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第一千六百四十一章 可怕的液体

The forceful air vortex continued to spin, and with a resounding thud, it crashed onto Jin Yi's chest.

"Po..."

Blood mist filled the sky as this self-important Separation Period elder fell like a bird with broken wings from the sky.

Thud!

Dust rose as the entire island was punctured by the force of the impact. Huge waves erupted from the gaping hole.

The four companions were taken aback, though Jin Yi wasn't their strongest member, he had been hit so hard that it was unexpected.

Even Fenmiao Yilan's smile faded, and Jin Hong Master stopped chanting as the threat before them became clear.

Turning his head, the monster revealed fangs, eyes filled with ferocity: "No matter if you're from the Holy City or not, daring to destroy my family, I will extract your souls and refine your essence."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of movement. A dazzling blood aura expanded around him, red lightning crackled before his body, and an aura of madness rose. The sheer spiritual pressure was overwhelming.

"Faster, Master! Get out of the way!"

Fenmiao Yilan's face paled as this punch seemed even more powerful than the previous one.

Though Jin Hong was a cultivator of the Buddhist sect, not all were physicalists. A direct hit could break his body, even if he didn't die, it would be irreparable.

But Jin Hong ignored the warning and stood firm. He clasped his hands in front of him as if reciting scriptures, but a deep voice emerged from his mouth: "Dong, ma, ni, pa, mi, mou."

The Six-Syllable Dharma-Subduing Spell!

With the final word, a golden light burst from his palms, the size of an infant's fist.

Though smaller than the air vortex, it held a bright 'Buddha' eye. The immense divine power clashed with the vortex’s force.

A thunderous boom echoed in the sky as gales surged forth. Golden and red light waves swept across the area, turning stones to dust and leveling the island.

The Six-Syllable Dharma-Subduing Spell was a great secret technique of the Buddhist sect. It contained profound Zen principles, with countless applications that grew stronger with one's cultivation.

Lin Xuan had intended to study it after fusing with the Diamondrelics, but found it too complex and abandoned it for now.

Seeing Jin Hong’s powerful display, Lin Xuan knew he couldn’t just watch. Drawing his sleeves, Nine Heaven Moon Ring flew out, spinning and creating multiple rings that slammed into the monster.

The demon laughed, unfazed by this. It opened its blood-red mouth and spat blackish-red demonic flames, enveloping the Nine Heaven Moon Ring, dimming its light.

Lin Xuan was shocked. What kind of technique could defile his precious treasure? This seemed similar to Mo’s ghostly ink.

Could it be that this creature came from the Netherworld?

The demon's other heads also opened their mouths, spraying blood in arcs like boomerangs, bypassing Jin Hong and targeting Fenmiao Yilan.

Fenmiao Yilan’s face paled. She didn’t know what spell this was but recognized the deadly poison in the blood. She couldn't let it touch her body.

With a loud cry, she cast spells with butterfly-like hand gestures, gathering water essence to form an ice mountain. Despite its strength and resilience, the two blood arrows passed through without hindrance, only to be absorbed by the ice, which then melted and transformed into red liquid, chasing Yilan.

Fenmiao Yilan was terrified as the liquid continued to pursue her despite her efforts with various weapons.

On the other side, Jin Hong’s situation was similar. His heads sprayed blood, making him ineffective against the demon's attacks.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Lin Xuan was impressed by its power but noticed that after each blood arrow, the monster's heads weakened, even closing their eyes. The monster’s aura also diminished significantly.

Realizing this, Lin Xuan felt a bit relieved. Otherwise, he might have fled too.

But now, things were dire. Jin Yi’s fate was unknown, and his other companions were trapped by the demon's strange techniques.

Fenmiao Yilan and Lin Xuan had been hiding their true power for a long time; they couldn’t afford to show it now. The opportunity was too good to miss.

With no more Dan pills to increase his strength, he decided to act. He raised his head and saw Fenmiao Yilan struggling, her elegance forgotten as she dodged and weaved, turning around in panic.

The red liquid transformed into various shapes, like hands or giant skeletons.

Yilan continuously cast spells but with little effect.

Fenmiao Yilan was better off, maintaining her composure. However, the strange blood still posed a threat.

Jin Hong’s situation mirrored theirs. Despite his powerful techniques, he was clearly on the defensive.

Lin Xuan sighed and decided to intervene. Seeing the red liquid transform into an arm, Lin Xuan moved swiftly in front of Yilan.

"Friend Lin, what are you doing?"

Yilan was alarmed; Lin Xuan was their weakest member. Why would he put himself in danger?

"Faster, get out of the way!"

Ignoring his companions' warnings, Lin Xuan flipped his hand and a brilliant three-colored flame appeared.

Besides Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire, Lin Xuan believed other methods could break this spell. He doubted that the strange liquid was invincible; Mo’s Sword might destroy it, but using Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire would be more effective.

The demon noticed Lin Xuan's action and sneered. His performance earlier had been mediocre. What did he think, a mere Separation Period cultivator could be heroic?

He glared, but no movement was visible as the liquid’s madness intensified.

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