Chapter 142 A Sneak Attack

The shrill screams echoed in the belly of the mountain.

The moment she was wrapped in the flames of the Fire-Splitting Bead, the strangely dressed woman only had time to let out half a scream before the sound stopped abruptly.

Where the strangely dressed woman had stood before, there was only a dark pit half a foot deep. Apart from that, everything turned into nothingness.

Seeing the fate of the strangely dressed woman, Xiao Lin's eyelids also jumped a few times. The power of the Fire-Splitting Bead was too terrifying. In comparison, his own Great Perfection Fireball Technique was not as good.

The pale-faced man looked extremely ugly. He stared at the monk surnamed Wang, whose fish-scale magic weapon was shattered on the ground and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. The coldness in his eyes was exposed.

"You actually possess the Fire-Splitting Pearl. It seems that Zhao really underestimated you."

"If you hadn't forced Wang into a desperate situation, how could Wang have sacrificed this Fire-Splitting Pearl that could seriously injure even a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage?" Gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the cultivator surnamed Wang forced a smile on his pale face.

"It is said that only the Jindan ancestor can have the Fire-Splitting Pearl. He sealed a small amount of true fire in his body in the Hunling Pearl and put it in the Earth Fire Pool for several years of nurturing. Even if a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage is attacked by the Fire-Splitting Pearl, even if he doesn't die, he will most likely be seriously injured."

"It is said that the Fire-Splitting Pearl once appeared in the Snow Ridge Immortal City. In the end, it was purchased by a disciple of a cultivation family for tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones. Could that person be you?" The pale-faced man did not kill him, but looked at the cultivator surnamed Wang with a gloomy face and said.

"Tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones? Tsk tsk, how could a casual cultivator like me have such a rich fortune? That man just had bad luck and was blocked outside the fairy city by Wang." The cultivator surnamed Wang did not hide his words, but directly told his deeds of killing people and stealing treasures.

"As expected." The pale-faced man nodded.

"But you killed Zhao's Taoist partner, this account cannot be easily settled. I was thinking of sending you back to reincarnation, but now it is impossible. Let Zhao extract your soul and refine it into the [Soul Burning Lamp], light it for a period of sixty years, and then let you completely disappear into ashes."

These words were said slowly by the pale-faced man, but when they entered the ears of the cultivator surnamed Wang, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Haha, if you want to extract the soul and refine the spirit from Wang, don't dream about it. Wang will never let you succeed even if he dies." The face of the monk surnamed Wang changed drastically, and his eyes showed a resolute look. A bright red suddenly appeared on his pale face.

The pale-faced man saw the change in the face of the monk surnamed Wang, sneered, pointed with one hand, and a yellowish-brown magic power suddenly shot out and hit the body of the monk surnamed Wang.

The monk surnamed Wang was like a deflated ball, and the bright red on his face also quietly retreated, but his face was full of fear.

"You, if you have the ability, give Wang a quick death. Doing the dirty work of extracting souls and refining spirits, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?" Seeing that his plan to expose his Dantian Qi Sea was discovered, the monk surnamed Wang suddenly showed a miserable look on his face. Extracting souls and refining spirits is definitely the most cruel punishment for cultivators.

Thinking of the miserable situation of the soul being burned by the flames every day, unable to live or die, the monk surnamed Wang could not help but feel disheartened.

"Suffering punishment from heaven? You are a high-level cultivator of Qi Refining. Do you think Zhao will believe such a ridiculous statement that fools ordinary mortals? You'd better let Zhao extract your soul obediently." The monk surnamed Zhao walked towards the monk surnamed Wang with a gloomy face.

Just when the monk surnamed Wang was full of despair, nine lavender fist-sized fireballs shot towards the monk surnamed Zhao from all directions like arrows.

The monk surnamed Zhao's face changed drastically, and he almost instinctively threw the small hammer in his hand at the fireballs. At the same time, he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a leaf emitting a scorching green light floated out of it. The leaf flashed lightly and reached the top of the monk surnamed Zhao's head.

From the leaf, a round khaki light shield expanded, barely wrapping the body of the monk surnamed Zhao, and several fireballs were already in front of him.

Although the small hammer magic weapon blocked one of the fireballs, Xiao Lin cast nine large fireballs, and the remaining eight fireballs hit the green light shield almost in no particular order.

"Boom boom boom" The fireballs exploded one after another when they touched the green light shield, and the scorching flames instantly wrapped the monk surnamed Zhao in it.

After a few breaths, the embarrassed figure of the monk surnamed Zhao appeared. His robe was shattered, and the leaf magic weapon had already dissipated the green light, and the entire leaf surface was covered with dense cracks.

But when he just summoned the small hammer magic weapon into his hand, seven blade-shaped phantoms about ten feet long fell towards him in the air, and at the same time, nine huge lavender fireballs also expanded rapidly in his pupils again.

