jīng bái gǔ huǒ
晶白骨火
Crystal White Bone Fire
miào yōu xiān zi jiāo qū dǒu ， rěn bú zhù tuì hòu yī bù ， xiǎng bú dào duì fāng qū shǐ de ， hái bú shì pǔ tōng de shuǐ jīng tóu gǔ ， jū rán néng gòu jià yù zhè zhǒng jí hán shǔ xìng de mó yán le 。
妙幽仙子娇躯抖，忍不住退后一步，想不到对方驱使的，还不是普通的水晶头骨，居然能够驾驭这种极寒属性的魔炎了。
Miao You Fairy's delicate body trembled as she reluctantly took a step back. She hadn't expected the opponent to be wielding something more than just an ordinary crystal skull; it could even control such extreme cold属性魔炎.
ér lěng yǔ dú ， qià hǎo xiāng shēng xiāng kè ， rú guǒ zì jǐ de bì cán gǔ yǐ rán chéng shú ， huò xǔ dào bù yòng wèi jù shén me ， bù guò xiàn zài ……
而冷与毒，恰好相生相克，如果自己的碧蚕蛊已然成熟，或许倒不用畏惧什么，不过现在……
Cold and poison complement each other, but if her Green Silkworm蛊 had already matured, perhaps she wouldn’t have feared much. However, now...
qià hǎo bèi kè dé sǐ sǐ de 。
恰好被克得死死的。
She was being thoroughly outmatched.
miào yōu xiān zi suī xīn zhōng fèn nù ， dàn yě míng bái duì fāng jì yǒu zhè zhǒng bǎo wù ， zì jǐ kǒng pà shì wàn wàn méi yǒu qǔ shèng de jī huì le 。
妙幽仙子虽心中愤怒，但也明白对方既有这种宝物，自己恐怕是万万没有取胜的机会了。
Though Miao You Fairy was angry in her heart, she knew that with the opponent having such a treasure, she likely had no chance of victory.
tā rěn bú zhù shēn chū yù shǒu ， mō le mō zì jǐ de xiǎo fù ， zhàng fū yǐ rán xiān qù ， zì jǐ yí dìng dé huó zhe ， wèi tā liú xià gǔ xuè ， rì hòu cái yǒu jī huì bào chóu 。
她忍不住伸出玉手，摸了摸自己的小腹，丈夫已然仙去，自己一定得活着，为他留下骨血，日后才有机会报仇。
Unable to resist, she stretched out her jade hand and touched her small abdomen. Her husband was already an immortal; she must live on for him, leaving behind his flesh and blood so that one day she could seek revenge.
jiàn duì fāng yǐ yǒu qiè yì ， hào tiān guǐ dì dé yì wú bǐ ， kuáng xiào shēng zhōng ， huī wǔ yī xiù ， qū shǐ nà shuǐ jīng kū lóu ， è hěn hěn de pū xiàng le duì shǒu ……
见对方已有怯意，昊天鬼帝得意无比，狂笑声中，挥舞衣袖，驱使那水晶骷髅，恶狠狠的扑向了对手……
Seeing the other party showing signs of fear, Heavenly Ghost Emperor felt immensely triumphant. With a boisterous laugh, he waved his sleeves, commanding the crystal skull to fiercely attack its opponent...
jǐn jǐn piàn kè ， jiù xiǎn xiàng huán shēng ， miào yōu xiān zi jǐn yǎo bèi chǐ ， liǎn sè jiàn jiàn cāng bái ， shuō nán tīng diǎn tā xiàn zài bù guò shì gǒu yán cán chuǎn 。
仅仅片刻，就险象环生，妙幽仙子紧咬贝齿，脸色渐渐苍白，说难听点她现在不过是苟延残喘。
In just a moment, it became perilously close. Miao You Fairy gritted her teeth and her face turned pale. She was merely eking out a survival.
