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第两千八百五十八章 魔化变身

At this moment, Tian Yuan's expression conveyed more than just a lingering sense of fear.

The hunter had become the hunted.

Originally, he intended to launch a sneak attack and eliminate Lin Xuan with one move right here. Who would have thought that his opponent turned the tables on him, nearly falling into peril instead?

Wasn't this young fellow only at the Minor Diversionary Realm? How could such a minor cultivator see through the subtleties of his technique?

Tian Yuan was both shocked and enraged, his anger boiling inside. Anyone who had narrowly escaped death would naturally not be in high spirits.

Damn it!

He had underestimated this Lin Xuan once again.

But that didn't matter. By doing so, he merely fully unleashed his rage.

Originally, he did not want to expend too much effort, hence choosing the path of a sneak attack. However, Tian Yuan believed that even if he faced off directly, he could still eliminate Lin Xuan.

A fierce expression flashed across his eyes as Tian Yuan the Saint Ancestor hurriedly waved his hands, and numerous intricate spells appeared. His mouth recited obscure incantations with difficulty.

The surrounding demonic qi seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, surging up.

Subsequently, like a whale taking in water, those demonic qi surged into Tian Yuan's body.

He appeared as if he had become a vortex, continuously absorbing the purest and most refined demonic qi. His face was contorted with pain, his features twisted, and the incantations he recited became even more urgent.

"Hmph, wanting to transform into an ancient demon's true form?"

A trace of murderous intent flickered across Lin Xuan's face.

Most cultivators rarely had the opportunity to engage in battle against ancient demons. However, Lin Xuan was an exception; he had already fought against ancient demons when still in the mortal realm. After ascending to the Spirit Realm, his experience battling demonic races was more extensive, especially during his participation in the Sublimation Trial, where he spent two hundred years directly in the demon realm.

For Lin Xuan, this period wasn't particularly long but certainly not short either.

During those two centuries, Lin Xuan ventured across the demon realm, encountering various ancient demons through sheer coincidence.

What Tian Yuan intended to do was clear; just like how demonic races could transform into human forms at the Transmutation Stage, ancient demons were no different.

Ancient demons of the Core Formation Realm could shed their humanoid form and transform into human shapes.

Of course, it wasn't a must; each individual's choice varied.

When Lin Xuan participated in the Sublimation Trial, he had seen many ancient demons who showed no interest in transforming into human forms, maintaining their green-skinned, fanged appearance instead.

From a human perspective, these ancient demons were undoubtedly ugly and ferocious. However, their demonic form offered significant advantages; their combat capabilities far exceeded those of transformed humans.

Tian Yuan the Saint Ancestor was actually planning to transform now, indicating his anger had reached an unbearable level. Otherwise, for such a great cultivator who had successfully transcended the Tribulation Realm, transforming into a Minor Diversionary Realm cultivator would be somewhat embarrassing.

But after nearly falling into peril, what did face-saving matter?

Besides, in this battle, he hated Lin Xuan to the core and wanted to extract his soul. At the same time, he was also seeking revenge for Ice Spirit Lord and the Treasure Snake Lord.

Given the stakes involved with two True Demon Primordial Ancestors, Tian Yuan could not afford to be careless or negligent.

Otherwise, if he lost by accident, what terrifying consequences might ensue? Tian Yuan did not dare to think about it.

In short, only success was allowed; failure was unacceptable.

Thus, after taking a small hit, Tian Yuan immediately used his demonic transformation. This was no longer surprising.

While Lin Xuan may not have been aware of this consideration, he would never wait for the other party to complete their transformation.

Strike while the iron is hot! When ancient demons use their demonic transformation technique, they are relatively weaker. Why not strike now?

A gentleman can be deceived by his principles, but Lin Xuan was no gentleman. Facing such a formidable enemy as an ancient demon Saint Ancestor, he did not mind taking advantage of the situation.

In short, striking first always pays off.

With thoughts racing through his mind, Lin Xuan's actions were seamless and swift.

He raised his right hand, and a translucent仙剑appeared in his palm.

As delicate as a cicada's wing, it seemed almost transparent at first glance.

The sword appeared fragile, but the spectators present were all great cultivators who had transcended the Tribulation Realm. Their eyes were sharp to the extreme.

Many of them suddenly brightened.

Such treasures were rare for even them to see. This young fellow indeed possessed extraordinary abilities; could this be his life-bound treasure?

Envy and jealousy flashed in their eyes as Lin Xuan's Nine Palaces Sword was coveted by even old monsters who had transcended the Tribulation Realm.

Praise erupted, but Lin Xuan, a person of great character, would not let such spectators influence him.

He flicked his hand, gripping the sword tightly and swung it downward with force.

A simple action, unremarkable in itself. But the next moment, an imposing sword energy rose up from nowhere, though it did not reach the heavens or touch the earth, its momentum was formidable as it sliced forward.

The power was astonishing, but even more incredible happened next.

That sword energy condensed into a shimmering thread barely an inch wide.

No… not exactly. It couldn't be called a thread; it was about an inch thick and emitted a silvery glow.

Clearly, this was the secret technique of transforming swords into threads.

However, Lin Xuan's skill was insufficient to truly compress such a vast sword energy into a thread.

But it was still terrifying enough.

Such a vast sword energy compressed to just an inch likely increased its power by more than tenfold.

This insight came from his observation during the battle between Fairy Hundred Flowers and True Toad Jinyue.

In fact, this divine technique was modeled after Fairy Hundred Flowers.

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan's cultivation level was still too low, and he had not received direct guidance from Fairy Hundred Flowers herself.

Thus, although this divine technique was extremely profound, it could not compare to what Fairy Hundred Flowers had performed, differing by more than a grade in power.

It might be said that this was merely an approximation.

But for dealing with Tian Yuan, it was sufficient enough.

After all, Tian Yuan the Saint Ancestor was only a Tribulation Initial Realm old monster; how could he match the true spirit of True Toad Jinyue?

Lin Xuan's attack sliced forward. The old monsters in attendance took a deep breath. With their strength, they naturally recognized the power behind this move.

How would Tian Yuan respond?

"Hey?"

True Immortal Guanghan's expression was filled with surprise. Among all present, he knew Fairy Hundred Flowers best and immediately recognized that this technique resembled hers.

Transforming swords into threads wasn't uncommon, but only Fairy Hundred Flowers could perform it in such a manner throughout the Three Realms. Where had this young fellow learned it?

He was still surprised, frowning slightly.

Meanwhile, Tian Yuan's expression was one of extreme shock and anger.

He had anticipated that Lin Xuan would take advantage of his incomplete transformation to launch an attack.

But he never dreamed that once Lin Xuan attacked, it would be so sharp.

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