lín xuān yī huī shǒu zhōng de qīng fēng ， nà shuǐ lóng lì kè gǎi biàn fāng xiàng ， cháo zhe huǒ yún hōng hōng liè liè de shā le guò qù 。
林轩一挥手中的青锋，那水龙立刻改变方向，朝着火云轰轰烈烈的杀了过去。
Lin Xuan flicked his hand with the Qing锋 sword, and the water dragon immediately changed direction, charging towards the fiery clouds with great ferocity.
tiān lán niǎo què bìng méi yǒu yǔ shuǐ yún jiàn yìng káng ， fǎn ér yī shēng cháng míng hòu ， dùn zhù le shēn xíng ， nà shí yú zhàng zhǎng de chì bǎng yī shàn ， màn tiān de huǒ yàn rú tóng yǔ diǎn yì bān de là le xià lái 。
天澜鸟却并没有与水云剑硬扛，反而一声长鸣后，顿住了身形，那十余丈长的翅膀一扇，漫天的火焰如同雨点一般的落了下来。
However, the Tiānlán bird did not engage in a direct confrontation with the Water Cloud Sword. Instead, it let out a long cry and stopped mid-air. With a flap of its wings, which were over ten feet long, flames rained down like raindrops from the sky.
chì hóng ， yǐn yǐn hái dài le yì diǎn jīn sè 。
赤红，隐隐还带了一点金色。
The flames were crimson, tinged with a hint of golden hue.
qǐ chū ， lín xuān bìng méi yǒu rú hé de zài yì ， kě dāng nà huǒ yǔ luò dào shuǐ lóng zhī shàng ， lì kè bái qì dà qǐ ， yóu shuǐ yún jiàn shī zhǎn de rén jiē gāo jí fǎ shù qīng yì jiù bèi pò chú 。
起初，林轩并没有如何的在意，可当那火雨落到水龙之上，立刻白气大起，由水云剑施展的人阶高级法术轻易就被破除。
At first, Lin Xuan did not pay much attention to them. But when the fire shower hit the water dragon, white vapor immediately rose up, and the high-level human-stage spell cast by the Water Cloud Sword was easily broken.
gù fēng de liǎn shàng mǎn shì lěng xiào zhī sè ， zhè ge jié guǒ zǎo zài tā de yì liào zhī zhōng ， tiān lán niǎo yǔ bì fāng zhǎng dé xiàng kě bìng bú shì qiǎo hé ， cǐ yāo shòu nǎi shì zhè chuán shuō zhōng de shén niǎo zhī yuǎn qīn ， suī rán xuè mài yǐ jīng jí qí xī bó ， dàn duì huǒ de cāo kòng néng lì yī rán yuǎn fēi qí tā de huǒ xì líng shòu kě yǐ xiāng bǐ 。
顾风的脸上满是冷笑之色，这个结果早在他的意料之中，天澜鸟与必方长得像可并不是巧合，此妖兽乃是这传说中的神鸟之远亲，虽然血脉已经极其稀薄，但对火的操控能力依然远非其他的火系灵兽可以相比。
Gu Fēng's face was filled with a sneer; this outcome was exactly what he had anticipated. The Tiānlán bird looked similar to the Fèibìng, but it wasn't just a coincidence. This beast was a distant relative of the legendary divine birds, and although its bloodline was extremely diluted, its control over fire far surpassed that of ordinary fire-type spirit beasts.
zài huǒ yǔ de qīn shí xià ， hěn kuài shuǐ lóng jiù wán quán xiāo shī ， lín xuān de biǎo qíng yǒu xiē nán kàn ， shén shí dòng chù ， liù bǐng zi jiàn fēi le huí lái 。
在火雨的侵蚀下，很快水龙就完全消失，林轩的表情有些难看，神识动处，六柄子剑飞了回来。
Under the erosion of the flames, the water dragon quickly vanished. Lin Xuan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant as his spirit sense activated, and six subsidiary swords flew back to him.
