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第三千三百七十一章 无上神通

Contrary to Medesnow's angry expression, Lin Xuan showed more impatience.

Though he had undergone countless trials and hardships, his cultivation in Qi Nourishment was already quite remarkable. However, his desire to reunite with Yue'er was urgent beyond measure.

Now that the beloved one was within reach, yet they could not meet immediately due to these external enemies. At the root of it all, Lin Xuan naturally hated them to the core. The impatient emotion in his heart gradually became hard to conceal.

Lin Xuan's true anger flared up, and his expression turned icy cold.

Turning his head, he sized up the two old monsters before him.

One was significantly taller than a normal person; what caught attention was that his entire body was enveloped by rolling flames. The dark flames emitted an eerielaw or rule power from within.

The other was a blurry black ghostly figure, its exact form indiscernible. More accurately, he had no specific form at all, resembling a ghost that could freely change shape.

Such a strange enemy made Lin Xuan's pupils constrict;Netherworld Spirits truly defied common sense.

But at this moment, Lin Xuan did not have the mood to delve deeper.

Eliminating these enemies quickly and reuniting with Yue'er was most important.

"If you two surrender now, I can spare you much suffering. Heaven has a benevolent heart. If your attitude is good, I might even consider sparing your lives."

Medesnow's face showed surprise when Lin Xuan spoke. The opponent was not weak; the master's words seemed overly presumptuous.

Even Medesnow thought so, but the two ghostly beings at the Transcendence stage were naturally enraged: "Little brat, daring to treat us as nothing! What are you? A cultivator or a true demon?"

"Alas!"

Lin Xuan sighed, his face filled with cold killing intent. "Since you refuse my good intentions and dare not die, go down to hell."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves. Silver light surged out from his sleeves like swordlight swimming through water.

Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry was a series of thin, ethereal swords as delicate as cicada wings. They circled and danced before him, drawing the primordial energy of heaven and earth into them.

"Go!"

Lin Xuan raised his right hand and pointed forward with one finger. Silver light blazed like mercury pouring down, myriad swordlights raining down to attack the enemies.

A true master could tell at a glance; Lin Xuan had no intention of probing further but instead unleashed an overwhelming attack, causing the two Transcendence-level ghostly beings to turn pale.

In fear and shock, they did not hide their weaknesses. The left-hand ghost let out a fierce roar as dark flames engulfed his entire body, burning fiercely like a raging inferno.

The flames rose into the sky, transforming into a lifelike black lotus. The lotus spun, shooting out crescent-shaped blade lights from its surface, densely covering half the sky and creating an astonishing spectacle when colliding with Nine Palaces Mustmoment (in this context, it might be a name or term that needs to be defined)剑.

A loud breaking sound echoed as the sky seemed to turn into a small lake. Black swordlight ripples danced inside it.

To be fair, the opponent's abilities were not trivial; these crescent-shaped blade lights left faint white traces in the air as they passed through the void.

But that was of no use.

Lin Xuan’s innate treasure was even more formidable. Nine Palaces Mustmoment (in this context, it might be a name or term that needs to be defined) could break anything. Almost immediately after contact, those black swordlights shattered into pieces and couldn’t withstand it at all.

Damn!

The Flame Ghost was alarmed. His companion beside him naturally wouldn't stand idly by. A heart-stopping ghost wail sounded as the opponent summoned a bag-like treasure.

The mouth of the bag opened, producing an ominous buzzing sound. Numerous grayish-white light balls appeared in his vision.

These light balls were only about the size of a thumb. But when they caught the wind, their volume suddenly increased.

In an instant, they transformed into long bone spears, breaking through the air and joining the battle.

Seeing this, the Flame Ghost was overjoyed. He cast several spells with one thought. The black lotus became blurry as it split into three, each identical to the previous one, shooting out more black blade lights.

The opponent, seeing that Nine Palaces Mustmoment (in this context, it might be a name or term that needs to be defined) couldn't hold up against them, decided on a strategy of overwhelming numbers. What a clever plan.

But Lin Xuan's lips curled in disdain. He clutched his hands, and electric arcs of dark green color shot from the surface of Nine Palaces Mustmoment (in this context, it might be a name or term that needs to be defined).

These arcs easily shattered those black blade lights and bone spears.

"How is that possible?"

The two ghosts were alarmed. The master had spoken arrogantly; their abilities must be extraordinary. They knew this but never imagined it would come to such a point.

Meanwhile, in the city, the Yellow Springs Ghost Mother and the Phantom Messenger approached a weak spot in the city's defenses. With their powers hidden, they couldn't be discovered amidst the ongoing siege.

"Ghost Mother, this is where the city’sprohibitive spell or restrictionis weakest. Although King Asura’s methods are formidable, despite millions of years of erosion, its power still leaves one awestruck. We will have a hard time breaking it," said the Phantom Messenger, his expression filled with admiration for the former King Asura.

That was a prideful era of strength in the entireNetherworld Realm. But as her reincarnation Yue'er, without her former supreme powers, she no longer deserved loyalty from him.

In the cultivation world, everything came down to power.

"Don't worry; we don’t need to break the wholeprohibitive spell or restriction. We just need to open a small gap for us to sneak in. This is something I can manage."

"Then please act quickly before night falls and more dreams come true."

"Hmph, even if you didn't say it, I would do this anyway."

Before the Yellow Springs Ghost Mother finished speaking, she began muttering under her breath.

Suddenly, nine light balls appeared behind her.

These light balls were dark in color, roughly the size of a chicken egg. Each contained an eerie rune.

Six Words Evil Ghost Curse!

An unparalleled power in theNetherworld Realm.

Legend said it encompassed seventy-two different secret arts, each with boundless uses.

Unfortunately, only the former King Asura excelled at all these powers. Even if one knew just one or two, they still reaped great benefits.

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