Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

As soon as the Ninth Elder finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, Chenxi was already under his control. Leng Sanlian didn't even have time to react. The speed of teleportation was too fast, almost instantaneous.

No wonder this ability is classified as Grade A; it is indeed extremely powerful.

Leng San drew his sword and slashed out with lightning speed, aiming a swift strike at the Ninth Elder.

With his current speed at the third level of Qi Refining, even an armored corpse couldn't dodge it, but the Ninth Elder only flashed his figure, and Leng San's slash missed.

The Ninth Elder appeared behind Leng San in a flash, like a ghostly phantom. However, Leng San seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and immediately turned around and slashed out with his sword, even faster than before.

The Ninth Elder let out a soft exclamation and quickly teleported away again. However, this time he dared not get too close to Leng San, instead teleporting ten meters away. He asked in surprise, "How did you know I was behind you?"

Leng San's divine sense can now extend outwards, and he can see everything clearly within a ten-meter radius without even looking. However, he wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal this secret.

At this moment, Chenxi, who was being controlled by the Ninth Elder, suddenly had deep eyes that flashed with a faint green light.

The Ninth Elder snorted coldly and said, "You think you can use mind control on me? You're not qualified, you little girl."

Chenxi's face turned deathly pale, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Clearly, her mental manipulation had failed, and she had suffered a backlash from her supernatural power.

It was obvious that the Ninth Elder's mental power was extremely strong, and Chenxi could not control him.

The Ninth Elder casually tossed Chenxi to the ground, and a drop of blood from the latter's mouth landed on a wild grass. The grass immediately grew wildly, instantly reaching half a person's height.

The Ninth Elder was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and excitedly said, "Your blood can catalyze plant growth! It's a success! The Seventh Saintess's transformation is a success!"

Leng Sanjian raised an eyebrow, his killing intent surging. This man must die, or he and Xiaoxi would never have peace again.

Leng San lunged forward again, his right hand slashing with his machete while his left hand secretly formed a hand seal, ready to unleash the Arc Lightning Technique at any moment. But he only had one chance, and he dared not use it recklessly. If the first strike missed and the opponent became prepared, it would be even harder to hit him next time.

Faced with Leng San's rapid and relentless attacks, the Ninth Elder was clearly disdainful. No matter how fast, could it be faster than teleportation? Of the nine elders in the temple, he only feared a few, such as the Third Elder with his electric abilities. After all, electricity was too fast; even teleportation couldn't dodge it.

Leng Sanji slashed more than a dozen times, but couldn't even touch the Ninth Elder's cloak. The latter, probably seeing that Leng Sanji had run out of tricks, said contemptuously, "Is that all you've got? Why don't you summon that green vine?"

"Then so be it." Leng San shouted, and with his left hand he threw out a green vine talisman. A green vine instantly materialized out of thin air and wrapped around the Ninth Elder's feet.

The Ninth Elder vanished from his spot in a flash, and the green vines missed their target and dissipated.

The Ninth Elder appeared several meters away, frowning as he said, "Huh, what kind of superpower is this? No, this isn't a superpower, it's a very strange energy, but it's too weak. It's useless against a superpower user of my level."

"Is it really useless?" Leng San threw out another Green Vine Talisman, but secretly made a hand seal, and a crackling arc of electricity shot out.

The Ninth Elder had just witnessed the Green Vine Talisman and felt that its power was very weak and could not restrain him at all, so he was a little overconfident. Unexpectedly, Leng San suddenly released an electric arc and was hit in the chest on the spot.

The Ninth Elder felt a numbness all over his body as his teleportation skill was interrupted, while Leng San seized the opportunity to unleash a swift slash.

The Ninth Elder was horrified. With a soft cracking sound, blood splattered, and one of his arms fell off. He himself disappeared from the spot and reappeared twenty meters away, but his right hand had been severed, and blood was gushing out.

It turned out that although Leng San's electric arc technique hit the Ninth Elder, it was ultimately not very powerful. The Ninth Elder was only paralyzed for a moment and recovered in almost half a second. He immediately used his teleportation skill, but it was that half second that made him lose an arm.

At this moment, the Ninth Elder was filled with remorse, shocked, angry, and resentful. He had never suffered such a loss before. He quickly inserted a needle into the wound on his severed arm, and the gushing blood stopped rapidly, but his face was still much paler.

"You cunning brat, you can even generate electricity, but unfortunately the power is too weak, otherwise I would have already died by your blade," the Ninth Elder said angrily.

Leng San said confidently, "What good will it do to let you live a little longer? You'll still die eventually."

The Ninth Elder, enraged, laughed coldly: "Utterly arrogant! This time I'm on guard. Do you think you still have a chance? — Die!"

With a thought, the Ninth Elder appeared behind Leng San, his dagger silently stabbing towards the latter's neck.

Leng San tilted his head, but he was still a little too slow, and the passing blade left a bloody mark.

The Ninth Elder was taken aback. He had thought he could finish off Leng San with a single strike, but he hadn't expected the other party to be able to dodge it. This was really a bit unreasonable.