rán ér hái bù děng tā yǒu suǒ dòng zuò ， nà xiē huǒ yǔ yě jǐn gēn zhe qīng xiè le xià lái 。
然而还不等他有所动作，那些火雨也紧跟着倾泻了下来。
However, before he could react, the fire shower followed closely behind.
xiǎng duǒ yǐ jīng lái bù jí le ， lín xuān liǎn shàng de lì sè yī shǎn ér guò ， bǎi hún fān huī chù ， qī hēi rú mò de guǐ wù kuáng yǒng ér chū ， xùn sù de jiāng tā bāo guǒ 。
想躲已经来不及了，林轩脸上的厉色一闪而过，百魂幡挥处，漆黑如墨的鬼雾狂涌而出，迅速的将他包裹。
It was too late to dodge; a look of fierce determination flashed across Lin Xuan's face. With a wave of the Hundred Soul Banner, black ghostly mist surged out, enveloping him quickly.
jī hū zài tóng yī shí jiān ， huǒ yǔ yě shā dào le ， luò rù le wù qì zhī zhōng ， yuǎn chù de gù fēng mǎn liǎn jī fěng ， rán ér hěn kuài ， tā liǎn shàng de dé yì jiù xiāo shī dé wú yǐng wú zōng ， nà xiē huǒ luò rù guǐ wù zhī hòu ， jū rán rú tóng ní niú rù hǎi ， duì fāng de qì xī yī rán rú gù ， méi yǒu sī háo de jiǎn ruò 。
几乎在同一时间，火雨也杀到了，落入了雾气之中，远处的顾风满脸讥讽，然而很快，他脸上的得意就消失得无影无踪，那些火落入鬼雾之后，居然如同泥牛入海，对方的气息依然如故，没有丝毫的减弱。
Almost at the same time, the fire shower reached and fell into the fog. Gu Fēng, standing far away, sneered in derision. But soon, his smug expression vanished as the flames that entered the ghostly mist seemed to vanish without a trace, leaving no weakening of Lin Xuan's aura.
zhè zhǒng jié guǒ ， ràng gù fēng sǒng rán dòng róng 。
这种结果，让顾风耸然动容。
This result left Gu Fēng greatly impressed.
tiān lán niǎo suī rán shì èr jiē jí pǐn yāo shòu ， dàn zuò wéi bì fāng de yuǎn qīn ， suǒ cāo zòng de yāo huǒ suī rán bù jí níng dān qī xiū shì de chún yáng dān huǒ ， dàn wēi lì yě yuǎn fēi pǔ tōng zhù jī qī xiū shì de xiān tiān zhēn huǒ kě yǐ xiāng bǐ de ， yǐ qián tā yǐ cǐ yǔ tóng jiē xiū shì zhēng dòu ， cóng lái dōu shì wú wǎng ér bù lì ， méi xiǎng dào zhè yī cì duì fāng què dǐ dǎng dé zhè me qīng yì 。
天澜鸟虽然是二阶极品妖兽，但作为必方的远亲，所操纵的妖火虽然不及凝丹期修士的纯阳丹火，但威力也远非普通筑基期修士的先天真火可以相比的，以前他以此与同阶修士争斗，从来都是无往而不利，没想到这一次对方却抵挡得这么轻易。
Although the Tiānlán bird was a second-stage top-grade monster, as a distant relative of the Fèibìng, its manipulated fire was far more powerful than the pure yang flames of condensation core stage cultivators but still outmatched the innate true fires of ordinary foundation establishment stage cultivators. He had always used it to great advantage in battles against peers, so he never expected this opponent to resist so easily.
nán dào tā yǒu shén me bì huǒ dì bǎo wù bù chéng ？
难道他有什么避火地宝物不成？
Could he have some kind of fire-repelling treasure?
