Chapter 136 – The Middle-aged Scribe

Qing Xuan words just fell, the war god temple in a foot flying sword of the woman heard “Ma Liang” two words, face changed, face uncertainty, she clenched her teeth, body pause, turn the direction of the fly to, this woman do young woman dress, pearl round jade, posture natural, but see her finger as cutting onion root, mouth as containing Zhu Dan, slender for fine step like floating body and come.

This woman is that Ma Liang infatuation for a long time, even in the extraterritorial battlefield can not forget the little sister Xu Si.

She first made a hail Mary salute to Qing Xuan, then her eyes showed indifference as she looked towards Wang Lin, her vermilion lips opened and closed, and she coldly said, “Where did the villain come from, actually daring to impersonate someone from my War God Temple, senior brother Qing Xuan, please help me kill this person.” After she said that, she slapped her storage bag and a two-inch long black feather needle appeared in her hand, she flicked her wrist and the feather formation immediately flung towards Wang Lin like a rainstorm.

Feather needle into the wind becomes larger, with silk gray awn, into a gust of black rain, as if the wind to help like, with the force of the sky, shot to Wang Lin.

Qing Xuan was stunned, did not make a move but retreated a few steps, coldly staring at Wang Lin, without saying a word.

Wang Lin look calm, the bottom of his heart sneer color flashed, sleeve a fling, the space into an invisible hand, a fierce grasp, easily will be those flying feather needle without omission to catch, he lightly hummed, wipe off above the divine sense, expression bland into the storage bag.

The young woman’s bright and enchanting face immediately turned white, a strand of blood flowed from her Zhu Cherry-like lips, her delicate body lightly shook, and the flying sword under her feet suddenly dimmed, her expression was shocked, and she stared at Wang Lin, revealing an unbelievable color. In her impression. It was impossible for Ma Liang to have such a skill, ignoring her magic treasure not to mention that he was actually able to erase the divine sense on the magic treasure as if it was lighthearted, which caused layers of huge waves to rise up in the bottom of her heart.

Right at this moment, in the location of the cultivator army’s Battle God Temple, three sword lights quickly flew in, revealing three youths after landing. One person in the center was none other than Yang Xiong.

He swept a glance at the young woman, turned to Qing Xuan and cupped his fists, “Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan has had a hard time, Master Ma Liang is indeed a disciple of my Battle God Hall, this time, I’d like to trouble you for guiding me.”

Qing Xuan glanced at the several people with great meaning, lightly smiled and shook his head as he moved his body and left with his sword, flying not far away. He looked back and saw that Yang Xiong standing beside Wang Lin with a rather respectful demeanor, seeing this, he couldn’t help but freeze and after pondering for a little while, he changed his orientation and flew towards the location of the river diagrams.

Yang Xiong ignored the bystanders and stood in front of Wang Lin and said in a low voice, ”Master knows the Phoenix Luan Patriarch? That person on the five-colored phoenix car is the Patriarch, and she instructed me to come and fetch you over to meet her.”

Wang Lin looked up at the army of cultivators that kept moving forward. In the direction of the central War God Temple, there was a multicolored phoenix car. There was a woman standing on the car. The woman was dressed in a palace dress. It seemed to notice Wang Lin’s gaze. She turned her head to look at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin’s expression was as normal. He had a number in his heart. This Phoenix Luan Patriarch was the same young woman who had previously asked him for Zhou Zihong’s soul blood. After a slight contemplation. Wang Lin followed Yang Xiong forward. When he passed by Xu Si. Wang Lin coldly glanced at her. The divine sense quietly and silently left a trace in her body.

This trace would kick in a month later, and the woman would definitely die by then. Wang Lin had experienced that dramatic change in Zhao since. For anyone who was hostile to him. Regardless of gender. All of them will be eliminated. Nip everything in the bud. Since this Xu Si made the first move. I don’t blame him for being merciless.

Yang Xiong led the way in front of Wang Lin. In a low voice, he said, “Lin Tao was captured by the Feng Luan Patriarch when he printed the map. The map is now in the hands of the Patriarch. Lin Tao was also punished. If not for this migration. I’m afraid I would have to be locked up in the forbidden land for ten years.”

Wang Lin looked as normal. But inwardly, his vigilance was even stronger, and he followed Yang Xiong as he quickly flew closer to the five-colored phoenix car. After approaching. Yang Xiong’s body slowed down a few steps. Wang Lin’s demeanor was calm. He crossed over Yang Xiong and flew onto the colorful car. He landed on the opposite side of the woman. Cupping his fists, he respectfully said, “Wang Lin sees senior.”

The woman withdrew her gaze from looking at the battlefield in front of her. After looking at Wang Lin for a few moments. In a soft voice, she said, “Wang Lin, is that your real name?”

Wang Lin nodded his head and acquiesced without saying anything, there were too many people called by the name Wang Lin, there was really no need to hide this kind of thing, if the other party noticed, it would be bad.

The young woman looked around at the cultivator army that kept moving forward, silent for a little while, said, “At this time is in the time of crisis in the Fire Burning Country, after arriving at the Xuanwu Country, there will be a big war, those things that you have, this is canceled out, do not have to put it on your mind. If someone looks for your trouble, I keep you safe, but can only help you once, after one time, you save the purple rainbow thing, this offset.”

Feng Luan words have just fallen, between heaven and earth suddenly a dark, only to see in the distant battlefield, ten huge volcano, was those several YuanYing stage cultivators with magic power from the ground break, rise to the mid-air and then thrown out fiercely, passed by the fire beasts have to avoid retreated, which have some dodge too late, immediately by the giant peaks crashed body, blood and flesh.

