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Chapter 1,667 Xianmu Yilan’s trump card
Lin Xuan gritted his teeth, but his ordinary face looked courageous and resolute. This was not the first time he encountered such a crisis. Facing a strong enemy, only unyielding will can lead him to victory.
Now that the situation is favorable, he wants to turn decay into magic!
Who says leapfrog challenges are impossible.
So what if there are old monsters in the Dongxuan stage? Rabbits can bite people if they are cornered.
Lin Xuan took a breath, put away the Demon Fate Sword, and danced with his hands. Countless phantoms appeared in the sky, looking like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara of Buddhism.
One mysterious seal after another.
Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of Buddhist chanting.
Lin Xuan had not used True Spirit Strike many times before, but such a scene had never happened before. Could it be said that this secret technique had anything to do with Buddhism?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, but Lin Xuan had no time to think about it slowly.
The spiritual power all over his body surged like crazy into his palms, squeezing out almost every drop of spiritual power from his Dantian to his meridians in just an instant.
My mind went blank. After my mana was drained, I felt dizzy, felt like vomiting, and felt extremely uncomfortable all over my body.
This move is indeed extremely powerful, but if one's mind and consciousness are not at a certain level, it would be a fool's errand to use it.
But in terms of power, it is even better than the Demon Fate Sword.
The spiritual power was highly compressed. Lin Xuan closed his hands and held it in the palm of his hand. However, the surface of the light ball, which was the size of an egg, was wrapped with electric arcs. Countless runes the size of rice grains were looming, making it look extremely mysterious.
And in the sphere, there was actually a shadow bouncing and flickering.
tiger!
However, it is very different from the ordinary king of the forest. True Spirit Strike, as the name suggests, is a secret technique that imitates a certain divine beast in the spirit world.
The White Tiger of the Four Spirits!
His mortal enemy is Tao Tzu.
After the ball of light was formed, Lin Xuan had no intention of delaying at all, and with a loud roar, he suddenly pushed the ball out.
The ball of light that had gathered all his mana suddenly burst, and the mini version of the white tiger roared out, its size skyrocketed, and soon it was more than three feet long, but its momentum was even stronger than the unicorn just now. With the force of thunder, it struck fiercely.
He was hit as hard as an old man dressed as a Taoist.
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At the same time, on the other side.
The blond Dongxuan stage immortal cultivator also caught up with Xianmu Yilan. Compared with his companions, this old monster was obviously smarter. What's the use of talking nonsense? He should capture the opponent first.
However, the scene that happened next was beyond his expectation. Although Xianmu Yilan was in a desperate state, he was able to hold on with the Tongtian Lingbao in his hand.
That treasure is different from the Demon Edge Sword. It cannot release much power, but it is extremely sharp, and each strike does not consume too much mana.
The light of the sword was brighter than the sun. As an old monster in the Dongxuan stage, the blond old man's face was full of alertness and he was unwilling to take on the attack forcefully.
However, the gap in realm is there after all. As time goes by, Xianmu Yilan's situation becomes more and more unfavorable. Sooner or later, he will lose.
Whoosh...
A golden claw emerged, and Xianmu Yilan narrowly avoided it. However, both of his self-defense magic weapons were destroyed. They were like paper in front of the claws, and the opponent did not even offer any treasures.
, just relying on the profound magic power made Xianmu Yilan unable to resist.
It is obviously not possible to continue like this.
He must not perish here, and the fate of being caught by the opponent will be similar. It seems that this is the only way.
A look of determination flashed in Xianmu Yilan's eyes. He opened his mouth, and a ball of blood spurted out of his body. It exploded with a bang, and a ball of blood mist appeared in front of his eyes.
With a flash in the wind, seven clusters of blood-colored runes the size of a baby's fist appeared, spinning around on his chest, and then disappeared into Xianmu Yilan's body.
A squeaking sound reached his ears, and his shirt was torn, and dark magic lines suddenly appeared on the surface of his skin. At the same time, a violent and pure demonic energy rose into the sky, and the pair of snow-white wings behind him also
It became darker, and even the nature of the spiritual power began to change...
His limbs stretched out, his hair broke free from the golden crown, and danced wildly in the wind like a devil snake. His muscles also protruded outwards. However, they did not look scary, but they felt like iron, as if
With every move of his hands, he can exert overwhelming power.
Demonic energy surged, and although his cultivation was still at the peak of the initial clutch stage, the feeling it gave people was completely different from just now.
For cultivators, realm is the most important factor that determines a cultivator's strength, but it is by no means the only one.
The entire transformation sounds complicated, but in fact it was completed in an instant.
The blond old man stared blankly, but deep in his eyes, there was a flash of light. This look, this aura, looked so familiar. Where had he seen it before?
Ancient demon?
No, the other party is obviously a human cultivator. Could it be that he practices some top-level magic skill?
