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第三千四百八十二章 无坚不摧

The situation arose suddenly!

The angle was extremely sharp, and the blood ray came like a sudden gust of wind.

The old man with a black face was greatly alarmed.

There was no time to dodge now; he couldn't even turn his body slightly.

"Puff..."

Blood splattered out as his head was taken off.

However, this wasn’t the end.

That strand of blood ray adhered to him like a parasitic worm.

His body rapidly shriveled before their eyes in just these few moments. His entire body's essence and blood seemed to have been absorbed by that strand of blood ray.

Even his yuan shen did not escape, still showing signs of terror on its face.

Then the blood ray appeared again, precisely the item suspected to be a先天灵宝 (Primordial Treasure).

At this moment, the evil aura it emitted was even stronger.

This wasn’t possession.

It resembled an attack by heart demons invading the body somewhat.

In simpler terms, it was walking into madness.

Such things were actually many vague legends in the cultivation world.

Legend had it that in ancient times, there were some weapons of astonishing power.

They could be called magical treasures.

These treasures each possessed abilities that left people speechless.

However, precisely because they were too powerful, such weapons weren’t something ordinary cultivators could control.

The saying goes, "A guest cannot overpower the host," but these treasures could go against this logic.

If a cultivator’s strength was insufficient and they obtained such treasures, it would be more of a curse than a blessing. They would fall victim to heart demons and become slaves to the treasure.

For example, Zhang Qi before his eyes.

At this moment, he was merely a puppet controlled by that treasure.

Soon, several beams of light entered their field of vision.

Although the strange phenomenon had disappeared, cultivators with good memories quickly found the location.

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, it was easy to get lost. But for some reason, the direction became extremely clear at this moment.

It seemed as if someone was setting a trap behind them, playing a game that lured people like moths to a flame. However, few cultivators noticed the details and twists in between.

"Ahh!"

A cry of pain echoed. It wasn't coincidental; the first to arrive were still several Spirit Formation cultivators.

Members from Hundred Poison Sect!

The sect, as local experts, acted swiftly.

Not only was Old Patriarch Hundred Poison here, but there were also many Spirit Formation cultivators who entered the Ten Thousand Mountains in search of treasures earlier than him.

Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they quickly arrived. They weren’t the first to arrive, but they didn’t lag far behind.

However, what awaited them was a very tragic outcome.

The strange blood ray reappeared.

Cries of pain filled the air as this demonic sword grew even more powerful after drinking its fill of blood.

A Transcendence cultivator couldn't say much, but facing several Spirit Formation cultivators at this moment was like cutting through butter. It was truly势如破竹 (like a bamboo shoot splitting open).

Soon, the heads and bodies of several members from Hundred Poison Sect were separated, their fates similar to that of the old man with the black face.

This scene just so happened to fall into the eyes of a Transcendence cultivator.

He was a thin man whose appearance was unremarkable, but his cultivation level was genuinely at the Transcendence stage.

His face showed surprise, then turned serious.

It wasn’t a先天灵宝 (Primordial Treasure), but an ancient传承下来的魔器 (Inherited Magical Artifact).

Even if he obtained it, there would be no use for him.

The thin man’s expression showed hesitation before he turned to leave.

But it was too late!

Zhang Qi’s face suddenly hardened as the strange blood ray pierced through the air once again, like a gust of wind, aiming at his neck.

"Die!"

The thin man was enraged.

He had already chosen to retreat. The other party dared to provoke him, but he was merely a puppet controlled by that magical artifact. Although its strength might be slightly greater than before, it ultimately only reached the Spirit Formation stage.

Wasn’t he just unwilling to take risks? Could he really be considered soft?

The thin man reacted quickly despite his shock and anger.

He turned his body and stretched out his right hand.

As he moved, a red glow appeared. After condensing slightly, it transformed into a large hand with sharp fingertips, reaching down fiercely.

Although this was just an ordinary strike, it carried the profound power of a Transcendence cultivator. How could it be compared to a normal one?

Then, it collided with that streak of blood light.

There was no suspense; the large hand was cut in half and fell.

The thin man was stunned by such results, far beyond his expectations. He shook out his sleeves and released a blue flying sword.

A sharp flash appeared as it blocked the way.

However, the blood ray still struck without hesitation.

Sighs of pain filled their ears as the blue flying sword was almost completely destroyed, turning into ordinary iron that fell from the sky.

"Impossible!"

The thin man’s face showed disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he saw before his eyes. Although this immortal sword wasn’t his own main treasure, its power was formidable. It had never been destroyed in battles with peers, but now...

Wasn’t this too exaggerated?

Even among the ten most powerful ancient magical artifacts, none had such power.

Could it be that he misjudged and this wasn’t one of the ten ancient magical artifacts? Was it something even more terrifying?

The thin man’s expression was extremely unpleasant. There was no time to ponder now.

That bright strand of blood ray was only a few dozen feet away from him.

Dodge was already too late, but fortunately, he had a defensive treasure that had been refined and could be summoned at critical moments without needing to be activated.

Sure enough, whizzing sounds filled the air as twelve shields flew out from his body surface.

They converged in the middle, forming layers of defense before him.

It might even block the风雨 (rain and wind).

This was his main treasure.

Right, a shield.

Among cultivators, those who used flying swords as their main treasures were the most numerous.

Other weapons like throwing knives and long spears weren’t rare either. Some cultivators’ main treasures had shapes that could be considered extremely bizarre.

However, one thing was consistent: they were all offensive treasures.

Throughout the three realms, spanning ancient times to the present, there wasn’t a single person who had refined shields into their main treasure. It was truly凤毛麟角 (rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns).

This thin man was one of them.

And he had an entire set of treasures; there were twelve shields in total.

His strength aside, his defensive power was unparalleled among peers at the same stage.

So although that blood ray looked formidable, there wasn’t much fear on his face.

It was a confidence.

His treasure would definitely block it.

However, soon, that confident expression froze.

Sizzle...

The blood ray struck. Accompanied by breaking sounds, the sturdy shields were torn apart like tofu one after another.

"Impossible..."

The thin man’s eyes showed shock and anger, but he couldn’t change the outcome. His fate was the same as those Spirit Formation cultivators.

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