Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

One of them was an old Taoist with a head full of white hair, but what was amazing was that he had a ruddy complexion and exuded a strange youthful aura.

The other was a middle-aged monk with a poor appearance and a slightly ugly appearance.

The two men's eyes were fixed on the cultivators of Yinluo Sect, and the cold murderous aura in their eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void.

However, when their eyes shifted to Wang Lin and Saint Tianlan, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because he knew that he no longer needed to deal with the current troubles personally.

The strength of these two people should not be underestimated and they are enough to help him solve the current problem.

Their cultivation has already reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Such powerful strength is enough to prevent Ge Tianhao and others from acting rashly.

"Wubi!"

Ge Tianhao's voice sounded, with a hint of coldness.

"I just wanted to check some related matters with you, why are you interfering without reason?"

The old Taoist raised his head slightly, glanced at Ge Tianhao calmly, and his voice was filled with an unquestionable warning:
"No matter what you think, the rules of the market cannot be crossed."

Hearing this, Ge Tianhao's face instantly became gloomy as water, and he said coldly:
"Wu Pi, I, Ge, want to see the magical power of the Zhenji Sect today."

At this time, the ugly man also cast his gaze towards Wang Lin and Lin Yinping, his eyes full of doubt, and asked:
"You two look quite unfamiliar. May I know your names?"

Tianlan Lin Yinping saluted the two fellow Taoists, expressing his suspicion that one of them was a great enemy of the Tianlan Temple, and requested the other party to untie the package on his back to verify his identity.

If it weren't for this person, she would be willing to toast and apologize, and would never get involved.

Wang Lin sneered, questioned whether Lin Yinping overestimated himself, and refused to prove his identity.

After hearing Wang Lin's words, Lin Yinping was shocked and warned the fellow Taoist that if he did not do as he was told, he would become the temple's mortal enemy.

The old Taoist became suspicious and asked Lin Yinping whether she was the saint of the Tuwu tribe on the grassland.

The ugly monk beside him also looked surprised.

Lin Yinping's expression remained unchanged. She quietly admitted that she was the saint of the clan, her tone calm and steady.

When Taoist Wu Pi heard this, his expression relaxed a little, his anger gradually disappeared, and he slowly opened his mouth to ask.

Your family’s Immortal Master Sun is extremely talented and has already reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul before he was even 400 years old.

I have had several encounters with him in the past, I wonder how he is doing now?"

His words revealed his concern and curiosity for his old friend.

When Lin Yinping heard that the old Taoist had a friendship with the great immortal master of his clan, he was secretly delighted and responded quickly:

"Master Xu is doing well. He broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage several decades ago and is now one of the four great masters of our clan."

When Taoist Wu Pi heard this, a strange look appeared on his face, and then he sighed with emotion:

"Fellow Daoist Xu has lived up to everyone's expectations. He has reached this level at such a young age. In my opinion, he may be able to go further and achieve extraordinary achievements in the future."

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and stared at the scene in front of him quietly with a cold face.

After the old Taoist talked with Lin Yinping and others for a few words, his eyes finally fell on Wang Lin.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I have to say, fellow Taoist's cultivation is really unfathomable. I wonder if you can tell me your origins. I may be able to help you make some adjustments."

This person was quite polite, which really surprised Wang Lin.

"What if I don't want to?"

Wang Lin glanced at the old Taoist and sneered, "If Dajin has a rule for revealing one's identity, how come I don't know about it?"

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist's face darkened and he was secretly angry.

But before he could say anything else, the monk beside him smiled and said:
"There is no such rule in this city. Daoist Fellow Wu Pi just came forward in a private capacity with good intentions, trying to resolve the misunderstanding between the two Daoists."

"If you don't want to talk, then forget it."

"However, the two of us can only ensure that there is no conflict within the market. If Fellow Daoist Lin and others block the entrance outside the market and refuse to let you leave, this is beyond our jurisdiction."

"If you are alone facing the blockade of four Nascent Soul cultivators, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous."

The ugly monk had a playful look on his face, but the threat in his words was obvious.

When Wang Lin heard this, he couldn't help but sneer.

Wang Lin glanced at the two of them and said in a cold voice: "If you want to die, just come."

"What do you mean? You're threatening us."

Ge Tianhao's tone turned cold, and there was a hint of ferocity in his voice.

"Just try it!"

Wang Lin glanced at Ge Tianhao, sneered, and with a flash of his body, he turned into a phantom and disappeared into the market town.

"How can it be so fast!"

Looking at Wang Lin who left in an instant, Ge Tianhao's pupils shrank slightly and his eyes were full of shock.

At this time, Lin Yinping also used his spiritual sense to continuously explore and investigate the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed and instantly appeared about seven or eight feet away.

After a careful examination, his face turned pale.

Ge Tianhao looked at Lin Yinping and said, "In my opinion, his magical powers are far beyond our imagination."

"Why, Brother Ge, don't you plan to take back your clan's treasure?"

