Chapter 67

A giant sword materialized in the sky and swung, causing all the lightning balls to immediately follow, moving with a series of thunderous booms, and then suddenly slashing down.

Without waiting for Wang Lin's instructions, Situ Nan immediately cursed a few times and teleported again with Wang Lin, reappearing a thousand feet away.

Teng Li's brows furrowed, and he let out a cold snort. Pointing at the flying sword with his right hand, the sword quickly turned around, landed under his feet, and carried him in hot pursuit.

Two long rainbows, one in front and one behind, streaked through the sky. The hundreds of disciples of the Teng family chased for a while but ultimately could not keep up with the speed of the two in front and had to stop reluctantly.

The more Teng Li chased, the more shocked he became. With his cultivation at the late Foundation Establishment stage, his speed was already extremely fast, but the young man in front would always teleport away just as he was about to catch up.

The more the other party did this, the stronger the killing intent in Teng Li's eyes became. Teleportation was a unique technique of the Nascent Soul stage experts. The other party had not even reached the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he could actually teleport. Teng Li believed that the other party must have a magical treasure.

Thinking of this, he licked his lips, and the idea of killing for the treasure grew even stronger.

He was a close friend of Chen Zhong, the eldest disciple of the Jimo elder. A few days ago, he received a message from Chen Zhong asking him to help chase and kill two people, one of whom was named Zhang Hu, a disciple of Chen Zhong's fifth junior brother.

Zhang Hu, in league with outsiders, had killed his master. The moment his fifth junior brother died, the Jimo elder immediately sensed it. Zhang Hu did not know that in addition to the poison in his body, there was also a secret technique that the Jimo elder used to control his disciples. Through this technique, the Jimo elder instantly knew everything that had happened that day. In a fit of rage, he used the secret technique to calculate that the other party was currently in the Teng family city, so he sent Chen Zhong to capture Zhang Hu and the other person.

Chen Zhong was too far away, so he sent a message to Teng Li, asking him to intercept the two.

Upon investigation, Teng Li found that Zhang Hu was indeed in the Teng family city, and the person traveling with him was clearly an accomplice, leading to the events that had just transpired.

Originally, he was just going to lend a hand, but now, Teng Li had made up his mind to kill Wang Lin and seize the treasure that allowed him to teleport.

Thinking of this, he sped up and pursued.

Wang Lin took a large sip of the spiritual liquid, his face showing a fierce expression. He spat out a beam of green light, which immediately filled the surroundings with a bloody aura.

The green light then flashed and shot backward. Wang Lin did not stop, continuing to fly forward at high speed.

Teng Li, who was behind, saw this clearly. He did not care about the green light, sneered, and pointed with his right index finger, causing a lightning ball to appear and rush toward the green light.

The moment the lightning ball collided with the green light, it exploded with a loud boom.

Teng Li looked at it with disdain, but at that moment, the green light suddenly flashed three feet in front of him, piercing him with a bang. Teng Li's white robe immediately turned to ashes, revealing a golden inner armor underneath.

The green light was blocked by the inner armor and immediately turned and disappeared.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, regretting the missed opportunity. He waved his right hand, and the small green sword appeared between his fingers. Without looking back, he fled again.

Sweat appeared on Teng Li's forehead. The scene just now was too dangerous. Even with his late Foundation Establishment cultivation, if he had been pierced by the flying sword, he would have been seriously injured. Moreover, the cold light of the flying sword was definitely not ordinary, and he might have been killed on the spot.

Teng Li touched the inner armor given to him by his great-grandfather, feeling lucky, but his resolve to kill Wang Lin grew even stronger. His eyes glinted coldly as he muttered to himself, "Besides the teleportation treasure, there is also this miraculous flying sword. Little guy, everything you have is mine."

Three days later, in a desolate desert, Wang Lin, covered in dust, drank the last of the spiritual liquid from a gourd and bitterly muttered, "The spiritual liquid is running out. If this continues, it will be used up soon, and I must replenish it as soon as possible."

"Boy, I can't go on. These three days of teleporting have severely depleted my Nascent Soul essence," Situ Nan's voice was extremely weak.

Wang Lin looked back at the distance, his eyes showing a glint of killing intent. He said coldly, "He's coming again." As he spoke, he patted his storage bag, and a small green sword suddenly appeared.

The sword's luster was slightly dim, and there were some scratches on it. Over the past three days, Wang Lin had thrown the sword several times, but with Teng Li's heightened vigilance, it became increasingly difficult to ambush him. Moreover, the inner armor on Teng Li's body provided strong resistance, and even the sharpness of the sword could not penetrate it.

After summoning the flying sword, Wang Lin scanned the area with his divine sense and suddenly focused on the west. There, a vast forest stretched, with a layer of purple-black mist swirling above, making it impossible to see the details.

After a moment's thought, Wang Lin changed direction and flew toward the west. In a blink, he reached the edge of the forest, and without hesitation, he landed and rushed into the forest.

