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第一千六百五十九章 真是洞玄期

"Alright, my fellow daoists, there's no need to waste your breath. I'm not a man who forgets favors. This time you did contribute some effort, and considering our past friendship, why don't we make a deal? If you're willing to hand over one soul and one essence, sealing them in the Restrained Soul Token, I might show some mercy and let you go."

Old Master Jin Yi, with his weathered expression, said this, as if he was showing off how magnanimous he was.

"What?"

Fianmu Yilan's face turned a deep shade of green. "Sealing one soul and one essence? Then our fate after this is up to your whim. This makes us no different from becoming your slaves."

"Humph! You're ungrateful. I've already advanced to the Profound Abyss stage, so making you my slave would be an act of kindness on my part. If you don't want to live, let me show you a way out; no need to hold back any old grudges."

"What?"

The two exchanged glances and their expressions hardened.

"Namaste!"

A deep voice echoed as the old monk waved his sleeves and a golden bowl flew out, radiating with divine light.

"Quickly!"

The Zen master pointed forward, and the golden bowl flipped over, revealing an extremely violent whispering sound. A thick black aura surged out, spreading across several acres, writhing and contracting like some monstrous entity.

This process was swift; soon the fog-like magic seemed to be sucked into a terrifying void, as if being devoured by something immense.

Then, the creature revealed its face, towering over a meter tall with well-developed muscles. Its greenish-yellow face had sharp fangs, making it look even more fearsome than a ghost. It was covered in dark black scales.

"An ancient demon!"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; he knew this thing all too well. The moment the demon appeared, its aura became violent as it turned to glare at the old monk, clearly wanting to devour him whole.

"Bastard! The sea of suffering is endless, yet you still fail to see your folly!"

The old monk showed no fear on his face and began reciting a powerful spell: "Dharma, Ma, Ni, Ba, Miao, Mo."

The ancient demon's face suddenly contorted in pain. Lin Xuan noticed that a large bead the size of a dragon's eye was embedded on its forehead, with countless tiny runes flickering around it—this was what made the ancient demon so fearful.

"Six-syllable Dharma Spell truly has boundless power."

Lin Xuan couldn't help but admire; controlling such divine energy to this extent was impossible for even a Separation Realm cultivator. Was he really at the Profound Abyss stage?

At least from his attack, Lin Xuan was almost certain of it.

Although his cultivation had surged significantly, facing a Profound Abyss cultivator meant no chance of victory.

"Shit!"

The other two's expressions were similar; but now they were in a position where they couldn't retreat. Running would only make things worse.

Seeing that Lin Xuan's attack was blocked, the Zen Master Jin Hong recited his spell even faster. With a roar:

"Burst through!"

Despite the ancient demon being stripped of its consciousness during its cultivation, it still felt fear instinctively and hesitated to charge forward.

Jin Hong's face showed a hint of anger as he continuously cast spells, causing the bead on the ancient demon's forehead to vibrate loudly.

The ancient demon's features contorted in agony. The already ugly face twisted into an unrecognizable form. In its pain, it went berserk, sending out dark magic winds towards Jin Yi.

"Die!"

Jin Yi's face still showed mockery as he shouted. With a blur of his golden hand, the mountain was thrown forward and smashed onto the ancient demon.

Lin Xuan's eyes widened; even the mightiest could be brought down by such power. But this guy seemed too overconfident, treating them like nothing.

On the other side, Fianmu Yilan had already summoned her treasure. The fiery red sword streaked through the air like a meteor, slicing towards their opponent's neck.

"Humph! Three of you think you can match me?"

Jin Yi's face showed a mocking smile as he threw Mingquan Immortal Lady at them with his left hand, using her as a shield.

A ruthless move to disrupt their concentration; in the world of cultivation, there was no room for chivalry.

Fianmu Yilan's eyes narrowed, but the sword's momentum didn't waver as it sliced through Mingquan Immortal Lady's body. Surprisingly, she emerged unscathed.

"Strange! What secret technique is this? I've never heard of it," Jin Yi was surprised but remained calm. A glow appeared on his left hand, turning it golden and giving it a bumpy texture like that of a toad or a frog.

Jinnature Transformation!

This ability had been used by Jin Yi during the treasure retrieval; back then, he barely managed, but now it seemed effortless. This confirmed his advancement to the Profound Abyss stage.

He grabbed the sword with his bare hands.

Fianmu Yilan's eyes flashed as divine energy surged from her body. The red sword became even more glaring and clashed with Jin Yi's arm.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing filled their ears, followed by a dazzling display of light. In that light, Lin Xuan could see Jin Yi's pain and rage.

His arm was severed.

"Impossible! I imitated the true spirit's secret technique to transform into an ancient demon; even hardening my arm enough to withstand a peer's treasure would be possible. How…?"

However, this attack had exhausted all of the符宝's power, making the red sword dim and dissipate in the air.

Such a result was already satisfactory. Losing Jin Yi's arm meant his powers were significantly diminished.

"Humph, it doesn't matter. You think you can trouble me with such tactics? Big mistake! By doing this, you'll only anger me; I've changed my mind. I want to extract your souls and essence," Jin Yi's cruel laughter echoed as he grabbed the severed hand, reattaching it to his arm.

Golden light flashed, enveloping the wound in a layer of bubbles that began to heal visibly before their eyes.

"Bad luck, how could I forget? Jin Ming Toad is one of the true spirits and has regenerative abilities," the old monk's voice was filled with fear. He had given up on this battle.

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