Chapter 362 – The Battle of the Red Butterfly

“Enter!” Wang Lin said in a deep voice.

Without any sound, the door to the room was pushed open and a boy wearing a green cloth lab coat, walked in.

He carried a tray in his hand with some fruits on it, and when he entered the room, he didn’t even look at Wang Lin, placed the tray on the table, and turned around to go outside.

“Wait!” Wang Lin said.

The boy stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Wang Lin.

Although the room was dim, with Wang Lin’s eyes, as long as he wanted to, he could clearly see the appearance of this boy, this person was not very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a white face and clear eyebrows.

Did not wait for Wang Lin to ask, this little boy opened his mouth, pointed, in his mouth, only half a tongue.

Wang Lin was stunned and didn’t say anything.

The boy smiled kindly at Wang Lin, turned around and left, and the door to the room was gently closed.

For some reason, for this mansion, Wang Lin had an eerie feeling.

Looking at the fruit on the tray. Wang Lin was silent. Close his eyes. Continue meditating. His right hand. It was always placed on the storage bag in case he encountered a crisis at any time and had enough time to resist.

Time gradually passed. In the blink of an eye three passed. During these three days, other than that little boy. Wang Lin didn’t see anyone. He was early in the morning of the second day. Had gone out for a turn. The servants he saw along the way. All of them had lost half of their tongues. Unable to speak.

In addition to that. There are powerful prohibitions in many locations in this place. These restrictions. Wang Lin can’t break them in a short time.

This place. It has a hint of strangeness.

Wang Lin pondered for a little while. He simply didn’t go to explore any further, but instead, he took the same approach to everything. He kept meditating in the room to bring himself to his peak state. To prepare for the battle with Red Butterfly.

He spent ten days without a single thought. This day Wang Lin was meditating. Suddenly, he seemed to check something. He violently opened his eyes. He only saw a middle-aged man. Sitting on a chair in the room, he picked up a teapot and poured a cup of teapot and put it down. Looking towards Wang Lin.

This person looks like a man, his face is beardless but there is a bit of green stubble, his eyes are bright, within them it seems like there are clouds of misty smoke swaying sitting there, not speaking, but it represents majesty.

Wang Lin gaze calm, for the person in front of him can easily enter the room without being checked by himself there is any surprise, Vermilion Bird domestic, the cultivation of many deep people, Wang Lin is not the first step of the immortal path of the young child, will not be easily shocked.

The middle-aged man drank a mouthful of tea, his right index finger on the table gently nodding words without speaking.

Wang Lin was also silent and did not speak.

The room was silent kind of quiet, quiet some terrible, an invisible pressure, in the room with the middle-aged man’s right fingertip tap slowly came.

If Wang Lin hadn’t transformed into a god before, under this pressure, he would have been unable to withstand it first, and even at the early stage of transforming into a god when he entered the immortal realm, he would have had some difficulty in enduring it.

But now, Wang Lin was calm.

After a long time, the middle-aged man stood up, didn’t even look at Wang Lin, and turned around to walk out of the room. To the end, he didn’t say a single word.

After he left, Wang Lin stood up and came to the table, only to see that there, a puddle of tea spread out, revealing two words within it.

“Lose, die.”

Wang Lin was silent and wiped his right hand on the table, and the water marks disappeared.

He looked out the window at the darkness, his eyes flickering.

Just now, that middle-aged man, who definitely had an Infant Transformation stage cultivation, was, I’m afraid, that Bai Xue’s master.

The meaning of the two words left behind by this person already indicated that if he lost the battle with Red Butterfly, he would only die!

Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat aside, and meditated with his eyes closed.

A few days later, the day of the great battle came.

Above the huge altar of the Vermilion Bird Country, it was extremely lively, and the messengers from various cultivation countries that had come here were waiting for this great battle.

The Vermillion Bird Country had announced the battle between Wang Lin and Red Butterfly ten years ago, and this battle had attracted the attention of the vast majority of cultivators.

The two who fought, although they were only at the God Transformation stage of cultivation, but their identities were extremely different.

Red Butterfly, the proud daughter of the Snowy Kingdom, within the Vermilion Bird, is also considered to be the first person with natural talent. Within a hundred years of the late stage of God Transformation, known as one of the most likely candidates to reach the Questioning Stage.

Zeng Niu, the initial Ming Ming is not rumored, silent, but can obtain the immortal tripod and enter the immortal world, and break the red butterfly arm, in one fell swoop has the prestige of the name.

If it was just like this, it wouldn’t attract attention, but this Zeng Niu, when he entered the Immortal World, he was only at the early stage of Harmonized Spirit cultivation, he fought against the late stage of Harmonized Spirit at the early stage of the Harmonized Spirit, and he was also able to break the other party’s arm, and as such, he naturally became a legend.

Now, the battle between these two once again, immediately attracted the attention of all parties.

On top of that altar, Red Butterfly quietly stood on the right side, she wore a light green Aqua Palace dress, only at the bottom of the skirt cuffs bamboo a dark purple fine flower pattern, simple and plain. Green silk like waterfall, only with a water-colored ribbon gently bundled up, and then there is no other decoration on the body. Fresh and unassuming, but can not hide the face of the fragrance of the jade.

