outstanding." Even the cultivators of the Golden Elixir period were shocked. The strength Huo Chen displayed was enough to threaten the vast majority of early Golden Elixir period cultivators.
On the Northern Militant Imperial Court's side, the large man of the Golden Elixir period, Du Kun, said to Zhamuzelo, who had yet to recover from his injuries, "Although you also defeated a disciple of the Huo clan, if you meet Huo Chen, you will most likely lose."
Zhamuzelo's face was pale as he nodded. He had been a bit rash when he ridiculed the Huo clan.
Inside the Hidden Dragon Pot, Huo Chen used a secret technique to release a torrential black lightning that roared and broke through Wang Lin's space of death qi.
"Die!" He roared and was about to control the lightning to kill Wang Lin, but he suddenly found that the magic power of his Shura Annihilation Thunderstorm Killing Technique had suddenly disappeared.
In the space, there was only a black and yellow road that extended far into the distance.
Huo Chen blankly looked around. As far as he could see, there was only darkness. He looked down and saw that he was stepping on the black and yellow road.
His mind was in a daze. Countless images flashed in front of him. Huo Chen could recognize some of the images. They were things that he had experienced in the past.
There were some images that Huo Chen couldn't recognize. He couldn't remember them even if he searched his memory. However, there was a familiar feeling, as if he had experienced them himself.
In his confusion, from the soil of the black and yellow road, countless white claws suddenly stretched out, wanting to drag his entire body into the ground.
Huo Chen desperately wanted to resist, but it was as if he was in a nightmare. His struggles were weak and he could only watch helplessly as he was dragged into the ground.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed. Wang Lin's cold face appeared in front of him.
Before Huo Chen could react, he saw the ink-black power of death qi around Wang Lin suddenly condense into an incomparably huge palm. The five fingers spread open and heavily slapped towards him!
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Huo Chen's entire body was sent flying by Wang Lin's huge palm made of magic power. After spinning 720 degrees in the air, he fell to the ground like a rag.
This was the result of the Hidden Dragon Kettle's restriction automatically activating to protect him. Otherwise, Huo Chen would definitely be smashed into meat paste by Wang Lin's slap.
Everyone outside the Hidden Dragon Kettle looked at this scene in shock. They saw with their own eyes that after Wang Lin's Finger of Silence failed, he quickly replenished the Road to the Underworld spell as if nothing had happened. From the beginning to the end, he held the initiative in his hands.
From the beginning, Huo Chen had no chance at all. He was completely suppressed by Wang Lin. His counterattack couldn't even obstruct Wang Lin. Instead, it only made Wang Lin's victory even more shocking and exciting.
In the Great Qin Dynasty's crowd, Shi Shaoqian narrowed his eyes slightly. "Only early stage Foundation Establishment …"
In the Tianchi Sect's camp, Fang Zhong said hatefully, "Xuanmen Tianzong passed again this time!"
"Huo Chen, that piece of trash, can't even beat an early stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. His Huo family is just so-so."
A fellow disciple who usually didn't get along with him sneered. "Didn't you still lose to a middle stage Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
Fang Zhong flew into a rage. "You …"
At this moment, Dao Yuting suddenly spoke. "Quiet."
As soon as she said this, the other Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Tianchi Sect all quieted down.
Fang Zhong turned around and glared at that fellow disciple. He didn't say anything.
The other party also didn't say anything else. He was actually just taking the opportunity to attack Fang Zhong. Everyone knew that the difference in magic power between late stage Foundation Establishment and middle stage Foundation Establishment was smaller than between middle stage and early stage Foundation Establishment.
Above the Qi Sea was a bier, and the magic power was more condensed. A cultivator's strength would increase by quite a bit. Above the bier was a pill cauldron, which was more of a preparation for core formation. The increase in cultivation strength was actually more limited.
Seeing Wang Lin calmly come out of the Hidden Dragon Pot, Great Qin Dynasty's King Anliang Shi Zongyue and Dao Master Changle quietly exchanged glances. The gazes of the two Primordial Soul powerhouses were rather complicated.
Wang Lin's current strength naturally didn't attract their attention. What they cared about was that the disciples under Xuanmen Tianzong all had different results in their cultivation of Daoist techniques. Moreover, all of them displayed admirable potential.
So far, the three Foundation Establishment disciples who had already made their moves were Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan, and Yang Qing. Each of them had different characteristics.
Although it could be seen that they all cultivated the same Daoist technique, the general direction was clear and there were traces to be found. They were indeed from the same sect.
But looking at it in detail, the difference was really too big.
Wang Lin comprehended the power of life and death. Yue Hongyan, with only the cultivation of Foundation Establishment, touched the edge of the mystery of space. Yang Qing, on the other hand, comprehended the profound truth of the transformation of all things. Although the three of them all cultivated the Eight Diagrams of the Great Way of Heaven, the direction they took was completely different.
It was like on a big tree, there were three completely independent branches.
But it happened that their roots were from the same source.
It was rumored that Xiao Yan, Zhu Yi, and Tiny Tot, the three disciples of the Golden Elixir Period, had different understandings of Daoist techniques.
"The fundamental Daoist technique of Xuanmen Tianzong can actually be all-encompassing. At the same time, it integrates so many exquisite principles into one furnace. Moreover, they are all incomparably profound. This Daoist technique is really admirable." Dao Master Changle sighed and looked at the calm Lin Feng, "To be able to create such a top Daoist technique, what kind of person is this Master of Xuanmen Sect?"
Shi Zongyue also looked at Lin Feng with a rare dignified expression, "The rise of Xuanmen Tianzong really has its reasons. It was not created by chance."
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