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第三千八百一十五章 九种真灵

Before this, he had once fought to the death with a precious snake. However, even though the precious snake was a True Demon Ancestor, none of its moves could match what he faced now.

No, not that it couldn't be compared, but rather that it fell far short.

Each bone spur's power rivaled that of an innate divine treasure. And at this moment, the number of bone spurs was in the dozens, like a shower of flowers, each one triggering different heavenly laws, with subtleties too intricate to describe. This space seemed on the verge of collapsing under the strain.

Lin Xuan's expression was extremely grim.

The chaos realm was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Even if he hadn't yet mastered his domain, let alone if the strongest beings in the Three Realms were in his position, few would likely emerge unscathed.

This sounded outrageous, but it wasn't an exaggeration.

Currently, he faced a barrage from over ten innate divine treasures. This was far beyond Lin Xuan's capacity to handle; perhaps only the astonishing Rain桐 Fairy could withstand it all.

Was this really going to be his end?

Lin Xuan had already given up hope in his heart.

He knew his own abilities well—though they vastly outmatched those of his peers, there was no turning back now.

Rage, depression, and frustration...

But Lin Xuan couldn't sit idly by either. Even if it meant certain death, he would fight. At this moment, the Five Dragon Seal was his only hope.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, trying to summon the Five Dragon Seal... no, it should be called the Hundred Spirit Impress now. But something happened that made Lin Xuan's face pale.

The Hundred Spirit Impress showed no reaction at all; it seemed like a lifeless object.

Could this...

Lin Xuan had an inkling in his heart. He and his two main元婴s had just ascended, depleting the Hundred Spirit Impress of its stored energy. It needed to rest now.

Indeed, misfortunes never come singly.

Lin Xuan was both angry and anxious, barely able to sigh.

With his greatest reliance useless, he could only hope for the True Spirit Sword Art.

Though Lin Xuan knew it would likely be futile against such a fierce attack, any help would be welcome.

With thoughts racing, Lin Xuan acted.

"Break!"

With a loud shout, Lin Xuan pointed at a spot. Eighty-one immortal swords converged in different directions.

Simplifying the complex into nine.

Of varying lengths and shapes, their emitted essence energy was vastly different as well.

In just a moment, known as Nine Palaces, it represented metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, and illusion. At this moment, they simply reverted to their most basic forms.

Meanwhile, the two元婴s in his dantian floated with serious expressions. The true spirit core spun wildly.

A myriad of colorful shadows of true spirits emerged—most fleeting, but nine became increasingly clear.

Phoenix, true dragon, peacock, golden phoenix, Vermilion Bird, sunbird, qilin, and white tiger. The nine-headed bird was naturally indispensable as well.

Lin Xuan raised his head, letting out a clear roar that pierced the sky. He lifted his right hand to stroke his crown.

As Lin Xuan moved, the true spirit shadows vanished from his dantian.

Next moment, they appeared above him.

Nine powerful auras spread out.

The Nine Palaces swords began to respond, emitting divine light. Then, each of the nine true spirit shadows rushed towards a different immortal sword.

They fused together.

These shadows transformed into tangible entities.

True Spirit Sword Art!

Lin Xuan's technique was about to be unleashed.

Nine true spirits surrounded him. At this moment, the blood-red bone spurs were within striking distance.

Without Lin Xuan's command, the nine true spirits raised their heads in unison, emitting astonishing aura.

Each one was equivalent to a late-stage realm transcender.

The power of True Spirit Sword Art was shocking. But with the sounds of phoenix and dragon cries echoing in his ears, Phoenix and True Dragon led the charge against the bone spurs.

Courageous souls fear nothing!

Phoenix's posture was regal.

With a flap of its wings, it ignited a fiery storm, accompanied by a high-pitched phoenix cry. The flames converged to form two towering fire serpents.

Each over a hundred feet in diameter, they pierced the sky with thundering might.

Such an attack would be avoided even by a True Demon Ancestor.

However, each bone spur's power was comparable to that of innate divine treasures—concentrations of earthly malevolence.

The two bone spurs before Phoenix turned into a massive vortex.

Blood-red and over a hundred feet in diameter, it seemed bottomless, drawing one's heart and soul in.

Then, with a series of cracking sounds, several mountain-sized ghost heads flew out. Their mouths gnashed, spraying demon fire as they clashed with the fire serpents.

The battle was fierce, neither gaining an upper hand.

On the other side, True Dragon faced similar odds.

With a flick of its tail, layers of mountain shadows emerged.

Then those mountains transformed into solid entities, raining down from above. This time, it had to face three bone spurs.

Facing such might, the bone spurs rooted themselves in the ground, sprouting and growing into an endless forest.

Roots as thick as arms extended from the trees, forming a dense net that caught the falling mountains, wrapping them layer by layer. The roots contracted, seemingly trying to trap the mountains completely.

Excess roots writhed like demon snakes, swarming around True Dragon.

"Roar!"

The dragon's cry echoed in his ears.

Though not real, this True Dragon was proud due to its spiritual blood. Faced with countless vines, it was furious.

With a flick of its claws, golden claw shadows emerged, tearing through the void as they clashed with the vines.

Explosions filled the air, golden light and malevolence intertwined in the void, evenly matched.

True Dragon's might, Phoenix's strength, but the other true spirit shadows fared poorly against the blood-red bone spurs. They were overwhelmed, showing signs of defeat.

Lin Xuan's expression was grim. In just a few breaths, would this be his end?

(Youth Lion Book Alliance.)

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