← 百炼成仙

第三千七百九十一章 重创宝蛇

With his extensive knowledge, he had never heard of such a thing.

The sword light, as an intangible yet tangible entity, actually turned to stone. If not for witnessing it with his own eyes, he would hardly believe what was happening before him.

This didn't seem like the laws of nature; rather, it resembled a妖族's innate secret technique.

As the true demon progenitor, could the precious snake also possess such innate supernatural powers?

If so, that meant her original form wasn’t a pure demon but had some bestial bloodline?

Of course, this was just speculation with no evidence to support it.

At this moment, Lin Xuan didn't have the mood to delve into these matters. After exhausting his efforts and finally creating such an advantageous situation, he wouldn't let a small setback ruin everything.

Adapt as you may, water will find its way through stone.

Although the attack seemed ineffective for now, Lin Xuan wasn’t discouraged in the least. Any supernatural power required a cost; he wanted to see how long his opponent could endure.

With thoughts racing, Lin Xuan advanced instead of retreating and struck out with a fist.

As he moved, a true dragon's shadow appeared, its claws overlapping with his fist. Golden light surged forth, pressing down with overwhelming might.

Roar!

The precious snake sensed the danger and turned its head towards him. Lin Xuan felt an eerie demonic power; his fist became stiff, its surface growing rough, as if stone skin was about to emerge.

"Nice try."

Facing the crisis, Lin Xuan didn’t retreat but poured more magical energy into it.

A hero fears not!

Watch my Law of Strength!

The nine-headed bird's shadow appeared behind him. A noisy voice echoed.

Its nine heads showed defiance in every glance.

Accompanying them were lightning and fire laws.

At this moment, the precious snake used all her strength to unleash her innate power. The remaining energy only barely covered her body for defense; she couldn’t counter Lin Xuan’s laws of nature.

Boom!

The deafening sound filled his ears as Lin Xuan's arm emitted multicolored spiritual light, with illusory heavenly fire covering it. Facing the chaotic yin energy, the precious snake’s innate power was also ineffective.

Struck by a powerful punch.

It felt like opening a hole in a full water basin.

The precious snake’s defenses instantly showed weakness.

Her stone-like power was interrupted, and the sound of breaking air filled his ears again.

Sizzle…

Rain of sword light fell from all directions, colorful sword beams converging on her head… or rather, the magical snakes covering it.

With hissing sounds, her grotesque hair was sliced into pieces.

"Ahh!"

Pain etched across the precious snake’s face. She was then surrounded by a barrage of sword beams once more.

Lin Xuan's expression showed pain as well.

After expending so much magical energy in this process, but what did that matter? At this stage of the battle, they were already competing on sheer willpower beyond just spells and techniques.

He believed he would be the last one standing.

Painful though it was, Lin Xuan drank two more bottles of immortal milk. Though he knew consuming too much magical energy could be as harmful as drinking poison to quench thirst, what did that matter?

With this crisis unpassed, where was his future?

The immortal milk quickly transformed into a warm current, nourishing his body.

Lin Xuan raised his hand, and the Nine Palaces Needles appeared in his palm. Thin like a cicada’s wing, they were almost translucent.

Though nine swords combined seemed fragile, they contained awe-inspiring magical power.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan poured all his energy into them. With a flick of his wrist, he swung them downward.

The action was graceful and silent, yet an immense sword aura emerged, overshadowing the clouds with its grandeur.

But in an instant, it vanished, all the sword beams compressed into a fine crystal thread.

The precious snake’s pupils constricted as her fur stood on end. She felt a profound threat.

Her face showed disbelief.

At this moment, Lin Xuan was simultaneously controlling two先天灵宝 (primordial spirit treasures). According to logic, he should have reached his limit, yet he still dared to use his命宝 (life treasure) for such an attack. Wasn’t he afraid of rupturing his meridians here?

Ordinary cultivators would have long perished by now; why could he endure it?

The precious snake couldn't comprehend the intricacies.

Even if Lin Xuan was skilled in body cultivation, this still defied explanation.

But there wasn’t time to delve into these details. Lin Xuan used all his efforts for one decisive move.

This sword didn’t hold back and, with his current strength, its power rivaled that of a先天灵宝 (primordial spirit treasure).

The shadow flashed before the precious snake’s face, breaking her defenses.

"No…"

Panic etched across the precious snake's face. She pushed out both hands, each palm emitting black light. But she was at her last gasp; the hastily summoned domain had no effect.

Various laws intertwined, and this time, her domain was sliced apart. In a cacophony of strange whistles, multicolored lights danced wildly before forming into a giant ball that swallowed the precious snake whole.

Lin Xuan wasn’t satisfied. Magical energy continued to pour in, with sword beams still erupting from the nine mountains.

In an instant, the entire void was fragmented, and all the sword beams rushed towards the light ball, vanishing instantly.

Boom!

The process lasted about a cup of tea’s time before the light ball became so bright it couldn’t contain more. A deafening sound echoed as light filled the sky and ground, turning the deep valley into an eye of a storm.

The precious snake was entirely engulfed and vanished without trace.

...

It felt like an instant but seemed to have passed for a hundred years. Time rules were likely disrupted; Lin Xuan didn’t know how much time had passed.

Finally, all smoke cleared, and the scene before him gradually became clear.

The true demon progenitor appeared before him.

But at this point, she was utterly disheveled. Her body was broken, reduced to a head with bones below her neck.

Yet, she hadn’t fallen yet.

Her gaze was cold and filled with hatred: "Good, good, Lin boy, you did exceptionally well. A mere late-stage cultivator destroyed my physical form. Do you know how many years of forging I’ve spent…?"

(Youth Lion Book Alliance.)

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