A "poor" like Wang Yuan who doesn't even have a spiritual weapon, even if he falls on this "purgatory road", there will not be many people paying attention to him, and at most he will step over as the floor.

But Yuwen Lin was different. Some of the remaining "traces" on his handsome face revealed the deep hatred between him and Wang Yuan.

"Senior Brother Yuwen, teach me a lesson." Li Hong, who was standing not far away, said in a slightly low voice.

Zhang Heng then remembered that when he was at the gate of Dutian Castle, Wang Yuan used words to mock Li Hong, but Li Hong ignored him at that time. However, at the subsequent Fang Yun gathering, Li Hong fought with Wang Yuan, and the only spiritual weapon in Wang Yuan's hand was also taken away by Li Hong.

Wang Yuan's stinky mouth made him suffer a lot of losses.

"Please rest assured, Junior Brother Li." Yuwen Lin glanced at Li Hong not far away and said in a slightly respectful tone.

When he was in the inner sect of Fengxing Sect, Yuwen Lin's identity was naturally higher than Li Hong, but Li Hong's current cultivation level has reached the foundation-building stage, and his strength is the top among the monks present.

If necessary, Yuwen Lin would also please Li Hong.

When Yuwen Lin walked about ten meters away from Wangyuan, he stopped and said in a cold tone: "I don't believe you can set up restrictions in advance on this purgatory road."

Wang Yuan's body was firmly fixed by the red sticky ground. If he wanted to get out of it, he had to consume a lot of mana.

A dazzling green light rose from Wang Yuan's body, and his body suddenly tilted upwards. His upper body finally broke away from the red purgatory road, but his lower body was a little reluctant.

After all, he is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi refining. With his obese body, it is already very good to be able to do this step.

But how could Yuwen Lin do what he wanted? He fired a fire bomb very skillfully and attacked Wang Yuan.

Seeing this, Wang Yuan simply lay on the ground again, still breathing heavily.

"For the sake of being Fang Yunshan, I will give you some fun."

Yuwen Lin didn't want to fall behind, and planned to quickly solve the fat man and then go on a hurry.

He tapped his finger and a top-grade spiritual weapon in the shape of a flying sword was sacrificed by him.

This spiritual weapon was rewarded by Fang Yun at the gathering. It was not Yuwen Lin's strongest spiritual weapon, but it was enough to deal with a cultivator like Wang Yuan who had no spiritual weapon.

Wang Yuan would not just wait to die like this. He used all his strength, and a green light flashed in his hands. He lifted it up with difficulty, touched the storage bag, and took out more than a dozen marble-like things.

"Go to die!" Wang Yuan threw out more than a dozen marbles.

"Boom..." The marble exploded before it landed, and a large area of ​​thunder and fire shone in this space.

Each of these marbles is equivalent to a second-level spell. It is still terrifying to gather so many marbles together, and its power is even faintly surpassing that of ordinary third-level spells.

Yuwen Lin was still manipulating the flying sword in his hand, and in a hurry, he sacrificed a defensive spirit weapon.

But before the light curtain on the defensive spirit weapon lit up, the thunder and fire brought by the explosion had already covered him, and the defensive light curtain disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the thunder and fire, Yuwen Lin's bloody body lay on the road to purgatory.

The monks around were also frightened by the movement. The dozen marbles that Wang Yuan randomly smashed out were so powerful.

"Dan Yinzhu?" Nan Ming frowned slightly from a distance, and said such a noun that made the monks present very awkward.

"Hehe, whenever you think of you, you will know the existence of Dan Yinzhu." Wang Yuan's fat body flashed with a green light and he climbed up from the ground.

Nan Ming looked at Wang Yuan with a hint of pity and said, "No wonder you have such a low cultivation level and your body is so fat!"

"Go to your mother! If I have the talent like you, how could I practice this thing, and I wouldn't run to this ghost place..."

Wang Yuan roared a few times, gasping heavily, as if venting his unwillingness in his heart.

Nan Ming remained silent, did not get angry, and walked forward with difficult steps.

"Junior Brother Nanming, what is the Dan Yinzhu?" a monk next to him asked curiously.

