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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千章 舍身魔火

Tian Xiaojian was caught in a crisis, and Lin Xuan naturally wouldn’t let him suffer alone. Whether they were allies or enemies for now didn’t matter; with Lin Xuan’s deep scheming mind, he certainly wouldn’t allow the demons to take them down one by one.

Opening his mouth, a glob of fresh blood spewed out.

The blood mist was quickly absorbed by the talisman treasure. Following that, a flash of light appeared, and the talisman ignited on its own, producing a blue beam of light before him.

A spiritual pressure descended from the heavens. In the center of the beam, the talisman script flickered in and out, with the most eye-catching feature being an inch-long needle-shaped magical treasure.

The temperature around them rapidly dropped; this treasure had a cold ice nature.

Next, Lin Xuan felt his mana surging like a dam breaking, rushing towards that blue beam of light.

If it were anyone else, they would likely be shocked and alarmed. But Lin Xuan was not one to hesitate; he immediately channeled more mana into the talisman treasure, making the number of blue threads seem to increase slightly.

In an instant, a burst of sound echoed, and the rate at which the demon’s aura disintegrated doubled, retreating further back...

The demon's eyes bulged with fury as his aura began to crack. Not only had he failed to gain anything from this mission; he had even damaged his treasure.

How could it be!

With a flick of his sleeve, the long spear shot out, and Lin Xuan grabbed it tightly before slashing down fiercely. A flash of green light—however, the old demon did not fall but instead revealed a severed arm.

A Substitute Body for Transmigration. Even with Lin Xuan's scheming mind, he couldn’t help widening his eyes in surprise. The demon had already cut off its hand and was now willing to sacrifice the last one as well. What was it trying to do?

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Boy, you’ve pushed me to this point. Very well, I’ll use this body..."

He wouldn’t even spare your souls.

A venomous voice echoed in their ears, followed by ripples in the space as the demon’s figure appeared, only a few dozen feet away from Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian.

Both were greatly alarmed; they couldn’t retrieve their talisman treasures in time. Lin Xuan reached into his waistband, and the Green Fire Sword reappeared, slicing towards the opposite side with the force of a thunderbolt.

Tian Xiaojian’s reaction was swift as well; he opened his mouth, and a golden ray shot out, forming a brick-like shape that grew to house size before slamming forward.

Despite losing an arm, they couldn’t afford any complacency. The two magical treasures approaching them did not dodge but instead revealed a mocking expression on the demon's lips.

With a whoosh, the demon’s body burst into rolling inferno... no, it was his entire body that ignited.

In the blink of an eye, the giant demonic figure turned to ashes, black flames burning half the sky and enveloping Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian.

However, the old demon wasn’t planning on dying with them. In the flames, a red ball glowed—a remnant of its essence.

"Boy, you can rest assured; my self-sacrificing inferno can even burn away your souls. So don’t expect to reincarnate," the demon laughed madly.

Lin Xuan frowned. He had never faced such an insane opponent before—someone who would destroy their own body just to kill them. While higher-stage existences could possess others, the new body wouldn’t be as good as their original one due to the constraints of cosmic laws.

The flames surged fiercely, leaving no place for him to hide. Despite being enveloped in fire, Lin Xuan maintained a calm expression. Panicking was useless; he channeled another spell, and the Golden Dragon Shield reappeared as a light screen, protecting him once more.

Lin Xuan had full confidence in this shield’s defense. Although the demon’s desperate magic was formidable, it could still withstand for some time. He had plenty of time to plan his escape.

However, Lin Xuan found himself overly optimistic. The self-sacrificing inferno was much stronger than he anticipated; as soon as it touched him, the light screen began flashing wildly, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Lin Xuan was shocked and immediately channeled all his mana into the shield, stabilizing it once more.

But Lin Xuan’s expression did not improve. At this rate, his internal mana would be exhausted in just a few minutes. Even with a Storage Bag to recover, it wouldn’t help much.

What should he do?

For the first time, Lin Xuan felt that his fall was imminent—even more so than when facing Kala Ancient Demon.

Actually, it wasn’t surprising. Self-sacrificing inferno had been famous in ancient times; an early-stage ancient demon once used this technique to kill a late-stage cultivator.

Now, with a later-stage demon using it, its power could only be imagined.

"You’ve resorted to such self-destructive secret techniques just to kill us. Even if you win, what benefit does that bring to you?" Tian Xiaojian was both shocked and angry as he spoke coldly.

"Hmph, self-sacrifice? I wouldn’t use it regularly, but now that the demon progenitor’s essence has successfully descended into my body, I will be reborn with a much stronger form. What difference does losing this body make?" The demon’s essence sneered, exuding an arrogant demeanor.

"Demipower of the Demon Progenitor?" Lin Xuan was stunned but didn’t take it seriously. In his current perilous situation, escaping was his top priority; overthinking would be useless.

Tian Xiaojian was even more dangerous than Lin Xuan. Although he had reached late-stage Immortal Core after using the Soul Fusion Technique, his defensive magical treasures were clearly inferior to the Golden Dragon Shield. Thus, in the same amount of time, he consumed more mana.

On another side,

North True Lord’s expression changed as he used a later-stage cultivator’s divine sense to cover a hundred miles easily. However, at such a distance, all he could feel was a vague presence; he couldn’t discern what exactly had happened.

Observing the faint black figure in the distance, North True Lord showed a thoughtful look and decided not to linger any longer.

With a wave of his sleeve, a beam of light shot out from his sleeve, hovering before him. It turned out to be a book with an ancient style but only a dozen or so pages. Such treasures were rare.

The giant anteater’s eyes flashed with caution; even though it hadn’t successfully awakened its spirit intelligence, as a late-stage transformed creature, it could sense danger instinctively.

Opening its blood-filled mouth, it shot out dozens of light beams...

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