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第三千一百六十一章 仙剑图与黑幡

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as Tiaomu proved to be no ordinary opponent. The magical weapon it conjured from its power was incredibly formidable.

However, relying on such minor techniques to block his Nine Palaces Momentary Sword seemed a bit too presumptuous.

A cold smile played at the corners of Lin Xuan’s lips. His body radiated with spiritual light and divine glow, like stars falling into the void.

The sword's brilliance flickered and swirled in mid-air, gradually coalescing into a Taiji diagram.

"Fall!"

This Taiji diagram was formed from a celestial sword, imbued with supreme laws within.

Wherever it passed, the void crumbled under its might. Even Tiaomu felt pressure. After not seeing each other for just a few centuries, this hateful Lin boy had grown to such an extent that he could now match his essence body in combat.

But winning against him was still too naive.

Two vicious sparks of light shot from Tiaomu's eyes as if real stars were falling from the heavens and transforming into a massive fireball. It collided with the Taiji diagram conjured by the celestial sword.

Boom!

The deafening sound echoed through the air as two different laws clashed, causing this small world to collapse. Fortunately, they were in the deepest part of an ancient desert, far from human habitation, or countless innocents would have been caught in the blast.

Pang…

Tiaomu retreated three steps, spitting out a foul-smelling blood with each step.

Clearly, it had taken quite a beating and was now on the back foot.

"Aaah!"

Tiaomu roared in anger. Although not its most secret technique, this was one of its ultimate moves, and such a result left it fuming.

A loud roar echoed as Tiaomu opened its blood-stained maw. Black light flashed, and a black banner emerged from within.

"What is this?"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted; Tiaomu actually used a treasure.

He couldn't identify the material of the black banner, but the yin-cold aura it emitted made his heart race.

Absolutely formidable. If not careful, he might even fall to his death.

"Go!"

Lin Xuan pointed forward with a finger. The Nine Palaces Momentary Sword shone brilliantly as the black banner was no ordinary treasure. Lin Xuan wouldn't wait for Tiaomu to unleash it; striking first was always better!

Lin Xuan once again employed his power to transform swords into threads, and crystal light flickered. The Nine Palaces Momentary Sword had transformed, making its power even more formidable.

He aimed to cut through the void, but an incredible scene unfolded. The banner swirled slightly, releasing a burst of demonic light that formed a shield, blocking all the sword threads.

The Nine Palaces Momentary Sword radiated divine energy and was filled with laws, yet it couldn't break free from this insignificant shield.

"This..."

Lin Xuan was genuinely impressed. The Nine Palaces Momentary Sword approached the level of a celestial treasure, its power unmatched, capable of slicing through the void and breaking anything in its path. Yet, it failed to penetrate the shield.

Tiaomu truly proved formidable; he would need to exhaust all his powers to destroy this monster.

Lin Xuan no longer hesitated. He flicked his sleeves and summoned another treasure—a simple scroll with green light flashing from its surface.

Celestial Sword Diagram!

This was a newly bornprimordial spirit treasure, emitting divine energy without needing to be activated. The Dao's presence flowed from it.

It was an unparalleled divine artifact!

"Primordial Spirit Treasure!"

Tiaomu’s eyes widened in shock.

As an ancient creature with countless years of existence, its experience was unmatched.

The Celestial Sword Diagram had just appeared for the first time, but the Dao's presence couldn't be deceived; it perfectly aligned with natural laws. This was undoubtedly a primordial spirit treasure.

How could this be?

Primordial Spirit Treasures were incomparably powerful and passed down from true immortals. Even late-stage cultivators who successfully traversed their tribulations considered themselves lucky to see one, let alone possess one.

This Lin boy might have some power, but he was still an early-stage existence; how could he possibly own such a divine artifact?

Tiaomu was shocked and doubtful, but it no longer mattered. It showed no fear, instead exuding a mocking expression: "You dare challenge me with a Primordial Spirit Treasure as your backing? Little boy, you've calculated everything, yet you still fell for the swan's eye. A Primordial Spirit Treasure is indeed incredibly powerful, but possessing such a treasure doesn't mean invincibility. Let this master cut you down."

"Such arrogance!"

The other’s words were truly extremely presumptuous. But now that he was here, there could be no retreat.

Moreover, he knew his own powers best; with so many Primordial Spirit Treasures, even facing an ancient creature at late-stage tribulation, he still had the power to fight back. Tiaomu might be outrageous, but it hadn't reached such a point yet.

Various thoughts raced through Lin Xuan's mind as he weighed his options. But now, there was no time for hesitation. Lin Xuan’s hands traced mysterious patterns in mid-air, releasing spiritual light and surging power like a dam breaking. This energy poured into the treasures before him.

The Celestial Sword Diagram unfolded, radiating countless sword intents.

Correct, sword intents!

In that moment, he felt the laws of the Dao, aligning with nature. Primordial Spirit Treasures truly were incomparably powerful; anything else would pale in comparison.

A green glow flickered on the opened scroll.

Nine peaks of varying sizes stood out prominently.

Indeed, nine—originally, there had been twelve peaks on the Golden Sun Mountain Diagram, but some had vanished.

These peaks now appeared lush and verdant with vibrant life.

The scenery was breathtaking.

The three-footed golden sun disappeared, replaced by boundless sword intents that seemed to encompass the entire world.

"Quickly!"

Lin Xuan pointed his finger forward. Divine light shone as the nine divine mountains emerged, surging with laws, collapsing the void.

However, this wasn't the most terrifying part.

Mysterious heavenly sounds appeared like great chimes, causing even the primordial energy of heaven and earth to yield. Light beams shot out from the peaks.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—each beam had a different color.

Then, colorful light clouds floated, radiating divine energy. Each cloud transformed into several celestial swords.

Their shapes varied, their sizes differing, but each sword was terrifying, imbued with Dao's presence and flowing with laws.

Primordial Spirit Treasures were incomparably powerful; the sword beams numbered in the thousands, enough to cut down even an immortal sect. Tiaomu’s eyes showed a serious expression but no fear as it opened its blood-stained maw, spewing essence qi. Ancient incantations echoed through the heavens.

Its demonic power was unmatched. Facing such a Primordial Spirit Treasure, this creature intended to withstand the attack.

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