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第三千二百八十章 灵域

"Good, good. You've managed to break through my Spirit Realm, but do you think that's enough for you to escape?"

The Palace Master of Heavenly Sound had an ethereal presence, like a fairy descending from the heavens. Her delicate fingers emitted notes that soon blended into the air.

The melody grew more intense, filled with sounds of slaughter and battle.

"However, what just happened was merely an appetizer. Try this move: Ten Sides Ambush!"

A light laugh entered his ears as she sped up her playing, yet the music remained perfectly ordered, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"Senior Sister Qinxin, what should we do?"

The blue-robed maiden approached Ouyang's side, her face filled with concern. If Lin Xuan fell, their situation would be dire.

Ouyang Qinxin's complexion was pale as she tightly clenched her fingers, naturally more worried about Lin Xuan than her friend. If she were to perish, she wouldn't mind disintegrating for the safety of her husband.

But this was just a hypothesis; there was no "if" in the world of cultivation.

The current situation was one where the enemy was strong and they were weak. She could do nothing but observe.

This experience was terrible beyond words, yet she couldn't change it.

Especially since the Palace Master of Heavenly Sound had unleashed her Spirit Realm—a legendary secret technique.

She didn’t even know where her husband was now, so her anxiety and worry were understandable.

How despicable!

Was this all she could do—just watch helplessly?

Ouyang Qinxin's fingers turned white as the Ten Sides Ambush melody continued to assault her ears. The music was beautiful, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, but its underlying intent of slaughter made her heart tremble.

"Husband, you must stay safe!"

She could only pray in her heart.

...

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan's situation had become dire beyond measure.

Initially, he had summoned histreasure of life Nine Palace Momentary Sword and intended to use the Illusory Sword to break through this illusion. Although he didn't know what kind of technique this Spirit Realm was, it should be closely related to illusions.

Virtue turned to reality; reality turned to virtue; changes were endless, and its power was terrifying.

But no matter how many variations there were, as long as they had any connection to illusions, the Nine Palace Momentary Sword would still have some effect.

Lin Xuan thought so but hadn't even begun his attack when the scene before him changed again. The vast grasslands disappeared, replaced by an endless sea of snow. Flurries of snowflakes fell from the sky.

"Whew..."

Lin Xuan sucked in a cold breath. His opponent's power was truly remarkable; it could alter reality but not the rules of the universe itself. It was equally mysterious and difficult to deal with.

Just as his thoughts turned, an ear-piercing sound came, followed by several ice-cold flying swords aimed at him.

Lin Xuan raised a brow, his expression unchanged. He flicked his sleeve, and the Nine Palace Momentary Sword emerged from within like a fish swimming out of water.

It grew to a length of ten feet as it met the incoming attacks fearlessly.

Clang! Clang!

Though these ice-cold flying swords were formidable, they couldn't compare to Lin Xuan'streasure of life. They were quickly cut in half and fell to the ground.

But just as this attack ended, another sound pierced his ears. To his left, a dazzling light appeared as more ice-cold flying swords flew towards him one after another.

Lin Xuan was not afraid; the Nine Palace Momentary Sword swept away everything it encountered, easily destroying these flying swords.

However, the attacks didn't end there. More ice-cold flying swords soon emerged from other directions.

Lin Xuan dealt with them in the same manner.

Wave after wave of attacks passed by, and Lin Xuan's face darkened. He rubbed his forehead, showing signs of deep thought as he tried to understand the opponent's intentions.

These ice-cold flying swords were useful against cultivators at the Spirit Formation stage but were merely a nuisance for him. The Palace Master of Heavenly Sound was an old monster in late Golden Pill Stage; using such simple tactics didn't make sense.

Thus, there must be another reason, though he hadn’t yet figured it out.

With his mind racing, Lin Xuan hesitated not. A silver light flashed in his eyes as he scanned the area with the Divine Eye of the Heavenly Phoenix technique.

His shock was immense when he saw several transparent flying needles mixed among the swirling snowflakes, silently approaching him.

These flying needles moved so slowly that he hadn't noticed them until now.

Originally, those flying swords weren’t meant to attack; they were just a distraction. The real attacks came from these few flying needles.

Thankfully, he had cultivated the Divine Eye of the Heavenly Phoenix and wouldn't fall for their trap.

Lin Xuan exhaled in relief as the scene before him blurred. The snowflakes vanished, replaced by an endless sea of flames. He found himself in a boiling lava field.

How despicable!

Lin Xuan was both angry and frustrated. When would this end?

His opponent's Spirit Realm seemed endless; every time he dealt with one crisis, another danger arose.

He had to find a way to change this passive outcome.

But before Lin Xuan could act, the roar of a beast-like creature echoed in his ears. A lava giant emerged from the molten rock.

Over a hundred feet tall and incredibly muscular, it had two heads and four arms, resembling an ancient demon but more terrifying. Flames burned all over its body.

Roar!

It opened its mouth to shoot out several fireballs as large as ten feet in diameter before moving swiftly towards Lin Xuan.

Despite its massive size, the creature’s movements were swift. It raised a giant fist and struck at Lin Xuan.

From the lava, several flame-formed tentacles emerged, trying to entangle him.

The entire process seemed complex but took only an instant.

Lin Xuan's face was pale as he could do nothing but fend off these attacks. He used Nine Heaven Micro Steps, retreating a hundred feet away, but the fire giant didn't stop. It stepped forward and struck again.

Postscript: Fellow Daoists, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I only have one update today because I'm going out to dinner with my family tonight. Please give me some recommendation votes, thank you all!

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