Immortal Rebel: The Obstacles!

"You deserve to die!"

A fierce killing intent erupted from Wang Lin's eyes. He made a hand seal with his right hand, and a small green sword suddenly appeared in the air. With a swift movement, he sped off towards Teng Li's direction!

"This...this is impossible! Why aren't you dead yet?!"

Teng Li looked at Wang Lin, who was moving freely, with a shocked expression and said in disbelief.

"Lord White Ape! He cheated! Lord Zixuan must have been biased towards him, otherwise how could he walk so easily in this environment!"

At this moment, Teng Li was somewhat panicked and didn't consider that his words had angered the two Nascent Soul stage cultivators, Bai Yuan and Zi Xuan.

Seeing that the white ape remained unmoved, and even that Zi Xuan's lips curled into a mocking smile, Teng Li was thrown into turmoil. He hurriedly shouted, "I surrender! I surrender!!"

At the same time, he pleaded with Wang Lin, who was rushing towards him, "If you kill me, my great-grandfather will not let you off! He is a Nascent Soul stage expert; if you kill me, you will also die!"

"My great-grandfather lives nearby, he'll be here soon, you..."

He then shouted to the sky, "Great-grandfather, save me!"

A cold glint flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He thought to himself that if he didn't kill Teng Li today, Teng Li would not let him go in the future. There was no room for maneuver. He muttered to himself.

Too much nonsense!

A small green sword suddenly appeared in front of Teng Li. Because Teng Li was still shrouded in the extremely yin and cold flames of Zi Xuan, he could not make any defensive moves and could only watch helplessly as the small green sword thrust straight at him.

One sword, and the head is severed!

Teng Li was instantly decapitated, blood gushing from his neck. His head slowly fell, his face filled with disbelief. He never understood why his great-grandfather, Teng Huayuan, hadn't appeared before his death, despite his promise to help him in times of crisis.

At the very moment of Teng Li's death, wisps of white vapor gradually emanated from his body, growing thicker and thicker.

The white mist had become so dense that it merged together to form a blurry human figure. Upon closer inspection, one could vaguely make out the features of the little man, which were identical to those of Teng Li.

As soon as the little man appeared, his eyes showed a blank look, and his body trembled as if he would disappear with a gust of wind. Gradually, the blank look faded, and he stared at Wang Lin with a venomous look in his eyes. With a sway, he was about to escape into the distance.

But how could Wang Lin possibly give him that chance? He already understood the principle of eliminating the root of the problem. He didn't even let go of Sun Dazhu, who had fled to Tengjia City, so how could he possibly let go of Teng Li in his soul form?

Without saying a word, Wang Lin made a hand seal with his right hand and pointed a red light. The little man seemed to be terrified of the red light and quickly dodged. Wang Lin remained expressionless, and the red light instantly struck like thunder, directly hitting Teng Li's soul!

At that moment, the yellow light on the little man's body flickered wildly, seemingly intending to contend with the red light unleashed by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin clenched his right hand suddenly, and the yellow light on the little man's body immediately dissipated, turning into a cloud of yellow mist. The mist rolled strangely, revealing a blurry figure. The figure was shrouded in mist, so his appearance could not be seen, but his loud shout could be heard.

"Fellow Daoist, stop! Let's talk this out!"

Wang Lin had never seen such a scene before, and he was instantly startled. Just then, Zi Xuan's voice echoed around him.

"Don't worry, this is the illusory avatar of a Nascent Soul stage expert. Unlike a physical avatar, this illusory avatar has no offensive power. It can't see you, nor does it know your location. It can only let you hear it speak. Moreover, this illusory avatar has a distance limitation. It seems that this person is very far away from here, which is why his body is so blurry. As for why he appeared, it must be because he cherishes Teng Li and left a trace of his divine consciousness in his soul."

"He wouldn't dare come to this remote and desolate jungle!" Zi Xuan seemed to be in a great mood because Wang Lin had won the match, and he explained to Wang Lin in detail.

Upon hearing this, Wang Lin snorted coldly, and a red light flashed instantly. Despite Teng Li's constant pleas for mercy, his soul vanished into nothingness in an instant!

The ethereal avatar of the Teng family patriarch seemed to sense that Teng Li's soul had been destroyed. He roared, his words filled with resentment, "You who kill my great-grandson will be cursed! You are doomed! I, Teng Huayuan, will find you one day..."

After saying that, the yellow light slowly dissipated and disappeared.

Tens of thousands of miles away, atop a mountain peak, stood an old man in black robes, his face grim. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, his fists clenched, and he muttered to himself, "Great-grandson, your great-grandfather swears, I will search the heavens and the underworld to avenge you!"

He spared no expense in expending a large amount of Nascent Soul essence to set up a diamond-shaped array. Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and red lightning finally merged with the diamond-shaped array.

Meanwhile, deep in the wild jungle, a purple diamond-shaped pattern suddenly appeared on Wang Lin's forehead.

Wang Lin immediately noticed, slapped his forehead, and was stunned.

The moment the rhombus pattern appeared, Zi Xuan instantly sensed it. His expression turned cold, and he exclaimed, "This person has a lot of resources. He actually went so far as to sacrifice his lifespan to curse you. This formation is extremely vicious. As long as you enter a certain range of it, he can instantly appear around you."

Zi Xuan snorted coldly, "You still dare to interfere here? I have studied this kind of formation in the Yellow Springs Path. Kid, don't worry, you just helped me win this victory, I won't let this go unpunished."

Upon hearing this, Wang Lin immediately bowed deeply. Now that Situ Nan was asleep, perhaps only Zi Xuan could help deal with the curse that cost a Nascent Soul cultivator their lifespan.

"Thank you, Master Zixuan!"

At the same time, Zi Xuan also made a move. His eyes narrowed, he shouted, and his right hand formed a hand seal. The seal was running rapidly, and after about ten breaths, an extremely profound formation appeared in front of Zi Xuan.

"Go!" Under his guidance, the array formed by Zi Xuan instantly entered Wang Lin's forehead.

As the formation was activated, Wang Lin felt as if his body had suddenly been relieved of some unbearable burden, and his body instantly felt an unprecedented sense of ease. Before he could even express his gratitude, Zi Xuan's explanation came out.

"My great formation can only weaken the effect of the curse. As long as you are not too close to him, he will not be able to find you no matter what."

Wang Lin nodded quickly. He knew that Zi Xuan couldn't possibly expend her lifespan to help him lift the curse. Her ability to help conceal his location was already a great help to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Thank you, Lord Zixuan."

Zi Xuan waved his hand, turned to look at the white ape, and let out a hearty laugh, "Old White, where's my ten-thousand-year-old ginseng? Quickly, bring it out!"