ér lìng yī biān 。
而另一边。
On another side,
kǒng què xiān zi de xíng shì què sì hū bìng méi yǒu nà me jiān nán 。
孔雀仙子的形势却似乎并没有那么艰难。
Pheasant Fairy's situation didn't seem as difficult.
yù tā miàn duì de shì liǎng miàn jiā jī ， dàn yī jiù biǎo xiàn dé yóu rèn yǒu yú ， ér kǒng què jì chū de fǎ bǎo gèng shì gǔ guài wú bǐ 。
昱她面对的是两面夹击，但依旧表现得游刃有余，而孔雀祭出的法宝更是古怪无比。
Yi faced two sides of attack but still managed with ease. The pheasant's法宝 were incredibly strange—five colorful feathers, vivid in color, almost like plucked from her own tail.
jū rán shì wǔ gēn cǎi sè de líng yǔ ， yán sè yàn lì yǐ jí ， kàn shàng qù gèng yǎn shú wú bǐ …… jiù fǎng fú shì cóng tā zì jǐ wěi ba shàng zhāi xià lái de 。
居然是五根彩色的翎羽，颜色艳丽以极，看上去更眼熟无比……就仿佛是从她自己尾巴上摘下来的。
Indeed, they had been taken from her tail. Beast creatures' fur and bones could be used to forge such treasures. Pheasant Fairy couldn't self-mutilate, but the feathers on her tail possessed immense power, especially since they were connected by blood, making them easier to wield.
shì shí yě què rán rú cǐ 。
事实也确然如此。
She flicked her wrist, and five colorful rays of light emerged from her crest feather.
yāo shòu de pí máo gǔ gé ， běn lái jiù kě yǐ yòng lái liàn zhì fǎ bǎo de ， kǒng què dāng rán bù kě néng zì cán zhī tǐ ， bù guò wěi ba shàng de líng yǔ ， tóng yàng jù yǒu mò ** lì ， ér qiě yóu yú shì xuè mài xiāng lián de dōng xī ， shǐ yòng qǐ lái yuè jiā de yùn zhuàn rú yì 。
妖兽的皮毛骨骼，本来就可以用来炼制法宝的，孔雀当然不可能自残肢体，不过尾巴上的翎羽，同样具有莫**力，而且由于是血脉相连的东西，使用起来越加的运转如意。
Though the myriad spirits were fierce, they seemed to fear this light. As soon as they touched it, they melted like ice in sunlight, vanishing without a trace.
zhǐ jiàn tā qīng qīng yī shuǎi ， jiù yǒu wǔ cǎi de xiá guāng cóng hàn yǔ shàng fú xiàn chū lái 。
只见她轻轻一甩，就有五彩的霞光从颔羽上浮现出来。
What an odd power!
wàn qiān yuān hún suī rán xiōng è ， kě wéi dú duì nà xiá guāng ， què yǒu xiē wèi jù shì de ， zhǐ yào yī bèi lá dào jiù fǎng fú yáng guāng xià de bīng xuě ， zhòu rán róng huà dé wú yǐng wú zōng 。
万千冤魂虽然凶恶，可惟独对那霞光，却有些畏惧似的，只要一被砬到就仿佛阳光下的冰雪，骤然融化得无影无踪。
The female cultivator in traditional attire was furious. She had used her body as a vessel for holding vengeful souls, and its power was immense. She hadn't encountered an intermediate-stage元婴 monster before, but now she faced one. She never expected this.
hào gǔ guài de shén tōng !
好古怪的神通!
