yǎn qián zhè jiā huo yǒu duō dà shén tōng liǎng rén bù qīng chǔ ， rán ér guāng píng wán qiáng de shēng mìng lì jiù lìng rén zé shé ， bèi bīng fēng bǎi wàn nián zhī hòu yī jiù huó dé hǎo hǎo de 。
眼前这家伙有多大神通两人不清楚，然而光凭顽强的生命力就令人咋舌，被冰封百万年之后依旧活得好好的。
Before this guy unleashed his full might, neither Lin Xuan nor Ma Long knew just how formidable he was. However, the sheer resilience of his life force alone was enough to leave them speechless—after being sealed for a million years, he still managed to survive.
cǐ kè pò jìn ér chū ， zì rán shì yào zhǎo liǎng rén bào chóu 。
此刻破禁而出，自然是要找两人报仇。
Now that he had broken free from the seal, it was only natural that he would seek revenge on these two.
“ lái lóng qù mài jiǎng wán le ， rén lèi quán dōu dé sǐ 。”
“来龙去脉讲完了，人类全都得死。”
"Everything has been explained. All humans must die."
yāo mó yǎn zhōng hóng máng shǎn shuò ， bào nüè zhī qì kuáng xiè ér chū ， zhōng jiān de tóu lú yī zhāng kǒu ， pēn chū yī tuán jī dàn dà xiǎo de xuè guāng 。
妖魔眼中红芒闪烁，暴虐之气狂泻而出，中间的头颅一张口，喷出一团鸡蛋大小的血光。
Red light flickered in the demon's eyes as his violent aura poured out. The head in the middle opened its mouth and spat out a bloodlight the size of an egg.
lǐ yào tiān dà jīng shī sè ， lián máng jiāng zì jǐ de běn mìng fǎ bǎo jì le qǐ lái ， nà wáng hǔ yě bù gǎn dài màn ， shēn shǒu yì diǎn ， máo bǐ tóng yàng líng guāng dà fàng ， zài tóu dǐng pán xuán 。
李耀天大惊失色，连忙将自己的本命法宝祭了起来，那王虎也不敢怠慢，伸手一点，毛笔同样灵光大放，在头顶盘旋。
Liu Yaotian was taken aback, quickly summoning his own innate treasure. Wang Hu didn't hesitate either; he extended his hand and the brush emitted a bright light, hovering above his head.
bì lín zhèn yě huí dào le lín xuān de shēn biān 。
碧鳞阵也回到了林轩的身边。
The Green Scale Formation returned to Lin Xuan's side.
nà yāo mó yǎn zhōng shǎn guò yī sī jī cháo zhī sè ， xuè guāng měng rán péng zhàng qǐ lái ， yī fēn wèi sān ， gè zì níng chéng le yī zào xíng qí tè de fǎ bǎo ， jì xiàng shì máo ， yòu yǒu diǎn xiàng gē ， yīng gāi shì bǎi wàn nián qián de gǔ bīng rèn le 。
那妖魔眼中闪过一丝讥嘲之色，血光猛然膨胀起来，一分为三，各自凝成了一造型奇特的法宝，既像是矛，又有点像戈，应该是百万年前的古兵刃了。
A trace of mockery flashed in the demon's eyes as the bloodlight suddenly expanded, splitting into three parts that each formed a peculiarly shaped treasure. They resembled spears but had some resemblance to halberds—ancient weapons from a million years ago.
lín xuān tóng kǒng wēi wēi shōu suō ， jiāng běn shēn de jīng xuè hùn hé zhe líng lì jù wèi fǎ bǎo ， zhè zhǒng shén tōng ， bié shuō shì xiū zhēn ， biàn shì mó xiū de guǐ yì gōng fǎ yǔ zhī xiāng bǐ ， yě chéng le xiǎo wū jiàn dà wū 。
林轩瞳孔微微收缩，将本身的精血混合着灵力聚为法宝，这种神通，别说是修真，便是魔修的诡异功法与之相比，也成了小巫见大巫。
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly as he gathered his essence and spirit force together to form a treasure. This kind of power was beyond the scope of cultivation techniques, even for daoists or fiend cultivators; it made them seem insignificant in comparison.
yāo mó yī zú guǒ rán shèng míng wú xū ， kàn lái zì jǐ yào xiǎo xīn zài yì 。
妖魔一族果然盛名无虚，看来自己要小心在意。
The demon race truly lived up to its reputation; Lin Xuan had to be cautious.
