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第两千四百三十九章 四大长老

Lin Xuan even ventured to the Demon Realm, so a small space formed by an interdimensional rift was naturally not worth his attention. Without further ado, he stepped forward and arrived at the tiny teleportation array.

The Dragon-named youth followed closely behind.

Master Jingkong shook his head. Although he admired Lin Xuan's demeanor, he did not believe that he had any chance of winning. Nevertheless, since things had come to this point, there was no point in trying to persuade him.

"Southwest Buddha!"

The big monk recited the sutra softly and came over with Elder Lu Yun to stand before the teleportation array.

He then gently turned a rosary bead, without making any additional movements, and a spell flew into it.

Wu...

A hoarse voice entered his ears as the teleportation array flashed. A white light brightened up, enveloping their forms. In the next moment, they vanished completely.

The scenery before him was blurry at first but soon became clear as they found themselves in an unfamiliar small space.

Lin Xuan released his divine sense. The space indeed wasn't vast; it covered a few hundred acres at most. But for a place of competition and combat, this area was more than sufficient.

As he entered, several unknown forces flowed through the air.

Although Lin Xuan had only dabbled in array techniques, his knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.

Concentrating slightly, he discerned some details: "Master, is this space rift reinforced by special restrictions?"

"Not wrong. You have good eyesight."

The big monk's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. "This gap has been fortified with the Three Talents Array. Unless it’s handled by a Senior who has passed the Tribulation, other cultivators can engage in combat here without worries."

"Oh!"

Lin Xuan nodded and felt the surrounding restrictions. Indeed, they only strengthened his abilities; there was no hindrance to his power. He thus felt reassured.

"Old Master Tianjue hasn't arrived yet. Fellow Daoist Lin, you might want to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. It could be useful for the upcoming battle." Lu Yun suddenly spoke up.

Lin Xuan turned around and showed a grateful expression. "Thank you for the reminder."

"It's nothing. I share the same responsibility as Master Jingkong, though we aren't close friends. But as an impartial referee, I must remain unbiased in this match with Old Master Tianjue."

"Lin understands."

Lin Xuan smiled lightly, then closed his eyes and released his divine sense. This small space wasn’t flat; a thousand feet ahead lay several rolling hills.

Though called mountains, they were more like low-lying ridges. The entire area was shrouded in a faint mist, with no tall plants or even short shrubs to be seen.

They didn't have to wait long before the air in front began to ripple, and two figures appeared.

Two men and one woman.

Lin Xuan's gaze immediately fell on the cultivator wearing plain robes. Although this person looked around fifty years old, with a broad forehead and large face, his appearance was unremarkable. Yet he exuded an aura of a master, emanating from his body...

Old Master Tianjue!

Although Lin Xuan had never met him before, he recognized the man's face from the Jade Cylinder Scroll. The two accompanying him were also late-stage Spirit Formation cultivators, but their demeanor was clearly different.

"Madam Yu and Elder Hui have come as well."

Master Jingkong's expression changed briefly but quickly returned to calm. Since he had such a keen interest in this battle, Madam Yu and Elder Hui’s presence wasn't strange.

However, it set a record; from the existence of Star Moon City until now, no match had required the participation of four out of the six elders simultaneously.

"Little fellow Lin, do you want to fight with me?"

Old Master Tianjue's face showed surprise as he scanned Lin Xuan. Although he thought the proposal from Cloud Concealment Sect was a bit nonsensical at first, he never expected that the one who would challenge him was a late-stage Spirit Formation cultivator.

"Indeed, it’s I, Fellow Daoist Lin. Please be gentle during our battle."

Lin Xuan's words were somewhat humble, but his face wore a teasing smile, clearly trying to provoke the other party.

"Old Master Tianjue laughed loudly: "You really don't know life! This time, I'll send you and Cloud Concealment Sect to the west!"

"Can you do that?"

Since their relationship was irreconcilable, Lin Xuan naturally wouldn’t show weakness.

"Very well. Let’s see how long you can be so bold," the old monster said as he turned his head. "Madam Yu, is it time for us to start now."

The elderly woman with silver hair raised her head: "Now that we are in this space rift, Fellow Daoists, you may engage in combat at any time without concern."

Before she finished speaking, she and several other elders from Star Moon City stepped back.

"Junior Brother be careful."

The Dragon-named youth said as he also retreated.

Two late-stage Spirit Formation cultivators were about to clash; their battle would certainly be formidable. Although they were of the same rank, they didn't want to get caught in it.

Foolish!

Is that so? The outcome is still uncertain," Lin Xuan naturally wouldn’t show weakness with his words. Before he could finish speaking, the opponent attacked.

He raised his right hand and formed a peculiar seal, then flipped his palm and lightly pressed it forward.

Though there was no sound, Lin Xuan felt an overwhelming force pressing towards him.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Even with his extensive knowledge, Lin Xuan had never seen such a strange technique before.

But Lin Xuan’s combat experience was so rich that he wasn’t fazed by the unexpected. He shook his shoulder and stepped to the left, vanishing without a trace!

Nine Heaven Microsteps!

However, just as he dodged the opponent's attack, Lin Xuan felt his hair stand on end. A sense of fear inexplicably arose within him.

Danger!

To be honest, Lin Xuan didn’t know where the danger came from; it was an instinctive reaction honed through years of hardship.

Lin Xuan didn't have time to think more.

He flicked his sleeves and a red light shone. The Nine Palaces Needle Sword emerged like a fish swimming out.

Eighty-one swords swirled around him, producing a tinkling sound as if many small objects were being knocked off.

Lin Xuan’s eyes widened in horror when he looked closely; it was hundreds of fine needles, each glowing emerald green and clearly poisonous.

When did the opponent summon this treasure? How could his divine sense have been deceived?!

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