qǐng kè zhī jiān ， jiù jiāng lǎo guài wù lǒng zhào zhù ， rán ér zhè yī cì ， yān shān lǎo zǔ què méi yǒu yìng pèng de yì tú ， zuǐ jiǎo biān lù chū yī sī jī cháo zhī sè ， shēn xíng měng rán guǐ yì de zuǒ yòu yī dǒu ， mò rán wú shù dào cán yǐng bèng shè ér chū ， zhēn shēn què yǐ zài cán yǐng zhōng guī yú le xū wú 。 mèng
顷刻之间，就将老怪物笼罩住，然而这一次，燕山老祖却没有硬碰的意图，嘴角边露出一丝讥嘲之色，身形猛然诡异的左右一抖，蓦然无数道残影迸射而出，真身却已在残影中归于了虚无。夢
In an instant, the old monster was enveloped. However, this time, Old Patriarch Yanshan had no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation; a sneer appeared on his lips as he suddenly shook his body strangely to the left and right. Instantly, countless shadowy images burst forth, while his true form vanished into nothingness.
xià yī kè ， cī lā shēng dà zuò ， nà xiē kě pà de zhǎo máng yǐ jiāng fāng yuán shù lǐ quán dōu hán gài zhù ， suǒ yǒu de cán yǐng wú yī cún huó ， shùn jiān jiù bèi sī chě dé sì fēn wǔ liè le 。
下一刻，刺啦声大做，那些可怕的爪芒已将方圆数里全都涵盖住，所有的残影无一存活，瞬间就被撕扯得四分五裂了。
Next moment, a loud tearing sound echoed, as those terrifying clawed rays covered several miles around, all of the shadowy images perishing instantly, torn apart in an instant.
rán ér zhòng zhāo de yě jǐn yǒu cán yǐng bà le ， tā de zhēn shēn zǎo yǐ táo dào qiān zhàng yǐ wài ， mù biāo zhèng shì lín xuān 。
然而中招的也仅有残影罢了，他的真身早已逃到千丈以外，目标正是林轩。
However, only the shadows were hit; his true form had already escaped to a thousand feet away. His target was Lin Xuan.
jīng guò gāng cái de shì tàn ， yān shān lǎo zǔ yǐ kěn dìng le ， lín xuān hěn nán chán ， tā xiàn zài yě bù xiǎo de ， qū qū yī míng dòng xuán qī xiū xiān zhě wèi hé néng cāo zòng fēn shén jí bié de shī mó ， ruò bú shì qīn yǎn mù dǔ ， shuō shén me tā yě bú huì xiāng xìn de 。
经过刚才的试探，燕山老祖已肯定了，林轩很难缠，他现在也不晓得，区区一名洞玄期修仙者为何能操纵分神级别的尸魔，若不是亲眼目睹，说什么他也不会相信的。
After the previous probing, Old Patriarch Yanshan was certain that Lin Xuan was difficult to deal with. He didn't know why this mere Cosmology Realm cultivator could control a Corpse Demon of the Spirit Splitting stage; he wouldn’t have believed it if not for his own eyes witnessing it.
rán ér shì shí bǎi zài yǎn qián ， dāng rán bù kě néng shì ruò bú jiàn 。
然而事实摆在眼前，当然不可能视若不见。
But facts were staring him in the face, so he couldn’t ignore them.
yín chì shī wáng hěn nán chán ， bù guò nà yòu rú hé ， lín xuān jiù shì tā de ruò diǎn ， zhǐ yào miè shā diào lín xuān ， zhè fēn shén jí bié de shī mó ， duì zì jǐ jiāng bù zài yǒu fēn háo de wēi xié zhī chù 。
银翅尸王很难缠，不过那又如何，林轩就是它的弱点，只要灭杀掉林轩，这分神级别的尸魔，对自己将不再有分毫的威胁之处。
The Silver-Winged Corpse King was difficult to handle, but that didn't matter. Lin Xuan was its weakness. As long as he could eliminate Lin Xuan, this Spirit Splitting stage Corpse Demon would no longer pose any threat to him.