jiàn nà xuè hóng sè de fǎ bǎo fēi xiàng zì jǐ ， lǐ yào tiān hé wáng hǔ lián máng shǒu qiā fǎ jué ， fēn bié cāo zòng fēi jiàn hé máo bǐ yíng le shàng qù 。
见那血红色的法宝飞向自己，李耀天和王虎连忙手掐法诀，分别操纵飞剑和毛笔迎了上去。
Seeing the blood-red treasure fly towards him, Liu Yaotian and Wang Hu hurriedly cast spells, controlling their flying swords and brushes respectively to meet the attack.
lín xuān yě zhèng xiǎng qū shǐ bì lín zhèn yíng dí ， què tū rán gǎn jué dào zhōu wéi de líng qì chuán lái yì diǎn yì yàng ， bù jí xì xiǎng ， lín xuān jiǎo xià yòng lì ， jī hū shì tiáo jiàn fǎn shè bān de piāo le chū qù 。 yī mǔ zhǐ cū xì de hóng máng kuài rú shǎn diàn ， cā shēn ér guò ， bō de yī shēng ， jiāng páng biān de shí bì dòng chuān le yí gè xiǎo kǒng 。
林轩也正想驱使碧鳞阵迎敌，却突然感觉到周围的灵气传来一点异样，不及细想，林轩脚下用力，几乎是条件反射般的飘了出去。一拇指粗细的红芒快如闪电，擦身而过，啵的一声，将旁边的石壁洞穿了一个小孔。
Lin Xuan was about to command the Green Scale Formation when he sensed something unusual in the surrounding spirit energy. Without hesitation, Lin Xuan stepped back as if on reflex. A red light, a thumb thick, zipped past him with lightning speed, leaving a small hole in the stone wall with a pop.
lín xuān zhǐ jué de tóu pí yī zhèn má 。 ruò fēi zì jǐ shén shí qiáng dà 。 jī hū jiù zhe le dào ér a ！
林轩只觉得头皮一阵麻。若非自己神识强大。几乎就着了道儿啊！
Lin Xuan felt his scalp tingle; had it not been for his powerful divine consciousness, he would have fallen prey to this trap!
lín xuān xīn yǒu yú jì dì huí guò tóu 。 què xiàn hóng máng bìng fēi fǎ jué zhī lèi dì dōng dōng 。 ér shì yī tiáo xuè hóng sè dì chù shǒu 。
林轩心有余悸地回过头。却现红芒并非法诀之类地东东。而是一条血红色地触手。
He turned his head and saw that the red light wasn't a spell or talisman but a blood-red tentacle. It quickly retracted into the ground.
yī jī bù zhōng 。 kuài sù dì suō huí le tǔ zhōng 。
一击不中。快速地缩回了土中。
No wonder the demon allowed Liu Yaotian to explain everything so clearly; it was setting a trap, luring them in like fish on a hook.
guài bù dé yāo mó jìng rèn yóu lǐ yào tiān jiāng shì qíng dì lái lóng qù mài jiǎng qīng chǔ 。 yuán lái shì zài bù zhì xiàn jǐng 。 xiǎng yào qǐng jūn rù wèng 。
怪不得妖魔竟任由李耀天将事情地来龙去脉讲清楚。原来是在布置陷阱。想要请君入瓮。
The initial attack was meant to draw their attention. Lin Xuan's expression turned grim as he looked back, a pungent smell of blood permeating his nostrils.
gāng cái dì gōng jī 。 yě shì wèi le xī yǐn sān rén dì zhù yì 。 lín xuān shén sè yīn chén dì huí guò tóu qù 。 yī gǔ xuè xīng wèi piāo rù bí zi lǐ 。
刚才地攻击。也是为了吸引三人地注意。林轩神色阴沉地回过头去。一股血腥味飘入鼻子里。
Liu Yaotian lowered his head and examined the tentacle that had pierced through his chest; his face showed clear resentment.
lǐ yào tiān dī xià tou 。 kàn le kàn cì chuān zì jǐ xiōng kǒu dì chù shǒu 。 liǎn shàng mǎn shì bù gān zhī sè 。
李耀天低下头。看了看刺穿自己胸口地触手。脸上满是不甘之色。
He was a Core Formation expert, yet he died so mysteriously.
