After doing all this, Wang Lin's face became even more serious. His eyes flashed and he stared at the formation that appeared on the scabbard. He made gestures with both hands and spit out a blue spiritual energy. As soon as the spiritual energy appeared, he just touched the scabbard, and a ball of blue fire suddenly burned from the inside to the outside.

It is actually somewhat inappropriate to say that it is fire, because it has a flame-like appearance and does not have the temperature of fire. On the contrary, as soon as the blue fire appears, the temperature around it immediately drops, and gusts of cold currents continue to surge.

Wang Lin carefully controlled the cold fire without blinking and began to sacrifice and refine.

He imitated the Danhuo of the Dan-Jing Dan-stage monk and tried it on his own. Because there was no one to discuss, Wang Lin was extremely careful. He had just calculated for a long time and believed that in theory his coldhuo should be able to sacrifice weapons.

Time passed slowly. Three days later, Ye Zizai's figure on the plain outside the Simon Sect cut through the sky like a meteor. After landing, he stepped on his feet and suddenly lost his trace.

When he appeared again, he was already in his retreat in the Corpse Yin Sect. Ye Zizai's face was unstable, and he silently calculated the gains and losses of joining forces with the other three sects of Demonic Dao along the way.

The qualifying match that entered the extraterritorial battlefield a hundred years ago, the Magic Dao won, but this time, due to the appearance of Park Nanzi, there was an additional Xuandao Sect, which added a lot of variables. It is still unknown what the final outcome will be.

Frowning, he frowned, and pointed his forehead with his right hand and said to himself, "Then Park Nanzi, are you sure to kill it?"

A hoarse voice came from Ye Zizai's body: "Although that junior only has the middle stage of the Nascent Soul cultivation, it has reached its peak. If he is lucky, he will definitely enter the late stage within a hundred years and become the ultimate master of the third-level cultivation country. If I swallow it, I will naturally not take him seriously, but now it is hard to say."

Ye Zizai remained silent. After a long time, he flipped his right hand and took out a jade slip. The jade slip was green all over, with small blood-colored runes flashing continuously on it.

"The disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage from the seventy-seven to ninety-nine caves should go to the thirty-six caves to gather." Ye Zizai finished speaking, pondered for a moment, looked at Ah Dai, who had been sealed in the corner of his retreat for several days, and had made a decision in his heart. He took out a jade slip again, put it on his forehead a little, and threw it out.

Mu Yong was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, and the jade slip in the storage bag flew out on his own. His face changed slightly, and after picking it up, his face was unstable. After a long time, he sighed and said to himself: "Fortunately, I broke through the early stage of foundation building three years ago, and jumped from 87 holes into 72 holes. Otherwise, my life would be over this time."

Suddenly, a ray of blue smoke appeared silently in front of him and turned into a jade slip.

Mu Yong was stunned. After taking it, he concentrated on his mind and sneered immediately. Without saying a word, he turned around and flew quickly towards Wang Lin's cultivation place.

Not long after, he came to the cave where Wang Lin was. He looked at the closed entrance. Mu Yong reached out and pressed it on it. His spiritual power was slightly scattered. After several times, he said loudly: "Master, the ancestor summoned the disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage to gather at the 36 caves. I'll come to guide you."

After a while, he saw that the other party had no reaction and frowned. Through the message sent to him by the ancestor just now, Wang Lin was not pleasing. In addition, the ancestor had left and specifically instructed several Foundation Establishment disciples, including him, to control the surrounding passages. This shows that Wang Lin was actually no different from the prisoner.

But Murong is very scheming and will naturally not be revealed in language.

At this moment, the closed cave entrance made a crackling sound, extending to both sides, slowly opening, and Wang Lin walked out with a tired look on his face.

Mu Yong glanced at Wang Lin and smiled and said, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Lin did not answer this question, but took out a dark blue jade slip and said, "I hope Brother Mu will lead the way in the direction of the thirty-six holes."

Mu Yong didn't care, nodded and walked sideways ahead.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he sneered a few times in his heart, and followed. Although his scabbard has not been completely refined in the past few days, it has deepened from three-fifths to four-fifths, and the power of the flying sword has increased a lot.

Walking in one cave after another, after a while, the two of them came to a huge cave with sixteen stone pillars standing inside, and a blue fireball floated on each stone pillar.

The faint light overflowed, illuminating the place with a gloomy aura.

There were about twenty people standing neatly in the cave, and there was a coffin floating behind each. The shapes of the coffin were different, but they all emitted a strong aura.

After bringing Wang Lin here, Mu Yong glanced at the people with complicated eyes, and turned around and left without saying a word.

Wang Lin frowned. He always felt something was wrong. He looked at everyone carefully. The more he looked at him, the more he became more confused. Most of them were obviously just entering the foundation-building stage. What’s strange is that most of these people have a dull expression and have no spirituality at all.

