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第一千八百三十一章 心神恍惚会犯错

Someone led the charge, and the other cultivators had no choice but to adopt a more conciliatory approach. Soon, pleas for mercy echoed everywhere as everyone expressed their willingness to serve Lin Xuan.

The tall, slender scholar and the woman exchanged glances before they too knelt down. After all, in the eyes of cultivators, life was paramount; face and prestige were just fleeting clouds.

Their current goal was to survive this crisis, and expressing loyalty to Lin Xuan was merely a temporary measure. On one hand, it could be seen as biding their time while nursing their wounds. On the other, they hoped to turn the tables later when given an opportunity for revenge.

After all, the old patriarch wasn't far away. Once he arrived, these young men and women would face his wrath.

Despite Lin Xuan's formidable power, none of them believed that he could defeat a Core Formation Period monster. This plea was merely a temporary measure to buy time and preserve their lives.

Their plan made sense, but Lin Xuan had seen countless such tactics before. His experience was vast, and these minor tricks couldn't deceive him. Cultivators were often cold-hearted, especially those from the Demon Sects who were unrepentant of their actions.

A faint sound of breaking air entered his ears as the remaining fragments of illusory Heaven Fire converged on a single point. In an instant, a head-sized flame burst forth, and a four-colored phoenix emerged from it, its wings vanishing into Lin Xuan's sleeve.

The sea surface gradually calmed down as if nothing had happened.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and released his immense divine consciousness cautiously, not wanting to alert the opponent.

Meanwhile, two thousand miles southwest of where he stood, a faint sound akin to a needle hitting the ground echoed. Accompanying it was a sharp blade light that pierced through the air with blinding intensity, carrying an aura of destruction.

Shalang Senior Demon's pupils constricted as his face showed signs of tension. It wasn't just any tension; despite being a Core Formation Period monster, he had gained no advantage at all.

The young man's transformation had significantly boosted his power far beyond what the old monster could have imagined. Moreover, the divine treasure in his hands was incredibly difficult to deal with, nearly invincible. His defensive treasures had already been destroyed by this blade light, and if not for his quick thinking, he might have suffered an injury.

The same went for his demon fire, which seemed capable of tearing through space as if it were alive. Could these flames be a spirit pet?

Too many things didn't make sense, and the old monster's inner turmoil grew. He had no certainty that he could survive the Primordial Energy Tribulation, with only a few centuries left.

The thought of death made him nervous, especially since his youth was long gone. The battle was at an impasse, and Shalang Senior Demon began to consider retreating, fearing that he might meet his end in this trap.

He wanted to leave but couldn't because he wasn't a lone cultivator; he was the Supreme Elder of the Shalang Sect. Everyone knew he had come out to capture the murderer. If he returned empty-handed, how could he face them?

While he valued his life, the loss of face was equally important.

In this moment, Shalang Senior Demon found himself in a difficult position, unsure what to do next.

Just as things were looking bleak, three magical pearls hidden in his robe began to crack open one after another. Three more disciples had fallen?

Shalang Senior Demon was both shocked and angry, unable to comprehend how the situation had escalated so quickly.

His anger turned into fear when he realized that some old monster might be plotting against him. The series of events today were too strange, and these young men seemed to match his power level.

No cultivator could claim with certainty that they would remain calm in any situation. Shalang Senior Demon was now agitated, even paranoid.

Fiber Curtain Iblan's pupils constricted as he saw this as a golden opportunity. Since the old monster had made a mistake, he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of it.

He raised his right hand, and the demon energy in his body surged towards his palm like living creatures. Soon, a vortex appeared before him.

Intriguingly deep, countless black threads shot out like needles, aiming at the old monster.

"Bad move!"

Shalang Senior Demon was alarmed. If he hadn't been distracted earlier, this wouldn't have happened. The power of this technique was formidable, and he didn't want to block it directly.

He clapped his hands together and then apart, creating a black barrier before him.

It was dense but useless as only half the needles were blocked while the rest pierced through.

The old monster's brows furrowed as he removed his outer robe. With one hand drawing a circle in the air, he flung it away with his other hand.

His outer robe was made from the silk of Yin Cold Silkworms and was actually a valuable treasure. As soon as magical runes appeared on its surface, dark winds howled, and a ghost face emerged, its wide mouth opening to release black waves.

Defend while attacking!

A loud explosion filled the air as the needles were shattered into pieces, leaving only a few that posed no threat anymore.

Shalang Senior Demon heaved a sigh of relief but suddenly realized Fiber Curtain Iblan had vanished. He was alarmed but didn't have time to think about it. Over the past thousand years, this old man had accumulated much experience in combat despite his love for pleasure. Black light enveloped him as he dashed forward.

However, it was too late. A crack appeared as Fiber Curtain Iblan used the demon fire's transformed bird to tear open a spatial rift.

Along with the bird came the demon fire's spirit creature.

Fiber Curtain Iblan held the space magic sword formed from the willow leaf blade and slashed fiercely forward.

The demon bird spread its wings, launching an attack on both sides. The attacks were well-coordinated but not perfect enough to leave any room for escape.

Shalang Senior Demon turned at breakneck speed, his face filled with anger as he never imagined being forced into such a dire situation.

"Damn it!"

Do you want my life?

A look of murderous intent flashed across his face. Clearly, Fiber Curtain Iblan had pushed him to the brink.

Without hesitation, Shalang Senior Demon opened his mouth and struck his head hard with his right hand, spewing out a mixture of blood and bone sword. The bone sword flashed and exploded into fragments, mixing with the blood to form a grayish-white cloud that enveloped the demon bird.

The demon bird was furious, clawing and pecking at the cloud, but it didn't fear. It writhed and flickered, transforming into a giant snake that fought the demon flames head-on.

While he managed to block this attack, his other side was left vulnerable. The power of the divine treasure lay in its sharpness, which was extreme enough to be troublesome.

His many treasures couldn't withstand it, so he resorted to using a heavy weapon shaped like a wolf's tooth. He blocked with it but was cut in half by the blade.

The wolf's tooth was a decent treasure, but it wasn't enough to stop the attack and was split in two.

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