Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Time is like water.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye.

"call!"

Wang Lin exhaled lightly and slowly opened his eyes.

An attribute bar visible only to oneself appeared in mid-air.

[Wang Lin]

[Spiritual roots: Fire, Earth, Wood (equivalent to two spiritual roots)]

[True body: Rahu's true body]

[Constitution: Ice Dragon Bloodline (Mana, [Yang] [Ice] cultivation speed, power increased 15 times, True Fire power increased 50%), Star Pupil (Four-Star Seal)]

[Kung Fu: "Heavenly Phoenix Art", "Dragon Transformation Art", "Dayan Art (fourth level)"]

[Body Refining Technique: "Bone Tempering Technique" and "Golden Lotus Relics" (Fourth Level)]

[Cultivation: Mid-stage Nascent Soul]

[Magic Powers: Fire of Heavenly Phoenix, Qi of Frost Glass, Divine Light of Shouting Eyes, Soul Binding and Zombie Removal (Snake, Black Bone, Demon Nightshade)]

[No available copies, can be copied again after breaking through the God Transformation Stage]

Looking at the attribute bar in front of him, a smile appeared on Wang Lin's lips.

"Finally broke through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

With Wang Lin's physique and supernatural powers, even though he is only a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, even a great Nascent Soul cultivator is no match for Wang Lin.

Perhaps only the cultivator in the God Transformation Stage can pose a threat to me.

"Boom!"

Wang Lin waved his sleeves and opened the stone door in front of him.

Walked to the center of the stalactite cave.

A spiritual spring gushed out from the ground.

Just looking at it or smelling it makes you feel refreshed.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and looked towards the caves in the distance.

All the women are in seclusion and have not come out yet.

"According to the time node, the opportunity I can get now is not bad."

Wang Lin touched his chin and muttered to himself.

The Demon Valley dungeon has not yet been opened, and it will take a few years for Master Cangkun's cave to be opened.

"It seems that the only ones left are Zhimu Yuanying and Nangong Wan."

In addition, when the Wood Spirit Infant appears, Liu Yu will also appear with the six-winged Frost Centipede which has the blood of the Ice Dragon.

My own Dragon Transformation Technique is just lacking the blood of a true dragon.

Nature is not to be missed in any case.

As for the Five Elements Spirit Infant, I also have a plan.

With this in mind, Wang Lin shook his wrist, and one by one the jade talismans for transmitting sound turned into several streams of light and fled towards the cave dwellings of the women.

After informing the girls, Wang Lin's figure flashed and turned into a phantom, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

A month later.

The western part of Yuanwu Kingdom.

Zidao Mountain stands majestically, hidden deep in the clouds.

This mountain is shrouded in light purple poisonous fog all year round. Anyone who steps into it will die.

The local residents are aware of the dangers of the purple fog and dare not enter the mountain easily.

However, there are also outsiders who are unaware of the situation and mistakenly enter this place and eventually lose their lives here.

Uninformed outsiders mistakenly entered this place and eventually died in this mysterious mountain range.

Recently, Zidao Mountain has become extremely lively.

In places where few people go, monks frequently appear.

After a series of loud shouts, a red light flashed, and something that looked like an invitation disappeared into the thick fog.

The nearest mortal town is called "Taihe"

Although this city is small, with a radius of only more than ten miles, it has no more than tens of thousands of residents.

However, the city has all the taverns, inns, etc., and nothing is missing.

"A'er" was a waiter in an inn called "Yongqu" in Taihe City.

Despite his young age, at only eighteen or nineteen years old, he has been working here for three or four years.

At this time, he, looking a little thin, was leaning against the door of the inn, weakly calling on passers-by to check into the inn.

It’s not that Ah Er is lazy, it’s just the hottest time of the year.

In such a scorching sun, after shouting on the street for a while, I was already exhausted.

Ah Er glanced at the gray sky, muttered to himself, and became more listless.

I saw three strange people appear in front of me without knowing when.

A man wearing a high hat and linen clothes, short and fat, like a big soft ball.

The other one was bald, barefoot, with big eyes and thick flesh, and was about ten feet tall.

The last one was wearing a black robe and looked like a handsome young man.

"Would the three of you like to stay at the hotel?"

It’s not for nothing that Ah Er has been a clerk for so many years. After being startled, he immediately said with a smile on his face.

"Nonsense, the three of us are not staying at the hotel, why should we come here?"