Wang Lin knew that his spiritual liquid was almost depleted, and Situ Nan's teleportation was also nearly exhausted. If they continued flying, they would eventually be caught.

It was better to abandon flying and walk through the forest. Although he did not know why the forest had such strange mist, his divine sense had revealed that within the mist, it was like moving through mud, limiting the range of his divine sense to just a few dozen feet.

Shortly after Wang Lin entered the forest, a long rainbow streaked through the sky, circled above the forest, and landed, revealing Teng Li, whose body was covered in golden light. Teng Li's face showed signs of fatigue from three days of continuous flight and pursuit, and his spiritual energy was greatly depleted. If not for the spiritual energy replenishing pills in his storage bag, he would have turned back long ago.

However, the magical treasure in the other party's hands had always been on his mind, making him eager to catch up and kill Wang Lin to seize the treasure. At the beginning of the pursuit, he did not expect it to be so difficult. Even when the other party used the teleportation technique, he was startled but thought that since the other party had not even reached the Foundation Establishment stage, his spiritual energy would be severely depleted from prolonged flight. With his late Foundation Establishment cultivation, he believed he could wear the other party down.

So, he pursued without urgency, waiting for the other party's spiritual energy to be depleted, planning to kill Wang Lin with one sword strike.

However, this plan was completely abandoned on the second day of the pursuit. The other party's speed did not slow down but increased, leaving him puzzled. As he observed, Teng Li gradually became shocked.

He saw the other party frequently take out a gourd, and each time he drank the liquid inside, his speed would noticeably increase. This scene had been repeated countless times along the way.

The desire to kill Wang Lin grew even stronger.

Standing outside the forest, Teng Li's eyes flickered with hesitation. He thought to himself, "This wild forest is quite mysterious, shrouded in mist all year round. Even my great-grandfather said not to enter it lightly. Should I pursue or not..."

After a moment's thought, Teng Li gritted his teeth, and the magical treasure in the other party's hands made up his mind. Without another word, he rushed in.

Inside the forest, ancient trees towered, and myriad plants thrived. The ground was covered with dead branches and decaying leaves, and many crawling venomous creatures like centipedes and snakes flashed by. Massive thousand-year-old trees were everywhere, and various strange flowers and plants grew abundantly. Numerous fierce beasts and birds often encountered and fought each other. In addition, the putrid smell from the decaying leaves and animal corpses gradually accumulated over time, turning into a deadly miasma.

The forest was shrouded in mist all year round, with strange trees growing and countless powerful beasts, comparable to Nascent Soul stage experts, lurking deep within. It was a place of constant danger, and a single misstep could cost one's life.

Wang Lin's divine sense spread out, and his body quickly moved through the forest. Suddenly, Situ Nan shouted urgently, "Stop, stop quickly!"

Wang Lin's body instantly halted.

"What kind of place is this? How can there be Blue Line Vines here? Damn, this thing is a minor destruction plant. Several second-tier cultivation countries were destroyed by Blue Line Vines," Situ Nan panted, saying.

"Blue Line Vines?" Wang Lin was taken aback.

"You see a vine in front of you with a blue line on it... Wait, that's not a Blue Line Vine. Strange... Wang Lin, this should be the initial young branch of a Blue Line Vine. Its power might not be as great as the rumors suggest, but you'd better avoid it. A mature Blue Line Vine is a nightmare for cultivators below the Core Formation stage. This thing is extremely sensitive to blood, and each time it devours a cultivator, it evolves. According to legend, a fully evolved Blue Line Vine can even resist Nascent Soul stage experts. Moreover, it is also sensitive to fluctuations in magical techniques and spiritual energy. Under no circumstances should you attack it with magical techniques," Situ Nan said solemnly.

Wang Lin looked around, his eyes fixed on a vine extending from the surface of a giant tree, showing a serious expression.

The vine looked ordinary, except for a faint blue line on its surface, which was not much different from other vines.

After a moment's thought, Wang Lin did not follow Situ Nan's advice to leave but slowly approached. Without using any spiritual energy, he carefully pinched the vine with his thumb and index finger and slowly pulled it back. As he concentrated, he gradually pulled the vine out to about ten feet, then slowly released it, retreated several dozen feet, and quickly cut his fingertip, splashing a drop of blood on the vine.

The vine, hit by the blood, immediately lashed out, lifting like a snake. Then, several more Blue Line Vines extended from its base, gathered together, wriggled a few times, and slowly settled back on the ground.

Sweat appeared on Wang Lin's forehead, and he smiled, quickly leaving.

Shortly after he left, Teng Li arrived. To catch up with Wang Lin, he had been using magical techniques to move. He did not notice the seemingly ordinary vines on the ground.

Although his divine sense was limited to a hundred feet within the forest, he could clearly feel that he was getting closer to Wang Lin. With a cold smile, he moved forward to pursue, but as he crossed the seemingly ordinary vines, a sudden change occurred.