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第一千七百零三章 陌生海域

At this moment, a silver-haired maiden appeared in a Momentary Space, which contained nothing but a mystically intricate array of five colors.

Above the light array, several large golden characters floated: Five-Phoenix Seal.

"This treasure has actually come to light."

The maiden, whose expression had always been cold and unchanging like an iceberg, widened her eyes with surprise. After a moment, her face turned grim again.

With a wave of her jade hand, several extremely intricate talismans were cast, accompanied by ancient incantations. An indescribable demonic aura emerged from her body, shocking to the extreme.

The entire Momentary Space trembled as if it was about to collapse. However, with just one touch from the Ice Soul Demon Ancestor, everything returned to silence.

All the demonic auras were absorbed like a whale drinking water, infused into the array in front of him through secret techniques.

Wu...

It sounded like a mountain breeze passing by, followed by the sound of ghostly wails. As soon as the array condensed, dark demonic light suddenly flared up.

In the Spirit Realm, two large black characters appeared before her eyes. No matter how she tried to cast spells, she could not get any more detailed information.

"Could it be that the Five-Phoenix Seal is being concealed by something? Well, even if I don't know, those old monsters in the Spirit Realm are probably equally confused right now. As long as the Five-Phoenix Seal doesn't fall into their hands, it's already a great fortune for our demon realm."

The Ice Soul Demon Ancestor muttered to himself: "But this matter is too significant to ignore. However, with hundreds of small interfaces in the Spirit Realm, finding them would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Hmph, the time to invade the Spirit Realm has not yet matured. But once the Five-Phoenix Seal appears, blood will flow like rivers. I'm sure those old fellows from the Netherworld Realm are already restless."

The Ice Soul Demon Ancestor's prediction was spot on. After the Five-Phoenix Seal came into being, the Five Kings of the Netherworld Realm immediately had some clues. The Arrogant King had already fallen, but over a million years ago, there were always rumors in the Netherworld Realm that the king hadn't scattered his soul and would eventually return to this realm one day. Therefore, the Arrogantr Tribe didn't have a new king; instead, they had a substitute chieftain.

On that very day, the chieftain met with the Five Kings secretly. Soon after, the Spirit Realm discovered numerous spies disguised as human and妖精族 members.

Their purpose was unclear, but each one was subjected to secret techniques to prevent soul probing. Once captured, any information about this mission would be automatically destroyed from their minds.

The various realms of the Spirit Realm were on high alert, knowing that only a few powerful beings had learned of the Five-Phoenix Seal's appearance.

Such actions by the Netherworld Realm carried a strong挑衅 flavor. Could they be planning to ignite a war between the two worlds?

In an instant, everyone was in a state of alarm, unsure of the true intentions of the Netherworld Realm and how many spies it had sent out that had escaped detection.

The风波 had yet to subside, but this seemed to have little to do with Lin Xuan. While the power of the Five-Phoenix Seal amazed him, there were more pressing matters at hand. He would address the issue later; for now, he needed to leave this place quickly.

Thus, without hesitation, Lin Xuan released his divine sense to confirm that the avatar of the Poison Dragon Ancestor had fallen. With a flash of his figure, he arrived atop the small island.

This treasure hunt was indeed full of twists and turns. Thinking back on the process, Lin Xuan shivered with cold sweat. He didn't dare linger as he scanned the island below. It was in ruins, though both of them had tried to avoid this area during their battle. Still, it had suffered some damage.

With a wave of his sleeve, a five-colored light beam shot out and wrapped around the rubble, revealing several bulging storage bags.

There wasn't time to check them now. Lin Xuan stowed them away in his waistband before another flash of his sleeve revealed a small, cleverly crafted spirit boat.

At this moment, he had been pierced through the right chest and abdomen by the other party, sustaining significant injuries. Naturally, he planned to use the spirit boat for travel, as it would allow him some time to recover.

With a flicker of green light, Lin Xuan appeared in the middle of the spirit boat. He pointed with his finger, and a buzzing sound filled his ears. The spirit boat was enveloped by a ball of green light and sped off into the distance.

Soon, it disappeared on the horizon.

A month later, in an unknown sea area.

The cacophony of demon birds' cries reached his ears, mixed with the screams and shouts of cultivators.

It was morning, and the dense fog had already dissipated under the sun's rays. The sea surface glittered with waves, but fresh blood occasionally dripped down, turning this small stretch of sea red.

Above the sea, a fierce battle was underway. Immortal swords flew about, and spiritual lights danced in the air. From the perspective of strength, high-ranking cultivators might not even bother looking at these low-ranking ones, but their ferocity left everyone on edge.

Low-ranking cultivators had their own struggles. Even in the resource-rich Spirit Realm, they were always the majority. The higher one's rank, the fewer there were.

They were fortunate to have a sect as support, though it was merely a second-rate one.

In the sky, more than ten cultivators were desperately casting various magical weapons and talismans against a monstrous bird with a single horn on its head, which was over a丈 in length.

The leading figure was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, who had an initial foundation stage cultivation level. The other men and women were all disciples at the Spirit Stage.

Though these monstrous birds looked fearsome, their abilities were not impressive; they were merely first-grade lower-tier demon birds. In one-on-one combat, they could not match these cultivators, but with over two hundred of them, the situation was clearly unfavorable for humans.

If this continued, it would be a certainty that all of them would perish.

The middle-aged man's expression turned dark as he suddenly heard a cry of pain. A male disciple had fallen, his neck twisted by the demon bird.

But his body didn't fall; instead, it was devoured by several dozen fierce birds. The sky was filled with blood rain, which frightened the disciples to their core.

The middle-aged cultivator sighed, as if finally deciding on a course of action. A determined look flashed in his eyes.

"Yan'er."

"Auntie Third Uncle, what do you want us to do? If we don't come up with an idea, we'll all perish here," said the seventeen or eighteen-year-old maiden.

Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her oval face and small nose were striking. Her eyes especially drew attention; they seemed to speak when she looked around.

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