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第三百七十四章 聚阴罩

A rumbling sound echoed, and the sky erupted with black and red hues. Fiery spiritual flames intertwined with each other. The Divine Flame Spirit Pearl faced off against the opponent's precious treasure without yielding.

Seeing this, the Ghost King stomped his foot, causing a surge of demonic energy to rise from his body. It transformed into a black tornado, about several dozen feet in diameter, reaching up to the sky and down to the ground, its presence shocking. It whirled towards Lin Xuan with great force.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly, but he did not dodge. Instead, he flicked his sleeve, and the Drifting Cloud Snowfall Sword shot out, slicing at a spot several feet behind him.

The previously empty space suddenly emitted black smoke, accompanied by an unpleasant stench as howls of pain echoed. The True Ghost King revealed its true form, displaying a mix of shock and anger on its face.

In the next moment, the terrifying demonic energy tornado approached Lin Xuan's chest, only to dissipate mysteriously without any impact.

This was merely an illusion!

"Damn it! How did you see through this?"

"As I have said before, your tricks are nothing but a mere cloud in my eyes. There is no need for you to continue showing off," Lin Xuan sneered, his face filled with disdain.

"You…" The True Ghost King's anger flared as he was about to pounce and fight. However, it seemed like he remembered something and stopped mid-air, the fury on his face gradually fading away.

Seeing that his taunt had failed, Lin Xuan's expression turned serious.

"Boy, your abilities are indeed impressive. But your luck has run out here. The True Ghost King extended its sharp claws, rubbing them together to heal a wound on its shoulder with an incredible speed.

Lin Xuan would not stand idly by. He opened his mouth and expelled a stream of essence qi, which the Drifting Cloud Snowfall Sword absorbed, causing it to emit a brilliant white light as it slashed fiercely at the ghost.

The Ghost King sneered and raised one claw, releasing two ghost-head flying spears that clashed with Lin Xuan's Immortal Dao sword, still evenly matched.

This situation frustrated Lin Xuan. Although he had not used all his abilities and only employed two treasures, he was maintaining a stalemate despite his efforts.

After all, both the Divine Flame Spirit Pearl and the Drifting Cloud Snowfall Sword were ancient treasures. The ghost-head flying spears' origins remained unknown, but they showed no signs of weakening either.

Lin Xuan did not know this. Despite his frustration, the True Ghost King was equally enraged. The two treasures it wielded had been given by its mentor, Lord Ghost Tian. They had been nourished with ten-thousand-year-old demonic energy in the Yin Sha Cave for countless years. Ordinary condensation core stage cultivators' treasures would inevitably be tainted by this demonic essence, leading to a significant loss of spiritual power.

However, the two treasures Lin Xuan released seemed unaffected.

The True Ghost King's heart raced as it sniffed the air and detected a primitive aura.

Ancient treasure!

This discovery made the ghost king lick its lips. Condensation core stage cultivators with two ancient treasures were rare indeed. Could this boy have an unsung round infant period elder behind him?

Of course, now was not the time to dwell on the opponent's identity; he must quickly resolve this situation.

After the initial chaos, the cultivators had gradually regained their composure.

Although the main array had been broken, these cunning fellows had set up numerous small restraints. After retreating several miles, they rallied and relied on these arrays to fend off the ghostly creatures' attacks.

The dozen or so ferocious souls in the right wing were particularly successful, decimating human cultivators and pushing them back, leaving them isolated deep within enemy territory.

These ghosts did not act impulsively; their own cultivation levels were formidable. Even the weakest among them was no weaker than late-stage foundation establishment stage cultivators. The saying "the bolder the better" applied to these ghostly entities as well.

With their combined strength and the covering force of ghost soldiers behind them, they could easily handle any concealed array.

However, after encountering such an array, they found themselves not only facing hidden traps but also dozens of cultivators within the array. The retreating opponents turned around to attack, releasing their magical artifacts and spiritual talismans. The outcome was inevitable; they were ambushed, and all the ferocious ghosts were utterly defeated.

Although this loss did not significantly impact the overall situation, it boosted the morale of the cultivators. The stalemate in the battle intensified as a result.

This made the True Ghost King frown deeply. Meanwhile, his two fellow peers were separately engaged by Lady Lan and Wang Peng.

Though these two cultivators' strength was inferior to Lin Xuan's, their opponents—the ghost kings—did not display any remarkable abilities either.

The True Ghost King wanted to break this stalemate but needed to eliminate the obstacle in front of him first.

After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled out an object from his pocket.

Lin Xuan focused on it. It was about the size of a palm and resembled a bone tile.

What kind of treasure was this? Although Lin Xuan was not afraid, he did not take any chances as he reached into his storage bag.

Seeing this, the True Ghost King snarled and raised its claw to activate the bone tile. It spun rapidly and exploded in a black light dome…

A black energy shield materialized and expanded outward.

Almost instantly, it encompassed an area of one hundred feet around them, moving so fast that Lin Xuan did not have time to react.

"What is this…" Inside the energy shield, Lin Xuan's face showed surprise. He felt no discomfort but noticed a much denser aura of阴气 (yīn qì) than before. A gentle breeze brought a chill and an eerie sensation.

Could it be…

Lin Xuan guessed that it was indeed a聚阴罩 (jù yīn zhào).

"In this凝聚阴罩, my abilities will increase by at least fifty percent. Given your daoist lineage, you can only exert about seventy percent of your power here. With the balance shifting in my favor, you have no chance of victory. If you kneel and surrender now, I might spare your life and allow you to reincarnate."

However, Lin Xuan's expression remained unchanged as a sneer formed on his lips.

A凝聚阴罩 (jù yīn zhào) was indeed such a thing. To kill him, this guy really spared no expense!

The so-called凝聚阴罩 could be found among human cultivators too, but it was more akin to an array than a true treasure. However, it was extremely rare, and few array masters could craft one. These treasures were mostly for personal use and rarely circulated outside.

Lin Xuan had only seen such a treasure in ancient texts; it was called the聚灵罩 (jù líng zhào).

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