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第一千六百六十八章 元婴也很强

A wave of weakness washed over Lin Xuan. His body had been drained almost completely by three powerful techniques, yet before him lay a scene that resembled the end of the world.

The deep pit beneath his feet seemed like an enormous vortex, bottomless and vast, with a diameter of more than a hundred feet. Surrounding it were cracks as if cut by sharp blades, spreading out in spider-web patterns towards all directions.

The ground was still smoking, the intense heat melting the soil and rocks into a molten state. It looked like a fiery hell, much like the inferno described in the Netherworld Tales of the Nine Provinces.

Lin Xuan's eyes were dimmed with exhaustion; he had overdrawn his energy too severely this time. He took a deep breath and lifted his right hand with great difficulty. A jade bottle appeared as he patted his waist, and after removing the stopper, he gulped down a drop of ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk.

Instantly, abundant essence qi spread from his dantian to his meridians, filling him from head to toe. Only then did Lin Xuan raise his head, his expression grave as he gazed ahead. When the last wisps of smoke dissipated with the wind, the form of the old monster finally came into view.

His clothes were tattered and ragged, a sight of extreme disarray. No, this description was still too mild; his limbs were severely maimed, one arm and leg cut off at the elbow. Several large holes appeared on his chest and abdomen, blood oozing from them. Despite not being dead yet, the severity of his injuries was shocking—such wounds would have killed a commoner ten times over.

His Daoist robe had long since disintegrated; the old man raised his head with a dazed expression, his face filled with venomous hatred as he laughed loudly: "Very well, very well. After years of hunting geese, I was pecked in the eye by one. A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator actually forced me to such an extent that my physical body is destroyed. Not bad, not bad. You will regret coming into this world."

Before his words were fully spoken, a brilliant red light flashed across his flesh, followed by a deafening explosion. His physical body was reduced to nothingness, and a one-inch-long infant soul appeared in his vision, staring at him with malevolent eyes.

Unlike an Infant Soul cultivator, the old monster's infant soul was very stable; even without its physical form, it could still exert terrifying power.

Lin Xuan understood this clearly and would not foolishly remain in place waiting for a confrontation. At this point, there was no turning back—act first, suffer later.

With a wave of his sleeve, the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring flew out, spinning and dancing. A white hurricane appeared before him, sweeping towards the opponent.

"Ha!"

The roar echoed as the infant soul clutched its hands together, emitting a foot-high pillar of spiritual light. Miraculously, another Daoist elder appeared from that light.

"What? He can actually reshape his body?"

Lin Xuan was speechless, his composure shattered by this revelation. However, he quickly realized it was just an illusory figure—a human-shaped green shadow with no distinct features. The illusionary form allowed the infant soul to move more freely and cast spells more easily.

Understanding the situation, Lin Xuan wasn't intimidated. He poured more essence qi into his treasure, making the white hurricane even more formidable.

Lin Xuan stretched out his left hand, and an ancient-looking long spear appeared, swinging down with a crescent-shaped light wave. The space around it seemed to deform, producing sharp whistles as it passed through.

This treasure from the Snow Fox King, aside from spatial techniques, had its own powerful abilities. Lin Xuan wasn't satisfied; he opened his mouth and spat out three sharp orbs of different colors.

Instantly, a beautiful phoenix materialized from the light, only a foot long but emitting an aura far beyond its size. With a spread of its wings, it vanished, transforming into a streak of light rushing towards the enemy.

The infant soul hid in the illusory body, still with a grim expression. He had suffered greatly and wanted to devour Lin Xuan alive; now he wouldn't underestimate him again.

Though his physical form was destroyed, his storage bag remained in his hands. With a tap, an oval-shaped treasure appeared—a jadeas desired.

Holding it, the light surged like waves, forming head-sized orbs that suddenly grew larger, trailing long flames as they shot towards Lin Xuan.

Boom!

The hurricane and crescent-shaped light wave collided. The hurricane seemed to dissipate instantly, while both forces combined just managed to block the attack.

Lin Xuan's face turned pale with shock; a Foundation Establishment cultivator was this difficult to deal with. He had lost his physical body, fighting only an infant soul now.

Sweat trickled down his back as he silently thanked his luck. There was no time for further thought—Lin Xuan flicked his brows and immediately used Nine Heavens Microsteps.

A flash of purple light, and Lin Xuan vanished from his spot, reappearing several dozen feet away.

At the same moment, a spatial fluctuation occurred, and a fist-sized fireball appeared out of nowhere.

The space it passed through was baked into a glowing white, revealing the power of this flame. It was astonishingly formidable.

Lin Xuan barely had time to react before another sword energy appeared, also without warning, as if teleporting.

This time, Nine Heavens Microsteps were not enough for evasion; fortunately, Lin Xuan had already summoned his Black Iron Dragon Shield. By pouring essence qi into it, a brilliant light shield protected him.

A sharp sound filled the air, like scratching nails on porcelain, causing goosebumps to rise and teeth to fall out.

Then, spiritual light surged as Lin Xuan's face showed shock—his Black Iron Dragon Shield was easily torn apart, crumbling like tofu in front of the sword energy. The sword continued its descent, severing his head…!~!

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