tā táng táng yī wèi níng dān qī gāo shǒu ， jū rán jiù zhè me mò míng qí miào de guà le 。
他堂堂一位凝丹期高手，居然就这么莫名其妙的挂了。
His heart filled with不甘 (reluctance), he thought about his deep-seated grudge against humans. How could he meet his ancestors in the afterlife like this?
bù gān zhī xīn chōng mǎn le xiōng yì ， tā hái yǒu xuè hǎi shēn chóu 。 jiù zhè yàng zǒu 。 dào le jiǔ quán zhī xià ， rú hé qù jiàn huǒ líng mén de liè zǔ liè zōng 。
不甘之心充满了胸臆，他还有血海深仇。就这样走。到了九泉之下，如何去见火灵门的列祖列宗。
A bitter smile played on his lips as blood dripped to the ground; he felt his strength rapidly draining away.
zuǐ jiǎo biān lù chū yī sī kǔ sè de xiào róng ， xiān xuè dā dā de luò dào dì xià 。 gǎn jué lì qì zhèng cóng shēn tǐ lǐ bèi xùn sù de chōu zǒu 。
嘴角边露出一丝苦涩的笑容，鲜血嗒嗒的落到地下。感觉力气正从身体里被迅速的抽走。
Ambition and grand plans had all turned to dust at this moment.
shén me yě xīn ， shén me hóng tú ， dào zhè yī kè dōu guī wèi le chén tǔ 。
什么野心，什么宏图，到这一刻都归为了尘土。
With a snap, the tentacle retracted, taking with it his hundred-year cultivated golden core.
“ pā ” dì yī shēng 。 nà chù shǒu chōu le huí qù ， lián dài jiāng tā bǎi nián kǔ xiū dì jīn dān yě yì qǐ juǎn zǒu 。
“啪”地一声。那触手抽了回去，连带将他百年苦修地金丹也一起卷走。
Liu Yaotian's blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground, eyes wide open in death. On the other side, Wang Hu met the same fate.
lǐ yào tiān kǒu zhōng de xiān xuè kuáng pēn ér chū ， chóng chóng de shuāi luò ， sǐ bù míng mù ， ér lìng yī biān ， wáng hǔ dì jié jú yě shì yī yàng de 。
李耀天口中的鲜血狂喷而出，重重的摔落，死不瞑目，而另一边，王虎地结局也是一样的。
The tentacle swallowed the golden core and the demon gnawed on it loudly, its skin turning red as if it was bleeding profusely.
chù shǒu jiāng jīn dān sòng rù zuǐ zhōng ， yāo mó gē zhī gē zhī yī zhèn dà jué ， hún shēn de pí fū 。 gèng shì hóng dé yóu rú yào dī xuè yī yàng 。
触手将金丹送入嘴中，妖魔咯吱咯吱一阵大嚼，浑身的皮肤。更是红得犹如要滴血一样。
Then, with an unfriendly expression, the demon looked at Lin Xuan.
rán hòu tái qǐ tóu 。 miàn sè bù shàn dì wàng xiàng lín xuān 。
然后抬起头。面色不善地望向林轩。
This young man had managed to escape unscathed; it left him somewhat surprised.
zhè ge shào nián néng gòu táo guò yī jié ， zhe shí yǒu xiē ràng tā yì wài 。
这个少年能够逃过一劫，着实有些让他意外。
But he dismissed this mere Core Formation early-stage cultivator. Humans all deserved death.
bù guò qū qū yí gè níng dān chū qī de xiǎo zi ér yǐ 。 tā yě méi yǒu fàng zài yǎn lǐ ， rén lèi 。 quán dōu gāi sǐ 。
不过区区一个凝丹初期的小子而已。他也没有放在眼里，人类。全都该死。
Lin Xuan didn't speak. The enmity between humans and demons couldn't be resolved with a few words. Since they were here, there was only one way—fight to the death.
lín xuān méi yǒu shuō huà ， rén lèi yǔ yāo mó zhī jiān de chóu hèn jué fēi sān yán liǎng yǔ jiù kě huà jiě ， jì rán yù jiàn le ， nà wéi yǒu sǐ zhàn yī tú 。
林轩没有说话，人类与妖魔之间的仇恨绝非三言两语就可化解，既然遇见了，那唯有死战一途。
Lin Xuan tapped his storage pouch and summoned the Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword.
