Chapter 139: Bloody Path of Slaughter

Golden Soul Blood floated out from Shangguan Mo's glabella, emitting soft rays of light. Wang Lin's expression was as usual. He glanced at Shangguan Mo, and with a wave of his right hand, the Soul Blood immediately flew into his palm.

After a brief sweep, Wang Lin swallowed it without hesitation. The Soul Blood immediately entered his Sea of Consciousness, enveloped by his extreme realm Divine Sense. At this moment, with just a thought, Shangguan Mo could instantly die.

Similarly, if Wang Lin were to die, then the other party would also not escape death.

Soul Blood is actually not much different from a Restriction. Although it is more direct and useful than a Restriction, a person's Sea of Consciousness, though seemingly sturdy, is actually extremely fragile. If too much Soul Blood is swallowed, it can easily cause chaos in the Sea of Consciousness, leading to unimaginable and terrifying consequences.

Therefore, Soul Blood can only be used as a temporary Restriction, and it is often disliked by most Cultivators. Compared to Soul Blood, there are at least a thousand types of Restrictions that can achieve the same effect.

Furthermore, Soul Blood must be willingly offered by the Cultivator. If external force is applied, then unless one possesses a heaven-defying Divine Ability, it is impossible to force it out.

Shangguan Mo was also forced into this. He had already prepared himself for the possibility that the other party would not let him off easily, and would likely imprint some powerful Restrictions on him. He was mentally prepared for this when he pleaded for the other party to take him as a Disciple. This act of apprenticeship was actually just giving the other party an excuse and himself a way out.

But he never expected the other party to be unmoved. It was only then, out of desperation to save his life, that he voluntarily offered his Soul Blood. After seeing the other party accept it, his panicked emotions finally eased a little.

Wang Lin coldly glanced at him, then turned around and said coldly to Mu Nan, "Continue leading the way!"

When Wang Lin killed the first Elder of the Dou Xie Sect, he had already decided that this matter would not end well. If he had killed an ordinary person from the Dou Xie Sect, it would have been fine, but once an Elder was killed, the other party would definitely investigate to the end. Wang Lin was no longer the somewhat naive mountain village youth he was back then; both his Heart-Nature and his way of doing things were much more seasoned.

The series of events caused by killing Teng Li back then made Wang Lin determined now: since he had killed one, he might as well kill ten. Since he had already killed ten, then to eliminate future troubles, he would simply exterminate the Dou Xie Sect.

Only by exterminating the entire Dou Xie Sect could he permanently prevent further incidents. With this thought, Wang Lin pulled Li Muwan, and with a flash, leaped out. At the same time, the Gravity Spell transformed into two large hands, grabbing Mu Nan and Mu Bei, and fiercely throwing them forward.

The two brothers' faces were pale, but they dared not utter any complaints. They quickly stabilized themselves and rushed forward to lead the way.

As for Shangguan Mo, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and followed closely. His heart was filled with bitterness, but he dared not show any expression on his face, fearing that he might provoke the Evil Star to kill again.

"Death Curse Art… He must be using the Death Curse Art. Anyone who can Cultivate such a vicious Cultivation Technique must be extraordinary." Shangguan Mo pondered in his heart, occasionally stealing glances at Wang Lin.

Li Muwan felt an inexpressible sensation in her heart. She looked up at Wang Lin, never dreaming that he had actually achieved Core Formation. And throughout their journey, it seemed to truly fulfill what he had said when he emerged from the cave.

"Below the Nascent Soul Stage, I have no rivals."

Recalling her life in the Cultivation Devil Sea over the past few years, Li Muwan had a dreamlike feeling. All of this was vastly different from her previous life, a huge contrast.

The former Li Muwan spent her days meditating and breathing, or refining Medicinal Pills. Occasionally, when she went out, her brother would personally accompany her. With her brother's protection, she didn't encounter much danger.

Furthermore, she was exceptionally intelligent, especially a rare genius in Alchemy and Formations, and was deeply loved and cherished by the Elders of the Luo He Sect. Many fellow Disciples within the sect pursued her, but none of them could move her heart.

The first time she saw Wang Lin, she mistook him for Sun Youcai, almost causing a misunderstanding. She now thought that if they had really fought back then, even her brother might not have been Wang Lin's opponent. With her current understanding of Wang Lin, the only outcome for those people would have been to be completely slaughtered by Wang Lin, including herself. Even if her appearance was delicate and beautiful, it probably wouldn't have earned her an ounce of pity from him.

"He is a heartless person…" Li Muwan looked at Wang Lin, sighing in her heart. Over the years, she had become certain that he couldn't have those lewd thoughts about her, because in his eyes, she was merely a Pill Furnace.

A bitter taste rose in Li Muwan's heart, growing stronger and stronger, finally spreading throughout her body. As Wang Lin flew rapidly, he frowned slightly, glanced at Li Muwan, pondered for a moment, and said coldly, "You don't need to worry. After I finish handling my affairs, I will naturally send you back to the Fire Burning Alliance."

