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第两千六百九十二章 神通玄妙

Golden Horse!

The legendary True Spirit.

Though it couldn't match the phoenix in the Hundred Birds, its power was still formidable. Especially this creature, which excelled at devouring demons and ghosts, making it a mortal enemy to most spirits.

Although this mountain golden sun painting didn’t have the full might of a true golden sun, since it contained the essence soul of one, it naturally inherited the True Spirit’s fondness for feasting on demons and ghosts.

In other words, that skull-piercing object was exactly what it needed. After their contact, within just a few rounds, the golden sun easily gained the upper hand.

Old Monster Zhong was truly both shocked and enraged. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner wasn’t something he had created; it was a treasure of his sect, but its malevolent energy was too intense for ordinary Spirit Cultivators to use without fear. He only dared to command this treasure after successfully advancing to the Lesser Transcendence Stage.

He originally intended to make an immediate breakthrough, but unexpectedly, his strange artifact was being held in check by the opponent’s.

Wasn’t there something wrong? Could a Spirit Cultivator at the One Spirit Stage really use such means?

Before he could even think this through, one of the twelve massive mountains suddenly emitted a flash of spirit light and vanished from sight.

The next moment, it appeared above his head, showing no mercy as it crashed down hard.

Old Monster Zhong was shocked to the core. Although his eyesight was exceptional, he had long recognized the extraordinary nature of these twelve green peaks, but he never imagined such a massive object could instantaneously teleport through space.

If hit by this, it wouldn’t be a laughing matter.

He tried to dodge with a step, only to find that the air around him suddenly became much more condensed. While not so severe as to paralyze him, escaping before the mountain fell on top of him was now nothing but a pipe dream.

Damn!

Old Monster Zhong was truly terrified and enraged. However, he couldn’t just sit idly by.

Staying in place without doing anything would be tantamount to waiting for death.

He waved his hands like a butterfly, emitting an astonishing spiritual pressure from his body as he did so.

A black light flashed above him, and a shadow of the golden sun appeared, towering at fifty or sixty feet high. It was a bizarre bird with six eyes and four wings, looking fearsome.

Secret Technique of Manifestation!

Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted. The strange bird appeared, flapping its four wings wildly, instantly creating a series of grayish hurricane winds that rose into the sky.

The scene was fierce, but it couldn’t lift the mountain. Thunderous sounds echoed as the mountain continued to crash down. Seeing no hope, the bird's six demonic eyes emitted intense light and swiftly flew up on its own.

Despite being over fifty feet long, compared to the mountain, it was still too small. While it might be an exaggeration to say it was like a tiny ant trying to shake a tree, in comparison, it was clearly outmatched.

It couldn’t fully support the falling mountain, but by flapping its wings as hard as possible, slowing down its descent wasn't too difficult.

Inmaster/expert/proficient player dueling, every millimeter counts. With this strange bird’s manifestation giving him that extra moment, Old Monster Zhong finally escaped.

However, just as he was about to vent his anger, a thunderous sound echoed in his ears. The strange bird couldn’t withstand the mountain and was crushed into powder.

Secret Technique of Manifestation was different from ordinary secret techniques; it was like a life-bound treasure weapon, connected directly to the cultivator's heart and mind.

Old Monster Zhong would suffer just as much if crushed into powder. He felt as though he had been struck by a massive hammer in his chest, unable to bear it any longer, spitting out blood.

Lin Xuan, seizing this opportunity, saw that the Mountain Golden Sun painting was successful. How could he abandon such a method? He raised his right hand and pointed at the mountain again.

As he moved, spatial ripples surged, and another mountain vanished from sight.

Not just one, but several in quick succession.

Seizing the moment when he was weakened, Lin Xuan aimed to finish Old Monster Zhong off. However, the other party wasn’t about to let him have it so easily.

Unfurling the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, dark winds surged forth. The hundred and eight skeletons gathered in the middle turned into three zombies.

Roar!

The sound echoed as the silver-skinned zombie swung its iron chain like a snake, sending firebirds retreating. For a moment, they were on the offensive, gaining the upper hand.

The other two zipped back to Old Monster Zhong’s side, their roars growing in volume and size by over a hundred times. One wielded an enormous axe while the other held a long spear, slashing forward with great force.

Boom!

The sky seemed cleaved into two halves by this strike.

Two crescent-shaped light blades emerged.

A thunderous explosion echoed as the two mountains were sliced in half.

Impressive!

Lin Xuan’s expression changed. While he didn’t mind the ghost fire emitted by the skeletons, the zombies they transformed into were truly formidable. He hadn’t anticipated such a level of power from them.

However, no matter how difficult it was to handle, Lin Xuan sighed and behind him, golden light flared as his nine heads and eighteen arms unleashed the ultimate technique of Lesser Heavenly Mandala, now called Nine Heavens Divine Net, even more powerful than before.

His figure grew larger, and various weapons appeared in his hands—swords, spears, halberds, and so on. He swung them with great ferocity, fighting the two zombies fiercely.

Old Monster Zhong was dumbfounded. Lin Xuan’s abilities were numerous and his divine powers formidable; he no longer dared to underestimate him. However, before he could think of a strategy, Lin Xuan raised his right hand again, revealing an ancient-looking spear.

This weapon was only about ten feet long but its appearance was extremely simple. A domineering aura rose up as Lin Xuan held the spear high and fiercely swung it downward.

A sizzling sound filled the air as a ferocious energy surged out, accompanied by countless runes flickering on the surface of the spear.

The cold light shone brightly, followed by crescent-shaped light blades emerging. The text was imprinted beside them, forming mysterious arcs like tiny magical arrays.

Jumping and changing shape, their movements were intricate and unpredictable, tearing through space. Old Monster Zhong was shocked to the core, his back already drenched in sweat. Facing such a terrifying attack, he felt as though a great calamity was about to befall him.

The One Spear of the Sea’s Impact was already fearsome enough.

Added to the suddenness of it, there were no ordinary means for him to counter it. Fortunately, he wasn’t an ordinary cultivator; he was a Lesser Transcendence Stage powerhouse. In this crisis, his sleeves flung forward, seemingly casual but containingforce of the law.

Boom!

A thunderous sound echoed as the light blade was completely nullified. The power of spatial laws truly was formidable. However, performing such a strike wasn’t easy for him either; it consumed immense amounts of magical energy and even some of his true essence. His face turned pale, showing clear signs of great fatigue.

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