Lin Yinping frowned and said slowly:

"Since the Ghost Luo Banner has fallen into the hands of this person, the fourth elder of your sect may also die at his hands."

“Humph! How dare this man kill our Yinluo Sect’s elders and steal our sect’s most precious treasure? Even if his cultivation has not yet reached the late Nascent Soul stage, our sect will never tolerate him.”

Ge Tianhao's mouth corners slightly raised, and his words were full of deep meaning:

"But judging from her behavior, it seems that she has a deep hatred for Tianlan Grassland. Otherwise, why would Fellow Daoist Lin, as a saint of her clan, go to such lengths to tease me for this person for several years?"

"If your clan can help kill this boy, I can increase the promise made by the Holy Temple to your clan by another 20%. However, the Holy Temple must first select one of the treasures on him."

Lin Yinping pursed her red lips, then smiled and put forward her conditions.

"30%. To deal with such a powerful enemy, our sect will have to pay a heavy price. As for the distribution of treasures, we will follow the original plan and will not change it."

Ge Tianhao responded without hesitation.

"I accept this condition."

Lin Yinping thought about it for a moment and agreed decisively.

Lin Yinping's eyes flickered, and finally he looked at Lin Yinping and said:
"Should we inform Sect Master Fang about this? After all, the Fourth Elder went out on his orders and unfortunately died just now."

"I can send him a sound transmission note first. If I can't take him down, I'll ask the Sect Master to take action."

Ge Tianhao nodded slightly.

The bronze animal-head lamp spewed out a faint blue flame, casting shadows on the walls of the secret room. The square-faced middle-aged man stroked the black iron talisman with his fingertips, and the two words "Zhenyue" on the talisman were glowing with blood.

"Three hundred and seventy-nine people, all of whom were pawns planted with the Heart-Eating Gu five years ago. Tonight at midnight, the Gu will devour their souls."

The jade pendant on the beautiful woman's waist suddenly glowed green, making her delicately made-up face look even paler:
"That old monster from the Heavenly Demon Sect sent blood jade marrow to the Three Emperors Temple yesterday, saying that he wanted to temper the Pingshan Seal."

"Quenching?"

The old man in the black hat sneered, and seven copper coins flew out of his sleeves and floated in the air. "This blood jade marrow is produced in the Demon Abyss. It is obvious that they want to plant demon seeds in the spiritual treasure!" The copper coins hummed and formed a Big Dipper formation. In the eyes of each coin, the shadow of the elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect and the envoy of the Taiyi Sect having a secret conversation appeared.

The square-faced middle-aged man suddenly crushed the talisman, and the debris turned into gold powder and seeped into the ground array:

"Order the Black Dragon Guards to deliver the third batch of blood sacrifice materials to the underground palace tomorrow."

As the array pattern lit up, the sound of dragging chains was heard from deep in the secret room, and the shadow of a huge dragon could be vaguely seen tumbling in the restriction.

At the east gate of Jinxifang Market, nine stone statues of Taotie are breathing out ink-black mist.

Ge Tianhao leaned on the fangs of the central stone beast, with strands of soul silk wrapped around his hands.

Suddenly, the soul thread stretched as straight as a guitar string, pointing directly at an old man carrying a medicine basket in the crowd.

"Chase!"

Without moving his lips, his spiritual consciousness had already sent a message to the vendor selling sugar figures on the street corner.

The syrup in the vendor's palm instantly condensed into a small blood-red sword. Just as he was about to shoot it out, the old man was hit by a carriage that rushed out and his body was scattered.

It turned out to be just a puppet that could turn beans into soldiers.

“The seventh one.”

The old man with triangular eyes walked out from the shadows, and three more painful faces appeared on the Soul-Binding Banner in his hand.

Ge Tianhao looked up at the Jiuxiao Palace in the sky, and ripples appeared on the Miaoyin Mirror in his sleeve.

What was reflected in the mirror was not a palace, but countless intertwined golden threads.

Each thread was connected to the Qi of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Suddenly, a thread twisted strangely into a snake shape.

Wang Lin walked up the bluestone steps toward the Jiuxiao Palace. Every stone slab under his feet had a hidden soul-peeping formation.

"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist, please stay." The gatekeeper monk suddenly stopped the figure in front of him, pointed the magic mirror in his hand at his forehead, and said seriously: "Today's restrictions have changed, and I need to verify my identity."

Inside the magnificent Jiuxiao Palace, seventy-two coiled dragon pillars were breathing in and out spiritual mist.

Wang Lin sat in front of the black jade table in the northwest corner, tapping the bronze toad on the table with his fingertips.

Toad slowly spit out the auction list, and when he saw that "Pingshan Seal" was ranked seventh, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The first lot is the North Sea Mystic Crystal!"

The master of ceremonies lifted the brocade, and the cold air instantly froze the beards and brows of the monks in the front row.

"Three thousand spirit stones!"

"Three thousand and five!"