In just a few exchanges, thousands of spirits were lost. The woman felt heartache to the extreme.
gōng zhuāng nǚ xiū dà nù ， tā yǐ ** zuò wèi róng nà yuān hún de fǎ qì ， běn lái wēi lì wú bǐ ， yǐ qián yòu bú shì méi yù jiàn guò yuán yīng zhōng qī de lǎo guài wù ， kě tóng yàng shì wú wǎng ér bù lì de ， wàn wàn bù céng xiǎng zhè huí què yù jiàn le duì tóu 。
宫装女修大怒，她以**做为容纳冤魂的法器，本来威力无比，以前又不是没遇见过元婴中期的老怪物，可同样是无往而不利的，万万不曾想这回却遇见了对头。
With a sharp cry, she summoned her silver hook treasure, which streaked with blood, aiming at Pheasant Fairy.
jǐn jǐn jǐ gè zhào miàn ， yuān hún jiù sǔn shī le shù qiān zhī duō ， cǐ nǚ jiǎn zhí xīn téng dào le jí chù 。
仅仅几个照面，冤魂就损失了数千之多，此女简直心疼到了极处。
Pheasant Fairy gracefully sidestepped and flicked her feathers again, releasing another burst of colorful light.
yī shēng jiāo chì ， jiāng nà duì yín gōu fǎ bǎo jì chū ， dài zhe nóng nóng de xuè xīng zhī qì ， zǎn cì xiàng le
一声娇叱，将那对银钩法宝祭出，带着浓浓的血腥之气，攒刺像了
This time, the five colors separated into a monstrous hand eight or so feet long. With its fingers spread wide, it gripped the bloody silver hook.
kǒng què xiān zi 。
孔雀仙子。
The bald man wasn't idle either. His toothed staff was tightly entwined with the blood-colored pheasant's talons. Despite their vastly different sizes, both were evenly matched in power, roaring and fighting fiercely.
kǒng què lián bù qīng yí ， shāo shāo xiàng páng cè kāi shēn qù ， nà líng yǔ yī fú ， zài cì yǒu wǔ sè xiá guāng pēn bó ér chū 。
孔雀莲步轻移，稍稍像旁侧开身去，那翎羽一拂，再次有五色霞光喷薄而出。
As an intermediate cultivator, the bald man had more than one treasure. He took out a golden hoop saber and aimed straight for Pheasant Fairy’s head.
bù guò zhè cì de wǔ cǎi xiá guāng yǔ gāng gāng bù tóng ， lí kāi líng yǔ yǐ hòu yī qū yī tǎn ， jū rán huà wèi le yī qī bā zhàng zhǎng de guài shǒu 。
不过这次的五彩霞光与刚刚不同，离开翎羽以后一屈一袒，居然化为了一七八丈长的怪手。
The saber transformed into a golden light that illuminated half of the sky. However, Pheasant Fairy responded with her feathers, releasing countless tiny swords in front of her. Though each sword's power was insignificant, together they made it difficult for the golden hoop saber to move.
wǔ zhǐ jī zhāng ， háo wú wèi jù de zhuā xiàng le nà xuè sè yín gōu 。
五指箕张，毫无畏惧的抓像了那血色银钩。
The bald man's face darkened. What kind of cultivation technique did his opponent practice? Combined with that strange treasure, it seemed capable of endless transformations.
guāng tóu dà hàn zì rán yě bú huì xián zhe ， láng yá bàng fǎ bǎo biàn huàn de guài shǒu yǐ jīng bèi nà chǐ xǔ zhǎng de xuè sè kǒng què láo láo chán zhù ， bié kàn zhè yī qín yī shòu ， tǐ xíng xiāng chà xuán shū ， kě shuāng fāng de shén tōng què bù xiāng bó zhòng ， cháng míng sī hǒu ， dòu dé bù yì lè hū 。
光头大汉自然也不会闲着，狼牙棒法宝变幻的怪手已经被那尺许长的血色孔雀牢牢缠住，别看这一禽一兽，体型相差悬殊，可双方的神通却不相伯仲，长鸣嘶吼，斗得不亦乐乎。
This wasn't good.
zuò wèi zhōng qī de xiū xiān zhě ， guāng tóu dà hàn dāng rán bù kě néng zhǐ yǒu zhè yī jiàn bǎo wù 。 yòu jiāng yī jīn sī dà huán dāo qǔ chū ， cāo zòng kǔn ； zhí qǔ kǒng què xiān zi de tóu lú 。
做为中期的修仙者，光头大汉当然不可能只有这一件宝物。又将一金丝大环刀取出，操纵悃；直取孔雀仙子的头颅。
Knowing he was an intermediate cultivator and his sister was a beginner but had unique abilities, they were evenly matched in strength. Normally, Pheasant Fairy, as a celestial spirit race, would have no chance against two opponents. But...