niàn jí zhì cǐ 。 gù fēng dì liǎn shàng shǎn guò yī sī yóu yù 。 dàn hěn kuài 。 jiù chóng xīn bèi hěn là suǒ dài tì 。 shuāng shǒu yī qiā jué 。 chōng zhe tiān lán niǎo yì diǎn 。
念及至此。顾风地脸上闪过一丝犹豫。但很快。就重新被狠辣所代替。双手一掐诀。冲着天澜鸟一点。
Thinking this, a hint of hesitation flashed across Gu Fēng's face before being replaced by viciousness. With a flick of his fingers, he pointed at the Tiānlán bird, and the short spear that had been swallowed into his abdomen emitted a sharp light.
jù dà dì yāo niǎo chì bǎng yī shàn 。 hún shēn rán shāo qǐ xióng xióng dì liè yàn 。 kě tǐ xíng què zhòu rán suō xiǎo 。 zhí zhì yì zhǎn jǐn yǒu yī zhàng fāng yuán 。 jiù rú tóng yí gè kě pà dì huǒ qiú yì bān 。 cháo zhe lín xuān gǔn luò xià lái 。
巨大地妖鸟翅膀一扇。浑身燃烧起熊熊地烈焰。可体型却骤然缩小。直至翼展仅有一丈方圆。就如同一个可怕地火球一般。朝着林轩滚落下来。
Looking at the massive fireball, Lin Xuan's expression turned serious as he threw his mother sword into the sky, causing the subsidiary swords to fly up with him.
zhè guǐ yì dì wù qì néng gòu dǐ dǎng huǒ yǔ dì gōng jī 。 gù fēng què bù xiāng xìn kě yǐ dǎng zhù tiān lán niǎo dì běn tǐ 。
这诡异地雾气能够抵挡火雨地攻击。顾风却不相信可以挡住天澜鸟地本体。
Then, Lin Xuan rapidly cast several spells in quick succession, like a butterfly dancing through flowers. The seven flying swords vibrated and emitted a buzzing sound, spinning rapidly, resembling a silver plate with threads shooting out from it.
bù guò wèi le bǎo xiǎn qǐ jiàn 。 tā zuǐ yī zhāng 。 yòu tǔ chū le yī lǚ lì máng 。 què shì gāng cái nà shōu rù fù zhōng dì duǎn jǐ 。 yì diǎn zhǐ 。 gāi líng qì shǎn shuò zhe hán guāng 。 hěn hěn dì xiàng zhā xiàng le guǐ wù dì fāng xiàng 。
不过为了保险起见。他嘴一张。又吐出了一缕厉芒。却是刚才那收入腹中地短戟。一点指。该灵器闪烁着寒光。狠狠地像扎像了鬼雾地方向。
"Condense!"
kàn zhe nà zhí jìng zhàng xǔ dì huǒ qiú 。 lín xuān dì liǎn shàng mǎn shì níng zhòng zhī sè 。 jiāng shǒu zhōng dì mǔ jiàn wǎng tiān kōng zhōng yī pāo 。 nà zi jiàn yě suí zhī fēi le qǐ lái 。
看着那直径丈许地火球。林轩地脸上满是凝重之色。将手中地母剑往天空中一抛。那子剑也随之飞了起来。
Lin Xuan tapped his hands repeatedly while whispering the command. A miraculous scene unfolded as the myriad threads weaved through the sky, quickly forming a large silver net.
rán hòu lín xuān shuāng shǒu jí sù fēi wǔ 。 rú chuān huā hú dié bān de dǎ chū shù dào fǎ jué 。
然后林轩双手急速飞舞。如穿花蝴蝶般的打出数道法诀。
"Transform swords into threads!"
qī bǐng fēi jiàn yī zhèn ， wēng wēng de míng xiǎng qǐ lái ， tóng shí fēi sù de xuán zhuǎn ， jiù rú tóng yī hán guāng cì yǎn de yín pán ， yī lǚ yī lǚ de sī xiàn cóng lǐ miàn jī shè chū lái 。
七柄飞剑一震，嗡嗡的鸣响起来，同时飞速的旋转，就如同一寒光刺眼的银盘，一缕一缕的丝线从里面激射出来。
Gu Fēng's expression was extremely grim; he hadn't expected Lin Xuan to have mastered this set of spiritual artifacts so thoroughly that they could communicate with his mind. Seeing the sword threads form a net, he remained silent, as such delicate operations required extraordinary mental acuity—usually only condensation core stage cultivators could achieve it. This kid...
