"Weng!"
Lin Buzheng placed the talisman he had snatched from Liu Qingshan together with his own talisman. The two immediately released a dazzling light, and in the blink of an eye, they merged together to form a brand new talisman.
The appearance of this talisman was exactly the same as the previous two talismans. However, the ripples of energy it gave off were even stronger. It was connected to the laws of this small world, and covered a radius of several kilometers. It was more than double the maximum range of the previous talismans.
This undoubtedly meant that when Lin Buzheng walked in the Hundred Battles Small World, the other disciples participating in the trial would be able to discover him from a distance that was twice as far away.
However, correspondingly, this talisman could also carry Lin Buzheng's Spiritual Sense, which allowed him to discover the other disciples participating in the trial from such a great distance.
Clearly, the more talismans one merged with, the further the ripples of energy would spread, and the more obvious the effects of the two would be.
"An interesting change!"
A faint smile appeared on Lin Buzheng's face as he put away the merged talismans.
Such a change had both advantages and disadvantages for the cultivators who possessed the merged talismans.
The advantage was that the cultivator could use the merged talismans to see a wider area, and discover the whereabouts of the other cultivators participating in the trial faster. They could then snipe and eliminate them one by one, merging their talismans, and repeat the process, greatly speeding up the process of the Trial of a Hundred Battles.
The disadvantages were obvious as well. When a cultivator merged with so many talismans, they would become the focus of everyone in the Hundred Battles Small World.
In order to not be eliminated, the weaker cultivators could only work together to resist.
Cultivators of similar strength would also become their primary target. It went without saying for the stronger cultivators. They would definitely view them as prey and hunt them down mercilessly.
Hence, generally speaking, only the strongest geniuses among the cultivators participating in the Trial of a Hundred Battles would unscrupulously defeat the other trial participants, merge the talismans, and clear the place in a high-profile manner.
Aside from them, even the quasi-first-rate experts would not dare to be so ostentatious.
It was no exaggeration to say that Lin Buzheng had made enemies out of everyone in the Hundred Battles Trial.
No matter what he did, the other ninety-nine disciples of the Chongsheng Sect who participated in the trial would regard him as an enemy and use all means to eliminate him.
Since that was the case, Lin Buzheng decided to act in a high profile from the very beginning. He defeated all the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect one by one in the most aggressive and intense way to establish his invincibility!
After a while, Lin Buzheng finally walked out of the mountain range.
At the end of the mountain range, there were no other mountain ranges, and the scenery was not lush green grass or gurgling streams, but a boundless desert.
The wind howled, and the desert stretched to the sky.
As far as the eye could see, apart from the surging yellow sand, there were no living beings in the entire world.
It was an extremely strange sight.
Behind Lin Buzheng was a mountain range rich in spiritual energy. The soil was fertile, the green mountains were like black, the grasses were long, and kites were flying in the air.
However, the area one step away was an endless desert. The wind howled, and it was a desolate place.
The plants in the mountain range would not grow in the desert, and living beings would not enter the desert. Similarly, the yellow sand of the desert would not be blown into the mountain range.
There seemed to be a formless boundary between the two, which separated the two terrains, so that the two were orderly and did not affect each other.
"Yurou is right."
"The entire Hundred Battles Small World is made up of countless small battle platforms in different environments, pieced together to form a huge battlefield!"
Lin Buzheng said to himself. He was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.
Wang Yurou had once mentioned to Lin Buzheng that in the Hundred Battles Small World, the environment was different every certain distance.
Some regions were endless mountain ranges, some regions were unfathomably deep lakes, and some regions were mysterious ancient ruins that contained all sorts of mysterious and unfathomable powers …
Cultivators had different bloodlines, different Mystical Abilities, and different achievements in cultivation. In different environments, the combat prowess they could display would naturally differ.
If a martial artist found the right battlefield, they might be able to defeat an opponent who was far stronger than they were.
In fact, there was even a rumor in the High Saint Clan that the entire Hundred Battles Small World was actually an incomparably vast chessboard. Every single chessboard had evolved into a completely different region. It was unknown whether this rumor was true or not.
"There's someone ahead!"
In the next moment, Lin Buzheng's heart skipped a beat. He placed his Divine Sense into the energy fluctuations of the Fusion Talisman. He immediately sensed that a martial artist holding a talisman had appeared in the depths of the desert.
Without a doubt, when Lin Buzheng discovered this person, the latter had also discovered Lin Buzheng's existence.
However, this person was different from Liu Qingshan. He did not attack Lin Buzheng. Instead, he remained motionless, standing where he was. It was unknown whether he was gathering his strength, unwilling to fight with Lin Buzheng, or whether he was planning something.
"Let's go and take a look!"
Since Lin Buzheng had decided to keep a high profile in this Trial of a Hundred Battles, he naturally did not hold back. No matter who his opponent was, he would sweep through them.
After a while, Lin Buzheng arrived in the depths of the desert and stopped not far from the martial artist.
It was a slender woman with beautiful features and a calm expression. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the desert with her palms pressed together.
However, what was different about this woman was that she wore Buddhist robes. Her hair was shaved, and her head was shiny. She had a dignified and dignified air about her, making it impossible for anyone to have any thoughts of desecrating her.
"It's the Flying Phoenix Pavilion's Eldest Senior Sister Hui Miao!"
"Haha, the shameless Divine Might Sect disciple will definitely lose!"
The Chongsheng Sect disciples had been watching Lin Buzheng closely through the projection in the sky. When they saw this scene, their faces lit up with joy. It was as if they could already see Lin Buzheng's miserable defeat at the hands of this woman.
As the Chongsheng Sect disciples had said, this woman was called Hui Miao, the Eldest Senior Sister of the Flying Phoenix Pavilion.
Not only was her cultivation unfathomable, having reached the Peak of the Fourth Lv of the Spirit Path, but she also cultivated the Lofty Saint Technique, one of the three King Level Cultivation Methods of the Chongsheng Sect. Her mental strength was extremely strong. In the past, she had easily subdued an expert of the Eighth Lv of the Spirit Path with a single thought.
Hui Miao was Ye Qingchen's Junior Sister. She had cultivated with Ye Qingchen and received the Genuine Teachings of Buddhism. In the past year, she had been quietly cultivating in seclusion. Not long ago, she came out of seclusion.
It was said that she had integrated the Buddhist Cultivation Method with the Lofty Saint Technique. Compared to before, her mental strength had been greatly improved. It was enough to shake the Taoist Hearts of the experts of the older generation in the Sect.
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