Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 109 Dark Spiritual Root, Wang Chan!

Dong Xuan'er looked puzzled and couldn't help pouting: "Aren't we all guests? Why are you so cruel?"

Yan Ling blushed and could not help shouting angrily: "Of course not, these people came here on their own and injured many of our brothers."

Yan Ling chattered non-stop, as if she had someone to vent her anger to.

"Originally, there would be no problem with casualties in the competition, but these people practiced evil and sinister techniques, and every defeated disciple was either dead or injured."

There was a flash of anger in Yan Yu's eyes, and it was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the actions of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"It's still early, why don't we go and see what these people have in mind?"

Having said that, Wang Lin couldn't help but glance at Han Li beside him and spoke.

Seeing this, Han Li immediately asked Yan Yu, "Brother Yan, would it be convenient for us to go and observe?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Yu was very decisive and agreed directly:
"Of course you can. The one competing this time is one of my cousins, who ranks in the top ten in the martial arts hall."

Next, the group of six successfully landed near the competition venue.

In addition to the disciples of the Guiling Sect and the Yan Family, there are also many disciples from the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

At this moment, a plump female cultivator came up quickly.

Wang Lin looked sideways and saw that the person coming was Wan He who had parted with him from Tainan Valley.

Now that both of them are disciples of the seven sects, they can actually call each other senior and junior brothers and sisters.

Dong Xuan'er, who was beside him, looked at Wan He who was walking towards him with lotus steps, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Because Wan He's appearance is not inferior to hers.

There are even some advantages.

"Junior Sister Wan, how are you?"

Wang Lin smiled and cupped his hands, then looked towards Wan He.

After not seeing each other for nearly ten years, Wanhe has matured a lot.

Every frown and smile has a unique flavor.

As for cultivation, Wanhe's practice went smoothly and he has entered the initial stage of foundation building.

But the journey of cultivation is full of dangers.

The treasure hunt he participated in this time turned out to be a huge trap.

In the original novel, of the seven disciples who came here, only Han Li and Dong Xuan'er survived.

If I hadn't come here, Wanhe might have died here.

"Hoohoo!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a whistling sound from the arena.

Wang Lin looked up and saw that the Yan family disciple was performing the earth-based skills to perfection.

A huge stone about ten feet in size, like a millstone, condensed in front of him.

As he waved his hands, huge rocks rushed through the void and smashed towards the opposite side.

And its defensive means are also quite extraordinary.

He raised a triangular yellow flag in front of him, and gusts of yellow wind blew out, enveloping him.

Looking at the huge rock coming towards him, the man in green robe sneered a few times.

Several jets of dark mist emerged from his body, like poisonous snakes, constantly interweaving and weaving a pitch-black net in front of him.

The oncoming boulders were deflected away.

"It's my turn!"

Seeing that the Yan family disciples were just attacking, the man in green robe sneered and waved his sleeves.

White skulls flew out of the storage bag.

Floating in front of you.

The man in green robe opened his mouth slightly and spat a stream of blood onto the skull.

"Buzz!"

As the buzzing sound rang out, a surging blackness spewed out from the mouth of the skull. The black mist swirled around, covering the sky and the earth, completely enveloping the entire arena.

Seeing such power, the Yan family disciple's expression changed slightly, and he immediately took out a green and yellow paper fan.

The spiritual power penetrated into the paper, and it grew in the wind, becoming the size of a person in the blink of an eye.

Hold the paper fan with both arms and wave it vigorously.

"Hoohoo!"

Every time the fan was waved, thick purple mist emerged from it.

The purple mist surged and easily dispersed the black mist, then enveloped the green-robed man.

From a distance, it looks like a huge purple ball.

The green-robed weirdo was wrapped in black air, and the purple mist could not penetrate him for a while. The green mist and black air intertwined and rolled, as if they both had life.

However, as time went by, the green mist gradually gained the upper hand, and the black gas could be seen shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the Yan family had the upper hand, Yan Yu looked proud, raised his eyebrows, and said complacently:

"This top-level magic weapon of my cousin is extremely powerful. The poisonous mist it generates is enough to melt the skin and flesh if it touches you. It is extremely powerful."

Listening to Yan Yu's boastful words, Wan He's beautiful eyes turned and she looked at Wang Lin and asked:
"Brother Wang, who do you think will win?"

Wang Lin looked at Wan He, then glanced at Yan Yu, and said calmly: "Although the magic weapon is powerful, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. If the green-robed man can take out other powerful magic weapons, he can gain the upper hand."

Hearing this, Yan Yu showed a hint of annoyance on his face, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that what he said made some sense.

Although my cousin had the upper hand, he was unable to win for a long time.

For a moment, I felt a little confused.

While several people were talking, the situation on the field changed again.

The black mist covering the green-robed figure disappeared in an instant.

Then the green-robed man was fully revealed, with several skulls on his body constantly opening their mouths, swallowing the surrounding black air.

"You dare to show off your poison mist in front of my Ghost Spirit Sect?"

The man in green robe sneered and patted the skull in front of him with both hands.

"Buzz!"

As the buzzing sounds began, the skull grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it became the size of a wheel.

Above the pale skull, there was a faint hint of black mist.

As the skull opened its mouth and continued to swallow, the purple mist gushing out of the fan was swallowed into its mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the Yan family disciples on the stage saw this scene, their faces changed slightly and they became extremely anxious.

He quickly controlled the precious fan in his hand and hurriedly took back the green mist in the air.

But it was obviously a step too late. In just a few breaths, 30% of the poisonous fog had been swallowed up.

The light of the precious fan was dim, and it was obvious that it was seriously damaged.

Before he could feel the pain, he saw the huge skull turned into several white shadows and appeared in front of the Yan family disciples.

"Huh! Huh!"

Several streaks of light flashed by, instantly shattering the protective spiritual light on the chest of the Yan family disciple.

With a "plop" sound, the powerful impact force turned it into a stream of light and flew backwards quickly.

Landed hard.

Seeing the Yan family member defeated, someone immediately flew up, supported the injured, and retreated.

"The Taoism of the Ghost Spirit Sect is truly exquisite. Is the sixth round about to begin?"

At this moment, an old-looking elder of the Yan family walked over from a distance.

Wang Lin's heart moved slightly and he looked sideways.

A man from the Ghost Spirit Sect walked out slowly and waved his hand gently, "Forget it. Let's wait for the disciples of the Yan Family's Life and Death Hall to arrive for the remaining five rounds. I have heard of the Yan Family's blood monk for a long time."

Wang Chan was wearing a silver ghost mask and a faint blood light emanated from his body.

(End of this chapter)