lín xuān zài chǔ wù dài shàng yī pāi ， jiāng piāo yún luò xuě jiàn jì le qǐ lái 。
林轩在储物袋上一拍，将飘云落雪剑祭了起来。
At the same time, he waved his sleeve, sending the Free Spirit Fan flying above him; a layer of green light shielded him.
tóng shí dà xiù yī shuǎi ， xiāo yáo shàn yě fēi dào le tā tóu dǐng shàng miàn ， yī céng qīng sè de guāng zhào shì fàng chū lái 。
同时大袖一甩，逍遥扇也飞到了他头顶上面，一层青色的光罩释放出来。
Moon'er appeared before Lin Xuan with her fiendish banner in hand.
tiān kōng zhōng bō wén zǎ xiàn ， yuè ér shǒu chí mó fān ， chū xiàn zài le lín xuān de miàn qián 。
天空中波纹咋现，月儿手持魔幡，出现在了林轩的面前。
But this wasn't all of Lin Xuan's abilities. He flipped his left hand and a simple-looking mirror appeared in his palm.
rán ér zhè bìng fēi lín xuān suǒ yǒu de shǒu duàn ， zuǒ shǒu yī fān ， zhǎng xīn zhōng dùn shí duō le yī zào xíng gǔ piáo de jìng zi lái 。
然而这并非林轩所有的手段，左手一翻，掌心中顿时多了一造型古朴的镜子来。
"Concealment Mirror, Concealment Ancestor—what relation are you to me?"
“ shè líng jìng ， shè líng lǎo zǔ shì nǐ hé rén ？”
“摄灵镜，摄灵老祖是你何人？”
Lin Xuan's series of actions had already left the demon speechless; a mere Core Formation cultivator possessed so many techniques and treasures. When he touched the magical mirror, his expression changed drastically, showing traces of hatred.
lín xuān de yī lián chuàn dòng zuò ， yǐ jīng ràng nà yāo mó yǒu xiē zé shé ， qū qū yí gè níng dān qī xiū zhēn ， nǎ lái nà me duō shǒu duàn yǔ bǎo wù ， dāng chù dào tā shǒu zhōng dì bǎo jìng shí ， gèng shì liǎn sè dà biàn ， mù guāng zhōng liú lù chū yī sī yuàn dú 。
林轩的一连串动作，已经让那妖魔有些咋舌，区区一个凝丹期修真，哪来那么多手段与宝物，当触到他手中地宝镜时，更是脸色大变，目光中流露出一丝怨毒。
Lin Xuan's heart raced as he realized that this Concealment Mirror was an ancient relic from the Green Leaf Mountain, left behind by an Incarnation Stage cultivator. He didn't know who its original owner was, but based on the demon's tone, it seemed they had suffered a great defeat at the hands of this mirror.
lín xuān xīn zhōng yī dòng ， zhè shè líng jìng shì zì jǐ zài qīng yè shān dì shàng gǔ yí kuàng zhōng suǒ de ， yuán yīng qī xiū shì suǒ yí liú xià lái de bǎo wù ， yuán lái dì zhǔ rén shì shuí lín xuān bìng bù qīng chǔ ， kě tīng zhè yāo mó de kǒu qì ， nán dào chī guò cǐ bǎo dì dà kuī me ？
林轩心中一动，这摄灵镜是自己在青叶山地上古遗矿中所得，元婴期修士所遗留下来的宝物，原来地主人是谁林轩并不清楚，可听这妖魔的口气，难道吃过此宝地大亏么？
Lin Xuan sneered; he wasn't in the mood to explain anything. He lifted his left hand and injected spirit force into the mirror. Dozens of light balls the size of fists shot out from the mirror surface, rushing towards the demon.
lín xuān lěng xiào yī shēng ， zì rán méi yǒu xīn qíng xiàng duì fāng jiě shì ， tái qǐ zuǒ shǒu ， jiāng líng lì yóu zhǎng xīn zhōng zhù rù ， dùn shí ， cóng jìng miàn pēn chū shí yú kē quán tou dà xiǎo de guāng qiú ， hū xiào zhe xiàng duì fāng shā qù 。
林轩冷笑一声，自然没有心情像对方解释，抬起左手，将灵力由掌心中注入，顿时，从镜面喷出十余颗拳头大小的光球，呼啸着像对方杀去。
Seeing this, the demon's expression turned extremely serious as all three heads opened their mouths, spewing out a dozen bloodlights each.