nà fǎ bǎo lí shǒu yǐ hòu ， huà wèi yī dào jīn sè xiá guāng ， bàn biān tiān kōng dōu bèi zhào liàng ， shēng shì yī shí wú liǎng ， rán ér kǒng què yǐ bù biàn yīng wàn biàn ， jū rán hái shì yòng líng yǔ fàng chū wǔ sè róng guāng 。
那法宝离手以后，化为一道金色霞光，半边天空都被照亮，声势一时无两，然而孔雀以不变应万变，居然还是用翎羽放出五色容光。
Even if Heavenly Ghost joined them later, defeating the opponent might still be possible, but capturing her alive seemed impossible.
suí hòu huà wèi wàn qiān xiǎo jiàn ， mì mì má má de bù yú shēn qián ， suī rán měi yī bǐng jiàn guāng de wēi lì
随后化为万千小剑，密密麻麻的布于身前，虽然每一柄剑光的威力
Was this mission to fail?
dōu bù qǐ yǎn ， dàn hé zài yì qǐ ， què ràng jīn sī dà huán dāo jǔ bù wéi jiān 。
都不起眼，但合在一起，却让金丝大环刀举步维艰。
Thinking of the consequences of failure, the bald man's face showed an unexpected fear.
guāng tóu dà hàn bó rán biàn sè ， duì fāng xiū liàn de jiū jìng shì shén me gōng fǎ ， yǔ tā nà gǔ guài de mǒu bǎo xiāng jié hé ， jū rán xiàng shì néng gòu biàn huà wú qióng shì de 。
光头大汉勃然变色，对方修炼的究竟是什么功法，与她那古怪的某宝相结合，居然像是能够变化无穷似的。
What should he do?
qíng kuàng yǒu xiē bù miào le 。
情况有些不妙了。
Just as he was panicking, a cry pierced his ears. He turned and saw the traditional attire cultivator’s left shoulder bleeding profusely; one arm had vanished.
yào zhī dào zì jǐ běn jiù shì zhōng qī de xiū xiān zhě ， ér shī mèi suī rán shì chū qī ， dàn shén tōng tè shū ， shí lì yǔ zì jǐ xiāng bǐ ， qí shí yě bìng bù xùn sè 。
要知道自己本就是中期的修仙者，而师妹虽然是初期，但神通特殊，实力与自己相比，其实也并不逊色。
Seeing this, the bald man's face grew even darker.
àn lǐ shuō kǒng què suī shì tiān dì líng zú ， dàn yǐ yī dí èr ， jué duì shì bàn fēn shèng suàn méi yǒu ，
按理说孔雀虽是天地灵族，但以一敌二，绝对是半分胜算没有，
"…Dare to injure my limbs?"
kě ……
可……
The traditional attire cultivator, with her hair disheveled, looked horrific with bloodstains on her usually pretty face. Her eyes were wide with hatred.
jiù suàn yī huì er zài jiā shàng hào tiān nà jiā huo ， dǎ bài duì fāng huò xǔ shàng yǒu jī huì ， dàn xiǎng tuǒ jiāng qí shēng qín huó zhuō ， jiǎn zhí jiù shì chī rén shuō mèng 。
就算一会儿再加上昊天那家伙，打败对方或许尚有机会，但想妥将其生擒活捉，简直就是痴人说梦。
"Hmph," Pheasant Fairy said disdainfully. In a life-or-death battle, why say such childish words? Did she think he would be lenient?
nán dào zhè huí de rèn wù jìng yào wú gōng ér fǎn le 。
难道这回的任务竟要无功而返了。
She flicked her fingers and raised one feather, opening her lips to release pure demonic energy.
