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第两千四百四十一章 化身千万

The clanging sounds filled his ears. For a moment, the Nine Palaces Momentary Sword could not pierce through the opponent's armor. Lin Xuan's face darkened with a hint of gloom.

Because the other party was overconfident and underestimated him, he had gained an advantage. Such opportunities were rare; once lost, they would never come again.

He must seize this chance!

Lin Xuan hadn't expected to be able to eliminate his opponent so easily, but he needed to wound the old monster. A cold smile appeared on his lips as he raised his right hand, revealing a long and ancient-looking spear in his vision.

With a slight shake, all of his essence energy surged into it like a flood. The surface of this treasure was covered with faded runes, emitting a bright green light. Lin Xuan's right hand fiercely swung downward.

A loud tearing sound echoed as an ominous aura emerged. Accompanying the aura were countless runes flickering on the spear's surface.

Following these words, the text continued:

The characters quickly formed a circle, revealing a strange and intricate array before them.

A crescent-shaped light blade soon appeared!

With a diameter of over ten feet, it sliced through space as if it were nothing. Lin Xuan's expression darkened, and the onlookers gasped in shock. Single-handedly tearing open space—this old monster was truly formidable; he couldn't have done that.

Seeing the light blade approaching, the old monster sneered and vanished into the space crack.

That was a perfect hiding spot, but Lin Xuan's expression changed as the old monster reappeared with an ugly face. The explosion had torn through his armor and essence body, yet no blood flowed from the wounds, nor did he attempt to escape.

Lin Xuan felt uneasy, but before this thought could fully form, something incredible happened.

"Bang!"

The halves of the old monster's body simultaneously exploded.

The force was tremendous; Lin Xuan and the onlookers had to retreat to avoid the blast. The explosion sent up a cloud of dust, but when they cleared it, Lin Xuan's eyes widened in shock.

The old monster hadn't vanished; instead, he transformed into hundreds—thousands—of smaller versions of himself.

Each one was no taller than a foot, yet their features and proportions were identical to the original.

In other words, one large old monster had turned into thousands of tiny monsters.

"What kind of secret technique is this? It's too absurd; could it be another illusion?" Lin Xuan's mind raced as he hesitated to confirm his suspicions. He narrowed his eyes again and used the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye once more, but the result was the same: each figure was fully formed and real, not illusions or substitutes.

They were all real!

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. He had faced countless battles in his long life, yet he had never heard of such bizarre power before. The old monster could transform into thousands of copies!

The onlookers were equally shocked, looking at each other with wide eyes.

"Master, have you ever seen this kind of power from the old monster?" asked a cultivator named Lu Yun.

"No."

The old monk shook his head. Among the onlookers, he knew the old monster best; they had been contemporaries and even teamed up to explore a secret realm tens of thousands of years ago. Back then, the old monster was formidable but not as powerful as now, especially with this strange power.

"Transforming into countless forms does resemble the supreme divine power of our sect, but since he practices Confucian techniques, it's just an imitation."

"Is that so?"

Lu Yun sighed. This power was truly impressive; the old monster hadn't moved in thousands of years and must be even stronger than legends said. Lin Xuan had seized a small advantage by chance, but now his situation looked dire.

The young man with the dragon surname's face showed concern, but he could do nothing. He couldn't help Lin Xuan, not that he would if he could; it was pointless given their vast difference in power. All he could do was watch anxiously.

Lin Xuan was also shocked, but he didn't fall into a daze. He flicked his sleeve and pointed forward with one finger. As he moved, a clear ringing sound echoed as the Nine Palaces Momentary Sword transformed into countless copies, slicing at the opponent.

No matter how strange the other's power might be, could it surpass the complexity of his Moonlit Heaven Witch Technique?

Even if they multiplied, there were enough copies of the Nine Palaces Momentary Sword to handle them.

One thing countered another; as each copy shrank, their strength must have diminished.

The sword energy sliced through the air, but a cold laugh echoed from above. The hundreds of old monsters attacked simultaneously, each reaching into their storage bags and throwing out countless official pens.

Though only an inch long at first, they grew rapidly when caught in the wind, then were thrown toward the Nine Palaces Momentary Swords.

Clanging sounds filled his ears as these official pens clashed with the swords. Unlike the earlier spear-like weapons created by runes, these were genuine treasures, incredibly hard. Despite having a slight advantage, the Nine Palaces Momentary Swords couldn't deal with them easily.

Lin Xuan's face darkened further.

Unable to succeed in one attack, the old monsters didn't wait for another opportunity. Suddenly, their cheeks bulged as they spat out beams of light from their mouths!

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