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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千一百七十七章 变异古兽

Fire蛟 King let out a roar of anger, his eyes flashing with intense light. He stretched out his hand and struck the top of his head suddenly, sending a fine thread-like treasure flying from his mouth.

Despite its thinness, it was incredibly long!

"Primordial Sword Fiber!"

The patriarch of the Luo family was stunned, his face growing serious as well. This secret technique bore some resemblance to turning swords into threads, but its power far exceeded that of the former method. The earlier one condensed sword energy into fibers, which could add sharpness, but it wasn't particularly impressive. However, this latter technique transformed a divine sword's essence directly into threads.

Fire蛟 King swung his hands and cast several spells in quick succession, red light flashing as thread-like swords rolled out like waves towards the black short sword ahead.

On the other side, Qinglian Hermit was equally cautious, shaking his hands to summon the Hundred Tiger Beast King floating in mid-air. The demonic tigers inside opened their blood-stained mouths and spat out streaks of blood-colored light, which coalesced into a thirteen-foot-long steel whip as they whizzed through the air.

If it were two against one, Fire蛟 King and Qinglian Hermit would be far from capable enough to match an alchemy cultivator at the Separation Stage. However, with the distraction provided by the Nine-Headed Beast Patriarch, their pressure was not too great.

After blocking the opponent's attacks, the human and beast did not hesitate further, emitting intense light as they tried to bypass them. "You young scoundrels, seeking death!"

The patriarch of the Luo family was enraged, but his nine-headed beast companion wasn't idle either. He quickly summoned a defensive treasure.

In the eyes of the Luo family patriarch, a trace of regret flashed before being replaced by determination. The brief exchange had taken only an instant, but he used it to delay their pursuers while allowing himself to retreat.

He clutched his hands together and employed the缩地术 (shrinking earth technique) with far more finesse than an Incarnation Stage cultivator could manage. A flash of green light enveloped him as he appeared near the spatial rift, then dove headfirst into it.

Boom!

The deafening explosion echoed in their ears. The self-destructing avatar's power was formidable. The Nine-Headed Beast Patriarch was both shocked and angry—wouldn't they watch helplessly as the other party calmly escape?

Having spent so much effort to open this spatial rift, there must be treasures on the other side. He had to risk expending some of his essence to chase after them.

The Nine-Headed Beast Patriarch clasped his hands together, and countless light points condensed from the primordial energy of heaven and earth into his body. Opening his mouth, he spat out a white, crystalline thread that transformed him into a giant cocoon as he charged forward with intense light.

With someone leading the way, Qinglian Hermit and Fire蛟 King were not idle either. They each summoned their defensive treasures and followed closely behind the cocoon.

However, the spatial rift was continuously shrinking. It was likely that the Luo family patriarch had tampered with it after entering.

The sound of a tapestry tearing filled their ears as they, as Separation Stage monsters, glimpsed some of the secrets of spatial techniques. A snow-white demon saber shot out from the cocoon and slashed at the rift.

The originally narrow crack was forcibly widened again. The Nine-Headed Beast Patriarch hesitated for a moment; this would make the rift less stable than before, increasing the risks if they entered it.

But his hesitation was quickly replaced by greed. The Luo family had made such an all-out gamble—what could be at stake must be significant. Perhaps the mysterious family once dominated Yunzhou, and maybe there were treasures inside that could help him ascend to the Spirit Realm.

With these thoughts in mind, the cocoon flashed with light as it retracted the demon saber and plunged into the spatial rift.

Qinglian Hermit and Fire蛟 King had similar ideas and followed closely behind.

In the Indeterminate River, someone had already arrived first. However, fortune was not always kind—take the old monster of Tianqiao Sect for example. He had turned against his fellow sect members and had to kill his senior disciple sister himself. Although he seemed unconcerned on the surface, he felt a bit depressed inside.

After that, he met Lin Xuan on the road and intended to take advantage of him being new to his Separation Stage to eliminate the隐患 (hidden dangers) and snatch some treasures. Even a newly promoted cultivator was no slouch.

But fate had turned against him; he became the prey instead. Lin Xuan owned two infant souls and a pill, so even without using other techniques, just a green fire sword was enough to beat him into submission. The Water Cloud Silk was taken, and he sustained injuries as well. Fortunately, Old Monster Jiang saw the situation early and managed to escape by sacrificing an Incarnation Stage puppet.

But this wasn't over yet. From the start, this terrifying octopus had been watching him. Its power far exceeded his imagination.

If he hadn't been injured, with Water Cloud Silk and puppets in hand, perhaps he could have fought back. But now… he was completely defenseless.

What shocked Old Monster Jiang most was that he didn't know what kind of monster it was. Unlike a demon or ghost, there were some differences, which left him feeling extremely frustrated. Now, the issue wasn't about winning or losing; he was about to perish. Damn it!

Old Monster Jiang's body was covered in numerous small holes as the octopus's ink had strong corrosive and toxic effects. He couldn't continue like this.

Though unwilling, facing such a crisis, Old Monster Jiang made a difficult choice. A tiny baby appeared above his head.

When indecision leads to disaster, he decided to abandon his physical body. With the right tools, there was always hope.

Old Monster Jiang made the correct decision, but escaping proved far more challenging than imagined.

The octopus's face was ugly and twisted as it curled its lips in derision. A tentacle extended out, snatching Old Monster Jiang's abandoned body.

Puff, puff, loud sounds echoed as numerous suction cups on the tentacle extended fine, needle-like tubes that pierced through his body.

His flesh rapidly withered away, even bones were absorbed by this strange creature.

The infant's Incarnation Stage face was filled with fear. He quickly cast a spell and attempted to teleport away.

Though his Incarnation Stage had become much more stable after promotion, he could still unleash powerful techniques without a physical body. But he knew the monster well enough to only think of escaping smoothly. A flash of light, and he disappeared from his original spot, reappearing several dozen feet away.

But the octopus was not in a hurry. It spat out black ink, which turned into a net that covered an area of several acres. Teleportation? Do you think you can escape under my watchful eye?

This octopus wasn't a demon or ghost; it was an ancient beast, having lived in the Indeterminate River for a million years.

Though powerful, ancient beasts were different from demons and human cultivators—they couldn't survive without food, no matter how strong. What could there be in this river? Only yin souls and ghosts. The ancient beast had no choice but to consume them.

Over time, it gradually evolved, so Old Monster Jiang's body now possessed both yin energy and demon qi, appearing as a creature that defied description. However, its spirit intelligence was successfully awakened, allowing it to control low-grade yin souls.

Innumerable years ago, the octopus sensed it could advance but needed an Incarnation Stage cultivator's soul. But this area had been abandoned since the last invasion by the Spirit Realm forces. The only exit led to the palace of the Asura King, which was still protected by his residual divine energy.

To enter, he would need to shed his beast form and transform into a human first, but that required advancement. Thus, it became a vicious cycle.

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