← 百炼成仙

第两千九百零一章 可怕的空间乱流

The hurricane, in terms of size, wasn't out of the ordinary.

- The larger ones were no more than a丈 (about 3 meters) in diameter, while some even didn’t exceed a few inches. - At first glance, it seemed to pose little threat. - But take note, this was not an ordinary hurricane; it was formed by the distortion of spatial force. - Its power was beyond words.

Moreover, there wasn't just one hurricane; several hundred could be seen in the distance. The spreading hurricanes encompassed a dozen acres and surrounded their target completely.

Lin Xuan first blocked all possible escape routes for his opponent before he could play the game of瓮中捉鳖 (catching a turtle in a jar).

The opponent was already trapped by spatial laws, so Lin Xuan didn't worry about him using teleportation or other secret techniques here. No one would do that; it was akin to suicide.

Now, how could you escape?

His attempt had achieved perfect results, and a hint of self-satisfaction curled at the corner of Lin Xuan's lips.

He might be overestimating his chances, but he was confident that his opponent’s chance of survival was slim.

Some were happy while others were anxious. Lin Xuan felt extremely good on one side, while on the other side, the ghostly spirit's mood plummeted to a state of utter fear.

It was indeed spatial laws, and even more so, the opponent had used spatial turbulence—a highly advanced technique.

What should he do? Would he really perish at the hands of a One Spirit Diversion cultivator?

Perish at the hands of a One Spirit Diversion cultivator. If someone had said this to him before, he would have thought it was a joke; he could easily eliminate such an opponent with a single gesture.

The Three Realms were vast, and challenges across levels did occur from time to time.

But challenging a spirit division cultivator during a tribulation was too much. He had never heard of such a thing in his past experiences.

It would be more like telling jokes now.

However, reality was about to turn into those jokes.

He no longer cared how it happened; the most important thing now was to save himself.

Even ants tried to survive, and he was a ghost saint at tribulation stage. He had worked hard for this strength and achievements; how could he be content with death?

Even if there was just a glimmer of hope, he would try his best to seize it.

Besides, he still had treasures in his hands.

The treasures bestowed by the master were powerful beyond measure. With them, he was sure he could turn danger into safety.

He repeated this thought to himself.

Actually, he didn't have much confidence, but now, self-assurance was crucial.

If even he lost faith, it would be hopeless; he might truly perish here.

With myriad thoughts swirling in his mind, the ghostly spirit's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. He raised his right hand and once again activated that mysterious treasure.

Dark, murky winds surged out. This time, instead of trying to break through the sword threads' encirclement, they churned and transformed into shields.

These shields were also dark in color, each about a丈 (about 3 meters) in diameter, resembling fish scales.

But at the center of each shield was a ghost face, green-skinned with sharp teeth, terrifying to behold.

"Combine!"

The ghostly spirit roared. His right hand continued to manipulate the treasure while his left hand kept changing its spell. As he moved, the shields surrounded him and arranged themselves into a black sphere.

And the ghostly spirit hid in the center of this sphere. Unless this defense was breached, spatial laws would not be able to harm him.

The ghostly spirit's actions were far from over; obscure ancient incantations kept pouring out from within the sphere.

"Poof..."

The ghost faces in the shields opened their mouths, and clouds of dark flames emerged. These weren't ordinary dark flames; they emitted a chill and death aura that made one feel extremely uncomfortable.

But could these mere dark flames stop spatial turbulence?

A hint of mockery flashed across Lin Xuan's lips.

He spread his hands wide, and a series of extremely complex hand seals appeared.

"Break!"

With a light cry, the hurricanes intertwined. Each had a force of law emanating from it, though some were stronger than others. Soon, they formed a unified front.

A palpable wave of laws flowed across several acres.

The dark flames at the forefront faced this challenge head-on. Despite their formidable power, the overwhelming chill and death aura made them ineffective against the laws of space, which tore through them like paper.

The ghostly spirit's face changed.

Although he had some inkling of what was to come, spatial laws were far more terrifying than he had anticipated. Was his fate truly sealed?

Before this thought could fully form, the hurricanes, now united by the force of law, surged forward.

Woo...

Ghostly cries echoed as the ghost faces on the shields seemed to come alive, their mouths opening wide and their eyes turning blood red. An incredible aura of ferocity emanated from them.

Then, a grayish light wall appeared from the shields, enveloping the black sphere.

Unknown how strong it was, but an extra layer of protection against spatial laws couldn't hurt.

But Lin Xuan ignored this. Perhaps he was overly confident or too exhausted to use any other technique with his spirit division cultivation.

Regardless, the terrifying hurricane transformed into spatial turbulence and charged forward.

Bang!

It struck the grayish light wall without mercy.

Was a single layer of defense really effective? At that moment, the ghostly spirit felt dazed as he witnessed the seemingly solid light curtain torn apart in an instant.

Then, undeterred by this obstacle, the spatial turbulence crashed into the shield sphere.

This was his last line of defense!

And it was also the strongest one!

In other words, success or failure hinged on this. Life or death would be decided here.

Though he couldn't see the ghostly spirit's face, his mood could be imagined.

Anyone in his position wouldn't hide their strength at such a critical moment; they should unleash all their power.

The ghostly spirit gritted his teeth and used every ounce of strength to pour his dark energy into the treasure.

Dark winds surged out, and the feather fan became increasingly transparent. This was a treasure forged from Yin essence; when its Yin essence was depleted, this treasure would vanish into nothingness.

Could it stop spatial turbulence?

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed as the result quickly became clear.

The treasure forged from Yin essence was indeed formidable, but spatial laws were not easily defied. The two powerful forces collided, tearing and distorting the sky. Shield after shield shattered, yet the Yin essence's protection remained unbroken. The broken shields transformed back into dark energy, still coalescing in mid-air.

Reading Settings

18px
1.8
65ch
Show Pinyin + Chinese + English