Chapter 382 – Extreme Realm and Death Spell Technique

Wang Lin’s dao heart was known to no one but himself.

Regarding Liu Mei’s appearance, Wang Lin felt gloomy in his heart, the Vermillion Bird Kingdom seemed like a behemoth that loomed over the Vermillion Bird Star, and anyone, no matter where they were, could feel the pressure from the Vermillion Bird Kingdom.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the feeling. Although the previous line from the Vermilion Bird Kingdom was short, that invisible sense of crisis was fresh in Wang Lin’s mind.

Whether it was in the cultivation mansion that was all mute or in the battle with Red Butterfly, Wang Lin always had that feeling of being overwhelmed.

This feeling was like a black curtain that shrouded the sky, and unless one possessed a sharp sword that broke the black curtain and tore it apart, it was impossible to resist.

Vermillion Bird Kingdom, Vermillion Bird Star Overlord!

Only, in Wang Lin’s opinion, although the Vermillion Bird was the overlord, a dead aura was shrouded within its country, and this dead aura wasn’t the unusual meaning of life and death, but rather, it was an epiphany, an epiphany that had lost its change and its vitality.

“This Vermilion Bird Country, I’m afraid that it has come to the end of the road ……” Wang Lin raised his head, his gaze looking into the distance, there, the direction where the Vermilion Bird Country is located.

Two days later, Soul Refining Sect Grand Competition opened, tens of thousands of peripheral disciples, set up a total of hundreds of battlefield, every day, there are several exchanges. Among these peripheral disciples, there were casual cultivators and people from cultivation clans who came to the Soul Refining Sect for the purpose of this day.

Refinement Sect for the big competition of the peripheral disciples, the rules are only one, as long as you can win, lose life and death regardless, victory want to kill, as long as you have the ability to be afraid to kill all the people, but also will not interfere in the slightest.

Even. In the peripheral disciples also circulated a rumor. Participating in the killing more. The more you kill, the more certain you are that you will be selected if you are able to kill along the way. The strongest person who fought without a single survivor. Then. His chances of entering the inner sect. Will reach an incredible height.

This rumor. At the time of every Grand Competition, it would be circulated. In fact many years back. There was a killing star among the outer disciples. All the way directly killed to the final duel although failed. But it was also the same to be included in the inner door.

That time the exception income, immediately make this rumor seems to have grown wings. Rapidly spread out.

Every time the big competition tens of thousands of outer disciples. More than half were able to survive! There was not a single exception! The remainder of the Grand Competition. You need to pay more spirit stones to keep your status as a peripheral disciple. Strive for the next big competition. You can enter the inner sect.

For countless years. How many peripheral disciples have died in the Great Competition, no one can count, and no one knows after the Great Competition. The soul of the soul refining sect on the soul streamer. How much has …… been added?

The entire Soul Refining Sect is in this cruel way. It was continuously growing.

Every day, a large number of peripheral disciples died, and hundreds of battle grounds were almost filled with blood. Wang Lin had been observing throughout the past few days, and for every death, that person’s soul would be absorbed by the battlefield platform and disappear.

On this day, it was the day that Wang Lin took the field, he silently floated up and landed on the left side of the platform. A JieDan cultivator wearing a black robe was the inner disciple who presided over this field, he coldly swept a glance at Wang Lin and was shocked inwardly, in his opinion, this person’s cultivation was on par with his own, it was not rare to see this kind of cultivation in the peripheral disciples, he said under his breath, “8972, meet the battle!”

A low drink came out from the surrounding disciples, immediately afterward, a short and fat person, leapt out, as if a huge meatball boomed down on the platform, he did not speak at all, immediately after he appeared, his hands pinched the knob, and a ball of fire immediately appeared from in front of him, as if it was a rain of fire, under his finger, it smashed towards Wang Lin.

“Late Foundation stage ……,” Wang Lin shook his head, he fixed his cultivation at the middle JieDan stage in order to enter the inner sect this time, at this moment, with a wave of his right hand, his body had already jumped off the platform.

The moment his body left, the short and fat cultivator’s whole body trembled, the fireballs in the sky suddenly disappeared, his head tilted and he collapsed on the ground unconscious.

Wang Lin didn’t kill anyone, it was shameful to kill a late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

As time passed, a large number of outer disciples died, and after seven days, tens of thousands of disciples, except for one hundred who had entered the next round, had already died by fifty percent.

The remaining ones, all of them had either given up early, or were both defeated, which was why they didn’t die.

During these seven days, there were four people from the peripheral disciples that caused the Soul Refining Sect to look sideways.

Four people, one of them, is a head full of gray old, he has a late JieDan cultivation, all the way up, all the people encountered by him to the same kind of spell to kill, this spell seems to be some kind of wonderful magical powers, just a little bit of space, mouth lightly spit a “death” word, the other party immediately died.

The moment Wang Lin saw this spell, his mind immediately thought of the Extreme Realm! He was stunned, but after looking carefully, he realized that although this divine ability was similar to the Extreme Realm, it was very different.