But even the top-level magic power should not have such an effect. This matter is really strange.
The dark wings behind Xianmu Yilan flashed, and the wind blew up. An astonishing coercion emanated from his body, far beyond what he could possess in his own realm. He was so violent that he looked like
Almost like a devil from hell.
However, the blond old man couldn't possibly be scared. After all, he was a cultivator in the Dongxuan stage. So what if he had performed a weird transformation just to be equal to him?
act recklessly!
With this thought in his mind, the old monster roared loudly, and his body turned into a ball of golden light and rose into the sky, as dazzling as the sun, and then he rushed towards the opponent like a meteor from the sky.
In the middle of the process, the man slapped his palm, and with a flash of golden light, a lion-like monster appeared in sight. It was majestic and almost as big as a small mountain.
A strange light flashed in Xianmu Yilan's eyes, and the Tongtian Lingbao in his hand swung downwards, and a bright sword light appeared.
But the lion clapped its palms, opened its bloody mouth, and a crescent-shaped light wave flashed, but its size was simply not the same as the sword light released by the Tongtian Lingbao, and it was equally bright and extremely beautiful.
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Two tyrannical forces collided together. First, a very thin sound, like a sharp sound like a steel wire being snapped, came into my ears, but the surroundings seemed extremely quiet. Then, where the two energies collided,
The powerful light waves swept out wildly, and everything nearby was turned into nothingness, and then there was an earth-shattering explosion.
However, the lion had no intention of stopping, and rushed in front of Xianmu Yilan despite the terrifying light wave. It slapped out its two front paws. If it was hit, Xianmu Yilan would have only one fate.
After the physical body dies, whether Nascent Soul can save his life depends on whether the other party wants to capture him alive.
The situation has become extremely dangerous, but there is not much fear on Xianmu Yilan's face.
He did not hide, or in other words, at this moment, it was too late to hide.
He held the lancet-shaped Heavenly Spirit Treasure in his left hand, and raised his right hand high above his head. The demonic energy all over his body swarmed into his palm as if it were alive, and in an instant, a vortex was formed.
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It was no bigger than an egg at first, but in the next moment, it increased to about a foot in diameter. It was so deep inside that you couldn't see the bottom at all. However, compared with the size of a lion, it was nothing to mention.
Facing this terrible attack, the feeling is almost the same as that of a mantis using its arms as a chariot.
But the next moment, an incredible scene happened. The sound of hisses reached his ears, and from the vortex, countless black air as thin as hairs swarmed out, like living tentacles, binding the lion's five-flowered body.
The golden old monster's face turned cold as he poured boundless mana into the lion's body.
The lion's golden light burst out, trying desperately to break free, but what happened next was simply jaw-dropping. Those filaments were extremely flexible. Although they looked like they would break at the touch of a touch, in fact, they were not.
That's not the case at all. Only a few filaments were broken, but more were sprayed out from the vortex, wrapping the entire lion, and then actually annihilating it inside.
"this……"
The blond old monster, who has experienced countless bloody events, at this moment, his eyes widened and his mouth was dumbfounded, how could a mere cultivator in the separation and union stage have such a heaven-defying spell.
Puzzled, his eyes swept across the whirlpool again, but a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.
Xianmu Yilan waved his left hand, and another bright sword light lit up.
"Wait a minute, don't take action yet, I have something to say."
"Humph, things have come to this point, what else is there to say, either you die or I live?" Xianmu Yilan said coldly, but even though he said so, he still stopped what he was doing.
"If you want to fight to the death, although you are far better than the immortal cultivators of the same level, you have no chance to defeat the Dongxuan cultivator. Answer my questions obediently. As long as you satisfy me, I will not let you go until now."
The old man smiled slightly and said nonchalantly.
"What do you want to ask?"
"Were those Li family cultivators who were two thousand miles southeast of here wiped out by you?"
"Not bad." Xianmu Yilan said without concealing that he was not as rich as Lin Xuan in terms of Huahuachangzi. This guy was just a little bit mean-spirited, but he was actually very honest.
"Why do you have a grudge against them?"
"Hmph, I didn't know any of the monks from the Li family before."
"There is no injustice or enmity, so why did you do this cruel thing?"
"Your Excellency, your question is unreasonable. Such things are not worth mentioning in the world of immortality. They have blocked my way of making money. Are you satisfied with this answer?" Xianmu Yilan said neither arrogantly nor humblely.
Even when facing a cultivator of the Dongxuan Stage, he could not hide the arrogance in his body. It had nothing to do with his strength, it seemed to be something he was born with.
The old blond man was silent.
"I have answered all your questions. Can you let me leave?"
"Wait, last question, if I am not mistaken, Taoist friend is not our local immortal cultivator in the East China Sea, what is your relationship with Lord Tianmo?"