Although those Nascent Soul stage monks took advantage of formations and were good at cooperating, Lin Xuan really didn't take them seriously.
As for the three clutches, they are all mid-level immortal cultivators.
Lin Xuan was so strong that even if he was challenged by a higher level, it would be a common occurrence for him. The other party's level was lower than his, so what's the use of having more people, it was just a cloud.
In a flash, Lin Xuan disappeared from the spot without a trace.
Regardless of his overwhelming attacks, they can only hit the air for a while.
"this……"
The three of them were shocked. They didn't expect that the other party's escape technique was so wonderful. It was breathtaking. However, for them, it was a nightmare.
Screaming secretly in their hearts, the three of them each released their defensive magic weapons.
I saw the black-robed monk reaching out and patting it, and a green jade bowl appeared in front of him. It spun around and quickly grew in size. A layer of light curtain was separated from the surface to protect the owner.
It can be said that the body of the jade bowl has successively laid down two layers of protection in the blink of an eye.
His reaction had to be quick, but Lin Xuan appeared almost at the same time. The two were only a few feet apart, and then he saw a sarcastic smile on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.
His whole body was filled with halo, and a soaring demonic aura erupted from his body.
The shadow of a phoenix appeared behind Lin Xuan, and then disappeared from his head. Lin Xuan's aura became more and more terrifying. Along with it, there was a banging sound coming into his ears, and his right hand became demonic.
It turned into sharp and sharp demonic claws.
The nails alone were about a foot long, and the cold light on the surface was even more dazzling. The black-robed monk was shocked and turned pale. At this time, it was too late to retreat.
Lin Xuan was already close, and his demonized claws suddenly swelled and clawed hard towards his head.
The momentum could not be described in words. The light curtain that originally looked thick was now like paper.
A stabbing sound reached the ears, which were torn to pieces. The jade bowl itself had no effect and was directly pierced by Lin Xuan's nails.
The treasure's light quickly dimmed.
Without protection, one can imagine the fate of the monk. Although he barely turned his head, his shoulder was stabbed by Lin Xuan's sharp claws.
Blood splashes!
Although he did not die, serious injuries were inevitable.
However, the attack was not over yet. Lin Xuan opened his mouth and spit out a sword light, directly passing through his chest. This blow was so well-measured that not only did his physical body fall, but even his Yuanying did not escape.
I was stabbed to the core.
"Brother!"
The other two septage-level monks were horrified and exclaimed at the same time, their voices full of sorrow. This was not because they had a deep friendship with the black-robed monk. On the contrary, because they usually competed for favor in front of their master, they actually had a lot of trouble.
Less grudges and nastiness.
However, seeing him fall now, and marveling at Lin Xuan's strength, he couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, perhaps the most important thing is to remember Master's strict order.
The two of them escaped in unison, but in completely opposite directions.
The Nascent Soul monks were also shocked and dispersed without even saying a word.
"Come on, do you think there is still a chance at this time?"
Lin Xuan's eyes flickered. He had expected this situation for a long time. With a flick of his sleeves and robes, the vitality of the surrounding world began to throb and surge wildly. Then an incredible scene appeared.
Because this is the depth of the sea, it goes without saying that the water energy is the most abundant and mixed with the sea water, causing huge waves on the sea surface.
The sky was extremely gloomy, and the huge waves were actually over a thousand feet high.
And such huge waves appeared from all directions.
"combine!"
Lin Xuan fired a magic spell, and those huge waves actually connected into one, forming a huge water ball, covering an area of thousands of miles.
Lin Xuan used the phantom sky fire at the right time, and the four colors flowed, and finally all turned into blue, and a heart-stopping cold air spread around.
It was not over yet, the strange flame turned into a blue phoenix, and jumped onto the water ball with a speed similar to teleportation.
Pfft...
The blue ice armor spread quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the water ball was frozen and turned into a huge ice cage.
The escaping light of the two monks in the separation and union period suddenly stopped. They could vaguely see that this thing seemed to be extremely dangerous. They should slow down for a while and let others cast stones to ask for directions.
It has to be said that the saying that people become better with age makes sense. The longer a cultivator lives, the more cunning he becomes.
A few of those Nascent Soul cultivators noticed something was wrong, and stopped the light-emitting rays in surprise.
However, not everyone is so cunning, or as careful as hair. Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators have no intention of stopping. Although they can see that the water polo is freezing, so what, the ice is several feet thick.
The layer can be easily broken!
Many monks united their swords, or let treasures fly around their bodies, and rushed towards the ice ball.
They want to break through the ice, but the enemy is too terrifying.
If you stay here, death is the only outcome. Only by escaping can you have a chance of survival.
In the same way that wealth and honor are sought in danger, finding a way out in such a dangerous environment also requires extraordinary courage.
Their choice cannot be said to be wrong, but the scene that happened next made everyone feel cold to the bone.
A total of seventeen Nascent Soul monks collided with the ice ball at the same time. As a result, whether it was the body-protecting spirit light or the natal treasure, once it came into contact with the ice wall, it seemed as if demons were released.
boom!
The ice wall suddenly burst into flames, and the four colors were constantly flowing, cold, poisonous, corrosive, and devouring...
The four-color flames suddenly enveloped their bodies, and screams came one after another. The sounds were extremely miserable. The Nascent Soul monks were carrying flames and bumping around like headless flies. They looked like crazy demons, but it was of no use.
No matter what secret techniques they used, they could not extinguish the flames. They were rolling and wailing, and the final outcome was still their souls returning to the underworld.
The strange thing is that the storage bag has been preserved intact. Lin Xuan's control of the phantom sky fire has reached the point of precision.
There are still seven or eight monks alive, but at this moment, all of them have pale faces. As cultivators of the Demon Sect, they are naturally murderous people. It's a pity that now I am making knives for fish and meat. How does it feel?
It's hard to describe in words.
Fighting, defeating, escaping, all the ways out are blocked. At this time, they are trapped in the huge ice ball, without even a glimmer of hope.
"Senior, please spare my life. As long as you spare me, I am willing to be a slave and serve you for the rest of my life." At a dead end, the Yuan Ying stage monk finally collapsed and knelt down with a pop, showing his surrender to Lin Xuan.