xiǎng dào gōng bài chuí chéng de hòu guǒ ， guāng tóu dà hàn de liǎn shàng ， jìng mò míng de lù chū le kǒng jù zhī
想到功败垂成的后果，光头大汉的脸上，竟莫名的露出了恐惧之
A white glow enveloped the feather, initially gentle but soon becoming glaringly bright. The feather vanished, replaced by a transparent white sword with cold light flashing.
gāi zěn me bàn ne ？
该怎么办呢？
Pheasant Fairy pointed at this treasure, and the sword circled before shooting out as a white beam towards the enemy.
zhèng dāng tā yǒu xiē huáng kǒng de shí hòu ， yī shēng cǎn jiào chuán rù ěr duǒ ， guāng tóu dà hàn máng zhuǎn guò tóu ， zhǐ jiàn gōng zhuāng nǚ xiū zuǒ jiān xiān xuè lín lí ， yī zhī shǒu bì yǐ bù yì fēi qù 。
正当他有些惶恐的时候，一声惨叫传入耳朵，光头大汉忙转过头，只见宫装女修左肩鲜血淋漓，一只手臂已不翼飞去。
Facing two intermediate cultivators' attacks, Pheasant Fairy not only defended but also launched an attack. Over these decades, she must have had some unique experiences to grow so quickly.
jiàn dào zhè yí mù ， guāng tóu dà hàn de liǎn sè yuè de yīn chén le xià qù 。
见到这一幕，光头大汉的脸色越的阴沉了下去。
Seeing the divine sword approach, the traditional attire cultivator's expression grew more venomous. She flicked her fingers like playing a lute and released another flying sword treasure.
“;……; jìng gǎn shāng wǒ zhī tǐ ?”
“;……;竟敢伤我肢体?”
But this was a black sword with an odd stench, hard to imagine a woman using such a weapon.
gōng zhuāng nǚ xiū pī tóu sàn ， yuán běn hái suàn xiù lì de liǎn kǒng shàng ， yě zhān shàng le jǐ diǎn xiān hóng de xuè jì xiǎn de zhēng níng wú bǐ ， yī shuāng yǎn jīng dèng dé dà dà de ， lǐ miàn mǎn shì yuàn dú 。
宫装女修披头散，原本还算秀丽的脸孔上，也沾上了几点鲜红的血迹显得狰狞无比，一双眼睛瞪得大大的，里面满是怨毒。
However, don't underestimate it; it had been immersed in the blood pool of the sect for thousands of years, imbued with malevolent energy that could taint others' treasures.
“ hēng 。” kǒng què xiān zi mǎn liǎn bù xiè zhī sè ， shuāng fāng shēng sǐ xiāng bó ， què shuō zhè me yòu zhì
“哼。”孔雀仙子满脸不屑之色，双方生死相搏，却说这么幼稚
The pheasant's feather-sword became less agile when it touched the saber.
de yán yǔ gàn shén me ， mò fēi tā hái yǐ wéi zì jǐ yào shǒu xià liú qíng me ？
的言语干什么，莫非她还以为自己要手下留情么？
Pheasant Fairy frowned and opened her mouth. A small round bead about a thumb size flew out, enveloped by a thin mist—clearly her true essence.
yù zhǐ qiā jué ， jiāng yī gēn líng yǔ tái qǐ ， yīng chún zuò qǐ ， tǔ chū yī kǒu jīng chún de yāo qì 。
玉指掐诀，将一根翎羽抬起，樱唇做启，吐出一口精纯的妖气。
Was this a demon core? No, he was already an intermediate-stage cultivator; how could such a tiny core exist?