zhè yì diǎn ， lǎo guài wù kàn de qīng qīng chǔ chǔ ， tā dòu fǎ de jīng yàn tóng yàng fēng fù ， suǒ yǐ cái fàng qì shī mó ， zhí qǔ lín xuān 。
这一点，老怪物看得清清楚楚，他斗法的经验同样丰富，所以才放弃尸魔，直取林轩。
This was clear to the old monster. His experience in combat was equally rich, which is why he abandoned the Corpse Demon and went straight for Lin Xuan.
shè rén xiān shè mǎ ， qín zéi xiān qín wáng ， tā cǐ kè suǒ cǎi yòng de zhàn shù ， dào lǐ yǔ zhè ge yàn yǔ yī yàng 。
射人先射马，擒贼先擒王，他此刻所采用的战术，道理与这个谚语一样。
Hit where it hurts, capture the king first—his tactic mirrored that proverb.
biàn qǐ cāng chǔ ， lín xuān de liǎn sè sà rán biàn le ， yān shān lǎo zǔ de dòng zuò shí fēn xùn sù ， cǐ kè ， zì jǐ gēn běn jiù lái bù jí duǒ 。
变起仓储，林轩的脸色飒然变了，燕山老祖的动作十分迅速，此刻，自己根本就来不及躲。
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's expression changed dramatically as Old Patriarch Yanshan moved swiftly. There was no time to dodge now.
lǎo guài wù de liǎn shàng dài zhe níng xiào zhī sè ， tū rán zhāng kǒu yī dào jīng xuè chōng zhe nà láng yá bàng pēn tǔ ， nà xuè lí kǒu yǐ hòu ， lì kè yíng fēng bào chéng yī tuán xuè wù ， zhěng gè bèi mó bǎo xī shōu jìn qù le 。
老怪物的脸上带着狞笑之色，突然张口一道精血冲着那狼牙棒喷吐，那血离口以后，立刻迎风爆成一团血雾，整个被魔宝吸收进去了。
With a snarl on his face, Old Patriarch Yanshan spat out a stream of essence blood towards the wolf-tipped club. The blood exploded into a cloud upon leaving his mouth and was instantly absorbed by the magic treasure.
cǐ bǎo yī dǒu ， yǒu yě shòu bān de háo jiào shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， suí hòu guāng huá yào mù ， fǎng fú yǒu shén me fēng yìn bèi jiě chú ， tǐ xíng zhòu rán zēng dà le shù bèi hái duō ， guāng shì cháng dù ， jiù yǐ jīng chāo guò shí zhàng le 。
此宝一抖，有野兽般的嚎叫声传入耳朵，随后光华耀目，仿佛有什么封印被解除，体型骤然增大了数倍还多，光是长度，就已经超过十丈了。
The club shook, and an animal-like howl echoed in Lin Xuan's ears. Then, a dazzling light shone as if some seal had been broken. Its size suddenly increased several times over, with its length exceeding ten zhang (about 30 feet). The sharp protrusions on the surface glimmered with a blue hue, suggesting an added toxic attribute.
biǎo miàn de jiān cì ， gèng shǎn shuò zhe lán yōu yōu de guāng zé ， sì hū zēng tiān le jù dú de shǔ xìng lái zhe 。
表面的尖刺，更闪烁着蓝幽幽的光泽，似乎增添了剧毒的属性来着。
At the same time, a fierce and violent aura surged forth, filled with bloodlust.
tóng shí ， yī gǔ fēng kuáng de lì qì pèi rán ér qǐ ， chōng mǎn le shì xuè zhī yì 。
同时，一股疯狂的戾气沛然而起，充满了嗜血之意。
Old Patriarch Yanshan wasn't idle. A vicious light flashed in his eyes as he clenched both hands, producing a crackling sound. His entire body was enveloped by black electric arcs, resembling a demon god descending upon him. His size also increased dramatically, turning into a giant figure within moments.
fǎ bǎo biàn huà le zhè me duō ， yān shān lǎo zǔ yě méi yǒu xián zhe ， yǎn zhōng xiōng máng shǎn guò ， shuāng shǒu yī wò ， pī lǐ pā lā de bào xiǎng shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， tā de zhěng gè shēn tǐ ， jìng rán bèi yǒu hēi de diàn hú bāo guǒ ， kàn shàng qù ， jiù fǎng fú mó shén jiàng lín shì de ， tóng shí tǐ xíng yě bào zhǎng qǐ lái ， piàn kè jiù huà wèi yí gè jù rén 。
法宝变化了这么多，燕山老祖也没有闲着，眼中凶芒闪过，双手一握，噼里啪啦的爆响声传入耳朵，他的整个身体，竟然被黝黑的电弧包裹，看上去，就仿佛魔神降临似的，同时体型也暴涨起来，片刻就化为一个巨人。
Giant Technique!
