What’s their cultivation?” asked Wang Lin raising his brows a bit.
“One is Mid Foundation Building stage, and the other is Late Foundation Building stage, Fake Dan.” Zhouzi Hong said with her eyes revealing a cold expression.
“Okay!” Wang Lin without hesitation nodded and replied.
“You know those two people, one is Junior Sister Xu Si, Ma Liang’s childhood friend. The other is Zhou An who is always fooling around with her. You do not need to kill them immediately, it will not be too late to kill them as you are leaving. I will bring the map in an hour.” After saying that, Zhouzi Hong looked deeply at Wang Lin, then turned around and flew up into the sky on her flying sword.
“Ma Liang, this is the only thing that I can do for you…..” Zhouzi Hong wearing a look of melancholy, slowly flew away.
Wang Lin looked thoughtfully at the back of Zhouzi Hong. Then spreading his divine consciousness immediately found Xu Si’s location. Remembering when he had put a trace of his divine consciousness on her, it turned out to be quite convenient for him now.
After becoming aware of Xu Si’s location, Wang Lin treading lightly, drilled into the ground and used the earth escape technique.
An hour later, Wang Lin had returned, sitting down cross-legged in meditation, waiting for Zhouzi Hong.
A weird expression was on his face at this moment. He had found Xu Si at a remote mountain place, where she was together with Zhou An, moaning unconsciously, as the sound of the two shining white bodies ramming into each other unceasingly was making a “pa pa” sound.
Wang Lin watched them for a while, then secretly leaving behind a trace of his divine consciousness on Zhou An, quietly left.
The Jungle was quiet as if waiting for something. Zhouzi Hong didn’t come. Instead a concentrating qi female disciple arrived, and after throwing a Jade strip into the jungle, immediately walked away without looking back.
Wang Lin grasped out with his hand, immediately collecting the Jade strip, and viewing it with his divine consciousness. Without moving he put it in his storage bag, and without hesitation drilled into the ground, using the earth escape technique.
After merging the three map parts, Wang Lin could see that Huo Fen Country belongs to the Zhou Wu Continent. And between Zhao Country and this continent, there is the Sea of Devils..
To return to Zhao country, he must approach this legendary land of devil cultivators : Sea of Devils
Although not much is said about Sea of Devils in the map, certain dangerous places are emphasized. Even YuanYing cultivators would not easily enter those places.
The map also mentioned that this Sea of Devils is actually not a genuine sea. Long ago during a great war in the Ancient Era, a deity used a powerful technique to evaporate the whole sea to kill his enemies.
Since then, the entire Sea of Devils became a lingering mist. It would be accurate to describe it as fog sea. Many of the original sea creatures have gone through a long evolution, in order to adapt to the fog, and can survive in it.
Also because of the peculiar nature of Sea of Devils fog, every year for one month it will turn into water. And after that month, it will turn back to its original state.
Its harsh landscape resulted in it being low on resources. Adding to that the rarity of spiritual veins, and rampant banditry, it slowly became a gathering place for Devil Cultivators. And even some wanted people from high ranked XiuZhen Countries began to come here, relying on the special landscape of the Sea of Devils to escape pursuit.
Sea of Devils is a name that originated from that, as it’s true name has been long forgotten by the world. The forces of Sea of Devils are usually chaotic, a mix of all kinds of people, non-demonic people are rarely willing to enter it.
Wang Lin was processing the information obtained from the map in his mind while moving. Suddenly his body shook slightly and he paused. Spreading his divine consciousness, he saw two sword lights in the sky moving through the air. In front was a woman with a flustered expression, her pale body on verge of crumbling.
This woman had slender, elegant eyebrows like mist. She was like a fairy, a lotus flower, gentle, graceful and beautiful. It was the Luo He Sect’s female cultivator Limu Wan.
Chasing behind her was a slick haired youth. He chased her leisurely while quipping loudly: “Little lady, your thirteenth squad’s members have all been killed by me, one by one, where can you run off to now.”
Limu Wan said nothing, and biting her lower lip, continued to fly forward.
The youth waved his right hand. A “zi” sound was barely heard, as the gentle and graceful Limu Wan’s clothes had been torn off at large areas on her back, revealing snow white skin.