Yue'er and Lin Xuan have a blood contract, and the cooperation between the two is extremely tacit. When she saw the young master offering the Immortal Binding Ball, Yue'er waved her sleeves and began to use other magical powers.
He opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of Yin Qi. After being absorbed by the demon flag, it turned into a large demon cloud that kept surging in place, and countless green fireballs the size of basins spewed out from it.
"combine!"
Yue'er let out a light scold, and those fireballs immediately roared towards the phantom. However, they suddenly stopped about ten feet away from it, ready to go.
Seeing this scene, the phantom's expression couldn't help but change, but before it could use other methods, Lin Xuan had already sacrificed the ancient treasure gourd.
With the control of spiritual consciousness and the infusion of mana into it, the gourd turned bright red with a flash of light, and its size also increased a lot.
However, this was just the beginning. A ray of light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, and he pointed at the treasure above his head. In an instant, the gourd blurred and split into two.
Then, the two gourds blurred again, and a new division occurred...
In an instant, the gourd turned into nine, which was nearly twice the size when the monk used it. Although the two of them were both in the middle stage of pill condensation, Lin Xuan's consciousness was stronger than his. I don't know how many people are there, so I can unleash the true power of this treasure.
At this time, the silver thread transformed from the Immortal Binding Ball also came to the place three feet away from the shadow.
Facing the heavy siege, Xuying finally showed a trace of anxiety on his face, raised his head, and let out an angry roar.
Along with the roaring sound, a whirlwind of sinister air blew up around it. The whirlwind was so violent that the silver thread formed by the Immortal Binding Ball could not get close.
Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows when he saw it, but his face did not show any panic. He turned his right hand over, and a small mirror with a simple shape appeared in the palm of his hand.
The mirror surface was extremely smooth and exuded an astonishing aura. Lin Xuan raised it high, and under the influence of magic, more than ten fist-sized black light groups were sprayed out from it.
After a period of distortion, they merged together and turned into a monster that was about ten feet long. It looked eighty-nine points like a mountain cutworm, but it had a pair of jet-black wings on its back.
Lin Xuan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth and pointed at the shadow: "Go!"
The strange tiger's eyes immediately flashed with red light, and disappeared on the spot in a swish. The speed was extremely fast.
When Xuying saw it, he showed no fear and did not use any other magical powers. It was obvious that he was full of confidence in this Yin Qi whirlwind.
The strange tiger crashed into it without any sound. However, a few seconds later, the whirlwind slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The virtual shadow was frightened, angry and anxious, with a look of disbelief on its face. It never dreamed that this ancient mirror could actually cause its Yin Qi spiritual power to suddenly drain away.
What kind of ancient treasure is this that has such incredible effects?
Naturally, Lin Xuan would not give it time to think. Whenever his mind moved, the silver threads floating around were immediately entangled. At such a close distance, the shadow had no way to hide. With a flicker of his body, he immediately turned into a ball. Ghost Mist wants to break out of the siege.
Unfortunately, it was in vain, as it underestimated the magical power of the Immortal Binding Ball. Even if it has no form, this treasure can firmly imprison it.
The ghost mist surged and struggled, but in the end it was bundled into a giant rice dumpling.
Lin Xuan's face was filled with joy, and the magic formula he had already prepared was immediately put into the gourd in front of him.
Nine thick beams of light spurted out from inside. What was even more astonishing was that each beam of light was wrapped with flames and arcs.
Yue'er also clasped her hands together, and those green will-o'-the-wisps followed closely behind, whizzing towards the phantom.
Even the dozens of iron-armored corpses showed no sign of weakness. They all projected the Changge in their hands towards each other.
Thunder light flashed, electric light criss-crossed, and a huge crackling sound reached the ears. The phantom was entangled in the silver thread formed by the fairy-binding ball. Not only was the shadow unable to hide, it could not even use magical powers to block it.
But Lin Xuan did not give up. The so-called beating of a drowned dog was after all a clone of the Ghost Emperor. He must not be careless. God knows if it has any weird life-saving powers.
Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves, and the Piaoyunluoxue sword was drawn out again. It rose up in the wind, and in an instant it was several feet long, and it slashed towards the opponent fiercely.
With this series of attacks, Lin Xuan believed that even if the Ghost Emperor's true form came in person and took it all forcefully, he would definitely be severely injured.
As expected, Lin Xuan was not disappointed. After a while, the fireworks dissipated, and the shadow had been blown to pieces. Although it was not completely gone, it was not far away.
Lin Xuan was overjoyed, made a hand seal with his hands, and controlled the Piaoyunluoxue sword to continue slashing horizontally and vertically. At this time, the shadow had no power to fight back at all, and soon turned into a series of gloomy ghostly auras.
Yue'er threw the beast soul flag out, and the surface of the flag produced a huge suction force, sucking all the ghost energy into it.
Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hands to take back the sacrificed treasures one by one. Then without any hesitation, he and Yue'er sacrificed the beast soul flag again, used the escape technique, and flew away into the distance.
At the same time, somewhere dozens of miles away.
Two Nascent Soul-level old monsters are fighting fiercely. In terms of strength, the Peacock Fairy is naturally more powerful. However, the Haotian Ghost Emperor is extremely cunning and does not fight head-on with the opponent. He only uses his magical powers to hold the opponent back. , in his opinion, even if a mere immortal cultivator in the Dan Condensation stage has some special magical powers and incarnates the Foundation Establishment Dan, there is no doubt that he will win.
However, things went against expectations. How could Lin Xuan use common sense to deduce that although he was not as perverted as the Hundred Poison God Lord back then, his strength was far superior to that of monks of the same level.
Here, the Haotian Ghost Emperor was still slowly killing time with Fairy Peacock, but over there, Lin Xuan had already destroyed his clone.
The moment the phantom was chopped into pieces, the Haotian Ghost Emperor felt something. He frowned and his expression turned extremely ugly.
Frightened and angry, he stole the chicken but lost the rice. The destruction of his clone certainly made his heart bleed, but what was even more depressing was that the other party would escape from his hands. How could he let such precious materials go? It fell into the hands of a mere human monk.
"Get away!"
The Ghost Emperor Haotian's face was twisted, and with a flick of his fingers, several strands of extremely pure Yin Qi shot out, turning into several magic weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, and struck the opponent fiercely.
The Peacock Fairy saw it, but she was not afraid. Instead, there was a sarcastic expression on the corner of her mouth: "Why, you are so excited all of a sudden. Could it be that the clone you just released was destroyed by the other party? Hum, the ghost emperor can't do anything with his methods. in this way."
The five-color aura flashed on his body and transformed into several spiritual birds, which fearlessly greeted the treasures released by the Ghost Emperor.