jù dà shù ！
巨大术！
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; he knew this divine technique well, but seeing it executed so swiftly for the first time was impressive. No wonder he was a Spirit Splitting stage ancient monster.
lín xuān tóng kǒng wēi suō ， cǐ shén tōng tā zì rán xiǎo de ， rán ér shī zhǎn dé rú cǐ xùn sù hái shì dì yī cì dé jiàn de ， bù kuì shì fēn shén qī gǔ mó 。
林轩瞳孔微缩，此神通他自然晓得，然而施展得如此迅速还是第一次得见的，不愧是分神期古魔。
However, there wasn't any time to dwell on that now.
rán ér cǐ shí bú shì gǎn kǎi de yī kè 。
然而此时不是感慨的一刻。
Seeing no way to dodge, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with anger.
yǎn kàn lái bù jí duǒ ， lín xuān yǎn zhōng yě shǎn guò yī sī fèn nù 。
眼看来不及躲，林轩眼中也闪过一丝愤怒。
All or nothing!
pīn le ！
拼了！
Lin Xuan raised both hands and quickly cast a spell. As his actions continued, whistling sounds filled the air as eighty-one flying swords shot towards the same direction, converging in the middle.
lín xuān shuāng shǒu tái qǐ ， yī dào fǎ yìn fēi kuài de dǎ le chū qù ， suí zhe tā de dòng zuò ， sōu sōu de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr duǒ ， jiǔ jiǔ bā shí yī bǐng fēi jiàn xiàng zhe tóng yī gè fāng xiàng jī dá shè ， tóng shí wǎng zhōng jiān yī hé 。
林轩双手抬起，一道法印飞快的打了出去，随着他的动作，嗖嗖的声音传入耳朵，九九八十一柄飞剑向着同一个方向激龘射，同时往中间一合。
A loud clear sound echoed as a giant sword over ten zhang long appeared. It was crimson red with light radiating from it, and numerous rune symbols rotated on its surface. This treasure, carefully refined by Lin Xuan over hundreds of years, was no ordinary item.
qīng míng shēng dà zuò ， yī bǐng shí yú zhàng zhǎng de jù jiàn chū xiàn le 。
清鸣声大做，一柄十余丈长的巨剑出现了。
It was time to use it!
zuò huǒ hóng sè ， guāng yùn sì shè ， biǎo miàn hái yǒu wú shù quán tou dà xiǎo de fú wén xuán zhuǎn tūn tǔ ， lín xuān huā fèi shù bǎi nián cái jīng xīn liàn zhì chū lái de bǎo wù ， zì rán shì fēi tóng xiǎo kě 。
做火红色，光晕四射，表面还有无数拳头大小的符文旋转吞吐，林轩花费数百年才精心炼制出来的宝物，自然是非同小可。
"Quickly!"
cǐ shí jiù yào pài shàng yòng chǎng le ！
此时就要派上用场了！
Lin Xuan pointed his finger forward. The Nine Palaces Needle flashed swiftly, slicing towards the old monster with a forceful wind.
“ jí ！”
“疾！”
Old Patriarch Yanshan performed the same action, wielding the wolf-tipped club and pouring all of his demonic energy into it, performing a downward slash like cleaving Mount Hua.
lín xuān yī zhǐ xiàng qián diǎn qù ， jiǔ gōng xū yú jiàn yī shǎn ， shì jiā jìng fēng de xiàng zhe lǎo mó pī cì xià lái 。
林轩一指向前点去，九宫须臾剑一闪，势夹劲风的向着老魔劈刺下来。
Another direct confrontation ensued, just as before. There was no trickery involved.
yān shān lǎo zǔ yě shì tóng yàng de dòng zuò ， shǒu chí láng yá bàng jiāng hún shēn de mó qì zhù rù ， gěi lín xuān lái le yí gè lì pī huà shān de dòng zuò 。
燕山老祖也是同样的动作，手持狼牙棒将浑身的魔气注入，给林轩来了一个力劈华山的动作。
Boom!
