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第三千六百三十二章 真灵之威

The Demon Serpent King's face showed no fear as he swung his tail, fiercely lunging forward.

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with a cold killing intent.

With both hands clenching together, a burst of five-colored spiritual light and crystal radiance erupted from him, accompanied by the sounds of phoenix and dragon calls. The oppressive aura was released instantly, with Tiaomu leading the charge.

Regardless of his strength, in all true spirits, Tiaomu was known for its bravery.

Similarly, the Nine Palaces Sword that had materialized also displayed such courage.

Almost in a blink, it arrived before the Demon Serpent King.

"Unaware of death!"

The roar of three-headed dragons echoed into his ears as he raised his front claws and lunged downward.

Though this was an ordinary strike, its momentum was indescribable. It seemed to contain the power to uproot mountains and level seas; anything in its path would be obliterated effortlessly.

Tiaomu felt a sense of danger too.

The wisest choice at this moment was to retreat.

To charge headlong into battle was sheer foolishness.

But Tiaomu showed no fear.

Retreat?

Ha, it had always known nothing but advancement since birth.

Face-to-face combat?

Tiaomu's eyes flashed with a cold killing intent as he advanced instead of retreating. A roar and dragon call echoed into his ears before he raised his head, spewing out a blazing white light column from its blood-filled maw.

Boom!

A blast sounded, and gale-force winds scattered everywhere. The entire void seemed to transform into a stormy sea. Tiaomu's and the Demon Serpent King's figures blurred, making it impossible to discern anything but their continuous roar of tiger and dragon.

Though the process was complex, the battle only lasted an instant.

Tiaomu was indeed brave, but after all, it was just materialized.

Its strength fell far short compared to true spirits; at most, it could only unleash a fraction of its power.

Against ordinary foes, it was sufficient, but in front of the Demon Serpent King, it appeared inadequate.

After several exchanges, Tiaomu had already been battered and bruised.

It struggled to move, yet it still tenaciously refused to retreat.

"Idiot!"

The Demon Serpent King's eyes flashed with impatience as he opened his mouth, spewing out a black dragon breath that instantly engulfed Tiaomu.

Tiaomu vanished in an instant!

With Tiaomu's figure disappearing, a thin-as-chicken-wing immortal sword appeared in the void.

However, cracks began to appear on its surface, and the spiritual radiance became fainter, clearly damaged due to the materialization of Tiaomu's demise.

If another cultivator were in Lin Xuan's position, their own life essence weapon would have been affected too. While not certain to die, they would surely be grievously injured.

But a smile appeared on Lin Xuan's lips as his complexion remained rosy; he showed no signs of injury.

He raised his right hand and pointed forward: "Quickly!"

Before the words left his mouth, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

A loud 'bang' echoed in the ears. The damaged spiritual sword actually exploded on its own, turning into fragments of varying sizes that sparkled like stars in the void.

This outcome left the Demon Serpent King dumbfounded. But then, another unbelievable sight occurred.

Woo...

Without any warning, a gust of wind swept out, enveloping the fragments of the immortal sword.

They converged towards the center, and before long, a thin-as-chicken-wing immortal sword reappeared in his vision.

"What...?"

The Demon Serpent King was speechless, almost disbelieving this bizarre scene. The transformation of the sword spirit into nothingness wasn't a secret technique of the Hundred Flowers Immortal; it wouldn't be passed on to outsiders. Where did this young Lin learn such a skill?

But now, there was no time for further investigation.

Not only had the damaged immortal sword been restored, but other true spirits also fiercely lunged forward.

This time, Phoenix led the charge.

Phoenix calls resounded as it spread its wings and soared into the sky, with a wingspan of over a hundred feet. A flurry of crescent-shaped light blades appeared, creating a barrage like a storm of arrows towards the Demon Serpent King.

Its speed was incredible; the Demon Serpent King had no time to dodge.

In an instant, it was engulfed by the countless wind blades.

Pfft... sounds echoed as its protective spiritual aura, formidable though it was, was easily torn apart by the wind blades. Blood splattered out.

Though the scales provided some resistance, it couldn't avoid injury.

Damn!

The Demon Serpent King roared in anger. If he were the true king of a hundred birds, his single incarnation wouldn't stand a chance. But this transformed Phoenix dared to be so arrogant.

A tiger that doesn't roar is mistaken for a sick cat?

Anger flashed across his face as he vanished from sight.

Spatial法则!

An incomprehensible secret technique!

But it depended on who the enemy was at the moment.

Using spatial techniques before Phoenix would be like showcasing one's skills in front of Lu Ban, utterly foolish.

The Demon Serpent King intended to retreat to Phoenix's side but heard a clear call.

Red light flashed as Phoenix flapped its wings, causing the void to distort and collapse. A large, white hole appeared without warning.

Over ten feet wide!

The void twisted, filled with grayish-black demonic energy, and three-headed dragons' figures became indistinct before they tumbled out of the void.

Its face was full of rage and embarrassment; no matter how hard it tried to hide, its spatial displacement technique had been forcibly interrupted.

In other words, its understanding of spatial techniques was clearly inferior to that of Phoenix.

The Demon Serpent King was extremely frustrated but then another clear call echoed in his ears.

He turned around just as a sea of flames engulfed him.

Amidst the flames, a slender-bodied true spirit materialized, resembling Phoenix in appearance but slightly thinner.

Its identity was clear...

Red-crowned Crane, controlling purple-red flames, capable of burning everything in existence, even melting and igniting the void itself.

The three-headed dragons had no place to hide; they were instantly swallowed by terrifying flames.

Sizzle...

A crackle of lightning sounded as Nine-headed Bird's body was enveloped in flames and electric arcs. Its nine identical heads were all fierce beyond measure.

With a mouthful, the sky was pierced by a barrage of lightning like swords, covering the Demon Serpent King from head to toe.

The Demon Serpent King struggled left and right but found it useless. His strength wasn't weak, but one could not stand against overwhelming numbers.

Surrounded by true spirits, various attacks rained down, leaving him in a precarious position. (To be continued...)

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