Chapter 141: Dragon Fighting Grand Formation

As a result, their speed naturally increased quite a bit.

As Wang Lin flew, he adjusted the Divine Sense within his body. His extreme realm Divine Sense had been slightly depleted after this series of battles. The red lightning was deeply integrated within his Sea of Consciousness, slowly nourishing it.

At noon the next day, the main headquarters of the Devil Suppressing Sect was visible. Wang Lin's Divine Sense had already recovered as before. Looking up, a gigantic mountain Peak stood before him. The top of the mountain had been shaped into a Dragon form by a Spell. At first glance, the entire mountain looked like a giant Dragon coiling upwards. On the Dragon's head stood a person with white hair and a frosty, cold gaze, looking at Wang Lin in mid-air from afar.

Above the Dragon's head, ten Core Formation Cultivators formed a sword Formation. Seeing Wang Lin, their eyes revealed complex emotions, a mixture of apprehension and fear. The ten people formed a circle, with ten Flying Swords intertwined in the middle, emitting bursts of clashing sounds, with faint electric sparks flashing within.

The person on the Dragon's head waved his hand, and the Dragon's eyes immediately lit up with two faint glows. Bursts of Spiritual Qi emanated from the Dragon's body, especially from its scales. Upon closer inspection, one could see a Cultivator standing on each Dragon scale. As a result, ten thousand sword lights flashed simultaneously. From a distance, the Dragon appeared brilliantly luminous, as if it were alive!

"Dragon Fighting Grand Formation!" Shangguan Mo observed for a moment, then mused.

Mu Bei quickly explained at the side, "This Dragon Fighting Grand Formation is the Devil Suppressing Sect's protective Formation. Rumor has it that unless one is a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, it cannot be broken. However, this rumor is mostly false; few in the entire Devil Suppressing Sect believe it. After all, no School in South Dou City has such a powerful Formation."

Wang Lin had some proficiency in Formations. After observing for a moment, Li Muwan beside him suddenly said, "This is not a Formation, but a marvelous Spell that condenses the spirits of these ten thousand people onto the person on the Dragon's head, allowing him to temporarily possess a certain level of cultivation."

At this moment, the person on the Dragon's head, with eyes like lightning, shouted, "Fellow Daoist, who is under the Kill Order, I am Xie Donglai, the Headmaster of the Devil Suppressing Sect. All thirteen thousand five hundred sixty-two people of the Devil Suppressing Sect's main headquarters are here. Grand Elder Qian Kun provoked you, so killing him is done. Since you have come here today, if you can break my sect's Elder's sword Formation, then from this day forward, the Devil Suppressing Sect will obey your command. But if you lose, then do not blame this old man for taking your cultivation core. Do you dare to fight!"

His voice was vast, like thunder falling to the ground, shaking in all directions. At the same time, the ten thousand people on the Dragon scales shouted in unison. The thick mist in the sky transformed into ripples under this shout, rolling and dispersing in layers. Ten thousand sword lights shimmered with waves of light. Spiritual Qi rapidly transmitted from the Disciples at the very bottom. Gradually, a visible Spiritual Qi halo, from bottom to top, grew larger as it condensed towards the Dragon's head, and the Spiritual Qi pressure became heavier.

At the same time, the ten Core Formation Cultivators in mid-air rapidly flew towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin released Li Muwan and leaped out. Red lightning flashed in his eyes. Before the ten Core Formation Cultivators could get close, their bodies trembled, and they stopped in place, not daring to advance. These ten people had recently learned of Wang Lin's strength through various channels, and seeing him charge forward, they couldn't help but pause.

Wang Lin glanced at them, then flicked his right hand. A thousand corpses behind him, pulled by Dragon Tendons, fiercely slammed into the giant Dragon.

The thousand corpses crashed into the Dragon's body with a roar, but they were all blocked by a suddenly appearing light screen and turned into blood mist. Immediately, the entire defensive light screen around the Devil Suppressing Sect was stained dark red.

A huge halo of Spiritual Qi transmitted from the Dragon's body to the person on the Dragon's head. An undeniable aura spread from the old man's body. His clothes tore and shredded, and his body abruptly expanded several times.

Vast Spiritual Qi, like a raging tide, spread from his body. The old man roared several times, his cultivation climbing linearly, from the Peak of the Core Formation Middle Stage, all the way to the Late Stage, finally making a Breakthrough to a pseudo-Nascent Soul Realm that was somewhere between the Early Stage of Nascent Soul but without an actual Nascent Soul.

This pseudo-Nascent Soul Realm usually only appeared in humanoid Puppets refined by higher-level cultivation Countries.

Xie Donglai roared, his body soaring into the air, his eyes cold. He looked at the Core Formation Cultivators and shouted, "Useless trash, get out of my sight!"

The ten Core Formation Stage Cultivators all showed disgruntled expressions and quickly retreated to the side, watching coldly.

Xie Donglai swept his gaze, fixing it on Wang Lin, and sneered, "All the rumors about you along this path have been within my grasp. It seems no one below the Nascent Soul Stage is your match, but now, this old man already possesses Nascent Soul Stage strength. This time, let's see how you can defeat me!"

Li Muwan's face was pale as she looked at Wang Lin with concern. When she noticed a hint of mockery flash in Wang Lin's eyes, she inexplicably felt relieved.

The brothers Mu Nan and Mu Bei were secretly in distress. They had originally thought Wang Lin would surely win, but now, seeing the situation reversed, if Wang Lin were to fall, the Headmaster Xie Donglai's wrath would await them. One must know that the Devil Suppressing Sect had a cruel system for traitors.