“ níng ！”
“凝！”
Before his thoughts were fully formed, the silver net collided with the Tiānlán bird.
lín xuān shuāng shǒu lián diǎn ， tóng shí kǒu zhōng qīng chì ， qí miào dì yí mù chū xiàn le ， nà wàn qiān sī xiàn zài tiān kōng zhōng chuān suō fēi wǔ ， xùn sù níng jié chéng le yī zhāng yín sè de dà wǎng chū lái 。
林轩双手连点，同时口中轻叱，奇妙地一幕出现了，那万千丝线在天空中穿梭飞舞，迅速凝结成了一张银色的大网出来。
The fireball's destruction was sudden; it was completely enveloped by the sword threads that had transformed into a giant net.
“ huà jiàn wèi sī ！”
“化剑为丝！”
However, Gu Fēng showed no signs of panic on his face as he sneered. How naive to think this could trap the Tiānlán bird! He intended to destroy this troublesome set of spiritual artifacts.
gù fēng de biǎo qíng shí fēn yīn lì 。 méi xiǎng dào duì fāng yǐ jīng jiāng zhè tào líng qì liàn dào le xīn shén xiāng tōng dì jìng dì ， dāng kàn dào jiàn sī jié chéng dà wǎng zhī hòu ， tā gèng shì mò mò bù yǔ ， zhè yàng xì wēi de cāo zuò xū yào jīng rén de shén shí ， tōng cháng zhǐ yǒu níng dān qī de xiū shì cái kě yǐ ， zhè xiǎo zi ……
顾风的表情十分阴厉。没想到对方已经将这套灵器炼到了心神相通地境地，当看到剑丝结成大网之后，他更是默默不语，这样细微的操作需要惊人的神识，通常只有凝丹期的修士才可以，这小子……
With a mental command, the flames on the Tiānlán bird surged even more fiercely, burning the silver net and making it sizzle. Although there were no signs of melting, they were clearly being damaged.
niàn tou shàng wèi zhuǎn wán ， yín wǎng yǐ yǔ tiān lán niǎo zhuàng zài le yì qǐ 。
念头尚未转完，银网已与天澜鸟撞在了一起。
At the same time, the short spear rushed over. Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly as he tapped his storage bracelet, sending out the Wu Gōu sword to intercept the short spear, causing two spiritual artifacts to chase and fight in the sky.
huǒ qiú de qù shì gā rán ér zhì ， bèi jiàn sī suǒ huà de jù wǎng zhěng gè zhào zhù 。
火球的去世嘎然而至，被剑丝所化的巨网整个罩住。
After assessing the situation with the silver net, Lin Xuan hesitated briefly before waving the Hundred Soul Banner again. Ghostly mist swarmed into it, enveloping both the fireball and the silver net layer by layer.
rán ér mù dǔ cǐ jǐng ， gù fēng liǎn shàng què háo wú jīng huáng de biǎo qíng 。 fǎn ér lěng xiào bù zhǐ ， zhēn shì tài tiān zhēn le ， yǐ wéi zhè yàng jiù kě yǐ kùn zhù tiān lán niǎo me ， zhèng hǎo jiāng zhè tào nán chán de líng qì huǐ qù 。
然而目睹此景，顾风脸上却毫无惊惶的表情。反而冷笑不止，真是太天真了，以为这样就可以困住天澜鸟么，正好将这套难缠的灵器毁去。
Soon, the golden flames were dyed black and began to shrink.
