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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千零二十二章 夺宝

Cloudzhou was a holy land for cultivation. The prosperity of the cultivation world far exceeded that of other places in the human realm, and Lin Xuan had heard about it before. Apart from the orthodox, evil, scholar, and Buddhist sects, there were also cultivators who practiced with beasts here. He never expected it to be real.

The bald man's arm had become abnormally thick and large, with countless wriggling flesh tendrils on its surface. With a fierce punch, he struck at his opponent.

A blue light appeared, and the punch carried an aroma of sweetness.

Poisonous!

The Daoist’s expression changed abruptly, and the old woman on the other side also made her move.

She originally held a yellow wooden cane in her palm. She threw it into the air, and the cane emitted a dazzling light, transforming into a ghost face that gnashed its teeth, rushing towards Lin Xuan.

Those red sand grains shimmered with spiritual energy, making them formidable. Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes; these sands were peculiar. The Nine Heaven Microstep could not be used within their midst. He raised his right hand and shot out dozens of green sword qi, slicing into the sand, but it was like a stone thrown into water...

Lin Xuan frowned. It seemed he had been too arrogant. Even an early-stage Immortal Core cultivator had come through blood and sweat. These old fellows couldn’t be underestimated; after all, they could condense their essence to form an Immortal Core, which meant they must have extraordinary abilities.

Lin Xuan slapped his head and spat out the Nine Heaven Bright Moon Ring.

On the other side, Daoist Heilian let out a sigh of relief as the red sand grains gathered into a ball about a dozen feet in diameter, enveloping the enemy.

This precious gourd was obtained from an ancient ruins site. Its power was immense; even if his opponent were an early-stage Immortal Core cultivator, once ensnared by this Blood Soul Divine Sand, half of their life would be gone, let alone escaping it.

A cruel look flashed in the Daoist's eyes as he rapidly cast several spells with both hands. The ball began to spin, emitting red light that glowed vividly like blood was about to spill out.

He then flipped his wrist and a crystal-clear flying knife appeared, which he flicked into the sandball.

Before he could revel in his success, a thunderous boom echoed in his ears.

The sandball trembled and shattered. A white hurricane emerged, pressing towards him.

Impossible! My Blood Soul Divine Sand...

The Daoist's face turned pale, but he reacted quickly as well. He slapped his waist, and an oval shield appeared.

He then punched his chest, spewing out a mouthful of blood. The shield absorbed the blood, emitting a fierce aura that made it grow larger and red. It protected him, and the Daoist’s expression relaxed slightly. He waved his sleeves, and two short spears flew out, transforming into two dozen-foot-long dragons.

"Trivial tricks!"

Lin Xuan ignored such attacks as the Nine Heaven Microstep had already broken through the gourd's power. Lin Xuan flashed again, appearing before Daoist Heilian.

This should be a magical weapon made from beast materials, but it couldn’t stop him.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and an image of a phoenix appeared behind him. It then vanished mysteriously, but his aura changed slightly.

He raised his right hand, forming a palm into a sword. A green flame appeared, enveloping his entire hand. Lin Xuan’s right hand fell fiercely.

It was as if he had used his bare hands to strike the turtle shield.

A tearing sound entered his ears as spiritual energy intersected. The turtle shield emitted a mournful cry and developed countless cracks before shattering into several pieces.

Impossible!

Daoist Heilian's eyes widened in shock. Wasn’t this cultivator an beast cultivator? Even if it were a mid-stage transformed beast, he couldn't destroy this Blood Turtle Shield with his bare hands.

Lin Xuan wouldn’t give him time to ponder. The Nine Heaven Microstep was cast again, and he appeared before Daoist Heilian.

There was no escape for the terrified Daoist.

"Friend, stop! I'll give you that jade pendant."

Too late.

Lin Xuan smirked. They had reached this point in their battle; unless he was feeling generous, he wouldn't spare his opponent.

While speaking, Lin Xuan’s hand didn’t stop as it cut towards the other's chest. The protective spiritual light of an Immortal Core cultivator was formidable, but before Lin Xuan, it was like paper. His right hand pierced through the left side of the other's chest, but no blood flowed out. A flash of Green Illusory Flame turned his body into ash, except for the Immortal Core that escaped in time.

It was a tiny figure about an inch tall, with features identical to Daoist Heilian’s, fear etched on its face. Without hesitation, it used instant teleportation, but Lin Xuan wouldn’t let him escape.

As they say, wild fires can be extinguished by spring breezes, and in the cultivation world, one either doesn't do something or does it thoroughly—rooting out the problem completely.

Lin Xuan was already familiar with dealing with Immortal Core instant teleportation. He grasped the snow fox king’s spear and swung it lightly, sending the other flying through midair.

His expression became even more terrified as a green hand appeared above his head, grabbing him.

Lin Xuan shook his right hand; the Green Illusory Flame vanished. He reached out and grabbed the opponent's storage bag with his palm.

The entire process seemed complex but took only a few breaths. The two old beasts from Hidden Crane Sect were entangled by the Green Fire Sword, leaving them heartbroken.

While treasures could be tempting, this mysterious cultivator was clearly beyond their abilities to contend with.

They decided it was unwise to stay and fled in different directions after exchanging glances.

Lin Xuan frowned. While he didn’t want to kill innocents indiscriminately, just a short while ago, he had offended the new moon princess from the Spirit Realm. If they told others about his whereabouts...

Fate is cruel.

Lin Xuan reached out and took two pouches, raising them above his head.

The mouths of the pouches opened, and the Corpse Demon and Pangolin emerged. Lin Xuan sent them telepathic commands.

The Pangolin, though unable to open its mind, was a late-stage transformed beast; killing an early-stage Immortal Core cultivator shouldn’t be difficult. As for the Corpse Demon, while its realm matched that of the enemy, with its magical arms assisting, victory seemed certain.

Lin Xuan wasn't worried about their escape and focused on the scene before him. He delved into his storage bag using his spiritual sense.

As an Immortal Core cultivator, he naturally had a good fortune, but Lin Xuan’s attention didn’t linger on the法宝and crystals; instead, he took out a jade pendant.

About the size of a palm, it was black and looked like jade, though Lin Xuan couldn't identify which type.

Clearly, this must be the Deva Jade Pendant. Its front side featured an extremely fierce ghost face, while two tiny ancient characters beside it read "Deva."

Its backside had many strange patterns, but the most prominent were numbers.

"Fifty."

Lin Xuan scratched his head; what did that mean?

It didn’t matter if he couldn't understand. He looked at the captured Immortal Core and smiled smugly.

PS: Sorry for the delay today due to family matters.

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