yòu shì yìng pèng ， chǎng miàn yǔ gāng gāng lǎo zǔ zhàn shī mó xiāng tóng ， méi yǒu rèn hé de qǔ qiǎo zhī chù 。
又是硬碰，场面与刚刚老祖战尸魔相同，没有任何的取巧之处。
The already ravaged earth was once again plowed by two powerful forces. Within several miles, all mountains were flattened, with gale-force winds sweeping the land, turning it into molten lava.
yuán běn jiù mǎn mù chuāng yí de dà dì ， cǐ shí yòu bèi liǎng gǔ qiáng hèng de lì liàng ， gěi chóng xīn lí le yī biàn ， fāng yuán shù shí lǐ ， suǒ yǒu de shān fēng ， jiē bèi yí wéi píng dì ， gāng fēng sì qǐ ， tǔ dì biàn chéng le róng róng tǐ 。
原本就满目疮痍的大地，此时又被两股强横的力量，给重新犁了一遍，方圆数十里，所有的山峰，皆被夷为平地，罡风四起，土地变成了熔融体。
Lin Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying by an overwhelming force. Although his essence energy was much richer than that of other cultivators at the same stage, he still fell short when compared to Old Patriarch Yanshan, who was a Spirit Splitting stage ancient monster.
“ pū ……”
“噗……”
This direct confrontation left Lin Xuan clearly on the losing side.
lín xuān yī kǒu xiān xuè pēn bó ， bèi yī gǔ qiáng hèng de lì liàng zhèn fēi diào le ， tā suī rán fǎ lì bǐ tóng jiē xiū shì chún hòu xǔ duō ， rán ér yǔ fēn shén qī lǎo guài xiàng bǐ ， yī jiù shì yǒu chā jù 。
林轩一口鲜血喷薄，被一股强横的力量震飞掉了，他虽然法力比同阶修士醇厚许多，然而与分神期老怪相比，依旧是有差距。
"Impossible!"
zhè yī cì háo wú qǔ qiǎo de yìng pèng ， lín xuān jiù míng xiǎn luò zài le xià fēng 。
这一次毫无取巧的硬碰，林轩就明显落在了下风。
But it was the old monster who gasped in shock. He knew his own condition well; among ancient monsters, he belonged to the physically strong group with boundless strength. His previous strike had been incredibly powerful, and even a cultivator of the same stage would find it hard to withstand such an attack.
“ bù kě néng ！”
“不可能！”
Breaking one's meridians was considered light compared to what could happen if things went wrong. He might have already scattered his soul and spirit into pieces.
rán ér jīng hū de què shì lǎo mó ， liǎn shàng dài zhe bù kě sī yì zhī sè ， zì jǐ de qíng kuàng zì jǐ qīng chǔ ， zài gǔ mó zhōng tā yě shǔ yú shēn tǐ qiáng hèng de yī zú ， lì dà wú qióng 。
然而惊呼的却是老魔，脸上带着不可思议之色，自己的情况自己清楚，在古魔中他也属于身体强横的一族，力大无穷。
However, Lin Xuan only spat out some blood and still appeared full of vigor.
gāng gāng nà yī jī ， wēi lì wú bǐ ， jiù suàn shì tóng jiē xiū xiān zhě ， àn lǐ shuō ， yě hěn nán jiē guò ， dòng xuán qī cún zài ？
刚刚那一击，威力无比，就算是同阶修仙者，按理说，也很难接过，洞玄期存在？
Was he joking? This kid was too formidable; wasn't his physical strength even surpassing that of the same-stage monsters?
hún shēn jīng mài cùn duàn dōu suàn shì qīng de ， yí gè bù hǎo ， kǒng pà yǐ hún fēi pò sàn diào le 。
浑身经脉寸断都算是轻的，一个不好，恐怕已魂飞魄散掉了。
Despite being shocked, the old monster's reaction was swift. Regardless, this was a good opportunity for him to exploit. He believed Lin Xuan and his companions had unexpectedly withstood his attack but their essence energy flow would be affected in the short term.
rán ér lín xuān què zhǐ tǔ le yī kǒu xuè ， ér qiě yī jiù xiǎn de shì shén wán qì zú 。
然而林轩却只吐了一口血，而且依旧显得是神完气足。
This was his chance.