shén shí dòng chù ， nà tiān lán niǎo shēn shàng de huǒ yàn gèng shì kuáng zhǎng ， shāo dé yín wǎng chī chī zuò xiǎng ， suī rán bìng méi yǒu róng huà dì jì xiàng ， dàn bèi shāo huài yě shì chí zǎo 。
神识动处，那天澜鸟身上的火焰更是狂涨，烧得银网嗤嗤作响，虽然并没有融化地迹象，但被烧坏也是迟早。
No matter how powerful the monster's fire was, ghostly mist, being yin in nature, was its natural enemy.
yǔ cǐ tóng shí ， nà duǎn jǐ yǐ shā le guò lái 。 lín xuān de méi tóu wēi wēi de zhòu le qǐ lái 。 zài chǔ wù dài shàng yī pāi ， wú gōu fēi chū 。 jiāng duǎn jǐ jié xià ， liǎng jiàn líng qì zài tiān kōng zhōng hù xiāng zhuī zhú chán dòu le qǐ lái 。
与此同时，那短戟已杀了过来。林轩的眉头微微的皱了起来。在储物袋上一拍，吴钩飞出。将短戟截下，两件灵器在天空中互相追逐缠斗了起来。
Lin Xuan sneered. This banner had absorbed so many cultivators' souls; it certainly possessed more than just a little bit of power.
kàn le kàn yín wǎng de qíng kuàng ， lín xuān lüè yī chén yín ， shǒu zhōng bǎi hún fān yī huī ， wú shù guǐ wù fēng yōng ér rù ， jiāng huǒ qiú yǔ yín wǎng yī céng céng de bāo guǒ 。
看了看银网的情况，林轩略一沉吟，手中百魂幡一挥，无数鬼雾蜂拥而入，将火球与银网一层层的包裹。
Several white spectral figures flew out from within, each with disheveled hair and hooked fingers.
hěn kuài ， nà jīn sè de huǒ yàn jiù bèi rǎn shàng le yī céng qī hēi de yán sè ， bìng yǒu zhú jiàn jiǎn xiǎo de qū shì le 。
很快，那金色的火焰就被染上了一层漆黑的颜色，并有逐渐减小的趋势了。
Yīn lín!
yāo huǒ zài lì hài yòu rú hé ， guǐ wù shǔ yīn ， zhèng shì de xiāng kè zhī wù 。
妖火再厉害又如何，鬼雾属阴，正是的相克之物。
Gu Fēng shuddered involuntarily as the heavy malevolent energy of these ghosts indicated they were not easily dispelled.
lín xuān liǎn shàng lù chū yī sī lěng xiào zhī sè ， cǐ fān xī shōu le rú cǐ duō dì xiū shì hún pò ， dāng rán bù jǐn jǐn zhǐ yǒu yǎn qián de yì diǎn diǎn shén tōng 。
林轩脸上露出一丝冷笑之色，此幡吸收了如此多地修士魂魄，当然不仅仅只有眼前的一点点神通。
Lin Xuan changed his spell again, several black lights penetrating into the bodies of the spectral figures.
cóng lǐ miàn yòu fēi chū le shù shí gè bái sè de xū yǐng ， yí gè gè pī tóu sàn fà ， shí zhǐ rú gōu 。
从里面又飞出了数十个白色的虚影，一个个披头散发，十指如钩。
Instantly, those ghosts split into two groups and gathered together. On the left side, a large skull emitted black light, which soon transformed into an enormous skeletal head.
yīn líng ！
阴灵！
On the right side, eerie music could be heard, haunting and soul-wrenching. In the pink fog, a beautiful female ghost appeared.
gù fēng bù yóu hún shēn yī dǒu ， zhè xiē yīn hún de lì qì rú cǐ zhī zhòng ， xiǎn rán bú shì qīng yì jiù néng dǎ fǎ diào de 。
顾风不由浑身一抖，这些阴魂的戾气如此之重，显然不是轻易就能打法掉的。
What kind of demonic art is this?