Shangguan Mo's Soul Blood was in Wang Lin's hands. If Wang Lin died, he would also be buried with him. At this moment, his heart pounded, and he secretly pondered how to break the Formation.

Wang Lin sneered inwardly, leaped out, and stood thirty zhang away from Xie Donglai, looking at him with cold eyes.

"Aren't you skilled in the Death Curse? Let this old man witness the power of your Death Curse!" Xie Donglai's body instantly vanished, reappearing thirty zhang away.

The moment the opponent vanished, Wang Lin's body floated backward, retreating fifty zhang away from the giant Dragon. Xie Donglai instantly moved again, and Wang Lin retreated once more, finally standing seventy zhang away, looking at Xie Donglai with cold eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Xie Donglai frowned slightly, staring at Wang Lin, and sneered, "What exactly do you mean?"

Wang Lin's thoughtful expression deepened. His eyes flickered, and he calmly said, "I haven't discovered anything, I just know that your aura is different at thirty zhang and fifty zhang. As for a hundred zhang, you are on the verge of falling out of the Nascent Soul Stage." As he spoke, he moved his body, flying to Li Muwan's side. He wrapped an arm around her soft waist and immediately retreated to a mountain Peak a hundred zhang away. After landing, his eyes flickered as he stared at Xie Donglai, sneering continuously.

Xie Donglai's frown deepened. He said in a deep voice, "Since that's the case, then this matter…" He hadn't finished speaking when his body suddenly vanished from its spot, reappearing in front of Wang Lin. He let out a sinister laugh and spat out a white light. The white light transformed into a fierce tiger, roaring as it pounced towards Wang Lin.

At the same time, he waved his right hand, and within three zhang around Wang Lin, a large net of electric light fluctuations immediately appeared, ruthlessly contracting towards the center.

Wang Lin's expression was normal, a cold smile on his lips. The moment the fierce tiger pounced, the Devil Head on the Dragon Tendon immediately leaped out, grinning as it swallowed the fierce tiger whole.

At the same time, the crystalline Flying Sword flashed out. The electric net within three zhang crackled, and the Flying Sword flashed, attacking several times continuously, causing the electric net to instantly shatter beyond repair.

As for Xie Donglai, a ball of ice flame suddenly appeared in Wang Lin's right hand, emitting bursts of extreme cold Qi. The moment the ice flame appeared, Xie Donglai's expression changed drastically, and he immediately retreated. But then, he saw a red electric light flash in Wang Lin's eyes, and his own Divine Sense immediately vibrated.

The vibration of his Divine Sense caused his body to pause slightly. In this instant, the ice flame silently struck his chest. At the point of impact, blue crystal light rapidly spread outwards like a spiderweb. Xie Donglai's mouth overflowed with fresh blood, and his body rapidly retreated until he was within thirty zhang of the Dragon's head, where he finally stopped.

He formed hand seals, repeatedly tapping his chest several times, and even consumed several Medicinal Pills. After a few low roars, the blue spiderweb-like crystal light that had spread across half his body slowly receded back to the center point, and with a bang, it was forced out of his chest.

The ice flame flickered, its color considerably dimmer, and flew back into Wang Lin's hand.

From beginning to end, Wang Lin had not actively attacked, merely standing a hundred zhang away, sneering continuously, his eyes flashing with mockery.

Xie Donglai stopped patting his chest, stared at Wang Lin, and after a short silence, suddenly asked, "How did you discover it?"

Wang Lin calmly said, "I didn't discover anything, I just knew that your aura was different at thirty zhang and fifty zhang. As for a hundred zhang, you are on the verge of falling out of the Nascent Soul Stage."

Li Muwan, being inherently intelligent, immediately understood and softly said, "His injury was fake too, wasn't it?"

"As for being injured by the ice flame, although it was real, once he returned within thirty zhang, he was already healed by the giant Dragon's Spiritual Qi. Such an act was merely to lure me over and fight him within thirty zhang." For the first time, Wang Lin spoke so many words to Li Muwan, but although these words were for her, Wang Lin's gaze remained fixed on Xie Donglai.

The moment he saw the giant Dragon, he was quite shocked, thinking that if such a Spell existed, wouldn't it be invincible? As long as there were enough Spiritual Qi providers, reaching Soul Transformation cultivation wouldn't be impossible. If that were truly the case, wouldn't the Devil Suppressing Sect have long since taken control of South Dou City and become the foremost power within a million li?

Therefore, this Spell must have a fatal flaw, and a short duration is the first thing anyone would think of. Since that's the case, the opponent must have some control over it, at least knowing the time limit. Based on time calculations, this drawback could be compensated for indirectly.

If there were only this one flaw, the power of this Spell would still be extremely strong. Wang Lin observed carefully, especially after hearing the opponent repeatedly demand that he step forward for a fight instead of attacking immediately upon meeting. He made a quick calculation; his current position was almost ninety zhang away from the opponent.

With doubts in his heart, Wang Lin then rushed out, standing thirty zhang away to observe, then fifty zhang, seventy zhang, until finally a hundred zhang, at which point he deduced the fatal flaw of this Spell.

The further away from the Dragon's head, the lower the opponent's cultivation would be.

Xie Donglai's expression was now uncertain. He possessed a cultivation base but couldn't fully utilize it. Although the opponent's guess was slightly off, it was largely accurate. In fact, he didn't even need to be a hundred zhang away; as long as he exceeded ninety zhang, his cultivation would drop significantly. Beyond a hundred zhang, the possibility of defeating the opponent was slim. If the opponent were even more ruthless and didn't fight him, merely retreating a few more zhang, and if he pursued, his cultivation would immediately fall back to the Core Formation Stage.

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