yāo mó jiàn cǐ ， liǎn shàng de biǎo qíng biàn dé zhèng zhòng yǐ jí ， sān kē tóu lú tóng shí zhuǎn le guò lái ， xuè pén dà kǒu zhāng kāi ， tóng yàng shì shí jǐ tuán xuè guāng cóng lǐ miàn pēn le chū lái 。
妖魔见此，脸上的表情变得郑重以极，三颗头颅同时转了过来，血盆大口张开，同样是十几团血光从里面喷了出来。
The two groups of lights collided, exploding in an instant.
liǎng xiāng jiē chù ， dùn shí bào liè le kāi lái 。
两相接触，顿时爆裂了开来。
A heavy stench of blood filled the air. The bloodlights clung to the black light balls emitted by the mirror, gradually fading and eventually disappearing together.
nóng zhòng de xuè xīng wèi ér zài kōng qì zhōng sàn kāi ， nà xiē xuè guāng yǒu rú niú pí táng yī yàng ， chán zài shè líng jìng suǒ pēn chū lái de hēi sè guāng tuán shàng ， hěn kuài ， liǎng de yán sè yì qǐ biàn dàn ， jìng rán tóng guī yú jìn ， yì qǐ mǐn miè diào le 。
浓重的血腥味儿在空气中散开，那些血光有如牛皮糖一样，缠在摄灵镜所喷出来的黑色光团上，很快，两的颜色一起变淡，竟然同归于尽，一起泯灭掉了。
Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's brows furrowed with gloom.
jiàn le cǐ jǐng ， lín xuān de méi yǔ jiān ， bù yóu de lǒng zhào shàng le yī céng yīn mái 。
见了此景，林轩的眉宇间，不由得笼罩上了一层阴霾。
After obtaining these ancient treasures in Green Leaf Mountain, he had thoroughly studied them.
zài qīng yè shān zhōng dé dào le zhè jǐ jiàn gǔ bǎo yǐ hòu ， tā kě shì quán dōu xì xì yán jiū le yī fān 。
在青叶山中得到了这几件古宝以后，他可是全都细细研究了一番。
Apart from their power, which was truly beyond nature, once these light balls enveloped anything, whether it be a treasure or the cultivator themselves, they would lose large amounts of spirit force. This characteristic made most elemental spells useless against the black light balls.
bié de zàn qiě bù tán ， zhè shè líng jìng de wēi lì jué duì kě yǐ kān chēng nì tiān 。
别的暂且不谈，这摄灵镜的威力绝对可以堪称逆天。
The fact that these bloodlights could perish alongside the absorbent light balls surprised Lin Xuan.
yí dàn bèi suǒ pēn chū lái de guāng tuán chán zhù ， bù lùn shì fǎ bǎo ， hái shì xiū shì běn shēn ， líng lì dū huì dà liàng liú shì ， ér zhè ge tè diǎn ， yě ràng yì bān de wǔ xíng fǎ shù ， miàn duì zhè hēi sè guāng tuán shí ， gēn běn jiù méi yǒu yòng tú ， quán bèi kè dé sǐ sǐ de 。
一旦被所喷出来的光团缠住，不论是法宝，还是修士本身，灵力都会大量流逝，而这个特点，也让一般的五行法术，面对这黑色光团时，根本就没有用途，全被克得死死的。
On the other hand, the demon was relieved to see this result. In ancient times, he had fought Concealment Ancestor and suffered a crushing defeat. If not for using a self-damaging secret technique, his life would have been lost there!
zhè xiē xuè guāng jū rán néng yǔ xī líng guāng tuán tóng guī yú jìn ， shí zài shì yǒu xiē chū hū lín xuān de yù liào le 。
这些血光居然能与吸灵光团同归于尽，实在是有些出乎林轩的预料了。
The power of this treasure left him with lingering fear.
ér yǔ zhī xiāng fǎn ， nà yāo mó jiàn le zhè ge jié guǒ ， zé dà dà de sōng le kǒu qì ， zài shàng gǔ shí qī ， céng yǔ shè líng lǎo zǔ jiāo shǒu guò ， jié guǒ dà bài kuī shū ， ruò fēi shǐ yòng le zì sǔn zhēn yuán de mì fǎ ， kǒng pà lián xiǎo mìng dū huì sòng dào nà lǐ a ！
而与之相反，那妖魔见了这个结果，则大大的松了口气，在上古时期，曾与摄灵老祖交手过，结果大败亏输，若非使用了自损真元的秘法，恐怕连小命都会送到那里啊！
Fortunately, this young man's cultivation level was still shallow; the mirror's full power could only be used to three levels. Even so, he dared not linger and engage in prolonged combat.