lín xuān shǒu shàng fǎ jué zài biàn ， shù dào qī hēi rú mò de guāng máng mò rù dào yīn hún de shēn tǐ zhī zhōng 。
林轩手上法诀再变，数道漆黑如墨的光芒没入到阴魂的身体之中。
The strange music entered Gu Fēng's ears, causing him to feel weak all over in shock. He quickly summoned his power back as he recovered.
dùn shí ， nà xiē yīn hún fēn wéi liǎng chù ， gè zì jù hé zài yì qǐ ， zuǒ shǒu biān de hēi máng dà fàng ， piàn kè hòu ， huà wèi le yī shuò dà wú bǐ de kū lóu tóu 。
顿时，那些阴魂分为两处，各自聚合在一起，左手边的黑芒大放，片刻后，化为了一硕大无比的骷髅头。
With great fear, he realized that this disciple from the Tiānlán Mountain Second Generation was no longer looking down on him. The number of magical treasures and spells Lin Xuan possessed far exceeded expectations. If not careful, he might fall to his hands.
ér yòu shǒu biān ， zé yǐn yǐn yǒu gǔ guài dì yīn yuè chuán chū ， gōu hún dàng pò ， fěn hóng sè dì mí wù zhōng ， yī róng mào wǔ mèi de nǚ guǐ chū xiàn le 。
而右手边，则隐隐有古怪地音乐传出，勾魂荡魄，粉红色地迷雾中，一容貌妩媚的女鬼出现了。
The thought of seeking revenge alone had long been forgotten as he waved a transmission talisman out. Just as he was about to release it, a flash of cold light appeared before him—Lin Xuan used the Ice Needle Spell.
zhè shì shén me mó gōng ？
这是什么魔功？
Dodging gracefully, but his heart raced with fear; he almost became a sieve.
nà guǐ yì dì yīn yuè chuán rù ěr duǒ ， gù fēng zhǐ jué hún shēn yī ruǎn ， dà jīng zhī xià ， lián máng yī tí fǎ lì ， cái huī fù le guò lái 。
那诡异地音乐传入耳朵，顾风只觉浑身一软，大惊之下，连忙一提法力，才恢复了过来。
Of course, Lin Xuan would not allow him to call for reinforcements and had to quickly deal with Gu Fēng. Although they were in a secluded area, their battle was too noisy, surely drawing attention from the Tiānlán Sect. However, there were too many fires elsewhere, so the other party couldn't spare any hands.
xīn zhōng jīng hài ， cǐ shí ， zhè wèi tiān mù shān èr dài dì zǐ zhōng de qiáo chǔ ， zài wú rèn hé de qīng shì zhī yì ， duì fāng fǎ bǎo zhī duō ， gōng jué zhī xī lì ， yuǎn yuǎn chāo chū le yù qī ， yī bù liú shén ， zì jǐ fǎn ér yǒu kě néng yǔn luò zài tā de shǒu lǐ 。
心中惊骇，此时，这位天目山二代弟子中的翘楚，再无任何的轻视之意，对方法宝之多，功诀之犀利，远远超出了预期，一不留神，自己反而有可能陨落在他的手里。
Injecting his power into the Hundred Soul Banner, he gently waved it. The female ghost opened her mouth again, emitting soul-wrenching demonic sounds.
dú zì bào chóu de niàn tou zǎo bèi pāo dào le jiǔ xiāo yún wài ， yī huī shǒu ， jiù qǔ chū le yī zhāng chuán yīn fú ， zhèng yào jì chū ， yǎn qián què hán guāng shǎn shuò ， què shì lín xuān shǐ yòng le bīng zhēn jué 。
独自报仇的念头早被抛到了九霄云外，一挥手，就取出了一张传音符，正要祭出，眼前却寒光闪烁，却是林轩使用了冰针诀。
The skull was enveloped in black mist and laughed as it charged at Gu Fēng.