"No..." The pale face of the cultivator surnamed Zhao suddenly turned gray, and deep fear was revealed in his eyes. He never dreamed that an inconspicuous and seriously injured cultivator of the seventh level of Qi Refining could actually practice a primary spell of the great perfection level.

Moreover, Xiao Lin, who had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending to be seriously injured, had already stood up in high spirits. He knew very well that for such a cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he either had to not attack or he had to kill him with one strike.

Although the face of the cultivator surnamed Zhao was full of fear, his eyes were not panicked. A dark scale magic weapon jumped out of his waist bag, and the scale magic weapon flashed lightly and reached the top of the head of the cultivator surnamed Zhao. At the same time, a yellowish-brown shield slowly condensed in front of the cultivator surnamed Zhao.

"The Great Perfection basic spell is the earth shield?" Xiao Lin's face condensed, and he could see at a glance that the yellowish-brown shield was a Great Perfection basic spell, but he did not show a surprised expression, all of this seemed to be within his expectations.

After all, in his opinion, if a cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining did not have a few trump cards, he would really be surprised.

"Clang." The seven blade-shaped phantoms formed by the Seven Blades Slash slashed on the scale magic weapon one after another. When the fifth phantom fell, the scale magic weapon was broken into pieces. Although this scale magic weapon was a high-level magic weapon, it was still unable to resist the full force of Xiao Lin's top-grade magic weapon, the Seven Blades Slash.

The monk surnamed Zhao seemed to have expected such an outcome. The khaki shield in front of him took the initiative to meet it. After the Seven Blades Slash shattered the scale magic weapon, the force was already at the end of its strength. When the remaining force fell on the khaki shield, it suddenly shone with spiritual light and disappeared without a trace.

The monk surnamed Zhao sneered. Although this person suddenly attacked him, as long as he could resist this wave of sneak attacks, he would have time to counterattack. At that time, he would definitely make this person and the monk surnamed Wang into a "Soul Burning Lamp" together, so that he could also enjoy the taste of refining the soul.

But just as he had this thought, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. Before he could do anything, a black light suddenly penetrated his chest, then turned a corner and returned to Xiao Lin's side, spinning around him.

"You?" The Zhao monk's expression froze. He looked down at his chest in disbelief. There was a hole about an inch in the chest, and the surrounding flesh and blood had been burned to black. At the same time, a sense of weakness came from his body.

"You actually hid a magic weapon?" The Zhao monk's face was miserable. The small hammer magic weapon floating in the air passed through the void and hit his head hard. His head was immediately broken, blood spurted out, and a ball of yellowish fist-sized spiritual light shot out from the broken head, and in the blink of an eye it was several feet away.

"Want to run?" This cultivator surnamed Zhao was also a ruthless character. After knowing that he was seriously injured, he actually took the initiative to smash his head with a small hammer magic weapon and escaped from his soul.

Seeing this, Xiao Lin naturally would not let his soul leave kindly. A light purple fireball in his hand had already been ready to go. When the cultivator surnamed Zhao's soul shot out of his body, the fireball shot towards his soul with a light purple tail flame.

A shrill scream came from a distance. Xiao Lin took a deep breath and then came to the cultivator surnamed Wang with a calm face.

"My fellow Daoist, we have no grudges against each other. Now that Zhao is dead, I think you also know that if it weren't for Wang's Fire-Splitting Bead that killed the bitch, even if you attacked from the side, you could only seriously injure one person at most, and it is impossible to kill two people."

"I hope you will spare my life for the sake of our joint defense against a powerful enemy. I will definitely keep today's incident to myself and will never tell anyone else." When Wang saw that Zhao died at the hands of Xiao Lin, he felt excited about surviving a disaster, but when he saw Xiao Lin walking towards him with a gloomy face, his heart also "stomped".

He knew that Xiao Lin didn't kill Zhao to save him. The moment he saw Xiao Lin attack Zhao, he knew that the person in front of him pretended to be seriously injured by him in order to divert Zhao's attention to himself.

After thinking this through, the monk surnamed Wang naturally greeted Xiao Lin's ancestors in his heart, and at the same time he was full of regret, but now that things have come to this, he has no power to resist now, so it is better to lower his posture, maybe he can still survive.

Xiao Lin listened to the monk surnamed Wang quietly, and then smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Wang, what you said makes sense."

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Wang showed great joy on his face, but when he was about to continue to strike while the iron was hot, he felt a piercing pain in his back, and his expression froze, watching the shuttle-shaped magic weapon that passed through his chest return to Xiao Lin's hands.

"You?" The monk surnamed Wang's face was full of disbelief. He thought he had a chance to survive, but he didn't expect the result to be like this.

"I, Xiao, don't plan to learn how to make a soul-burning lamp from that cultivator named Zhao. I'd rather send fellow Daoist Wang to reincarnate and start over in the next life." After saying that, he shook his hand and threw a fireball, turning the terrified cultivator named Wang into ashes. Except for the storage bag on his waist, even his soul was refined.