Borrowing the impact momentum of the peak opening, the cultivator army seized the opportunity and rushed out like a bamboo, those fire beasts chasing Wang Lin had a number of about 20,000, and were broken into a gap by the cultivator army.

A sword light, immediately killed, once there was a gap, the defeat of the fire beasts became inevitable, the purpose of the cultivator army was not to destroy the other side, but to rush out of the encirclement.

Feng Luan stared at the distant battlefield, the phoenix car under his body violently accelerated, followed the cultivator army, rushed out.

The sixteen fire beasts were each dragged by YuanYing stage experts, roaring continuously, and eventually stopped, their icy gazes staring at the ever-distant cultivator army, and then they interlocked their hands together in an odd posture, and a burst of sound that was different from the roar they had just made came out of their mouths.

Immediately after, a red filament spread out from the top of their heads, coalescing together above them, eventually forming a ring of fire, once this ring of fire appeared, the sixteen beasts immediately showed a pious color on their faces, and all of them let out a whimpering low roar.

Their bodies, with the naked eye visible speed rapidly thinning, gusts of dark red beams of light, from their bodies, into the fire ring.

This process lasted nearly an hour, during which there are also cultivators noticed abnormalities, turn the direction over to stop, but just less than a hundred feet near, will immediately be a destructive energy impact, instantly turned into flying ash, see here, no more cultivators over.

One hour later, sixteen giant beasts of the body slowly dissipate, all into the fire ring, the size of the fire ring did not change, but the color has become blood red, and ultimately noiselessly cracked, turned into a bit of red spots, dissipated in the sky and the earth.

At this moment, the entire fire burning country territory, all the fire beasts, all stopped all actions, have kneeled on the ground, mouth issued a whimpering roar, immediately after, one of the fire beasts suddenly fell to the ground, body constantly twitching, if you look closely, you can see a red spot, appeared in its forehead, its body quickly expand, in less than a incense burn time, quickly grow to ten feet high.

Immediately after, one after another of the fire beasts, forehead red spot, the body rapidly expanding, in less than two hours of time, the entire fire burning country all the fire beasts, as if all completed a metamorphosis, are turned into the size of ten zhang, their strength, but also with the growth of more than ten times.

These metamorphosed fire beasts, one by one, fly up, towards the cultivator army disappeared in the direction of the chase, gradually, more and more metamorphosed fire beasts to join the pursuit of the team, the vast swarm of even into a piece, it looks spectacular.

Besides the cultivator army here, after the ten YuanYing stage cultivators rejoined the team, four of them returned to the location of the War God Temple, one of them, a pale-haired old man, swept his gaze and finally placed it on Wang Lin inside the phoenix car, and drank grimly: “Just now it was you, this junior, who drew the fire beasts here?”

Wang Lin’s icy gaze stared at the old man and nodded.

The old man snorted coldly a few times and reached out with his large hand, grabbing towards Wang Lin. The phoenix Luan standing beside Wang Lin’s face sank slightly, and she tapped the colorful phoenix car, and a five-colored flying bird immediately manifested from within the phoenix car, and after chirping, her wings flapped, and a ring of colorful ripples immediately rippled.

The old man withdrew his hand and retreated a few steps, looking at the woman, angrily said: ”Feng Luan, what are you doing? This kid not only took over my Battle God Palace disciple, just now he also attracted the fire beasts, do you know that in that battle just now, thousands of disciples in my Fire Burning Kingdom lost their lives?”

Feng Luan’s pretty face that was glowing with anticipation revealed a decisive color as she said, “With me here, you can’t kill him.”

Zhou Jin stared at Feng Luan gloomily, after a little silence, he said, “This person is neither Ma Liang, he is not my War God Temple disciple, I can not kill him, but not my War God Temple, cannot stay here.”

Feng Luan turned to look at Wang Lin and spoke, “Wang Lin, would you like to be my named disciple?”

Wang Lin hurriedly paid his respects and nodded his head in response.

Zhou Jin’s eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of cold light, this Feng Luan’s cultivation was comparable to his, both were at the early YuanYing stage, but her dual cultivation partner, Yang Sen, had a cultivation of the middle YuanYing stage. To offend two YuanYing stage cultivators for a trivial and insignificant matter, it is really not cost-effective, Zhou Jin lightly hummed and said, “Since Feng Luan senior sister is willing to accept him as a disciple, I naturally won’t pursue this matter, this person’s identity is put aside for the time being, right now there are many big battles going on, with his cultivation of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, I’m afraid that it will be difficult to keep him safe in the battlefield.”

After saying that, he flung his sleeves and turned around to leave.

The remaining three YuanYing stage cultivators, except for one who flew towards Feng Luan, the remaining two shook their heads and smiled bitterly as they dispersed. The person who flew towards Feng Luan was a middle-aged scribe, and this person was none other than Yang Sen, a mid YuanYing cultivator that Zhou Jin was quite jealous of.

He glanced at Wang Lin, frowned slightly, and sighed at Feng Luan, “Sister Luan …… why are you doing this?”

Feng Luan coldly looked at the middle-aged scribe and said, “If it wasn’t for him, Hong’er would have died in the Extra-territorial Battlefield, and back then, if you didn’t authorize it, how could Hong’er have entered that dangerous place?”

The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time, turned around and bowed deeply to Wang Lin, after he got up, he took out a jade talisman from his storage pouch and threw it at Wang Lin after his right hand wiped on it, and said under his breath, “This talisman is a YuanYing level magic treasure that I refined in the early years, I have withdrawn my divine sense, your life can be saved after you sacrifice it this time after the strife.”