piāo shēn duǒ guò ， kě xīn lǐ què zhe shí hòu pà bù yǐ ， chà yì diǎn jiù bèi dǎ chéng le shāi zi 。
飘身躲过，可心里却着实后怕不已，差一点就被打成了筛子。
Demonic music disturbed one's mind, while the skull devoured lives. But Gu Fēng, a top-tier foundation establishment stage cultivator, had many treasures on him.
lín xuān zì rán shì bú huì ràng tā jiào rén ， ér qiě bì xū jǐn kuài jiě jué zhè ge gù fēng ， xiàn zài suǒ chù de wèi zhì suī rán piān pì ， dàn liǎng rén dòu fǎ de dòng jìng tài dà ， kěn dìng yǐ jīng jīng dòng le tiān mù pài de rén a ， zhǐ bù guò xiàn zài shī huǒ zhī chù tài duō ， duì fāng téng bù chū shǒu bà le 。
林轩自然是不会让他叫人，而且必须尽快解决这个顾风，现在所处的位置虽然偏僻，但两人斗法的动静太大，肯定已经惊动了天目派的人啊，只不过现在失火之处太多，对方腾不出手罢了。
He extended his hand, summoning a short rod-shaped spiritual artifact that engaged in battle with the skull head. Meanwhile, he moved to his left, but just as he did so, the female ghost's head swung, and her long hair transformed into countless venomous snakes缠绕向他……
Lin Xuan flicked his hand with the Qing锋 sword, and the water dragon immediately changed direction, charging towards the fiery clouds with great ferocity.
However, the Tiānlán bird did not engage in a direct confrontation with the Water Cloud Sword. Instead, it let out a long cry and stopped mid-air. With a flap of its wings, which were over ten feet long, flames rained down like raindrops from the sky.
The flames were crimson, tinged with a hint of golden hue.
At first, Lin Xuan did not pay much attention to them. But when the fire shower hit the water dragon, white vapor immediately rose up, and the high-level human-stage spell cast by the Water Cloud Sword was easily broken.
Gu Fēng's face was filled with a sneer; this outcome was exactly what he had anticipated. The Tiānlán bird looked similar to the Fèibìng, but it wasn't just a coincidence. This beast was a distant relative of the legendary divine birds, and although its bloodline was extremely diluted, its control over fire far surpassed that of ordinary fire-type spirit beasts.
Under the erosion of the flames, the water dragon quickly vanished. Lin Xuan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant as his spirit sense activated, and six subsidiary swords flew back to him.
However, before he could react, the fire shower followed closely behind.
It was too late to dodge; a look of fierce determination flashed across Lin Xuan's face. With a wave of the Hundred Soul Banner, black ghostly mist surged out, enveloping him quickly.
Almost at the same time, the fire shower reached and fell into the fog. Gu Fēng, standing far away, sneered in derision. But soon, his smug expression vanished as the flames that entered the ghostly mist seemed to vanish without a trace, leaving no weakening of Lin Xuan's aura.
This result left Gu Fēng greatly impressed.
Although the Tiānlán bird was a second-stage top-grade monster, as a distant relative of the Fèibìng, its manipulated fire was far more powerful than the pure yang flames of condensation core stage cultivators but still outmatched the innate true fires of ordinary foundation establishment stage cultivators. He had always used it to great advantage in battles against peers, so he never expected this opponent to resist so easily.
Could he have some kind of fire-repelling treasure?
Thinking this, a hint of hesitation flashed across Gu Fēng's face before being replaced by viciousness. With a flick of his fingers, he pointed at the Tiānlán bird, and the short spear that had been swallowed into his abdomen emitted a sharp light.
Looking at the massive fireball, Lin Xuan's expression turned serious as he threw his mother sword into the sky, causing the subsidiary swords to fly up with him.