yǒu méi yǒu gǎo cuò ， zhè xiǎo zi wèi miǎn yě tài biāo hàn le ， nán dào tā de shēn tǐ qiáng dù ， hái yào yuǎn shèng tóng jiē de yāo zú ？
有没有搞错，这小子未免也太彪悍了，难道他的身体强度，还要远胜同阶的妖族？
Old Patriarch Yanshan calculated precisely. The Silver-Winged Corpse King was still over a hundred feet behind, and at his speed, it wouldn't be able to reach him in time for rescue.
jīng è guī jīng è ， lǎo mó de fǎn yìng què shì yì diǎn yě bù màn de 。
惊愕归惊愕，老魔的反应却是一点也不慢的。
With this thought, a sneer appeared on the old monster's face as he flickered and shadowy images burst forth. He vanished without a trace once more.
bù guǎn rú hé ， lín xuān zhè yī xià yě bù hǎo guò ， chèn tā bìng ， yào tā mìng ， rú jīn jiù yào jiè jī kuò dà zhàn guǒ 。
不管如何，林轩这一下也不好过，趁他病，要他命，如今就要借机扩大战果。
His true form aimed directly at Lin Xuan, determined to seize the opportunity and end his life.
tā xiāng xìn ， gāng gāng nà yī jī ， lín xuān sān rén chū rén yì liào de káng guò ， dàn duǎn shí jiān nèi ， fǎ lì de liú zhuǎn què shì yào shòu yǐng xiǎng de 。
他相信，刚刚那一击，林轩三人出人意料的扛过，但短时间内，法力的流转却是要受影响的。
Everything was part of the old monster’s plan, but Lin Xuan didn't seem overly worried.
cǐ xiāo bǐ zhǎng ， zhè jiù shì zì jǐ de jī huì lái le 。
此消彼长，这就是自己的机会来了。
Before Old Patriarch Yanshan could reach him, a strange demonic insect emerged from an unexpected direction, exuding violent energy. Despite facing a Spirit Splitting stage ancient monster, it showed no fear and fought bravely.
yān shān lǎo zǔ suàn dé hěn jīng què ， yín chì shī wáng hái zài shēn hòu bǎi yú zhàng yuǎn chù ， yǐ zì jǐ de sù dù ， tā xiǎng jiù yuán yě shì lái bù jí de 。
燕山老祖算得很精确，银翅尸王还在身后百余丈远处，以自己的速度，它想救援也是来不及的。
This insect was over ten feet long, resembling a tiger in the mortal world with a fierce and peculiar appearance. It was covered in purple patterns, and it had two pairs of wings.
xīn zhōng rú cǐ xiǎng zhe ， lǎo guài wù de zuǐ jiǎo biān lù chū yī sī níng xiào zhī sè ， shēn xíng yī huǎng ， cán yǐng bèng shè ér chū ， tā yòu cóng yuán dì xiāo shī dé wú yǐng wú zōng 。
心中如此想着，老怪物的嘴角边露出一丝狞笑之色，身形一晃，残影迸射而出，他又从原地消失得无影无踪。
Purple-Woven Corpse Insect!
zhēn shēn de mù dì dì míng què wú bǐ ， jiù shì yào zhuā zhù shí jī ， zhì lín xuān yú sǐ dì 。
真身的目的地明确无比，就是要抓住时机，置林轩于死地。
Old Patriarch Yanshan gasped in shock as he saw this demonic insect. He had encountered such insects before; amongyin attribute demons, their power ranked among the top five, making a deep impression on him. However, if his memory served correctly, raising such an insect required using one's own body as a nest and feeding it with essence blood to avoid backlash.
yī qiè dōu luò rù lǎo mó de suàn jì ， lín xuān de chǔ jìng ， sì hū wēi jī wú bǐ ， rán ér tā yì diǎn yě bù jí 。
一切都落入老魔的算计，林轩的处境，似乎危机无比，然而他一点也不急。
But he clearly saw Lin Xuan release this insect from a broken tower?
