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第一千九百八十三章 三头六臂

In an instant, the entire space seemed to tremble violently. Then, a loud rumbling sound filled the air, with continuous cracking noises echoing in his ears—much like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

Black and red lights interwoven, neither side was gaining the upper hand for a moment.

"Divine Spirit Treasure!" exclamations of shock followed as Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch's voice seemed to come from between his teeth. His attack had been blocked, while on the other side, Three-Headed Bone Snake encountered some resistance. Although Bloodfire Ants were individually weak in combat, their sheer numbers gave them an edge; the disadvantage was only temporary.

Explosion!

Seeing that he couldn't win, this demonic insect self-destructed. The power of a single one might not be significant, but if hundreds exploded simultaneously, with their combined strength and the added effects...

"Bad!" Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch's expression changed dramatically. He hadn't truly controlled the Three-Headed Bone Snake; it was merely an animated spirit artifact created from a fragment of his soul.

Thousands of Bloodsharp Ants detonated at once, causing this treasure to lose much of its spiritual essence.

"How despicable!" Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch was infuriated. However, Lin Xuan didn't care about such matters. After all, it wasn't easy for an item with a spirit essence to change hands. He should have known better; the other party was also a Daoist cultivator of the Profound Mysteries realm.

He fixed his gaze on Lin Xuan's movements. As the swarm dispersed, Lin Xuan's wrist flipped, and a small ball of fire about the size of an egg appeared.

The flames flickered in four colors before transforming into deep blue.

Phantasmal Heavenly Fire could change its attributes at will.

"Go!" Lin Xuan waved his hand, sending the deep blue Phantasmal Heavenly Fire flying.

Sizzle...

In a blink, a thick layer of ice armor covered the Three-Headed Bone Snake's surface. It transformed into an icy sculpture suspended in front of Lin Xuan by several feet, floating motionlessly.

"What..."

Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch's face turned ashen. He had completely lost his connection with this treasure.

"How is that possible?"

The old monster was bewildered and at a loss for words. He knew the power of his item well; it shouldn't have been frozen so easily, even if its spiritual essence was severely damaged. However, reality lay before him, and he couldn't deny it. He licked his lips, realizing he had underestimated this guy. A mere初级 cultivator managed to master such powerful techniques.

But that mattered little. Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch showed no signs of discouragement. He believed the final victory would still be his.

"Unexpectedly, dealing with you requires my true skills. It seems sending you here was a wise decision."

"True skills?"

Lin Xuan scratched his nose and couldn't help laughing: "Friend, your words are truly shocking. Did we just spar for fun?"

His tone carried a hint of mockery, but Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch didn't respond.

The fan-shaped treasure floated back into his hand. The old monster remained still, but the fire yuan qi around him surged into his body.

From his actions, it was clear he intended to use some extremely complex technique. His left hand was hidden in a sleeve, yet Lin Xuan could see through the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eyes that there were several items inside: talismans, thunder pearls, and spirit beast pouches.

Clearly, this was going to take time, but his preparations were thorough. If Lin Xuan tried to rush forward, those items in his left hand would delay him.

Lin Xuan didn't want to be led by the nose.

Skillful people are bold; he wanted to see what the old monster could do!

Taking a deep breath, the Magic Bond Sword appeared in his palm. He grasped it and infused his mana like a tidal wave, sending an icy sensation through the blade. Silver light burst forth, and fine scales enveloped Lin Xuan's right hand from the wrist to the elbow, with surrounding primordial qi flowing into him...

"That can't be true; you practice techniques of wood attributes. How could fire yuan qi enter your body?" Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch was genuinely shocked.

"Who told you I can only control wood attributes?" Lin Xuan said coldly.

"Hmph, so you have a multi-attribute spirit root? That's troublesome." Flower Fragrance Senior Patriarch continued: "But it won't defeat me."

Before he could finish, his sleeve flapped, and an jade bottle flew out. He grabbed it without removing the stopper and smashed it open with a loud crack.

A black pill about the size of a dragon eye appeared, emitting a pungent smell.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as various thoughts raced through his mind. Despite their earlier exchange, neither had consumed much mana. What was he going to do with this pill?

Could it be something that significantly boosted one's strength in a short time?

But that didn't make sense; although Lin Xuan had the upper hand, the old monster hadn't suffered much damage. There was no reason for him to take such a pill.

After all, consuming such pills could greatly enhance one's power temporarily but came with severe side effects. Most cultivators would only use them as last resorts.

Lin Xuan pondered many things in an instant, but before he could finish, the old monster swallowed the pill...

At their level, refining medicinal energy was incredibly swift. His face turned purple, yet his strength didn't increase at all.

Surprised, Lin Xuan wondered what this pill was for.

The answer soon became clear.

Fire yuan qi from around him rushed to the old monster's side, but only a few were under Lin Xuan's control. This could only mean that the other party had far greater abilities in manipulating primordial qi.

But that shouldn't be possible; they had been evenly matched just moments ago. How did this turn so drastically?

Could it have been due to that pill?

Lin Xuan pondered this as a strange scene unfolded: the divine images began merging, reducing from nine heads and eighteen arms to two, with six arms in total.

Though there were fewer, the new golden body image was more radiant, almost实体like. Lin Xuan had practiced the Lesser Heavenly Realm Image for centuries; such changes weren't out of the ordinary. He did this for a reason.

The Ninefold Moon Ring flew out and was easily seized by two of the divine images' arms. Mana infused into it, causing its light to flash wildly as malevolent energy rose. Hundreds of ice serpents and fire dragons appeared before him, circling and dancing, their roars filling his ears.

But this wasn't over; as the divine images' hands moved, the serpents and dragons transformed into seven each, their oppressive presence unchanged, obscuring half the sky.

Thousand Dragon Fangs!

Previously used by Lin Xuan himself, it was now employed solely by the divine image.

And that wasn't all; his remaining two arms continued moving, producing countless intricate seals. A faint sound of Buddhist chanting seemed to echo.

The posture was familiar—Lin Xuan's ultimate secret technique, True Spirit Strike!

Noticing the potential power of the technique, Lin Xuan prepared to use the Magic Bond Sword, Thousand Dragon Fangs, and True Spirit Strike simultaneously.

Triumvirate, see how I break your enemy!

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