duì yú cǐ bǎo de wēi lì ， shì jì yì yóu xīn ， dǎn hán bù yǐ 。
对于此宝的威力，是记忆犹新，胆寒不已。
The bloodlight spheres he had used earlier were indeed a great drain on his true essence.
hǎo zài yǎn qián zhè ge shào nián ， xiū wèi shàng qiǎn ， cǐ bǎo de wēi lì ， bù guò néng gòu huī liǎng sān céng ér yǐ ， dàn jí biàn rú cǐ ， yě bù gǎn yǔ lín xuān duō zuò jiū chán 。
好在眼前这个少年，修为尚浅，此宝的威力，不过能够挥两三层而已，但即便如此，也不敢与林轩多做纠缠。
Their first clash ended in a stalemate. Lin Xuan's eyes turned cold as he injected more spirit force into the ancient mirror.
gāng cái zì jǐ suǒ shǐ yòng de lún huí xuè tuán ， kě shì dà hào zhēn yuán 。
刚才自己所使用的轮回血团，可是大耗真元。
Even if the demon's bloodlight spheres were powerful, how much power did he have to drive this technique? He intended to exhaust him completely.
liǎng rén de dì yī cì jiāo shǒu ， kě shuō shì píng fēn qiū sè ， lín xuān mù guāng yī hán zhī hòu ， zài cì jiāng fǎ lì cóng zuǒ shǒu zhù rù dào le gǔ jìng zhī zhōng 。
两人的第一次交手，可说是平分秋色，林轩目光一寒之后，再次将法力从左手注入到了古镜之中。
Lin Xuan had his own plans; the demon was equally prepared. With six arms flailing, incantations rang out in an obscure language that Lin Xuan couldn't understand—perhaps it was from ancient times.
jiù suàn duì fāng de zhè xiē xuè tuán wēi lì bù xiǎo yòu rú hé ， zì jǐ dào yào kàn kàn tā yǒu duō shǎo fǎ lì lái qū shǐ zhè yī shén tōng 。
就算对方的这些血团威力不小又如何，自己倒要看看他有多少法力来驱使这一神通。
Seeing the demon's actions, Lin Xuan didn't rush to use the Concealment Mirror. He extended his right hand and pointed at the Free Spirit Sword above him.
jiù suàn shì hào yě yào jiāng gěi hào sǐ le 。
就算是耗也要将给耗死了。
A clear sound echoed as the Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword, filled with endless coldness, shot towards the demon.
Before this guy unleashed his full might, neither Lin Xuan nor Ma Long knew just how formidable he was. However, the sheer resilience of his life force alone was enough to leave them speechless—after being sealed for a million years, he still managed to survive.
Now that he had broken free from the seal, it was only natural that he would seek revenge on these two.
"Everything has been explained. All humans must die."
Red light flickered in the demon's eyes as his violent aura poured out. The head in the middle opened its mouth and spat out a bloodlight the size of an egg.
Liu Yaotian was taken aback, quickly summoning his own innate treasure. Wang Hu didn't hesitate either; he extended his hand and the brush emitted a bright light, hovering above his head.
The Green Scale Formation returned to Lin Xuan's side.
A trace of mockery flashed in the demon's eyes as the bloodlight suddenly expanded, splitting into three parts that each formed a peculiarly shaped treasure. They resembled spears but had some resemblance to halberds—ancient weapons from a million years ago.
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly as he gathered his essence and spirit force together to form a treasure. This kind of power was beyond the scope of cultivation techniques, even for daoists or fiend cultivators; it made them seem insignificant in comparison.
The demon race truly lived up to its reputation; Lin Xuan had to be cautious.
Seeing the blood-red treasure fly towards him, Liu Yaotian and Wang Hu hurriedly cast spells, controlling their flying swords and brushes respectively to meet the attack.
Lin Xuan was about to command the Green Scale Formation when he sensed something unusual in the surrounding spirit energy. Without hesitation, Lin Xuan stepped back as if on reflex. A red light, a thumb thick, zipped past him with lightning speed, leaving a small hole in the stone wall with a pop.
Lin Xuan felt his scalp tingle; had it not been for his powerful divine consciousness, he would have fallen prey to this trap!