lǎo mó cái pū dào bàn tú ， chóng míng shēng dà zuò ， yī xíng mào qí tè de mó chóng yóu xié cì lǐ chōng chū lái le ， hún shēn shàng xià dài zhe lì qì ， jí biàn miàn duì fēn shén qī lǎo mó ， yě méi yǒu bàn fēn wèi jù ， hàn bù wèi sǐ 。
老魔才扑到半途，虫鸣声大做，一形貌奇特的魔虫由斜刺里冲出来了，浑身上下带着戾气，即便面对分神期老魔，也没有半分畏惧，悍不畏死。
Was something wrong? First, the Silver-Winged Corpse King, now this renowned demonic insect. Old Patriarch Yanshan was left speechless, feeling that Lin Xuan's methods continually challenged his understanding of cultivation.
cǐ chóng shēn cháng què yǒu zhàng yú ， dà xiǎo yǔ shì sú de lǎo hǔ pǒ yǒu jǐ fēn xiāng sì ， xíng mào zhēng níng qí tè ， hún shēn shàng xià ， biàn bù zǐ sè de huā wén ， chì bǎng yǒu liǎng duì 。
此虫身长却有丈余，大小与世俗的老虎颇有几分相似，形貌狰狞奇特，浑身上下，遍布紫色的花纹，翅膀有两对。
Who exactly was this kid?
zǐ luó wén shī chóng ！
紫罗纹尸虫！
The old monster swallowed hard, all traces oflook down upon (contempt) long forgotten.
yān shān lǎo zǔ yī shēng jīng hū ， liǎn shàng liú lù chū bù kě sī yì zhī sè 。
燕山老祖一声惊呼，脸上流露出不可思议之色。
A Purple-Woven Corpse Insect wasn't easy to deal with; even a mature one could match a Spirit Splitting stage cultivator. This one, though not fully mature, couldn’t be taken lightly by the old monster.
cǐ mó chóng tā jiàn guò ， zài yīn shǔ xìng mó chóng zhī zhōng ， qí lì hài chéng dù ， zú kě yǐ pái jìn qián wǔ ， lìng rén yìn xiàng shēn kè ， rán ér tā ruò shì méi yǒu jì cuò ， sì yǎng cǐ chóng bú shì yào yǐ zì jǐ de shēn tǐ zuò wéi cháo xué ， yǐ jīng xuè wèi yǎng cái kě ， yī bù liú shén jiù huì fǎn shì me ？
此魔虫他见过，在阴属性魔虫之中，其厉害程度，足可以排进前五，令人印象深刻，然而他若是没有记错，饲养此虫不是要以自己的身体作为巢穴，以精血喂养才可，一不留神就会反噬么？
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In an instant, the old monster was enveloped. However, this time, Old Patriarch Yanshan had no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation; a sneer appeared on his lips as he suddenly shook his body strangely to the left and right. Instantly, countless shadowy images burst forth, while his true form vanished into nothingness.
Next moment, a loud tearing sound echoed, as those terrifying clawed rays covered several miles around, all of the shadowy images perishing instantly, torn apart in an instant.
However, only the shadows were hit; his true form had already escaped to a thousand feet away. His target was Lin Xuan.
After the previous probing, Old Patriarch Yanshan was certain that Lin Xuan was difficult to deal with. He didn't know why this mere Cosmology Realm cultivator could control a Corpse Demon of the Spirit Splitting stage; he wouldn’t have believed it if not for his own eyes witnessing it.
But facts were staring him in the face, so he couldn’t ignore them.
The Silver-Winged Corpse King was difficult to handle, but that didn't matter. Lin Xuan was its weakness. As long as he could eliminate Lin Xuan, this Spirit Splitting stage Corpse Demon would no longer pose any threat to him.
This was clear to the old monster. His experience in combat was equally rich, which is why he abandoned the Corpse Demon and went straight for Lin Xuan.
Hit where it hurts, capture the king first—his tactic mirrored that proverb.
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's expression changed dramatically as Old Patriarch Yanshan moved swiftly. There was no time to dodge now.
Damn!
With a snarl on his face, Old Patriarch Yanshan spat out a stream of essence blood towards the wolf-tipped club. The blood exploded into a cloud upon leaving his mouth and was instantly absorbed by the magic treasure.
Roar!
The club shook, and an animal-like howl echoed in Lin Xuan's ears. Then, a dazzling light shone as if some seal had been broken. Its size suddenly increased several times over, with its length exceeding ten zhang (about 30 feet). The sharp protrusions on the surface glimmered with a blue hue, suggesting an added toxic attribute.
At the same time, a fierce and violent aura surged forth, filled with bloodlust.