The bidding sounds continued. Suddenly, the old man in gray at the southeast corner raised a wooden sign tremblingly:

"Five...five thousand."

Before he finished speaking, veins on his neck bulged and his pupils turned completely black - this was the precursor to the attack of the heart-eating insect.

Outside the market, Ge Tianhao suddenly bit his tongue, and his blood sprayed onto the Miaoyin Mirror.

The golden threads in the mirror twisted wildly, and finally gathered into a black jade table pointing to where Wang Lin was.

“Found you!”

He grinned and crushed the jade talisman for communication.

In the star map on the dome of the Jiuxiao Palace, the Tianshu star suddenly dimmed, and seven invisible chains fell from the void.

He pretended to get the spiritual tea, and the sword energy at his fingertips quietly stabbed into the void. The originally invisible space actually cracked into fine lines like colored glass, revealing the blood-red altar behind it.

Under the Baoguang Palace, three hundred wandering cultivators had their scapulas pierced by soul-locking chains.

The chief formation master of the Ye family held a compass, and the needle was pointing to the direction of Jiuxiao Palace:

"The demon has entered the Pingshan Seal. When the blood sacrifice is completed at midnight, the two old monsters..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of a sword overhead. Everyone looked up and saw a crack in the dome caused by Wang Lin's stab, and the green light of the Xutian Ding was like a sharp blade that cut through the restriction.

The heart-eating poison in the imprisoned monk's body suddenly went out of control and turned into a black tide that rushed towards the crack.

At the critical moment, the formation master was about to activate the killing formation, but saw Wang Lin's shadow emerging in the black tide.

When the phantom raised his hand, three hundred sword energies accurately pierced through the heart-eating poison, and the imprisoned monks fell to the ground one after another.

At the same time, in Jiuxiao Palace, Wang Lin was raising a sign to bid:
"Pingshan Seal, 10,000 Spiritual Stones."

As dusk fell, tiny ice crystals floated in the sky over Jinjing.

The glazed eaves of Tianji Pavilion are covered with a layer of silver frost, making it look particularly peaceful and solemn.

Wang Lin leaned against the railing made of black iron wood, his fingertips gently stroking the warm celadon teacup, looking relaxed and contented.

In the distance, the gate of the Tianji Palace slowly opened, and various colors of light intertwined in it.

The unique pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator spread out, and the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius was surging like boiling water.

"Boom-"

The deep sound of the bell resounded through the sky, passing through the nine layers of restrictions. The eight-treasure glazed lamp on the dome of the hall instantly lit up with three thousand six hundred star rays, illuminating the entire hall.

Wang Lin gently placed the teacup in his hand on the sandalwood table. When he raised his eyes, a green light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

His face turned yellow and sickly, looking even more gloomy in the interweaving of light and shadow. Only in his palm tightly clenched in his sleeve was hidden a jade bead engraved with ancient runes.

As the monk in the black robe slowly climbed the cloud-patterned jade steps, Wang Lin's spiritual sense quietly spread out like a spider web.

When his spiritual sense passed over the three gray-robed monks in the northwest corner, his brows trembled slightly.

Each of the red sandalwood Buddhist beads hanging around the skinny monk's neck was engraved with the Sanskrit word "卍", and a faint golden glow appeared the moment the spiritual consciousness touched them.

At this time, the clear voice of the monk in black robe came from the stage:
"Ginger crystal, produced thousands of feet below the desert in southern Xinjiang..."

Wang Lin pretended to look at the booth intently, and caught a glimpse of the fat monk next to the old monk holding a gilded bowl with seven-treasure lotus seeds floating in it, shining like emerald.

"Thirty-six thousand!"

"forty thousand!"

Amid the clamor of bidding, Wang Lin noticed an old man shrouded in black fog in the northeast corner.

Whenever the price rises, spider-web-like blood patterns unique to the magic "Blood Evil Breath Technique" will appear in the black fog.

When the bid reached 60,000, a bone staff suddenly appeared from the old man's sleeve, and the eyes of the skull on top of the staff flashed a ghostly green light like a ghost's fire.

"Seventy-five thousand."

A hoarse, cold, demonic voice echoed throughout the venue, causing several monks who were about to raise their placards to withdraw their hands with pale faces.

Wang Lin sneered and quickly drew a spell on the jade token. A ray of green light shot straight into the sky: "One hundred and twenty thousand!"

There was an uproar in the meeting hall. A face covered with corpse spots could be vaguely seen in the swirling black fog.

After asking three times in a row, the monk in the white robe slammed the auction gavel.

At this moment, Wang Lin clearly heard the faint sound of Buddhist chanting coming from the northwest corner. Light green smoke rose from the incense burners in front of the three monks, blocking all spiritual senses that tried to detect Mo Jin.

As the bell of midnight rang, Wang Lin strolled in the frosty bluestone alley.

He held the newly acquired ink gold in his hand, but his mind was fixed on a house three miles away.

There is a familiar magical atmosphere in the air. (End of this chapter)