He turned his head and saw that the red light wasn't a spell or talisman but a blood-red tentacle. It quickly retracted into the ground.
No wonder the demon allowed Liu Yaotian to explain everything so clearly; it was setting a trap, luring them in like fish on a hook.
The initial attack was meant to draw their attention. Lin Xuan's expression turned grim as he looked back, a pungent smell of blood permeating his nostrils.
Liu Yaotian lowered his head and examined the tentacle that had pierced through his chest; his face showed clear resentment.
He was a Core Formation expert, yet he died so mysteriously.
His heart filled with不甘 (reluctance), he thought about his deep-seated grudge against humans. How could he meet his ancestors in the afterlife like this?
A bitter smile played on his lips as blood dripped to the ground; he felt his strength rapidly draining away.
Ambition and grand plans had all turned to dust at this moment.
With a snap, the tentacle retracted, taking with it his hundred-year cultivated golden core.
Liu Yaotian's blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground, eyes wide open in death. On the other side, Wang Hu met the same fate.
The tentacle swallowed the golden core and the demon gnawed on it loudly, its skin turning red as if it was bleeding profusely.
Then, with an unfriendly expression, the demon looked at Lin Xuan.
This young man had managed to escape unscathed; it left him somewhat surprised.
But he dismissed this mere Core Formation early-stage cultivator. Humans all deserved death.
Lin Xuan didn't speak. The enmity between humans and demons couldn't be resolved with a few words. Since they were here, there was only one way—fight to the death.
Lin Xuan tapped his storage pouch and summoned the Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword.
At the same time, he waved his sleeve, sending the Free Spirit Fan flying above him; a layer of green light shielded him.
Moon'er appeared before Lin Xuan with her fiendish banner in hand.
But this wasn't all of Lin Xuan's abilities. He flipped his left hand and a simple-looking mirror appeared in his palm.
"Concealment Mirror, Concealment Ancestor—what relation are you to me?"
Lin Xuan's series of actions had already left the demon speechless; a mere Core Formation cultivator possessed so many techniques and treasures. When he touched the magical mirror, his expression changed drastically, showing traces of hatred.
Lin Xuan's heart raced as he realized that this Concealment Mirror was an ancient relic from the Green Leaf Mountain, left behind by an Incarnation Stage cultivator. He didn't know who its original owner was, but based on the demon's tone, it seemed they had suffered a great defeat at the hands of this mirror.
Lin Xuan sneered; he wasn't in the mood to explain anything. He lifted his left hand and injected spirit force into the mirror. Dozens of light balls the size of fists shot out from the mirror surface, rushing towards the demon.
Seeing this, the demon's expression turned extremely serious as all three heads opened their mouths, spewing out a dozen bloodlights each.
The two groups of lights collided, exploding in an instant.
A heavy stench of blood filled the air. The bloodlights clung to the black light balls emitted by the mirror, gradually fading and eventually disappearing together.
Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's brows furrowed with gloom.
After obtaining these ancient treasures in Green Leaf Mountain, he had thoroughly studied them.
Apart from their power, which was truly beyond nature, once these light balls enveloped anything, whether it be a treasure or the cultivator themselves, they would lose large amounts of spirit force. This characteristic made most elemental spells useless against the black light balls.
The fact that these bloodlights could perish alongside the absorbent light balls surprised Lin Xuan.
On the other hand, the demon was relieved to see this result. In ancient times, he had fought Concealment Ancestor and suffered a crushing defeat. If not for using a self-damaging secret technique, his life would have been lost there!
The power of this treasure left him with lingering fear.
Fortunately, this young man's cultivation level was still shallow; the mirror's full power could only be used to three levels. Even so, he dared not linger and engage in prolonged combat.
The bloodlight spheres he had used earlier were indeed a great drain on his true essence.
Their first clash ended in a stalemate. Lin Xuan's eyes turned cold as he injected more spirit force into the ancient mirror.
Even if the demon's bloodlight spheres were powerful, how much power did he have to drive this technique? He intended to exhaust him completely.
Lin Xuan had his own plans; the demon was equally prepared. With six arms flailing, incantations rang out in an obscure language that Lin Xuan couldn't understand—perhaps it was from ancient times.
Seeing the demon's actions, Lin Xuan didn't rush to use the Concealment Mirror. He extended his right hand and pointed at the Free Spirit Sword above him.
A clear sound echoed as the Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword, filled with endless coldness, shot towards the demon.