Just the breeze, the backward fluttering empty sleeves, but makes such as a picture of a person like the red butterfly, slightly flawed.

Red Butterfly’s beauty, and her talent, through the same, through the high and proud, through a hint of desperation.

In the altar periphery of the mid-air, there is a ring of white lines, on which, placed a large number of bamboo chairs, on which there have been countless people, these people have boyfriends and girlfriends, there are young and old, are all places to cultivate immortals.

From a distance, these people, even if less than a hundred, but also similar.

Although there are hundreds of people, there is no noise.

These people sit on the outer halo, the innermost halo, there are only four bamboo chairs, at the moment, the bamboo chairs are sitting on four people.

These four people, all of them were old men with white hair.

At this time, in the distance, a crane flew slowly, a young man dressed in white, stood on it, his posture was upright, his hair was tied up by a purple ribbon, although his appearance was ordinary, but he had an unspeakable temperament.

At his side, there is also a clothed woman standing, this woman looks, with the red butterfly, no less.

The immortal crane flew and hissed on the altar, and the white-clothed youth on it, his body leaped down and landed on the altar.

He was, none other than Wang Lin.

Red Butterfly looked down at the empty sleeve on her right arm, and when she looked up, her gaze flashed with a cold aura and a deeply hidden hatred. As a proud daughter of the heavens, she hadn’t tasted a single defeat among her peers before she met Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was the first person to defeat and break one of his arms. If Wang Lin had defeated her in the open, although she hated him, it wouldn’t be so strong.

But back then, Wang Lin was at her weakest time to strike, not only that, but also want to bad her dao heart, so many years, her cultivation has not progressed an inch, all of this is attributed to this Wang Lin.

This is all because of Wang Lin. Only by killing him can she restore her heart.

Wang Lin looked as normal, his gaze was calm as he stood on top of the altar and looked at Red Butterfly.

A white-haired old man on the four embroidered chairs in the inner ring swept Wang Lin and Red Butterfly with an icy gaze at this moment and opened his mouth and said, “Old man Vermilion Bird Mountain Elder Gongsun Broken is the adjudicator of this battle between the two of you.”

He pinched his right hand and made a point in the air, and immediately, above the altar, between Wang Lin and Red Butterfly, a door of light appeared.

“Go in, there, it’s your battlefield!” After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

Without saying anything, Red Butterfly sent her body into the light door and disappeared.

Wang Lin’s gaze was calm as he carefully looked at the light door and stepped in.

After the two of them both entered, the light door immediately became larger and covered the entire altar, revealing a deep and desolate place within it, and from the outside, through this light door, one could clearly see all the scenes within it.

After Wang Lin entered the light door, he immediately realized that this light door should be a teleportation array, and when he appeared, what was displayed in front of him was a deep, desolate mountain.

The surroundings were quiet, the sky was dim and lightless, and an irritating aura shrouded the sky.

A huge ancient tree grew in a staggered manner all around, and ten feet away, there was a bucket-thick red striped python, writhing its body, dangling its head from the branches of the tree, spitting out its core, and with its icy eyes, it looked at Wang Lin.

“Zeng Niu!” Above the sky, a dainty cry came from the sky!

Wang Lin’s body moved and got up to fly into midair, only to see a red aura in the sky, quickly rushing in at an extremely fast speed, before the person arrived, a wave of icy cold air spread out.

These cold air turned into a thumb-sized particles, quickly took shape, and immediately coalesced ten feet in front of Wang Lin, turning into a huge ice sculpture giant.

This giant was more than ten feet tall and had an expressionless face, but its huge fist was swung and struck toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin’s gaze flashed and his body retreated.

At the top of the giant’s head, a red aura flashed and the red butterfly appeared, a cold aura appeared in her eyes and she stared at Wang Lin, and when she spat out of her mouth, a brightly colored aura flew out at once, transforming into an ice rose that landed in front of the red butterfly.

She made up her mind that she would never fight with this Zeng Niu, but rather, she would be quick and kill this person as fast as possible.

As the ice giant’s fist blasted out, Red Butterfly’s left hand gently picked off a petal of the rose and threw it forward, immediately, the petal was like a boat in the middle of a big wave, drifting and flying forward.

Wang Lin lightly grunted, his right hand flipped, the forbidden streamer appeared, and under the wave, the forbidden gas immediately materialized, turning into an evil dragon, interlacing together to form a huge black fist, and that giant’s fist blasted in one place.

“Bang!”

A shocking loud sound was transmitted out, the ancient trees in the sky below, immediately snapped, even that giant python, was also under a shock, its body tumbled and twisted on the ground, on its body, there were multiple blood marks, these wounds, were born out of the shock.

The huge impact caused the ice giant’s body to immediately take a step back, and on his fist, traces of cracks appeared, and a piece of ice, fell from it, as if it was flying ice crystals.

Wang Lin shook his hand, and the fist that was transformed by the forbidden qi collapsed, a huge force was transmitted to the forbidden streamer, but he heard several clicks, and cracks appeared in the forbidden streamer.

“This is a magic treasure made by my Snow Region Kingdom after five hundred years, the Ice God! Zeng Niu, today you will surely die!” Red Butterfly’s eyes flashed with a cold aura, her jade hand pointed at the void, and immediately, the flying rose petals, immediately changed.