The short and fat man, who looked like a meatball, glared and threw a large piece of silver directly into Ah Er's arms, and said impatiently.

"Yes, yes! Please come in, three immortals. The spiritual tea and immortal fruit will be served immediately."

Before Ah Er could respond, the shopkeeper, who had already noticed the noise outside the door, snatched the silver from Ah Er and said with a flattering look on his face.

Ah Er was very skillful and soon prepared a table full of sumptuous spiritual food.

The three of them were sitting on either side of the table, not saying a word.

"Brother Wang, my two brothers know that you are going to the Fu family to celebrate his birthday, so we are traveling together."

The big man stared at Wang Lin with his eyes wide open, and said in a muffled voice, "We have been together for a few days, and I only thought that you were a casual cultivator. I wonder where you practiced before?"

Listening to the two people's inquiries, Wang Lin smiled and replied:

"Wang was a cultivator from Yue Country before, and only recently came to Yuanwu Country. It's normal that you two fellow Taoists don't know about this."

If it wasn’t for the purpose of not affecting the plot, I would have missed the Wood Spirit Infant.

Why should I waste time talking to these two low-level monks?

After eating and drinking, Wang Lin returned to the house alone, leaving the two of them alone.

The moment Wang Lin walked out of the door, the short and fat monk's smiling face instantly disappeared.

Instead, his face was full of ruthlessness.

Then he took out a talisman from his arms.

He pinched his hands and made some magic gestures, which then turned into a stream of white light, completely covering the entire room.

Then the two of them started to plan how to get rid of Wang Lin, killing him and looting his property.

It’s a pity that the two of them didn’t know.

In Wang Lin’s eyes, the person the two men were plotting against was a cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

Two more days passed like this.

The two found an excuse to visit scenic spots and took Wang Lin out of the inn.

Wang Lin was naturally well aware of this and rarely refused.

The three of them left the inn with laughter and headed straight for the so-called "place of interest". As the number of cultivators in the vicinity gradually increased, the two of them took great pains to lead Wang Lin out of the small town for more than a hundred miles in one breath.

After a while, they arrived at a hidden valley.

It has to be said that the valley before him was indeed quite charming, but the crude formation restrictions did disturb Wang Lin's interest.

Wang Lin folded his arms, glanced at the short and fat monk who was constantly boasting beside him, and suddenly said with a half-smile:
"The scenery here is really nice, and it's also hidden enough. If I kill someone here and then destroy the body, no one will find out."

Upon hearing this, the two of them changed their expressions instantly and asked:

"Brother Wang, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you have misunderstood my two brothers?"

"Haha! This is really interesting. I was just taking a rest here, but I actually saw a scene of murder and treasure-stealing."

Just then, a crisp laugh suddenly rang out.

"But what's funny is that two Foundation Establishment cultivators are actually targeting a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

The voice was very childish, like the sound of a little girl laughing.

Hearing this, Wang Lin's expression remained calm, with a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

After all the effort, he finally waited for this wood spirit infant to show up.

In comparison, the short and fat monk and the bald man were as if struck by lightning, and their faces turned pale and bloodless.

"Nascent Soul Stage Monk?"

The short and fat monk screamed, then stared at Wang Lin as if he had seen a ghost.

"How is this possible? He is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. His accomplices must have lied to scare us on purpose."

The bald man was also panicked, but then he thought of something and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Who? Who is playing tricks? How dare they play tricks on me, Peng Yi and Shuang Xiong."

The short and fat monk's face regained some color, and as he spoke, he raised a small black shield and blocked it in front of him.

"Well, I'm a little hungry. It would be a great blessing if you three could let me enjoy some!"

At this point, the girl's voice changed, and she said, "Tsk tsk, I haven't tasted a cultivator's Nascent Soul for a long time. I really miss that taste!"

"hehe!"

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back, a sneer appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he waved his sleeves. A dazzling golden thunder enveloped his body.

The aura belonging to the Nascent Soul stage continued to surge out of Wang Lin's body at this moment.

Feeling that powerful aura, the two of them changed their expressions instantly, and they quickly knelt on the ground with a plop, begging continuously:
"Please spare my life, Senior. I really didn't recognize the real master. I didn't mean to offend you..."

In response to the two men's pleas for mercy, Wang Lin remained expressionless and waved his sleeves.

A light golden stream of light instantly enveloped the two of them.

As the evil-repelling divine thunder surged, the two of them let out a sharp scream and disappeared on the spot.