As for the monks in the middle stage of foundation building, there are not one monks in the middle stage of foundation building, but there are three monks in the late stage of foundation building. These three people are obviously different from others, just like the difference between dead people and living people.

Wang Lin's pupils contracted slightly, and at this moment, sixteen fireballs around him suddenly darkened, and then Ye Zizai's figure appeared silently in the air. The moment he appeared, Wang Lin noticed that most of the disciples were full of fanatic eyes.

Ye Zizai glanced at Wang Lin and glanced at him more. Then he said in a plain voice: "The extraterritorial battlefield that is once a hundred years is about to begin. In order to seize the qualification to enter, he needs to compete with the righteous path. According to the past practice, the Dan-Jing stage and the Nascent Soul stage are not allowed to participate. In the future, you will be sent to the gathering place of the Four Demonic Sects. After you arrive there, all actions related to my Corpse Yin Sect will be led by Du Chen, Du Chen, come out."

A middle-aged man in black slowly walked out of the team. Wang Lin glanced at him. This middle-aged man was one of the three late-stage monks in the foundation-building stage and had entered the realm of false alchemy.

"This is the token to enter the extraterritorial battlefield. Please take it well. Remember, the fundamental purpose of this competition is to grab the opponent's token. In addition, you must be careful of the other three sects of the Demonic Dao. Anyone who kills five enemies can gain soul freedom." Ye Zizai finished speaking, threw a token to the middle-aged man, and then took out three jade slips, his eyes were cold, and he suddenly stared at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, looking at Ye Zizai without saying a word.

"A trace of souls of everyone here is within this jade slip, and only one is missing is you." Ye Zizai said in a gentle tone.

Without saying a word, Wang Lin bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a wisp of blood. When his right hand was on his forehead, a yellow light suddenly shone, and the blood spurted out immediately condensed together, forming a golden blood bead.

This secret method to remove a trace of soul has a detailed record on the dark blue jade slip that Ye Zizai gave him before.

Wang Lin pointed to the golden blood bead, and suddenly the blood bead drew a golden rainbow and shot on a jade slip in Ye Zizai's hand. Ye Zizai was stunned and looked at Wang Lin deeply. He didn't expect that the other party was so straightforward. He originally planned to kill him directly if the other party resisted. He had already made a decision in his mind that he would no longer use the other party as a furnace cauldron or a corpse puppet to live in. After all, in his opinion, Wang Lin's qualifications were not excellent in addition to the pure practice of his practice. Among the furnace cauldron and corpse puppets he prepared, he was much better than Wang Lin's qualifications, so after making a choice, he decided to choose Ah Dai.

At this moment, seeing the other person knowing the tact, Ye Zizai glanced at Wang Lin, then swung his sleeves, and the cave suddenly shook. A round giant door appeared, and the inside of the door was dark, emitting waves of suction and pulling force.

He threw the three jade slips in his hand that sealed the souls of everyone and threw them at Du Chen and the other two in the crowd. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and the other two were the remaining late-stage cultivators in the foundation building.

Wang Lin's doubts became even stronger. He remained silent and silently remembered one of the late-stage monks in the foundation building stage. The jade slip that sealed Wang Lin's soul was in the hands of the other party.

"Get in, I'll wait for your good news." Ye Zizai said lightly.

Du Chen nodded respectfully, then stepped into the Giant Gate first, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wang Lin looked as usual, but without any hesitation under his feet, he followed everyone into the Jumen and disappeared from the Corpse Yin Sect.

After everyone left, the hoarse voice in the cave echoed.

"Ye Zizai, with these more than 20 puppets, and with that kid's flesh and blood as a guide, these puppets will definitely be crazy after absorbing them, and their cultivation will instantly stimulate the realm of false pills. The qualification of this extraterritorial battlefield is firmly occupied by the Corpse Yin Sect."

Ye Zizai's tone was plain and said, "The cold and cold energy in Wang Lin's body is extremely pure. There must be a secret on his body. If I had encountered it a few years ago, I might still be interested in investigating it. But now I can't live for three months. The day when the battlefield outside the domain is opened is the time to be completely swallowed, so all this is no longer important. Since I have decided not to choose him as the furnace and cauldron, I will simply use him as the doll to increase my cultivation level to the human puppet.

Rakshasa, I ask you to upgrade Ah Dai to the Dan Killing Stage, he will be my furnace cauldron. As for the corpse puppet, I hope you will enter and help me choose one after the battlefield outside the domain is opened. In exchange, I will go to the dull jungle to help Lord Zi devour my junior brother Wu Yu."

The hoarse voice laughed wildly and agreed.

Cassin Valley is located in the south of Zhao State. It has a huge valley, and there are even several dense forests and flowing water. As the battle site for the extraterritorial qualifiers that once every centenary, it is surrounded by fog all year round.

At this time, a giant gate suddenly appeared out of thin air on a clearing ground on the north side of the valley, and one monk after another with a coffin floating behind him walked out.

After the last person came out, the Jumen gradually turned into light and slowly disappeared.
Chapter completed!