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第五卷 天云十二州 第八百九十六章 混元老祖不简单

However, during the refinement of his innate soul technique, he did not use much precious material. After hundreds of years of cultivation under the nurturing flames, it had become extremely sharp and also came with several strange incantations. If the opponent was not careful, they would be injured by these secret techniques.

Previously, relying on this treasure, even when facing peers, he often managed to gain an advantage and remain invincible. He did not expect that this time, the treasure had no effect at all before being mysteriously destroyed.

The Great Ancestor of Mixed Essence was shocked and angered. Given his connection with the treasure through his soul, he was caught off guard and suffered a severe blow.

Lin Xuan watched everything unfold, his face showing icy hatred. Seizing the opportunity when his enemy was weak, Lin Xuan would not show mercy to his enemies.

With one finger strike, the Green Flame Sword's momentum increased even more as it fiercely stabbed towards the opponent.

The Great Ancestor of Mixed Essence took a sharp breath and quickly reached out, tapping his waist. A flash of light appeared before him, and a white,森然 shield materialized in front of him.

Made from beast bones, this shield was terrifyingly fierce but had extremely strong defensive capabilities. It clashed with the Green Flame Sword, its surface showing several cracks.

"Not bad, not bad."

Lin Xuan did not get angry; instead, he clapped his hands lightly: "You are indeed the Great Elder of the Moon Shadow Clan. You do have some treasures on you. But do you think a few items can escape my family's hands?"

Before the words were fully spoken, Lin Xuan released his divine consciousness. The Green Flame Sword flashed and retreated several feet before fiercely stabbing at the opponent.

The Great Ancestor of Mixed Essence was already terrified, only able to manipulate that white bone shield to block attacks temporarily.

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan had many tricks up his sleeve, not just the Green Flame Sword.

With a flick of his fingers, he cast a spell into the Yin-Yang Demon Jie.

This jie raised its head and once again emitted the heart-stopping black and white阴风 from its blood-filled maw.

Lin Xuan did not stop there. With his left hand, a small gourd appeared in his palm.

"Rise!"

Lin Xuan threw this treasure towards his head, palms clasped together as he cast another spell. The gourd emitted a bright light, turning red and growing significantly larger before splitting into three parts, releasing shocking amounts of essence qi.

"An ancient treasure!"

The Great Ancestor of Mixed Essence's pupils constricted. He had experienced the pain of an ancient treasure in the幽州 when he was at the same cultivation stage. Those relics from prehistoric times were all extraordinary, making it impossible for him to win regardless of his higher rank and wealth.

Despite his reluctance, as a formidable figure, he forcefully suppressed any thoughts of reclaiming the treasure. For now, there was no chance of getting it back; he would have to find another way later.

With this in mind, he did not hesitate. He reached out and tapped his waist several times, summoning a series of eight different magical treasures.

Lin Xuan felt somewhat puzzled by the abundance of treasures but their faint light indicated they were of lower quality, even some failed products.

What use could such items have? Even with Lin Xuan's composure, he showed signs of confusion on his face.

The Great Ancestor of Mixed Essence's expression was solemn as he muttered obscure incantations. Under his spell, the magical treasures exploded one after another.

Bright lights filled the air, and the fragments scattered like miniature meteors.

Lin Xuan's face changed. He no longer focused on attacking with his magical treasures but instead summoned the Black Iron Dragon Armor Shield to protect himself.

The Great Ancestor of Mixed Essence showed regret in his eyes but did not delay. He transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the horizon.

This old monster, seeing the situation worsening, abandoned his friends."

There was nothing surprising about this; cultivators were inherently selfish.

The explosion of eight magical treasures was incredibly powerful. Even if an advanced middle-stage immortals could survive, they would still be injured to some extent. However, Lin Xuan's divine perception clearly outmatched those of the same cultivation stage, allowing him to remain calm despite such a sneak attack.

After the echoes faded, Lin Xuan looked in the direction the Great Ancestor of Mixed Essence fled, his brows slightly raised with a hint of mockery on his lips.

This old monster was indeed impressive. To escape, he could discard so many treasures without hesitation. Knowing that even low-grade magical treasures were far more valuable than spiritual artifacts, several together would be no small sum; it seemed the other party really did not mind losing them."

Clever as he was, all of his efforts were in vain. Lin Xuan released his divine consciousness and quickly locked onto the Great Ancestor's aura.

His body enveloped in green light, he transformed into a streak of light to chase after him.

On the ground, only the Corpse Demon and the Black Tiger King continued their fierce battle, exchanging blows that sent sand flying.

What was strange was that this place was only twenty miles from the Peacock's lair. The battle was so intense, yet the lord of Cangming Mountain showed no signs of presence.

Was she just not in her lair or had something else happened?

On the other side,

The quiet forest lay in ruins as Cloud Peak fell to the ground. His appearance was pitiful; his flesh and blood withered like a desiccated corpse dug up from a grave.

Dragon Sister was an exotic creature from the wilderness, too violent. The senior clearly stated that unless there were the divine powers of an advanced middle-stage immortal, one could not control Dragon Sister's spirit within the banner.

To protect his wife's escape, Cloud Peak had no choice but to ignore this warning. If he did not summon the sister's soul, how could he possibly match three old monsters at the same cultivation stage?

He used his essence blood to suppress Dragon Sister's soul, which was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst. In less than an hour, his entire essence blood had been drained by ten percent. He felt as if he were.

If a condensation period cultivator, he would have already perished. Although he managed to survive, it was only by苟延残喘 (barely hanging on).

Without the replenishment of essence blood, Dragon Sister's soul no longer obeyed his commands and returned to the banner.

The three old monsters staggered as they landed.

They had also suffered significant losses earlier. The spider soul's power far exceeded their imagination; even if it was not at the level of a late-stage cultivator, its strength was comparable. If time dragged on, who would win remained uncertain.

Their eyes grew hotter as they looked at that banner.

This really was a lucky find!

They glanced at the lying down witch. She posed no threat now. The woman in courtly attire hesitated for a moment before slowly walking over.

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