Xiao Lin knew that this was also the magical power of Patriarch Hentian, which was refined through the sacrifice of hundreds of poisonous demonic flames. It was similar to the divine thunder of the immortal way.
Once it gets closer and explodes, the poisonous demonic flames inside will spread out instantly, sweeping away all living creatures within a radius of tens of feet.
Naturally, Xiao Lin would not be approached by him. There was a flash of black light on his body and a flash of thunder. He had already jumped hundreds of feet away. He raised his hand slightly, and two dark red fireballs gradually emerged.
Almost in the blink of an eye, two fireballs with a diameter of several feet were formed, exuding an astonishingly hot aura.
"Six Paths of Explosive Flame Technique?"
When Ancestor Hentian saw Xiao Lin leaping hundreds of feet away in an instant, he couldn't help but adjust his eyelids, and at the same time his mind changed rapidly. The dozens of bone-crushing magic thunders turned into a black cloud, soaring into the sky, towards the sky.
Shoot towards Xiao Lin.
After tempering the seal through the illusion of the dark sky, Xiao Lin became more and more comfortable in controlling spells. Although he has not yet reached the state of great perfection, the speed of casting spells has also been greatly shortened.
Seeing that the two fireballs had condensed and formed, Xiao Lin said "Go."
The two fireballs suddenly hit the black cloud like two meteors falling from the sky.
Ancestor Hentian deliberately wanted to control the bone-crushing magic thunder to dodge, but the bone-crushing magic thunder had long been locked by Xiao Lin's spiritual consciousness. The two fireballs fired by the Six Paths of Explosive Flame Technique shot straight into the black clouds and exploded violently.
Come on.
Immediately, a large area of red and black flames spread out, covering a hundred feet of space, raging for a while before dissipating.
A sinister look flashed across the face of Patriarch Hentian, a flash of magic light appeared on his body, and with a wave of his sleeves, a ball of magic light suddenly enveloped him, and he soared into the sky at an extremely astonishing speed, heading towards Xiao.
Lin rushed away.
In mid-air, a small black flag was thrown out from his hand. The small flag swayed slightly and then disappeared without a trace.
When Xiao Lin saw this, his face changed slightly. The next moment, a small black flag appeared above his head, and a large black magic cloud sprang out from it. Countless ferocious faces flashed in the magic cloud, and they let out shrill screams.
Voices.
Almost in a moment, it covered an area of several hundred feet, and even Xiao Lin was wrapped in it.
Xiao Lin only dared to feel a bone-chilling coldness spread, and at the same time countless demons rushed towards him.
Xiao Lin was not afraid at all. The sword light emitted by the twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords enveloped it with water, and it remained unmoved despite the continuous attacks of the devil.
And every time when it is attacked by the demon god, the Qingluan Ice Sword will emit several sword lights on its own, killing the demon god and smashing it into pieces. However, these demon gods are all immortal. They were just chopped into pieces. The next moment, in the next ten seconds,
Zhangwai, condensed and formed again.
This goes on and on and on and on.
After a moment, Xiao Lin also showed a surprised expression on his face. This Demonic Soul Flag is indeed worthy of being one of the countless magic treasures of the Demonic Path. It contains countless demon gods, and as long as the Demonic Soul Flag is there, it is basically immortal.
It is impossible to kill them all, and it is surrounded by countless demon gods, three layers inside and three outside. Even if it can be defended for a short time, over time, it will probably run out of mana and be swallowed up by thousands of demon gods.
Seeing Xiao Lin trapped in the demon cloud sent by the demon soul flag, Patriarch Hentian showed a proud smile on his face.
But soon the smile on his face froze, and there was a flash of green light in the magic cloud. The next moment, Xiao Lin's figure suddenly appeared a few feet in front of him, looking at him with a sneer.
Xiao Lin relied on the Biyu Glaring Wings to teleport out of the demon god's siege and appeared in front of Patriarch Hentian. With a thought, the twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords suddenly turned into a river of sword energy, moving towards him.
Ancestor Hentian pounced on him.
Ancestor Hentian's expression changed, and he was really surprised. He didn't understand why Xiao Lin could suddenly leave when he was surrounded by the demonic energy emitted by the Demonic Soul Flag. Could it really be the legendary magical power of teleportation?
Teleportation is the exclusive domain of great monks, and even late-stage Nascent Soul monks cannot do it.
He suddenly thought of the green aura he had just seen, and it suddenly dawned on him that the other party might possess some kind of magic weapon capable of short-distance teleportation.
Thinking of this, Patriarch Hentian's heart sank. Seeing a large sword light coming towards him, he immediately opened his mouth and shot out a black shield, which swelled in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, it grew to a size of more than ten feet, lying in front of him.
"Clang, Clang, Clang." The harsh metal collision sound kept ringing, and countless sword lights fell on the shield, exploding into large expanses of dark green aura, flying in all directions.
But Xiao Lin pointed from a distance, and the twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords made the sound of phoenixes, and then the twenty-four thick swords slashed directly towards the black shield.
"Bang." There was a crisp sound, and Patriarch Hentian's expression changed.
The moment Xiao Lin commanded the main body of the Qingluan Ice Sword to attack, Patriarch Hentian was horrified to discover that the twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords were all mid-level magic weapons.
This was indeed a bit beyond his expectation. When the intermediate magic weapon was deployed in the hands of Yuanying monk, its power could easily kill a golden elixir Dzogchen cultivator.
And its power was also too much for Patriarch Hentian. The black shield in front of him was just an elementary magic weapon. If it hadn't been for the concentration of his magic power, he would have been chopped into pieces at this moment.
Even so, he felt that the mana in his body was being consumed rapidly.
Thinking of this, Ancestor Hentian slapped the star ring on his waist, and shot out two long black knives. As soon as the long knives appeared, the blazing demonic flames of hundreds of poisons suddenly burned, and then Ancestor Hentian pointed at Xiao Lin from afar.
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The two black long swords immediately turned into two hundred-foot-long swords of light, flying towards Xiao Lin in the air.
"Ling Bao?" Xiao Lin saw at a glance that the two long black knives were actually a pair of Ling Bao. Although he was not new to Ling Bao, he was very afraid of the hundreds of poisonous demonic flames stained on them.
Xiao Link opened his mouth, and the Heavenly Escape Mirror suddenly shot out and floated above his head. Dark green spiritual light flashed wildly on the mirror surface, and then a beam of light about ten feet thick suddenly shot out.
The two long black knives had no time to dodge before they were enveloped by the beam of light.
A layer of black ice about a foot thick immediately appeared on the blade, and the entire void was filled with a bone-chilling chill.
"Han Yan?"
A look of surprise flashed across the eyes of the Ancestor Hentian, and then he violently activated the magic power in his body. The two magic knives suddenly burned with black flames, and the Tiandun Mirror also shot out dark green light pillars again, illuminating
On top of the magic knife.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, with no outcome in sight.
But both Ancestor Hentian and Xiao Lin felt that their mana was being consumed rapidly. When they started to attack, they showed no mercy at all. It was a life and death battle.
The many Black Demon Sect disciples below and the Dancaoshan disciples on the walls of Xuelaoguan were fascinated by what they saw. Most of them had rarely seen the Golden Dan monks, let alone the Nascent Soul monks fighting.
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The battle between Xiao Lin and Patriarch Hentian was earth-shattering.
Demonic light was billowing in the void between them, sword energy was flowing horizontally, and from time to time there was the sound of the collision of magic weapons.
Most of the sky was covered in various mana auras.