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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千一百七十四章 怪雾

After tasting the elixir, Lin Xuan turned his head, losing control over leaving. His head was severed, but even though the limbs continued to move, they posed no threat.

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment. A mere early-stage Immortal婴 at this level wasn't much use to him, especially one that had been damaged. However, if he discarded it, it would be a waste.

Well, perhaps there might be future uses. With this thought, Lin Xuan reached into his belt and took out an jade box. He then cast a spell, wrapping the puppet in green mist before shrinking it and putting it inside the box. The severed head was also picked up and placed carefully, with several prohibitive talismans affixed.

Satisfied, Lin Xuan turned his head again. His gaze fell on a black stone a few dozen feet away, where a piece of silk had been laid flat at its top.

This was the defensive treasure left behind by Old Monster Jiang.

The opponent had escaped hastily and thus left it behind on the ground.

How formidable this treasure's abilities were, Lin Xuan already knew firsthand. Among ancient treasures, it was undoubtedly one of the best, far surpassing his own Black Gold Dragon Shield. Before now, he hadn't seen anything that could use softness to counter hardness.

If not for his refined essence being several levels higher than Old Monster Jiang, and even with the advantage of the purple flames, he wouldn't have been able to fully extend his arm into it.

"Good. Good."

Lin Xuan withdrew his hand, watching as the water wall flickered and returned to its silk form.

Lin Xuan examined this treasure again. If a regular defensive treasure were turned into a light screen, and he extended his arm through it, even if not destroyed, its spirit would be greatly damaged. But that piece of silk still emitted a blue glow, showing its vitality.

In other words, the treasure could use softness to counter hardness, offering astonishing defense, and seemed almost indestructible.

If not for being unable to control it with the Profound Treasure Technique, Lin Xuan might have included this item in his Primordial Sky Treasures.

But even if it was slightly inferior, it far surpassed ordinary treasures.

Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't destroy it. But at least it wasn't afraid of normal attacks.

With such a treasure, combined with the Black Gold Dragon Shield, facing an old monster from the Separation Realm would give Lin Xuan more confidence.

Perhaps, it wouldn't necessarily be about running away if defeated.

Of course, his chances of victory were still slim. But there was a possibility to fight and see what happened. The situation could only be decided after actual combat.

Lin Xuan's thoughts drifted as he suddenly noticed something. A faint purple light appeared before him, and Lin Xuan smiled.

After a moment, the light faded, revealing a beautiful woman’s face.

"Master"

Qin Xin scanned Lin Xuan, seeing his good condition and no bloodstains on his clothes, she sighed in relief.

Although she knew her husband's power far exceeded that of other peak cultivators, the saying went: "A name is not without its worth." Qiong Ming was a seat of the Pure Enlightenment Temple and one of the Four Great Beasts of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. She had killed many peak cultivators before.

"Has Master already eliminated that guy?"

Qin Xin's eyes showed some doubt. The battle ended too quickly, and although there were traces of magical battles nearby, if two peak cultivators fought, they shouldn't have caused much destruction unless it was a one-hit kill.

But this clearly wasn't possible!

"Not Qiong Ming, but a cultivator from the Heaven's Skill Sect named Lin Xuan."

Lin Xuan sighed as he slowly spoke.

"Heaven's Skill Sect?" Ouyang was taken aback. "When did they get involved?"

"I don’t know. I originally intended to let that guy escape. With us not finding an exit for so long, it proves leaving the River of No Certainty isn't easy. If my guess is correct, our search might be futile."

"Futile? Why do you say this?" Ouyang's eyes showed confusion.

"Qin Xin, I think the exit to the River of No Certainty could be within the palace itself." Lin Xuan looked up at the blood-red moon that still hung high in the sky.

"This..."

Ouyang was taken aback. After thinking about it, her husband’s words made sense. This possibility wasn't small.

"Moreover, his appearance here isn’t just by chance. I saw that old monster's expression; he definitely has other plans." Lin Xuan continued slowly.

"Purposes? Could his goal also be to seize the Deva Blood?"

"I’m not sure, but wouldn’t that be better?" Lin Xuan smiled after hearing Ouyang’s analysis. "In that case, I will eventually meet him again. This time, he escaped by luck. Next time, there won't be such good fortune."

"By killing this old monster in the River of No Certainty, no news would spread, and how could we possibly make enemies with Heaven's Skill Sect?" Lin Xuan smiled.

"Yes, that makes sense," Ouyang’s expression relaxed after hearing Lin Xuan. "What should we do now?"

"We still have over ten days until the full moon. Since we know there will be a struggle for the treasures, it would be best to set up a temporary dwelling here and rest."

"Hmm"

Ouyang nodded in agreement with her husband’s plan. With no objections, they transformed into a streak of light and went off to find a suitable place to rest.

On another side,

Old Monster Jiang had suffered greatly at Lin Xuan's hands, fleeing without any delay like a frightened bird. Now, he was several thousand miles away.

"Phew!"

Finally, he took a deep breath as his concealment spell faded, slowly descending to the ground. After such a long escape, even if that kid’s power was supreme, he wouldn’t be able to find him here. He had turned danger into safety and no longer needed to hide.

He covered his chest with his hand, blood still seeping out from between his fingers. Even for cultivators, excessive bleeding could lead to death. He needed to treat his injuries first.

Looking around, he noticed a range of undulating mountains in the distance, with black stones and some strange plants growing sparsely at their base. At the foot of the mountain was a deep lake that remained calm.

Everything seemed fine.

Releasing his divine sense, there were no signs of powerful spirit energy or阴气 nearby. In other words, it was safe here.

Relieved, he found a clean stone by the lake and sat down to check his injuries.

The right chest had been pierced by purple flames, completely perforating one lung. He didn’t know what material this sword was made from; not only was it incredibly sharp but also carried an eerie power that prevented easy healing. Otherwise, with his peak cultivator’s cultivation, he could have stopped the bleeding just by circulating his essence.

After a moment of hesitation, he reached into his belt and took out some bottles and jars, swallowing the medicinal herbs inside before applying a blood-stopping talisman to the wound.

A cool sensation spread through him. Old Monster Jiang relaxed as he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, beginning to focus on healing his injuries and restoring his essence.

After a moment, he frowned suddenly, opening his eyes wide. Black mist had appeared around him at some point.

Upon closer inspection, these mists seemed similar to ordinary阴雾, but they were noticeably thicker.

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