Then, Lin Xuan rapidly cast several spells in quick succession, like a butterfly dancing through flowers. The seven flying swords vibrated and emitted a buzzing sound, spinning rapidly, resembling a silver plate with threads shooting out from it.
"Condense!"
Lin Xuan tapped his hands repeatedly while whispering the command. A miraculous scene unfolded as the myriad threads weaved through the sky, quickly forming a large silver net.
"Transform swords into threads!"
Gu Fēng's expression was extremely grim; he hadn't expected Lin Xuan to have mastered this set of spiritual artifacts so thoroughly that they could communicate with his mind. Seeing the sword threads form a net, he remained silent, as such delicate operations required extraordinary mental acuity—usually only condensation core stage cultivators could achieve it. This kid...
Before his thoughts were fully formed, the silver net collided with the Tiānlán bird.
The fireball's destruction was sudden; it was completely enveloped by the sword threads that had transformed into a giant net.
However, Gu Fēng showed no signs of panic on his face as he sneered. How naive to think this could trap the Tiānlán bird! He intended to destroy this troublesome set of spiritual artifacts.
With a mental command, the flames on the Tiānlán bird surged even more fiercely, burning the silver net and making it sizzle. Although there were no signs of melting, they were clearly being damaged.
At the same time, the short spear rushed over. Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly as he tapped his storage bracelet, sending out the Wu Gōu sword to intercept the short spear, causing two spiritual artifacts to chase and fight in the sky.
After assessing the situation with the silver net, Lin Xuan hesitated briefly before waving the Hundred Soul Banner again. Ghostly mist swarmed into it, enveloping both the fireball and the silver net layer by layer.
Soon, the golden flames were dyed black and began to shrink.
No matter how powerful the monster's fire was, ghostly mist, being yin in nature, was its natural enemy.
Lin Xuan sneered. This banner had absorbed so many cultivators' souls; it certainly possessed more than just a little bit of power.
Several white spectral figures flew out from within, each with disheveled hair and hooked fingers.
Yīn lín!
Gu Fēng shuddered involuntarily as the heavy malevolent energy of these ghosts indicated they were not easily dispelled.
Lin Xuan changed his spell again, several black lights penetrating into the bodies of the spectral figures.
Instantly, those ghosts split into two groups and gathered together. On the left side, a large skull emitted black light, which soon transformed into an enormous skeletal head.
On the right side, eerie music could be heard, haunting and soul-wrenching. In the pink fog, a beautiful female ghost appeared.
What kind of demonic art is this?
The strange music entered Gu Fēng's ears, causing him to feel weak all over in shock. He quickly summoned his power back as he recovered.
With great fear, he realized that this disciple from the Tiānlán Mountain Second Generation was no longer looking down on him. The number of magical treasures and spells Lin Xuan possessed far exceeded expectations. If not careful, he might fall to his hands.
The thought of seeking revenge alone had long been forgotten as he waved a transmission talisman out. Just as he was about to release it, a flash of cold light appeared before him—Lin Xuan used the Ice Needle Spell.
Dodging gracefully, but his heart raced with fear; he almost became a sieve.
Of course, Lin Xuan would not allow him to call for reinforcements and had to quickly deal with Gu Fēng. Although they were in a secluded area, their battle was too noisy, surely drawing attention from the Tiānlán Sect. However, there were too many fires elsewhere, so the other party couldn't spare any hands.
Injecting his power into the Hundred Soul Banner, he gently waved it. The female ghost opened her mouth again, emitting soul-wrenching demonic sounds.
The skull was enveloped in black mist and laughed as it charged at Gu Fēng.
Demonic music disturbed one's mind, while the skull devoured lives. But Gu Fēng, a top-tier foundation establishment stage cultivator, had many treasures on him.
He extended his hand, summoning a short rod-shaped spiritual artifact that engaged in battle with the skull head. Meanwhile, he moved to his left, but just as he did so, the female ghost's head swung, and her long hair transformed into countless venomous snakes缠绕向他……