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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千三百三十九章 斗智斗力

The Fairy of Serpents and Scorpions fell unexpectedly. Qingyuan Corpse King was shocked and angry, but in his expression of shock and anger, there was also a hint of fear.

That Jade如意's power was as formidable as the Corpse King’s. Even against an advanced-stage cultivator, it could withstand for a moment. How did it end up dying at the hands of a mere one-elementary infant? What secrets lay hidden that were unknown to others? What was that ghostly煞 ink?

But there wasn't time now to delve into these matters. Although he wanted to avenge his beloved wife, as the saying goes, two fists can’t beat four.

With the array’s power added to Lin Xuan's efforts, it was already extremely difficult for him to handle. Moreover, another young woman capable of annihilating an advanced-stage cultivator had just joined the fray.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Corpse King had a hint of retreating in his mind.

However, how much experience did Lin Xuan have in combat? Over three hundred years of bloodshed and strife, facing countless opponents. He could guess what was on the Corpse King's mind as he saw his gaze flicker. It wouldn’t be easy to escape now.

The battle situation was unpredictable; he had just managed to gain an upper hand. The best choice would be to deal a final blow.

"Ha!" Lin Xuan roared, and his mana surged like a flood into the short sword in his hand.

Instantly, the air was suffused with divine energy, and runes flashed. This was no ordinary divine treasure; it devoured half of Lin Xuan's mana as if it were an endless abyss.

A powerful aura spread outwards...

Over a hundred feet away, Qingyuan Corpse King saw this scene and his face turned even more grim. If he didn't leave now, he might fall here too. Mo'er was already catching up; indecision could lead to disaster. He had to make a decision quickly.

A sinister aura flashed across his face as the foggy eyes of this ten-thousand-year-old Corpse King finally cleared.

He reached out and slapped his chest hard. The corpse energy around him surged.

Initially pale, it gradually darkened until it was pitch black, with an eerie glow.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; though he didn't know what the old monster intended, he wouldn’t let him easily cast spells.

Defeat was now!

Lin Xuan’s right hand swung down fiercely.

Silently, a sword beam over ten feet long appeared in his vision. Although its scale wasn't as impressive as the previous attacks of Magic缘 Sword, how powerful was this strike?

The keen eyes could see clearly.

That silver sword beam, encased by large runes, spun and flickered. Even before it reached, the ferocious aura spread like a tidal wave, terrifying to behold.

The Corpse King was shocked. Although he used his secret technique, he had no certainty that he could withstand such an attack.

But now, there was only one option: to face it head-on.

He extended his claws and waved them wildly in mid-air. On the surface, they looked chaotic, but they followed some mysterious pattern, accompanied by ancient incantations.

"Quickly."

Then, this old monster pointed forward with a finger.

The pitch-black corpse fog surged, the dark mist forming a vortex like a shield in front of the Corpse King.

The sword beam accelerated and collided with the vortex. The deafening impact echoed through the air. Compared to clear skies and thunder, sea waves crashing against mountains, this was beyond mere comparison.

Sword beam and corpse energy intertwined, causing gusts of wind to arise as if they were in a stalemate.

But Qingyuan Corpse King had no time to match Lin Xuan in mana expenditure.

Not only did he find the young man hard to deal with but his chances of victory were slim. Moreover, their assessment of the Nine Palaces Needle Array was incorrect; they thought it would just be troublesome. Even if they succeeded, it wouldn’t threaten them at this stage. However, things turned out differently from what they had anticipated. Just thinking about those countless red sword beams made him shudder. If they lasted longer… Fortunately, attacks required buildup, and the sword beams came in waves, not continuously.

But a new wave of sword beams appeared on the horizon, still numbering in the tens of thousands.

Qingyuan Corpse King narrowed his eyes as he suddenly slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood that entered the fog before him.

A whistling sound filled the air; the corpse fog turned crimson. The ferocious light grew intense, and it managed to block Magic缘 Sword’s attacks. Joy flashed in the old monster's eyes as he withdrew without delay, his body emitting dark energy.

The process seemed simple, but he had used all his strength and several techniques that severely damaged his essence. After all, he knew he couldn’t escape unscathed. As long as he could save his life, this cost was worth it.

Given the restrictions of the forbidden zone, facing Lin Xuan already felt like a struggle. With that mysterious young woman, he would have no place to die.

He had to leave before Mo'er acted.

His plan seemed good, but Lin Xuan wouldn’t let him succeed.

Although Magic缘 Sword’s attack was blocked, Lin Xuan had other tricks up his sleeve. Seeing the Corpse King retreat, Lin Xuan raised his head and emitted a clear sound: "Weng."

An odd noise echoed in the air as countless demonic insects appeared on Qingyuan Corpse King's path—these were the hidden Yu Luo bees.

The old monster was taken aback but quickly regained composure after recognizing the spirit insects before him.

Recognizing the Yu Luo bees, he knew they were fierce in life and death. However, these were immature forms.

With a wave of his sleeve, vast clouds of corpse fog emerged, flickering into countless needle-shaped talismans.

In the natural world, everything had its counterpart; with so many spirit insects, flying needles posed a significant threat. Although Qingyuan Corpse King hadn’t refined them, his divine power allowed him to transform and create some flying needle talismans.

With a roar, the old monster's voice echoed as whistling sounds filled the air. The flying needles clashed with the spirit insects.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan remained unperturbed, uttering a single word: "Break!"

As his divine consciousness moved, something unexpected happened. Bangs echoed incessantly, like beans being fried. Before the flying needles could reach their targets, the Yu Luo bees began to explode on their own.

A strange and eerie stench filled the area as the blood of thousands of Yu Luo bees covered several miles. Despite each bee only being the size of a baby’s fist, together they still obscured the sky.

These spirit insects were not only fierce in life but also had strong corrosive effects after death. The Corpse King was caught off guard and drenched by the liquid from above.

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