dùn shí ， yī céng bái méng méng de guāng yùn zài nà líng yǔ shàng liàng qǐ ， kāi shǐ de shí hòu pǒ wèi róu hé ， hěn kuài què biàn dé cì yǎn qǐ lái le ， suí hòu yào mù de guāng yùn zhōng ， nà líng yǔ xiāo nì bú jiàn ， qǔ ér dài zhī de shì yī bǐng bái sè tòu míng de xiān jiàn ， hán guāng shǎn shǎn 。
顿时，一层白蒙蒙的光晕在那翎羽上亮起，开始的时候颇为柔和，很快却变得刺眼起来了，随后耀目的光晕中，那翎羽消匿不见，取而代之的是一柄白色透明的仙剑，寒光闪闪。
The traditional attire cultivator and the bald man exchanged glances, both puzzled. The size of the demon core was similar to that of a second-stage beast, too strange.
“ qù !”
“去!”
Both were bewildered.
kǒng què chōng cǐ bǎo yì diǎn zhǐ ， nà jiàn lüè yī pán xuán ， dùn shí huà wèi yī dào bái sè de xiá guāng ， shè xiàng duì miàn dí rén de fāng xiàng 。
孔雀冲此宝一点指，那剑略一盘旋，顿时化为一道白色的霞光，射向对面敌人的方向。
A flash of insight appeared in the traditional attire cultivator's mind—could it be that her opponent had two demon cores?
miàn duì liǎng míng wú yīng xiū shì de jiā jī ， kǒng què bù jǐn shǒu dé yán mì ， jū rán hái yǒu yú lì jìn xíng gōng jī kàn lái guò qù de zhè jǐ shí zài ， tā yě bié yǒu qí yù ， fǒu zé xiū wèi bú huì zēng zhǎng dé zhè me xùn dì 。
面对两名无婴修士的夹击，孔雀不仅守得严密，居然还有余力进行攻击看来过去的这几十载，她也别有奇遇，否则修为不会增长得这么迅地。
Such a thing was rare but not impossible; for example, their sect’s leader practiced a reverse-natural technique with dual元婴s.
jiàn xiān jiàn shè xiàng zì jǐ ， gōng zhuāng nǚ xiū de biǎo qíng yuè yuàn dú ， shuāng shǒu rú dàn pí pá bān de xiàng qián diǎn chū ， yě fàng chū yī fēi jiàn fǎ bǎo lái le 。
见仙剑射向自己，宫装女修的表情越怨毒，双手如弹琵琶般的向前点出，也放出一飞剑法宝来了。
Among beasts, there were wise and intelligent ones who created the power of dual demon cores.
Crystal White Bone Fire
Miao You Fairy's delicate body trembled as she reluctantly took a step back. She hadn't expected the opponent to be wielding something more than just an ordinary crystal skull; it could even control such extreme cold属性魔炎.
Cold and poison complement each other, but if her Green Silkworm蛊 had already matured, perhaps she wouldn’t have feared much. However, now...
She was being thoroughly outmatched.
Though Miao You Fairy was angry in her heart, she knew that with the opponent having such a treasure, she likely had no chance of victory.
Unable to resist, she stretched out her jade hand and touched her small abdomen. Her husband was already an immortal; she must live on for him, leaving behind his flesh and blood so that one day she could seek revenge.
Seeing the other party showing signs of fear, Heavenly Ghost Emperor felt immensely triumphant. With a boisterous laugh, he waved his sleeves, commanding the crystal skull to fiercely attack its opponent...
In just a moment, it became perilously close. Miao You Fairy gritted her teeth and her face turned pale. She was merely eking out a survival.
On another side,
Pheasant Fairy's situation didn't seem as difficult.
Yi faced two sides of attack but still managed with ease. The pheasant's法宝 were incredibly strange—five colorful feathers, vivid in color, almost like plucked from her own tail.
Indeed, they had been taken from her tail. Beast creatures' fur and bones could be used to forge such treasures. Pheasant Fairy couldn't self-mutilate, but the feathers on her tail possessed immense power, especially since they were connected by blood, making them easier to wield.
She flicked her wrist, and five colorful rays of light emerged from her crest feather.
Though the myriad spirits were fierce, they seemed to fear this light. As soon as they touched it, they melted like ice in sunlight, vanishing without a trace.