Little did he know that Leng San had already fully extended his divine sense, and the area within a ten-meter radius around him was his warning zone. Even the slightest fluctuations in space could not escape his notice.

Therefore, no matter where the Ninth Elder teleported to attack him, Leng San could accurately predict it. However, due to his own limited reaction speed, his neck was still scratched.

Whoosh...

The Ninth Elder attacked with teleportation skills one after another, but Leng San dodged them all in the blink of an eye. Although he was in a sorry state and had many cuts on his body, they were all superficial wounds and did not cause any serious harm.

On the other hand, the Ninth Elder, although seemingly having the upper hand, was actually struggling quite a bit. After all, teleportation still consumes energy, and since he had lost an arm, his strength had already been reduced, so his teleportation speed was getting slower and slower.

Leng San finally seized the opportunity and suddenly summoned the Golden Thunderwood from his spiritual sea, stabbing it towards a location with spatial fluctuations.

Sizzle...

The golden thunderwood, crackling with dazzling lightning, struck the Ninth Elder, who had teleported out of the void, hitting him squarely between the eyebrows.

—Sizzle

The Golden Thunderwood possesses both the domineering power of lightning and the sharpness of metal, capable of piercing even the incredibly hard head of an armored corpse, let alone a human. With a hiss, the unfortunate Ninth Elder was pierced through the brain by the Golden Thunderwood, his body stiffened, and he fell to the ground from mid-air, motionless!

Leng San let out a long breath, his whole body drenched in cold sweat. He had been holding back this move for a long time, and luckily it hit its mark on the first strike, otherwise the outcome would have been unpredictable.

After all, the speed of teleportation was simply too fast. Even with a ten-meter warning from divine sense, Leng San's current cultivation level meant his body's reaction time was still too slow, resulting in multiple cuts. If the Ninth Elder hadn't been so careless at the beginning, losing an arm in the process, the final outcome would have been very different.

"Brother!" Chenxi rushed over and supported the swaying Leng San. Seeing the latter covered in wounds and his clothes stained with blood, she was so anxious that tears streamed down her face.

This girl is becoming more and more emotional.

Leng San smiled and comforted him, "They're just superficial injuries, nothing serious. But I need to meditate for a while. Xiao Xi, you protect me."

The little girl nodded firmly.

Leng San's energy expenditure was indeed quite high, especially his mental energy. His divine sense completely covered the surrounding ten-meter range for a long time, which greatly consumed his mental energy.

After Leng San had meditated and rested for two hours, he finally recovered. When he opened his eyes, he found Chen Xi standing vigilantly beside him, her clenched fists both heartwarming and a little funny.

"Xiao Xi!" Leng San called out, and the latter turned around, seemingly relieved with joy.

Leng San smiled and said, "Don't be too nervous. This Ninth Elder has the ability to jump between spaces, which is why he was able to enter here. But there shouldn't be many people in the Church of Light who have this ability, right?"

Chenxi nodded and pointed to the Ninth Elder's corpse. At this moment, the Golden Thunderwood was still stuck between the Ninth Elder's eyebrows and had not automatically returned to Leng San's spiritual sea.

Leng San was a little surprised. Although he could now project his divine sense, he still couldn't easily control this "Old Man Wood". The Golden Thunder Wood liked to stay in his spiritual sea and "take a bath", and now it was stuck in the Ninth Elder's brow. This behavior was really a bit strange.

Leng San released his divine sense, attempting to summon Jin Leimu back into his divine sea, but the latter refused to obey.

How strange and wonderful!

Grandpa Mu, you can have a personality, but not this much! So unconventional, who is the real master here?

Left with no other choice, Leng San stepped forward, reached out and grasped the Golden Thunderwood, trying to pull it out. However, he couldn't pull it out at all; it was as if an invisible force was firmly holding the Golden Thunderwood in place.

Leng San frowned, carefully scanning the area with his divine sense, and then suddenly noticed that there were now rings of blood-red spirals on the Golden Thunderwood.

Because the golden thunderwood is black, the blood-red spiral pattern is not noticeable and cannot be distinguished by the naked eye without careful observation.

"What is this?" Leng San asked in surprise. He observed it carefully with his divine sense for a while and then discovered that the Golden Thunderwood was absorbing the Ninth Elder's essence blood. After the essence blood was absorbed, it formed spirals on the wooden stick.

At this moment, the dark red spiral finally extended to the end of the Golden Thunderwood. With a hum, the Golden Thunderwood flew back into Leng San's hand and kept humming, as if it were asking for credit.

Leng San's heart stirred, and he channeled his spiritual power into the Golden Thunderwood. With a casual wave of his hand, the blood-red threads on the staff suddenly lit up, and a crack appeared in the space, revealing the ruins and streets outside.

Leng San suddenly realized that this stick master was extraordinary; it had actually "absorbed" the Ninth Elder's superpower and could now easily break through the space of the small world.

At this moment, the spatial rift was slowly closing, lasting only about a second, before it was completely restored to its original state.

Leng San was both surprised and delighted. This meant that he could leave the small world at any time and go back to the outside world, and he could also come back at any time. Wow, that's amazing.