“Death spell art?” Wang Lin guessed the name of this spell after pondering.

Back then, when he was in the Sea of Demon Cultivation, his Extreme Realm was mistakenly thought to be this spell, and it was only then that some of the things about the Deadly Mantra Technique were understood by Wang Lin.

This Deadly Mantra Technique is extremely difficult to refine, and it was the first time Wang Lin had seen someone use it in his 500 years of cultivation. Another person, is a short, dry and thin teenager, this teenager cultivation is only the early stage of JieDan, but there is a seemingly wild beast intuition, for any spell, always in the other party before the show, will feel the fluctuation of spiritual power in advance, make countermeasures.

If you are facing a high-level cultivator, perhaps this intuition is not useful, but for the same level, it is the general occupation of the sky, no harm.

With Wang Lin’s determination, the moment he saw this teenager, he couldn’t help but raise a trace of love for talent, and moved the idea of accepting a disciple, only to be abandoned by him in the end.

The third person, Wang Lin is familiar with, this person is that 743 cave mangy, this person has a magic treasure, this magic treasure is a talisman, under the use of, all the way to kill countless, all with him against the battle, are killed.

As for the last one, is Wang Lin himself, lightly like all the way encountered any disciple, are a wave, will make each other unconscious, so, naturally cause others to pay attention.

However, this is also Wang Lin deliberately for, only the other side attention, then finally get into the inner door of the qualification, will not let people feel surprised.

As for that Willow Eyebrows, Lin believed that his contact with himself must have a purpose, even if he didn’t show up in the Grand Competition, there would definitely be a way to enter the inner sect.

Time rushed by, another seven days passed, and the hundred selected disciples were once again brutally eliminated, and in the end, only four people remained.

Coincidentally, the remaining four were the very same four who had been noticed by the Soul Refining Sect.

On this day, it was the time for Wang to take the stage, he stood on the platform, looking at the cultivator who walked up to this stage, and the corner of his mouth, revealed an odd smile.

The person who stepped onto the platform was no other than that 743 Cave Mangan.

The person presiding over this competition was an early YuanYing cultivator from the Soul Refining Sect, this person was already in his middle age with gray sideburns, and with a sweep of his gaze, he said in a cold voice, “Let’s begin.”

As soon as his words fell, that mangy man immediately laughed bitterly, sighed inwardly, and hurriedly said, “I admit defeat!”

That YuanYing cultivator was stunned, glanced at the manghan and said, “You admit defeat?”

Mang Han hurriedly nodded his head and said, “I admit defeat.” Saying that, he quickly walked a few steps, down the platform, his heart beating wildly, secretly the old man now in the body there is still that kid’s prohibition exists, must admit defeat, otherwise the other side of the mind, without the need to make a move, the old man will be wasted in there.

After getting off the stage, he immediately revealed a pleasing color looking at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin smiled dumbly, shook his head slightly, and walked off the platform. That YuanYing cultivator looked deeply at Wang Lin, didn’t say anything, and continued to host the next game.

The old man who had mastered the death spell technique and the teenager who possessed terrifying intuition, the battle between the two of them was extremely fast.

The teenager was simply unable to resist the power of the death spell technique, and in the end, at the moment he was about to die, he was saved by a spiritual light that suddenly flew out from within the Soul Refining Sect and surrounded him.

At this point, there were only two people left in this outer disciple competition, Wang Lin, and the old man called Sima.

The battle between the two, on the second day, unfolded.

On top of the platform, Sima’s gaze was gloomy, he had been practicing the death spell technique for many years, for today’s moment, once he won the final victory and became an inner disciple of the Soul Refining Sect, he believed that he would have the day of infancy.

Moreover, the Soul Refining Sect’s Soul Streamer Art, and the Death Mantra Art that he practiced had a place of intermingling, according to his master’s words, practicing at the same time, the effect would reach an incredible degree, only a hair’s breadth away from the extreme realm of legends that had been lost for countless years!

Thinking of his master, Sima’s eyes showed a trace of fervor, his master in his eyes, incomparably powerful, YuanYing cultivators in the master a death word exit, will also immediately collapse, even if it is the God of Transformation cultivator, also very few and can escape.

In his thought, the cultivation of his master, absolutely qualified to challenge the Infant Transformation old monster.

“Death spell technique, unless the other party’s cultivation far exceeds yours, no one can block it, for the master’s many years of research, this death spell technique is a divine ability that was created by the ancient cultivators who mimicked the Extreme Realm back then after they had failed to refer to the Extreme Realm, if they can cultivate it to the extremes, they might be able to obtain a trace of the Extreme Realm’s power.”

His master’s words, always ringing in his ears, Sima’s gaze was firm as he looked towards the last enemy of this battle.

The youth in front of him called Qing Mu, he did not place in his eyes at all, his gaze flashed with murderous intent, his right hand pointed, and he shouted in a low voice, “Die!”

The Death Spell Technique, along with the words in his mouth, was suddenly vented out.