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第两千一百二十二章 七十二般变化的神通

This old monster was a ruthless and decisive character. Upon spotting the telltale signs of his approach, he immediately acted without hesitation or idle chatter.

The white bone sword, filled with endless阴气, sliced through the air in an instant, already approaching Lin Xuan's position.

Lin Xuan found himself in peril, but his expression remained calm as he did not summon any treasures. Instead, his shoulders twitched slightly.

Instantly, ripples of space spread out from where he had been standing, like a stone being thrown into a tranquil lake. Lin Xuan’s shadow was still far away, yet the man vanished without a trace.

Wooosh…

A sound akin to howling winds swept through the valley, piercing his ears. The white bone sword had already sliced through where Lin Xuan had just stood, but it only severed his shadow. His true form had long since disappeared into thin air.

Teleportation!

The scholar-like cultivator’s eyes narrowed slightly. However, in the next moment, ripples of space surged, and Lin Xuan appeared beside him.

Boom!

A爆裂 sound echoed as Lin Xuan emitted a demonic aura. A flash of light revealed that his left hand had transformed into something akin to a bird's talon. He swung it, sending a piercing sound through the air. Green claw-like projections emerged, shooting towards the opponent.

At such close range, the scholar could not dodge; he was hit by the dazzling claws and turned into a honeycomb of wounds.

Lin Xuan’s attack did not end there. His right hand rose, swiftly descending downwards. A green sword light, several feet long, appeared as it slashed at the opponent's head.

The opponent was still an Inner Profound cultivator; he had been severely injured by Lin Xuan’s previous strike but was far from on the brink of death.

"Rascal!"

A sharp cry came from beside them. The other two were not alone; the阴厉 cultivator and the woman in艳妆 would not watch their companion perish. With a roar, they both launched attacks.

The green sword light had barely left his hand when several gray-green sword lights and black beams intercepted it, creating bursts of explosions mid-air.

Taking advantage of this momentary distraction, Lin Xuan vanished again.

From past experience to present caution, the scholar-like cultivator’s companions were alarmed. They quickly summoned their defensive treasures as they raised their heads.

"Bad luck, his target is..."

Upon seeing where Lin Xuan was, the woman in艳妆's expression changed dramatically. However, it was too late to stop him; a brilliant light shot out from his sleeve and transformed into a grayish-misty hurricane that enveloped the teleportation array they had just used.

A sound of shattering filled their ears. When the hurricane dissipated, the teleportation array was completely destroyed.

With Lin Xuan’s strength, he would not be intimidated even by three Inner Profound cultivators. However, if reinforcements arrived, it could become troublesome.

Thus, Lin Xuan feigned an attack on one side while destroying this heart of the matter first.

The faces of the three members of the Heavenly Corpse Sect were extremely displeased, especially the scholar-like old monster who had been severely injured by Lin Xuan’s earlier ambush. His face now showed signs of extreme frustration and anger.

He slapped his waist, affixing a gray-white talisman to his body, then swallowed several pills. The bleeding slowed down significantly.

His injuries were temporarily under control, but his strength would be somewhat affected in this state.

However, that was fine; they had three people. It was just because of their carelessness. Once they took it seriously, the opponent, with only one person, could not match them, three Inner Profound cultivators.

"Boy, I will extract your soul and essence to make you regret coming into this world."

A sinister look flashed across the scholar-like cultivator’s face; he hated Lin Xuan deeply.

"Is that so? But I doubt you have such power. Why don’t you hand over your life to me, friend? I can ensure a painless death for you. Do you want to consider this deal?" Lin Xuan's smiling voice echoed in their ears.

"You talk too much. Do you think you can win just by words?"

The scholar-like cultivator became even more furious. He pointed his finger forward, and crackling sounds filled the air. The white bone sword’s surface flickered with light, transforming into a pen shape.

"Hmm?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback; he had never encountered such a situation where his innate treasure could change its form during combat.

But that mattered little; he would deal with it as it came. He waved his sleeve and also summoned his treasures. The Heavenly Moon Ring flew out, circling him.

"Quickly"

Lin Xuan’s ten fingers flicked rapidly, sending several magical formulas from his fingertips.

As he moved, the light around the Heavenly Moon Ring grew even more dazzling. Nearby primordial energy converged towards it, rushing into the treasure.

A grayish-misty hurricane emerged, sweeping across the sky and ground, charging at the opponent with ferocity.

"Trivial tricks; you dare to show off here."

The scholar-like cultivator roared. His hands moved rapidly as well. The white bone sword’s transformed treasures began to write in flowing strokes, producing one after another of the characters.

"What...?"

Lin Xuan recognized those characters from a book he had seen before but could not recall which one it was.

Before his thoughts fully formed, a deep voice echoed in his ears.

"Moo-ma-nei-ba Mi-hum."

"..."

Lin Xuan’s expression changed wildly. He remembered; this was the Six-Word Evil Ghost Spell.

The Six-Word Evil Ghost Spell was created by an ancient ghost dao cultivator who had suffered at the hands of a high-ranking monk from the Buddhist sect, losing to the Six-Word Demonic Suppression Spell. However, he only retreated and was not completely eradicated.

Painstakingly, this ghost dao cultivator created a spell that could counteract the demonic suppression spell—this was the Six-Word Evil Ghost Spell.

Though the Six-Word Demonic Suppression Spell had only six words, it was said to have seventy-two transformations when fully mastered. The same applied to the evil ghost spell.

He wondered how many transformations this Heavenly Corpse Sect old monster had achieved.

As "Hmph" sounded, space itself seemed to be torn apart. A gap in space appeared before their eyes.

From within, endless阴气 emerged, followed by an arm, then a body. An ugly-faced demon appeared in his sight.

In the human world, daoist cultivators who reached great depths of their cultivation could summon the essence of famous demons from above to inhabit them. This Inner Profound old monster was even more powerful, using the Six-Word Evil Ghost Spell to create a gap in space.

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