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第两千五百五十四章 灵虚陨落

"Ha ha, not bad at all. You actually managed to withstand a direct hit from the Sovereign Demon's Power Technique and only suffered minor injuries. Looks like you're no ordinary cultivator either. Well then, I'll take you down to the Netherworld of Nine Profound Realms."

Su Yunfeng said with a sinister smile. The black aura around him was even more intense than before, as a sudden loud explosion echoed in his ears. The demon energy unexpectedly exploded and scattered in all directions. Countless illusory shadows then emerged from the fragments of the exploding energy, rushing towards Senior Immortal Lingxu from different angles.

True is false, and false can be true. With so many illusory shadows, which one was real? It was hard to distinguish quickly.

Senior Immortal Lingxu's expression changed as he no longer dared to be careless after his previous experience. He flicked his sleeves and actually summoned a genuine defensive treasure.

And not just one.

Shields made of jade...

Each displayed their own powers, creating layers of light barriers that protected him from all sides.

This time, the protection was extraordinary. Even if the opponent used that strange Power Technique again, it would have no effect.

Senior Immortal Lingxu's methods didn't stop there. He flicked his whiplike hair and a hundred sword lights shot towards those demonized illusions.

The speed was incredible!

However, what followed surprised everyone. The sword lights completely annihilated the illusory shadows without leaving any trace.

Not one missed its target.

On the surface, Senior Immortal Lingxu seemed to be winning, but his expression suddenly changed, showing signs of panic and fear.

All the demonized illusions had been pierced by the sword lights. Where was Su Yunfeng?

Could it be...

He turned his head quickly, but there was no sign of the demon behind him.

Senior Immortal Lingxu exhaled in relief, but immediately felt a warning signal in his heart.

This time, the opponent didn't sneak up on him from behind. Instead, there were sudden spatial fluctuations above his head as Su Yunfeng appeared, his lips curling into a cold smile.

His right arm suddenly grew ten times its size and he struck with all his might.

The fist was filled with endless demon energy, instantly intertwining with the layers of light barriers above Senior Immortal Lingxu's head. A loud cracking sound echoed as the demon energy expanded and contracted. The light barriers began to shatter at an alarming rate.

Senior Immortal Lingxu's face remained expressionless; this time, the attack targeted his head.

For any human, the skull was extremely vulnerable. Even cultivators couldn't escape this rule. In other words, if he got hit, he would either die or suffer severe injuries.

This outcome was something Senior Immortal Lingxu desperately wanted to avoid.

However, with few options left, he formed hand seals and emitted layer upon layer of spiritual light from his fingertips, trying to slow down the shattering of the barriers.

He then turned around as his body glowed with intense energy and retreated backward.

Sure enough, the air around him seemed to have become solidified like a cage.

The crisis he faced now was similar to what his female disciple had encountered earlier. Fortunately, Senior Immortal Lingxu's strength far surpassed that of his disciple.

Seeing the situation deteriorate rapidly, he took a deep breath and spat out a stream of essence blood from his mouth.

As soon as it left his body, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist, which was immediately absorbed by the whiplike hair.

The color of this treasure turned crimson. Senior Immortal Lingxu's body spun around, and the whiplike hair circled him in a circle.

A crescent moon, about a yard wide and completely red, shot out from the whiplike hair. It seemed to cut through space as it passed by, breaking free of any restrictions, and the air returned to normal.

Senior Immortal Lingxu was overjoyed. He inhaled deeply, enveloping his body with dazzling spiritual light and retreated rapidly.

But it was too late. The sound of shattering barriers reached his ears as several layers of protection were already breached. A strange cackling laughter filled the air as a black figure rushed towards him from the sky.

The speed of this figure was clearly faster than Senior Immortal Lingxu's evasive techniques.

The great elder of Ethereal Fairy Palace was shocked, raising both hands and rubbing them vigorously to summon over a dozen flickering talismans.

Dozens of firebirds, each about ten feet in size, suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. These firebirds felt incredibly familiar; could they be the souls of Yang Liping birds?

These birds, descendants of the Heavenly Phoenix, were capable of devouring demons and ghosts. Talismans made from their soul essence would be extremely valuable. Senior Immortal Lingxu was indeed a master of his sect, as even Lin Xuan's wealth couldn't match such treasures.

In an instant, those firebirds rushed towards Su Yunfeng and exploded with a "bang." Dozens of fiery balls, each about ten feet in diameter, suddenly appeared in the sky. The temperature around them skyrocketed. However, the attack wasn't over; as these light spheres converged, they collided, producing even louder explosions. A vast area turned into a sea of flames, as if the entire space was ignited.

Senior Immortal Lingxu then reached for his waist and lightly patted it before raising his hand high. Spiritual light shone brightly as puppet after puppet appeared.

Each puppet had the cultivation of the Profound Realm and wielded various treasures, but they attacked without hesitation.

While the puppets fought, Senior Immortal Lingxu wasn't idle. He flicked his whiplike hair, and crystal-clear sword lights reappeared, shooting into the fiery sea.

After completing these actions, Senior Immortal Lingxu visibly exhaled in relief. Even a Great Power at the Tribulation Transcending Realm would have to temporarily avoid such an attack... However, before he could fully process this thought, something unexpected happened.

Spatial fluctuations occurred as Su Yunfeng suddenly appeared several feet behind him. The sound of cracking bones echoed as his right hand transformed into a giant sickle-shaped treasure.

With a swift swing, a blood-red arc flashed by, and Senior Immortal Lingxu's protective spiritual light was like paper. His body from the left shoulder to the waist was completely severed in half.

The entire process happened so quickly that when Su Yunfeng had been on top earlier, he suddenly died.

Everyone was stunned as they watched this unfold. Only when the fire clouds subsided did the truth emerge: what had attracted the attack was merely an illusory shadow!

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