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第一千五百零九章 形神俱灭

Liang Máng flashed and the demon was effortlessly dismembered. The head, now devoid of its body, glared with venomous eyes as it opened its mouth to emit a piercing scream.

The sound echoed like a tidal wave, visible ripples spreading outwards. The ears picked up the 'bang bang bang' sounds; the demon energy surged, and the shattered demon bodies exploded in fragments. A black demonic wind appeared out of nowhere.

Wangtinglou couldn't help retreating. He hadn’t expected this demon to retaliate at such a critical juncture. Regardless, Xi was already on his last legs, so there was no need for further confrontation. With his final divine power, he barely pushed back the formidable opponent. A deep black aura shot out from the shattered body and swept towards the surroundings.

After a moment of swirling, it vanished without a trace.

In an instant, it reappeared twenty meters away. Breakthrough!

A more mysterious spatial technique than instantaneous teleportation.

The demon’s soul tried to escape. However, Lin Xuan had been waiting with his eyes like tigers. He held an ancient-looking spear in his hand.

His magical energy poured into the weapon and struck the opponent fiercely.

"Zhiliao," a faint sound echoed as space ripples appeared. The black aura reappeared before him.

It coalesced, revealing a demonic head with two faces. One was the ancient demon from earlier, while the other looked exactly like the white-faced scholar on his chest.

"Quick."

Lin Xuan pointed at it; the Illusory Heavenly Flame emerged and transformed into a three-colored net that enveloped the opponent.

The demon’s face changed. He had already witnessed the power of these flames, fear evident in his expression.

"You can’t kill me! I am the Celestial Essence Demon Sovereign from the upper realm. If you kill me, my true form will not rest until it destroys you," he said with a voice like iron clashing against steel. Desperate but still defiant, there was no sign of submission.

"Trash." You think you’re something? A cowardly dog doesn’t deserve to threaten me."

Lin Xuan’s face darkened: "What kind of demon sovereign are you? You lack the dignity of a defeated warrior."

Before he could finish, Lin Xuan flicked his hand. The three-colored flames transformed into a net that fell and tightened around the demon soul.

Wangtinglou was dumbfounded. The demon’s face grew even more fearful.

The two faces simultaneously inhaled, expelling blackish-red demonic flames.

Unfortunately, it was futile. The Celestial Burning Demon Fire had already been depleted; with his master nearly spent, there was no way he could resist the Illusory Heavenly Flame.

Upon contact, the Illusory Heavenly Flame ignited even more intensely, like water droplets falling into boiling oil.

With a whoosh, the demon soul was engulfed by the flames. His screams were agonizingly loud as his heart filled with resentment. After ten thousand years of planning, he had been defeated by this insignificant Separation Formation Initial-stage youth. The Celestial Essence Demon Sovereign’s spirit was filled with不甘 (reluctance). He roared and dashed around the hall like a madman.

After a moment, the sound ceased; his body and soul were annihilated, leaving only an egg-sized flame hovering in mid-air before returning to Lin Xuan's robe.

Despite another upper realm entity being defeated, Lin Xuan’s expression remained calm. As they say, too many fleas don’t itch; too much debt doesn’t matter. He was already on the new moon princess and Dao Hang's radar. Compared to their threats, a demon sovereign’s curse was insignificant.

He was going to the Spirit Realm anyway. Even if his opponent were incredibly powerful, could he really come across different realms to seek revenge?

Spirit Realm cultivators also despised ancient demons; if he dared, they would surely attack and kill him.

The formidable enemy had been eliminated. However, Lin Xuan felt he had exerted too much effort in the battle. He hesitated for a moment before reaching into his belt and pulling out a small jade bottle.

Opening it, the fragrance was refreshing. Wangtinglou sniffed, first showing confusion but quickly replaced by astonishment. As the top expert of the Heavenly Cloud Twelve States, he had seen many things, yet immortal milk had long been extinct in the human realm; how could this youth have obtained such a treasure?

The battle Lin Xuan fought left Wangtinglou equally shocked.

This was far beyond Separation Formation Initial-stage. His treasures and techniques were all top-notch, and his tactics were endless…

Although he didn’t think the opponent could surpass him, he now considered them peers.

His gaze turned to the young woman beside him. Moon’s performance wasn’t particularly impressive, but the ghostly aura was something Wangtinglou couldn’t underestimate.

This thing wasn’t from the human realm; even if he couldn’t recognize it, there was a soul of Senior Dǐng Long in her dantian.

That fellow, despite his flirtatious nature, was indeed a powerful existence in the Spirit Realm.

The ghostly aura had caused much trouble for Spirit Realm cultivators during ancient battles. Wangtinglou knew this well; how could he not recognize it?

Amazed, he put away his smug expression and gave Wangtinglou some good advice.

Lin Xuan raised his head, dropped a drop of immortal milk into his mouth, feeling the warmth in his dantian as abundant magical energy spread throughout.

One must always be wary. Although they had an oral agreement, Lin Xuan wouldn’t entrust his fate to Wangtinglou’s hands.

With ample magical energy, he could continue negotiating with him.

In the Soul Realm space, Tiǎo Xiǎojǐan’s expression changed rapidly—surprise, confusion, suspicion, anger, mockery. After a long while, it finally calmed down.

He looked up at the shadow above his head disdainfully.

Immortality?

Such an enticing offer; do you think I’m stupid?

At just Separation Formation Initial-stage, he hadn’t even mastered flight to the Spirit Realm, let alone immortality.

No matter how arrogant, he couldn’t dream of such a path. The idea that it could be achieved so easily was too low an estimation of his intelligence.

It’s like asking a beggar who can barely feed himself if they want to become the world's richest man. It’s absurd.

Tiǎo Xiǎojǐan wasn’t stupid; how could heaven drop such a gift?

"Why don't you believe me? Do you know who I am?"

"I don’t care what you are."

Tiǎo Xiǎojǐan’s impertinent words made the shadow silent for a long time. After sighing, he said: "A mere human cultivator; perhaps you haven’t heard of my name. In ancient times, I was the Demon Lord's Grand Commander."

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