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第两千四百零六章 三大化身

The young man standing in the middle wore a dark black magic robe. The colors of the clothes on both sides were different, divided into two shades: one was light blue and the other was dark blue.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly. Could this be the famous "One Breath into Three Clarity" divine technique?

Before his thoughts could fully form, Tiao Xiaojian spoke up in shock. His judgment matched Lin Xuan’s.

“Wrong, it is not the One Breath into Three Clarity divine technique.”

Lin Xuan shook his head.

"Brother, how can you say that?"

Tiao Xiaojian called him by a nickname, showing he was very close to him. Even Tianyuan Saint Ancestor turned around, as he had never heard of such a magic art before.

"Firstly, the One Breath into Three Clarity is the supreme and most profound divine technique in Taoism. This guy here is an ancient demon; he’s incompatible with the Daoist sects. How could he possibly practice this legendary divine technique?"

Lin Xuan swallowed hard before continuing: "Moreover, although I have never practiced it myself, there are many records of this divine technique in the classics. It's said that its most mysterious aspect lies in creating something out of nothing, turning one person into three. Each additional body is not just a simple external manifestation; every one of them possesses power and abilities comparable to their original form. In other words, it doubles the combat strength, no, even more than that because the three bodies can coordinate with each other."

Tiao Xiaojian and Tianyuan Saint Ancestor nodded in agreement. They were not ignorant about such matters, having heard of the One Breath into Three Clarity's intricacies.

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly. He couldn't figure out how one person could transform into three at will, especially when each had power equal to their original form—this was simply illogical… or rather, it contradicted the laws of nature.

Though he didn’t understand, many ancient texts were clear about this fact; it wasn’t a case of mistaken information or absurd legends. It was indeed real in the cultivation world, but his current strength couldn't fathom such power. This was not strange at all—Lin Xuan, though now at the Spirit Refinement Stage, still had a long way to go compared to the Scarlet Lightning Tribulation. If he could understand the profound essence of the first divine technique of Taoism, that would be truly remarkable.

"Look, although this guy transforms into three, his power is clearly weaker than the original form." Lin Xuan's calm voice echoed in their ears. Even in such perilous moments, his insight was meticulous.

In short, he was bold and cautious. With such keen observation even against formidable foes, it was clear that his advantage lay in this moment.

"Little Lin, your eyes are really sharp. But what difference does it make? I won't use the One Breath into Three Clarity technique. These three bodies will easily handle you two."

The young man in the black robe sneered. Before they could finish their conversation, he darted forward and lunged at Tianyuan Saint Ancestor. The other two bodies didn’t idle either; they too transformed into streaks of different colors and headed towards Lin Xuan and Tiao Xiaojian.

At this moment, all three felt a sense of absurdity. Without the mysterious young demon, their battle would have been much more chaotic.

However, fate had brought them together by coincidence, linking their fates. The world was full of such coincidences.

But now wasn’t the time for contemplation; they needed to resolve this crisis immediately.

Lin Xuan’s keen insight was evident as he observed that the three bodies were not equally powerful. The one in the black robe was the strongest and faced Tianyuan Saint Ancestor, indicating that in the mysterious young man's eyes, their threat paled in comparison to the Saint Ancestor's body.

This judgment was correct but also provided an opportunity for Lin Xuan and Tiao Xiaojian.

Lin Xuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. Whether Tiao Xiaojian noticed this subtlety or not didn’t matter; he had been given a golden opportunity, which he couldn't afford to miss.

His specialty was muddling the waters!

Without hesitation, Lin Xuan cast his spell. At that moment, he needed to use decisive action to defeat his enemies.

With a flick of his sleeves, light flashed, and the Nine Palaces Instant Sword emerged from his sleeve like a fish swimming out. Following this, a clear ringing sound erupted as dozens of flying swords transformed into sword lights several feet long, circling around him uncertainly.

Lin Xuan’s spell was far from over; he pointed his left hand at the air and all the sword lights trembled, emitting red light. In an instant, they multiplied ninefold, transforming into hundreds of identical sword lights that swirled and danced, covering almost half the sky with fiery sword energy. Layer upon layer of sword waves surged like waves in a turbulent sea.

Tiao Xiaojian and Tianyuan Saint Ancestor were taken aback. They realized their initial assessment of Lin Xuan might have been too low. However, this thought was fleeting as they faced formidable foes and couldn’t afford to be distracted.

Rumbling sounds filled the air as Tiao Xiaojian and Tianyuan Saint Ancestor activated their treasures, engaging in battle with the two other bodies.

Lin Xuan didn't dare neglect his own opponent—the young man in the light blue robe. He no longer sought mere safety; time was pressing.

The Nine Palaces Instant Sword’s power stunned the youth in the light blue robe, who paused. However, a cold sneer appeared on his lips soon after.

No matter how many sword lights there were or how prominent they were, if they couldn’t hit their target, it would be useless.

He spun around and turned into demon fog, ignoring the Nine Palaces Instant Sword as he charged forward.

Lin Xuan frowned. He raised both hands and cast a spell: "Break!"

Hundreds of sword lights hummed and transformed into a fiery light halo that surged towards his opponent like a tidal wave.

The momentum was formidable, but the youth in the light blue robe showed no fear. Soon, they collided head-on.

Piercing sounds filled their ears as Lin Xuan controlled the hundreds of sword lights to bombard the demon fog non-stop.

In just a few breaths, the demon fog was pierced countless times, yet none of the attacks had any effect. All the attacks seemed to fall on empty air; the demon fog was intangible and formless. No matter how many or sharp the sword lights were, they were like trying to catch water in a net.

Sword lights rained down, but the demon fog moved as if it were on solid ground, swiftly approaching Lin Xuan within a few feet.

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