Old Patriarch Yanshan wasn't idle. A vicious light flashed in his eyes as he clenched both hands, producing a crackling sound. His entire body was enveloped by black electric arcs, resembling a demon god descending upon him. His size also increased dramatically, turning into a giant figure within moments.
Giant Technique!
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; he knew this divine technique well, but seeing it executed so swiftly for the first time was impressive. No wonder he was a Spirit Splitting stage ancient monster.
However, there wasn't any time to dwell on that now.
Seeing no way to dodge, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with anger.
All or nothing!
Lin Xuan raised both hands and quickly cast a spell. As his actions continued, whistling sounds filled the air as eighty-one flying swords shot towards the same direction, converging in the middle.
A loud clear sound echoed as a giant sword over ten zhang long appeared. It was crimson red with light radiating from it, and numerous rune symbols rotated on its surface. This treasure, carefully refined by Lin Xuan over hundreds of years, was no ordinary item.
It was time to use it!
"Quickly!"
Lin Xuan pointed his finger forward. The Nine Palaces Needle flashed swiftly, slicing towards the old monster with a forceful wind.
Old Patriarch Yanshan performed the same action, wielding the wolf-tipped club and pouring all of his demonic energy into it, performing a downward slash like cleaving Mount Hua.
Another direct confrontation ensued, just as before. There was no trickery involved.
Boom!
The already ravaged earth was once again plowed by two powerful forces. Within several miles, all mountains were flattened, with gale-force winds sweeping the land, turning it into molten lava.
"Spit…!"
Lin Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying by an overwhelming force. Although his essence energy was much richer than that of other cultivators at the same stage, he still fell short when compared to Old Patriarch Yanshan, who was a Spirit Splitting stage ancient monster.
This direct confrontation left Lin Xuan clearly on the losing side.
"Impossible!"
But it was the old monster who gasped in shock. He knew his own condition well; among ancient monsters, he belonged to the physically strong group with boundless strength. His previous strike had been incredibly powerful, and even a cultivator of the same stage would find it hard to withstand such an attack.
Breaking one's meridians was considered light compared to what could happen if things went wrong. He might have already scattered his soul and spirit into pieces.
However, Lin Xuan only spat out some blood and still appeared full of vigor.
Was he joking? This kid was too formidable; wasn't his physical strength even surpassing that of the same-stage monsters?
Despite being shocked, the old monster's reaction was swift. Regardless, this was a good opportunity for him to exploit. He believed Lin Xuan and his companions had unexpectedly withstood his attack but their essence energy flow would be affected in the short term.
This was his chance.
Old Patriarch Yanshan calculated precisely. The Silver-Winged Corpse King was still over a hundred feet behind, and at his speed, it wouldn't be able to reach him in time for rescue.
With this thought, a sneer appeared on the old monster's face as he flickered and shadowy images burst forth. He vanished without a trace once more.
His true form aimed directly at Lin Xuan, determined to seize the opportunity and end his life.
Everything was part of the old monster’s plan, but Lin Xuan didn't seem overly worried.
Before Old Patriarch Yanshan could reach him, a strange demonic insect emerged from an unexpected direction, exuding violent energy. Despite facing a Spirit Splitting stage ancient monster, it showed no fear and fought bravely.
This insect was over ten feet long, resembling a tiger in the mortal world with a fierce and peculiar appearance. It was covered in purple patterns, and it had two pairs of wings.
Purple-Woven Corpse Insect!
Old Patriarch Yanshan gasped in shock as he saw this demonic insect. He had encountered such insects before; amongyin attribute demons, their power ranked among the top five, making a deep impression on him. However, if his memory served correctly, raising such an insect required using one's own body as a nest and feeding it with essence blood to avoid backlash.
But he clearly saw Lin Xuan release this insect from a broken tower?
Was something wrong? First, the Silver-Winged Corpse King, now this renowned demonic insect. Old Patriarch Yanshan was left speechless, feeling that Lin Xuan's methods continually challenged his understanding of cultivation.
Who exactly was this kid?
The old monster swallowed hard, all traces oflook down upon (contempt) long forgotten.
A Purple-Woven Corpse Insect wasn't easy to deal with; even a mature one could match a Spirit Splitting stage cultivator. This one, though not fully mature, couldn’t be taken lightly by the old monster.
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