"This is a nearly lost skill. It uses the Dantian as a tripod, combined with the alchemy technique, and uses the essence that has been cultivated in the body as the foundation, and is equipped with external materials to create a bead that can be controlled and detonated at any time. Those who practice this skill may have a great increase in their power at the beginning, but after the practice is first completed, they will never be able to improve their cultivation."

Dan Yinzhu? Zhang Heng also heard Nan Ming’s explanation and had a further understanding of Wang Yuan in his heart.

Zhang Heng is also an ordinary person with spiritual roots. If it weren't for the help of the mysterious jade tube, he would probably not be as good as this fat man at this moment.

"Junior Brother Li... Save me..." Yuwen Lin was not dead yet, and called out dyingly.

Li Hong said in a cold tone: "Even if I save you, you will not be able to pass the temple trial."

Leaving a word, Li Hong walked forward without looking back.

"How is it? If you go against me, you won't have any good ending!" Wang Yuan's fat body staggered towards Yuwen Lin.

A trace of fear appeared in Yuwen Lin's eyes. Suddenly, his eyes fell on Zhang Heng, as if he had remembered something, and he shouted with difficulty:

"Junior Brother Tang... Save me... I have a secret to tell you..."

How could Yuwen Lin know his identity? Zhang Heng wondered, glanced at him, and had no intention of helping him. Yuwen Lin was so injured that he was destined to be helpless.

Zhang Heng pretended not to hear and walked forward.

"About Ouyang Ancestor...cough cough..." Yuwen Lin spitted a mouthful of blood from his mouth

Zhang Heng's figure stopped. While he was hesitating, a familiar voice came over:

"Are you talking about Tang Feng?"

Zhao Rui showed joy on his face and walked towards Yuwen Lin.

"Boy, don't meddle in other people's business!" Wang Yuan looked at Zhao Rui with a bad expression.

"Senior Brother Wang, I have no malice, I just want to ask him." Zhao Rui walked to Yuwen Lin with a smile on his face and asked:

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Tang?"

Yuwen Lin was already unconscious at this moment and murmured: "Old ancestor... I once asked me to monitor him... Let's go to the cave to seize treasures..."

When he said this, Yuwen Lin finally closed his eyes and his breathing stopped.

Some monks remaining in Fengxing Sect couldn't help but look at his body.

Who would have known that the former top disciple of Fengxing Sect would die so cowardly here?

Zhang Heng was silent in his heart, and he could also guess some of the whole story.

Before foreign forces could intervene, Old Ancestor Ouyang would definitely not place all hopes of catching treasures in the cave to Zhang Heng and his own.

As the Great Perfect Realm of Qi Refining Period, Yu Wenlin is a chess piece in the hand of Ouyang Laozu.

At this moment, two small black dots flew out of Yuwen Lin's head, and a faint white light shining all over his body.

"Soul-Devouring Gu?" Zhang Heng immediately recognized this thing.

After these two soul-devouring Gu flew out of Yuwen Lin's head, they rushed towards Zhao Rui, who was very close to him.

Zhao Rui could feel the threat of the soul-devouring Gu to him. A fire flashed in his hand, and a red flame wrapped the soul-devouring Gu.

But the Soul-Devouring Gu seemed not afraid of these flames. His speed only slowed down for a moment and continued to fly towards Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui was startled and quickly spit out a mouthful of dark red gas from his mouth.

"Puff" When the two soul-devouring Gu encountered this gas, they instantly dissolved and disappeared in the air.

"It's so dangerous!" Zhao Rui's face turned pale and stared at the corpse not far away with fear.

"Fellow Daoist Tang, how powerful is this soul-devouring Gu? It seems that there is this thing in your body."

Just as Zhang Heng was thinking, He Yixiu suddenly sent a voice to his spiritual sense.

Zhang Heng's face was gloomy and he ignored this woman.

He Yixiu thought he was very scared, so she chuckled and said nothing.

She didn't know that Zhang Heng had already escaped from the shadow of the Soul-Devouring Gu, and even the other two tracking marks on his body were lifted by Luohe.

Yuwen Lin's death did not have much impact on the monks present, and the monks still walked forward slowly.

Looking at the red sticky road that seemed to be endless, Zhang Heng thought to himself: The road of purgatory should not be that simple, right?
Chapter completed!