Wang Lin was currently standing in the darkness of the Jueming Valley passage, not looking at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Instead, he kept staring at Teng Huayuan's waist, where a black Storage Pouch hung.

The strange phenomenon in the sky exceeded his expectations and disrupted his previous plan.

But immediately after, Wang Lin's gaze flickered, and he calculated rapidly in his mind.

Slowly, a hint of a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, the giant's right hand suddenly turned, extended its index finger, slashed the fingertip, and flicked out a drop of blood.

In the eyes of the Cultivators of the State of Zhao, this drop of fresh blood shot like a meteor rapidly onto the thin film within the circle.

Just like hot water spilled on snow, the thin film melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A cold flash flickered in Wang Lin's eyes, and he clenched his right hand. Spiritual energy immediately surged into the Magic Treasure obtained from the weirdo A-Dai in his palm, and he silently muttered in his heart:

"Attack!"

Wang Lin had carefully studied this Magic Treasure during his two months in seclusion.

He discovered that the person it transformed into could have its appearance changed according to his own requirements.

And after absorbing his spiritual energy, even a trace of the curse was extracted.

The young man in mid-air immediately waved his hands, and a purple Dragon suddenly drilled out from inside his body.

At first glance, it was as if he had turned into an Incarnation of a Dragon.

Immediately following that, the Dragon roared wildly, and bursts of sound waves instantly appeared all around.

Teng Huayuan's expression finally changed drastically. He was now completely convinced that the opponent was indeed an expert of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

Otherwise, it would be utterly impossible to emit such a strong aura.

At this time, the Dragon's body flipped, and it rushed towards Teng Huayuan like lightning.

Its fangs were already exposed, and its gruesome bloody mouth carried a foul wind as it pounced forward.

Teng Huayuan quickly retreated, biting the tip of his tongue at the same time to spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

As soon as the blood mist appeared, it immediately transformed into giant mosquitoes, flying towards the Dragon and trying to stop the Dragon's impact.

After finishing this, Teng Huayuan hurriedly slapped his Storage Pouch.

A seven-foot-long large banner instantly appeared in his hand, and the very moment this large banner appeared,

gusts of gloomy wind howled, and hundreds of thousands of human faces could be seen emerging on the banner.

Each of them revealed painful expressions, screaming crazily.

Teng Huayuan waved the large banner with his right hand, and the human faces inside the banner were instantly flung out from within.

One could see Wandering Souls consisting only of heads charging towards the Dragon without hesitation.

In their eyes, a mad desire for death was revealed.

Before it could be said, faster than thought, in the blink of an eye, the spirits densely surrounded the Dragon.

They crazily burrowed into the Dragon's body, and at this very moment, a bizarre thing happened.

Those spirits did not encounter the slightest obstruction, charging into the Dragon's body with utmost ease.

It was just like burrowing into empty objects; they drilled in from this side and came out from that side.

Thirty thousand spirits were seen drilling back and forth inside the Dragon's body, making quite a lively scene for a moment.

Taken aback for a moment, Teng Huayuan saw the Dragon had already passed through the spirits and was swallowing towards him.

Teng Huayuan's expression shifted, uncertain and changing. Without time to think carefully, he retreated while throwing out several defensive Magic Treasures, trying to stop the Dragon.

However, no matter what various substances these Magic Treasures transformed into, they could not stop the Dragon.

That Dragon completely ignored these defensive Magic Treasures, passing directly through them, roaring wildly, and swallowing onto Teng Huayuan in one bite.

Lin Yi's expression was peculiar. He looked at the giant in mid-air who had been watching the commotion, and discovered that he also had a full face of peculiar expression.

The two looked at each other, and the giant laughed out loud, looking at the Dragon with a playful expression.

At the moment the bloody mouth approached his body, Teng Huayuan only felt a breeze blowing over.

That Dragon had come aggressively, but the moment it touched his body, the Dragon's head silently dissipated.

Teng Huayuan had not felt the taste of cold sweat for a very long time.

Yet just now, in that mere moment, a large amount of sweat had already oozed out of his back.

"Illusion!"

Teng Huayuan shouted angrily, his face turning alternately green and red.

Being toyed with and made to look foolish by an illusion in front of all the Cultivators of the State of Zhao, Teng Huayuan's anger instantly rose to the limit.

He gloomily slapped his Storage Pouch, about to take out the small black banner to crush all of Wang Lin's family members to death one by one right in front of him.

But just at this moment, spots of light appeared in mid-air, underwent Fusion with each other, and the young man reappeared.

Without saying another word, he immediately waved his right hand.

A flash of green light shot towards Teng Huayuan with a trace of chill.

Teng Huayuan sneered. Instead of retreating, his body lunged forward.

At the same time, he grabbed with his large hand, sneering mockingly:

"The first time was an illusion, but the second time might not be! Wang Lin, do you only have these little tricks?"

As he spoke, his hand had already grabbed onto the Flying Sword.

Suddenly, the green light flashed, and the Flying Sword abruptly vanished.

When it reappeared, it was already behind Teng Huayuan, turning the sword tip around to fiercely pierce into his back.

With a crisp ding, the Flying Sword seemed to have stabbed into metal, and was abruptly bounced far away.

From the broken corner of Teng Huayuan's back clothing, one could see that he was wearing a set of golden inner armor on his body.

Cold light flickered in Teng Huayuan's eyes, and with a gloomy expression, he took a step forward.

He appeared in front of that young man in mid-air, grabbed with his right hand, bringing up several strands of black silk at his fingertips as he grabbed towards the young man.

At the same time, his left hand waved, and eight blood-colored pillars of light instantly appeared around the two of them.

The eight blood-colored lights shone together, forming a cage.

At this time, not only did the young man in mid-air not show the slightest panic on his face, but a mocking expression faintly appeared instead.

As Teng Huayuan's large hand grabbed over, his body immediately turned into an illusionary shadow, slowly dissipating completely.

Two cyan rice grains, one large and one small, emerged from inside the young man's body the moment he disappeared.

Immediately after, the two cyan rice grains crashed into each other rapidly.

Teng Huayuan's expression changed instantly. Right at this moment, a blue ripple spread out with a swish, covering a radius of one kilometer in the blink of an eye.

Within one kilometer, at this very moment, it turned into a blue ice ocean.

Meanwhile, inside the circle formed by the two Flood Dragons in the sky, that layer of thin film had already melted for the most part, about to open completely.

The blood-colored pillars of light around Teng Huayuan's body instantly made cracking sounds, freezing into eight ice sculptures.

The effect of the cage completely lost its effectiveness.

At the same time, layers of blue ice rapidly climbed up along his feet.

Teng Huayuan clearly felt bursts of cold currents pouring into his body, and his hands and feet immediately became somewhat stiff.

However, he did not panic; this degree of cold had little effect on him.

As the spiritual energy in his body turned, his hands and feet gradually recovered.

Right at this time, Wang Lin in the darkness of the Jueming Valley passage suddenly had his gaze flicker, and his body vanished from the spot in an instant.

One of the last two teleportations was used up.

When he appeared, it was precisely at the moment the blue ripples rippled outwards.

Depending on his inherent resistance to the chilly Qi, Wang Lin was unaffected by the aftermath.

He silently stood by Teng Huayuan's side.

He knew very well that his own strength was simply unable to contend with the Nascent Soul Stage.

Fearing that the other party could kill him countless times with a mere wave of the hand.

Therefore, Wang Lin did not harbor any delusion of revenge. Although the killing intent in his heart was monstrous, he still forcefully suppressed it.

The moment he appeared, he extended his right hand, grabbing towards the Storage Pouch at Teng Huayuan's waist.