What an odd power!
The female cultivator in traditional attire was furious. She had used her body as a vessel for holding vengeful souls, and its power was immense. She hadn't encountered an intermediate-stage元婴 monster before, but now she faced one. She never expected this.
In just a few exchanges, thousands of spirits were lost. The woman felt heartache to the extreme.
With a sharp cry, she summoned her silver hook treasure, which streaked with blood, aiming at Pheasant Fairy.
Pheasant Fairy gracefully sidestepped and flicked her feathers again, releasing another burst of colorful light.
This time, the five colors separated into a monstrous hand eight or so feet long. With its fingers spread wide, it gripped the bloody silver hook.
The bald man wasn't idle either. His toothed staff was tightly entwined with the blood-colored pheasant's talons. Despite their vastly different sizes, both were evenly matched in power, roaring and fighting fiercely.
As an intermediate cultivator, the bald man had more than one treasure. He took out a golden hoop saber and aimed straight for Pheasant Fairy’s head.
The saber transformed into a golden light that illuminated half of the sky. However, Pheasant Fairy responded with her feathers, releasing countless tiny swords in front of her. Though each sword's power was insignificant, together they made it difficult for the golden hoop saber to move.
The bald man's face darkened. What kind of cultivation technique did his opponent practice? Combined with that strange treasure, it seemed capable of endless transformations.
This wasn't good.
Knowing he was an intermediate cultivator and his sister was a beginner but had unique abilities, they were evenly matched in strength. Normally, Pheasant Fairy, as a celestial spirit race, would have no chance against two opponents. But...
Even if Heavenly Ghost joined them later, defeating the opponent might still be possible, but capturing her alive seemed impossible.
Was this mission to fail?
Thinking of the consequences of failure, the bald man's face showed an unexpected fear.
What should he do?
Just as he was panicking, a cry pierced his ears. He turned and saw the traditional attire cultivator’s left shoulder bleeding profusely; one arm had vanished.
Seeing this, the bald man's face grew even darker.
"…Dare to injure my limbs?"
The traditional attire cultivator, with her hair disheveled, looked horrific with bloodstains on her usually pretty face. Her eyes were wide with hatred.
"Hmph," Pheasant Fairy said disdainfully. In a life-or-death battle, why say such childish words? Did she think he would be lenient?
She flicked her fingers and raised one feather, opening her lips to release pure demonic energy.
A white glow enveloped the feather, initially gentle but soon becoming glaringly bright. The feather vanished, replaced by a transparent white sword with cold light flashing.
"Go!"
Pheasant Fairy pointed at this treasure, and the sword circled before shooting out as a white beam towards the enemy.
Facing two intermediate cultivators' attacks, Pheasant Fairy not only defended but also launched an attack. Over these decades, she must have had some unique experiences to grow so quickly.
Seeing the divine sword approach, the traditional attire cultivator's expression grew more venomous. She flicked her fingers like playing a lute and released another flying sword treasure.
But this was a black sword with an odd stench, hard to imagine a woman using such a weapon.
However, don't underestimate it; it had been immersed in the blood pool of the sect for thousands of years, imbued with malevolent energy that could taint others' treasures.
The pheasant's feather-sword became less agile when it touched the saber.
Pheasant Fairy frowned and opened her mouth. A small round bead about a thumb size flew out, enveloped by a thin mist—clearly her true essence.
Was this a demon core? No, he was already an intermediate-stage cultivator; how could such a tiny core exist?
The traditional attire cultivator and the bald man exchanged glances, both puzzled. The size of the demon core was similar to that of a second-stage beast, too strange.
Both were bewildered.
A flash of insight appeared in the traditional attire cultivator's mind—could it be that her opponent had two demon cores?
Such a thing was rare but not impossible; for example, their sect’s leader practiced a reverse-natural technique with dual元婴s.
Among beasts, there were wise and intelligent ones who created the power of dual demon cores.