Seeing the two people die, the girl showed dissatisfaction and couldn't help complaining:

"It's such a pity. The soul of this foundation-building cultivator is also a great tonic."

Wang Lin raised his lips slightly, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at a small tree not far away, chuckled and said:
"The minions have been dealt with, now it's time to deal with you."

The girl's voice stopped abruptly, and after a moment, it sounded coldly.

"How did you discover my 'Dazzling Light Transformation Technique'? Normally, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage would not be able to see through it."

Wang Lin folded his arms and said coldly, "Don't tell me how I found out. Just surrender."

"You are just a Nascent Soul cultivator, but you are so arrogant. I wonder what it would feel like if your Nascent Soul was devoured."

The girl's voice suddenly became gloomy, and at the same time, the small tree flashed green light, shrank and deformed, and turned into a little man only half a foot tall.

This little person had a delicate face, long hair, and a body covered in green light, as if he was naked. The girl's voice came from this little person's mouth.

"You are the first Nascent Soul cultivator I have seen since I woke up. I don't know if you are unlucky or I am lucky!"

The villain looked at Wang Lin and said leisurely.

"Of course it's your bad luck."

Wang Lin slowly raised his right hand, and the golden evil-repelling divine thunder instantly moved between his palms.

From a distance, it looks like a flexible golden snake.

"You are a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. I wonder if after devouring your Nascent Soul, can I break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in one fell swoop?"

The green little man ignored Wang Lin’s words, but stared greedily at Wang Lin’s Dantian, as if he could see directly into his Nascent Soul.

"Swallow my Nascent Soul? Aren't you afraid of bursting your stomach?"

Wang Lin laughed out of anger when he heard this, and clapped his hands, and a low roar suddenly sounded.

An extremely thick, light golden arc of electricity appeared between his palms.

"Golden lightning? I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember where it is."

When the green man saw the evil-repelling thunder in Wang Lin’s hand, he tilted his head and muttered to himself.

"You'll know if you try it, right?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke lightly, then he clapped his hands, and the electric arc instantly condensed into a golden giant python, which pounced fiercely on the Nascent Soul not far away.

Yuanying did not dodge the evil-repelling divine thunder and let the golden giant python devour the second floor.

Immediately afterwards, countless golden arcs swirled and exploded around the little man. In an instant, golden light flashed and thunder roared.

"I remember now, isn't this the Thunderbolt to ward off evil?"

At this time, the little girl who was enveloped by the golden thunder spoke again: "I didn't expect that you, a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, would possess such magical powers."

"It's a pity that I don't practice magic, so this thunder is no threat to me."

Wang Lin's expression did not change at all as he listened to Zhimu Lingying's words.

He pointed at the golden lightning snake in the air with one hand and said, "Prisoner."

As Wang Lin finished speaking, the golden evil-repelling divine thunder seemed to have life at this moment, twisting and entwining continuously.

The Wood Spirit Infant was completely enveloped.

From afar, the originally emerald green Wood Spirit Infant turned golden at this moment.

"This, how is this possible!"

Feeling the strong sense of oppression coming from his body, Zhi Mu Lingying's face changed slightly and he cried out in surprise.

At the same time, an extremely powerful aura slowly emerged from Wang Lin's body.

"You... you are actually in the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

At this moment, Zhimu Lingying discovered with horror that this person was not at the early stage of Nascent Soul, but a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was far superior to himself.

At this time, the Zhimu Spirit Infant kept twisting its body and letting out sharp screams, trying to break free.

It’s a pity that he had no resistance to Wang Lin’s evil-repelling thunder.

He could only allow the divine thunder to imprison his body, unable to move.

At the same time, Wang Lin's figure flashed and turned into a phantom, appearing in front of the Zhimu Lingying.

A faint blue light flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes.

Then, a blue light flew out from the star pupil, turned into a stream of light, and directly sank into the body of the Wood Spirit Infant.

"what!!!"

Zhimu Lingying screamed continuously and tried to break free from Xingtong's control.

It’s a pity that its strength is limited. As time goes by, the light blue light on its body becomes stronger.

This lasted for half a cup of tea.

Wang Lin exhaled lightly, then pointed at the Zhimu Lingying with one hand.

The golden evil-repelling divine thunder was quickly pulled away.

Zhimu Lingying regained his freedom again.

However, at this moment, there was no hatred in the eyes of Zhimu Lingying.

The look he gave Wang Lin was filled with fear.

Bowing and greeting: "Greetings, Master." (End of this chapter)