Li Muwan's face grew even paler. She bit her lip and gently nodded her head.

The two fell silent. Suddenly, the two brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei, who were walking ahead, stopped. Their expressions flickered between gloomy and bright. In front of them, over a hundred Cultivators emerged from the mist, each staring at the large blood-red character "Slay" above Wang Lin's head, their eyes revealing undisguised greed, though a hint of apprehension was hidden within that greed.

Wang Lin swept his cold gaze across them and said indifferently, "Keep going. If anyone blocks, kill."

Shangguan Mo quickly assented, thinking that his opportunity had arrived and he must perform well this time. With this thought, he leaped out, stood with Mu Nan and Mu Bei, and cackled, "A bunch of Foundation Establishment Stage scoundrels, listen up! Anyone who stands in our way, dies!"

As the group passed, these Cultivators all gave way. These people had no intention of attacking; they were merely there to see who was being hunted by the legendary Ten Thousand Devils Hundred Day Slaying Order.

Especially the ten corpses bound by the Dragon Tendon behind Wang Lin, which sent chills down people's spines. Even those who wanted to attack hesitated.

However, the news of this Slaying Order spread too quickly. Almost all Cultivators within a million li radius of Nandou City knew about it. They all flew out, inquiring about the news, and gradually, more and more Cultivators gathered in the sky.

As Wang Lin and his group flew, they encountered such Cultivators almost constantly. Due to the large number of Cultivators, their flying speed inevitably decreased. Wang Lin grew impatient and snorted coldly in his heart. Seeing the greed in almost all the Cultivators' eyes, his killing intent gradually rose.

Moreover, many Cultivators were following far behind, their eyes flickering, clearly harboring ill intentions.

Mu Nan and Mu Bei felt a chill in their hearts. Although they were Core Formation Cultivators, among the Cultivators they encountered along the way, many had higher cultivation, and even some old geezers whose names they had only heard but never seen had appeared one after another, following them from afar.

This made the two of them terrified. Let alone them, even Shangguan Mo's heart pounded wildly, and he secretly remained vigilant. He smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that if this continued, it was hard to say whether it would attract the attention of Cultivators beyond a million li of Nandou City, and whether Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators would come then.

He was anxious, thinking why that Evil Star hadn't acted yet. If it were him, he would have already started a massacre. Only by using even more ruthless methods to deter them could this situation be alleviated, otherwise, the more people accumulated, the more troublesome it would become.

Countless Cultivators densely surrounded them. Li Muwan felt a little afraid, but after glancing at Wang Lin, she felt slightly at ease.

The cold glint in Wang Lin's eyes grew heavier and heavier. Finally, he suddenly stopped flying, looked at the people around him, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice, like the wind from a glacier, spread far and wide: "Those who remain here within three breaths, die!"

After speaking, he closed his eyes. After one breath, Wang Lin opened his eyes, and red lightning flashed within them. At the same time, his left hand released Li Muwan's wrist and wrapped around her waist instead. Before he could feel the softness in his hand, his body had already rushed backward with a thunderous roar.

His extreme realm Divine Sense spread out frantically, and a crystal light shot out from his mouth, disappearing after a few flashes. This was the first time Wang Lin had engaged in such a large-scale massacre.

Within the range of his extreme realm Divine Sense, killing Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators was as simple as crushing ants. One by one, they screamed and died, and the remaining people showed unprecedented horror, retreating in succession.

Gradually, most of the Cultivators used all their Spiritual Qi to escape quickly, but these fleeing Cultivators often didn't get far before their heads exploded in a flash of crystal light, their blood scattering as they died.

Wang Lin's face was cold, revealing a hint of ruthlessness, and his eyes flashed with cold light. Wherever he passed, any Cultivator would bleed from all seven orifices and die with a tragic howl at his touch.

Every time a corpse fell from the sky, a branch of the Dragon Tendon behind him would whip out, binding the corpse and dragging it back.

Wang Lin's speed did not decrease, and his body moved even faster. He specifically targeted Core Formation Stage Cultivators; as for those Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, they were merely collateral damage.

At this moment, the Cultivators surrounding Wang Lin no longer felt greed in their hearts, but deep fear. The character 'Slay' above Wang Lin's head grew darker with each kill, eventually becoming almost like a bright lamp in the night, shocking to behold. The color of the 'Slay' character seemed so thick it could drip blood.

In addition, those fleeing Cultivators were also terrified. The mysterious, silent crystal light, whenever it flashed, would surely mean one death, as if it were an invisible assassin, harvesting one Soul after another.

In just the time it takes to burn an incense stick, even those Cultivators who had escaped far away suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the Crystal Flying Sword. Not to mention those who died under Wang Lin's extreme realm.

The Dragon Tendon behind Wang Lin had already bound over a thousand corpses, densely spread out like a cloak of skeletons, tied behind Wang Lin.

At this moment, in the mist a thousand li away, seven or eight old-faced Demonic Cultivators were all silent, merely frowning and staring intently at Wang Lin, the apprehension in their eyes growing stronger.

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