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第一千九百四十五章 倒霉到家的妖族

Thoughts raced through Lin Xuan's mind as his attacks grew more ferocious, like a dam breaking and flowing unceasingly.

He gave the opponent no chance to recover or retreat.

Liankong Zhenren was both shocked and furious, his heart filled with despair. He never expected a human cultivator to be so formidable in close combat; if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it even if someone told him.

But this was only the beginning. The nightmare was about to follow.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and the essence energy around him suddenly transformed. A demonic wind appeared out of nowhere.

"You… still call yourself a cultivator."

Liankong Zhenren was terrified, his face showing clear panic. Even with his golden body form, he could barely withstand the attack; as a cultivator, this opponent was even more formidable, turning the situation into an even worse predicament.

"Damnit! How did I get involved with such an overpowered individual?"

But there were no regrets in either the secular world or the realm of cultivation. Lin Xuan roared loudly, his body radiating essence energy as multicolored light flowed around him. His hands also turned into sharp claws.

A loud tearing sound echoed. With a single strike, he tore through the opponent's defenses. Liankong Zhenren's pupils constricted slightly as he barely managed to dodge the critical areas, escaping the fatal blow but sustaining severe injuries.

"You brat, don't push me too far," Liankong Zhenren shouted furiously.

"Push you? What do you think can still be done at this moment?" Lin Xuan said coldly.

I'm not one who was frightened into submission. In terms of experience with the brutal world, even this Core Profound old monster is no match for me.

"Fine, brat, you forced my hand. I didn't want to use that secret technique," Liankong Zhenren said angrily. "Now, let's see who ends up worse off."

With a roar, he flapped his wings and unleashed a fierce wind. A stream of essence blood shot from his mouth, temporarily blocking Lin Xuan's attacks. His entire body was enveloped in black light, with electric arcs swirling around it and mysterious runes spinning.

The sky darkened significantly as thick clouds gathered overhead, and the waves on the sea churned violently.

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and silver light suddenly shone from his pupils—Celestial Phoenix Divine Eyes. This divine technique had many uses, rendering any illusions ineffective.

A large ball of black and blue energy formed, with a proud iron-feather eagle standing inside it. The wingspan exceeded ten zhang (about 30 feet), the feathers sharp as spears. His claws were razor-sharp, not inferior to those of any sword or blade.

More terrifyingly, his entire body was wrapped in electric arcs.

This creature had revealed its true form—Thunder Eagle.

Lin Xuan smirked; this guy really misjudged himself. He made another mistake.

He didn't know what the beast intended by showing its true form but it mattered little now. In front of him, such a move was akin to an old man hanging from a noose, seeking death.

Inane.

Lin Xuan's face was full of amusement. To Liankong Zhenren, this expression seemed incredibly arrogant.

"You brat, you won't shed tears until you see your coffin. I'll make you regret it now," the demon bird roared. It opened its mouth and spat out a round pearl.

It was light blue in color, roughly the size of a human's fist—clearly an ancient demon core that had taken him thousands of years to cultivate.

For demons, the demon core was the most precious item. However, it differed from human essence cores; losing one wouldn't result in death but would drastically reduce his cultivation level, possibly dropping several ranks.

Thus, demons guarded their demon cores meticulously, usually storing them within their bodily qi seas. Some secret techniques required the use of a demon core to be activated.

Such secret techniques were invariably powerful. At this moment, Liankong Zhenren had spat out his demon core, clearly intending to fight to the death with Lin Xuan.

Unfortunately for him, he hadn't checked the almanac today; his luck was terrible.

Even if he were a mere early-stage Core Profound demon, such an action would be suicide.

With a wave of his sleeves, light flickered as a tattered tower flew out. Lin Xuan had mastered the Treasure Transfer Art thoroughly and used it with ease.

Several spells cast, white light burst forth, coalescing into a vortex in his vision.

"What is this treasure?"

Liankong Zhenren instinctively sensed something amiss but was too focused to care. He opened his mouth and released more essence energy from his core.

Inside the vortex, strange light shone as a small ball of fur emerged groggily. It stretched its tiny claws, still half-asleep.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh; this little guy ate and slept all day, making him wonder if he was reincarnated as a piglet.

There wasn’t time to waste now; the enemy was right in front of them.

Lin Xuan threw a pineapple bomb. It exploded with a loud sound, instantly waking up the small creature. It covered its head with a paw and tears welled up in its eyes—his master was too cruel, always bullying this poor little pet. Wuhu…

"Don't cry. Look, what is that?"

Lin Xuan couldn’t help but laugh; the little guy always seemed harmless but was actually better at feigning innocence.

Indeed, there's a reason why you get such pets when you have such a master. But Lin Xuan wasn’t fooled by this trick. Following his words, the small ball of fur turned its head and the pineapple bomb didn't hurt much.

The transformed Liankong Zhenren appeared before him. The small creature’s expression changed from one of disappointment to joy.

It was understandable; just waking up with a feast in front of it would make anyone happy.

Liankong Zhenren's pupils constricted as he trembled inexplicably. Despite the cute appearance, his instincts made him feel extreme fear—like facing a natural enemy?

Why?

He appeared so weak and insignificant, but Liankong Zhenren was stunned. He had no time to ponder; the small creature had already acted.

Mew mew, it emitted sounds of great joy as its paws flicked, sending out a milky white light that enveloped him.

Initially, it only wrapped around itself but soon spread outward. In an instant, a milky white light shrouded several miles in all directions.

Liankong Zhenren was now trapped; once inside the small creature's domain, he became a fish on a chopping block, unable to escape or revert back to his human form!

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