Chapter 1767 Yilan's Trump Card

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth, but his ordinary face appeared resolute and resolute. This was not the first time he had encountered such a crisis. In the face of a strong enemy, an unyielding will could lead him to victory.

Now that the situation is favorable, he wants to turn decay into magic!

Who said leapfrog challenges are impossible.

So what about the monsters in the Dongxuan period, rabbits will bite people if they are in a hurry.

Lin Xuan took a breath, put away the Moyuan Sword, and waved his hands endlessly. Countless phantoms appeared in the sky, which looked like the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara of Buddhism.

Mysterious seals one after another.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be the voice of Buddhist Sanskrit singing.

Lin Xuan didn't use True Spirit Strike much before, but such a scene has never happened before. Could it be that this secret technique has something to do with Buddhism?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but Lin Xuan didn't have time to think about it slowly.

The spiritual power in his whole body rushed like two palms crazily, draining almost every drop of spiritual power from his dantian to the meridians, all over his body in just an instant.

My mind was blank, and after my mana was exhausted, I felt dizzy, nauseated, and felt unbearably uncomfortable all over.

This move is extremely powerful, but if one's mind and spiritual consciousness have not reached a certain level, it is simply a dream to use it.

But in terms of power, it is even better than the Moyuan Sword.

The spiritual power was highly compressed. Lin Xuan folded his hands together and held it in the palm of his hand. However, it was a ball of light the size of an egg, but the surface was entwined with electric arcs, and countless runes the size of rice grains loomed. It looked so mysterious that it couldn't be more mysterious.

And within that ball, there was actually a phantom bouncing and flickering.

tiger!

However, it is very different from the ordinary king of the forest. True Spirit Strike, as the name suggests, is a secret technique that imitates a certain beast in the spirit world.

White Tiger of the Four Spirits!

His deadly enemy is Wuwu.

After the light ball was formed, Lin Xuan didn't intend to delay at all, and with a loud roar, he suddenly pushed the ball out.

The ball of light that gathered all his mana suddenly burst, and the miniature version of the white tiger rushed out with a roar. Ruthlessly, he bumped into it like an old man pretending to be an old man.

...

Meanwhile, the other side.

The blond-haired immortal cultivator of the Dongxuan stage also caught up with Yilan Xianmu. Compared with his companion, this old monster is obviously smarter. What's the use of nonsense, let's capture the opponent first.

However, what happened next was beyond his expectation. Although Xianmu Yilan was extremely embarrassed, he held the Tongtian Lingbao in his hand and forcibly held on.

That treasure is different from the Moyuan sword, it can't release too much power, but it is extremely sharp, and it doesn't need to consume too much mana for each blow.

The light of the knife was brighter than the sun, and the blond old man was an old monster in the Dongxuan period, his face was full of vigilance, and he was not willing to take it hard.

However, the gap in realm is there after all. As time goes by, Xianmu Yilan's situation becomes more and more unfavorable, and it will be a matter of time before she loses.

Whoosh...

A golden sharp claw emerged, and Qianmu Yilan narrowly dodged it, but his two self-defense magic weapons were destroyed, and he was like paper in front of the sharp claw, and the opponent didn't even sacrifice the treasure. , Xianmu Yilan couldn't resist just relying on her profound mana.

This is obviously not going to work.

I must not fall here, and the fate of being caught by the other party is similar, it seems that this is the only way to go.

A trace of firmness flashed in Xianmu Yilan's eyes, she opened her mouth, and a ball of blood spurted out of her body, then burst open with a bang, and a cloud of blood mist appeared in front of her eyes.

With a flash against the wind, seven clusters of blood-colored runes the size of a baby's fist emerged, swirled around his chest, and then sank into Xianmu Yilan's body.

The piercing sound came to his ears, his shirt was ripped apart, and dark magic lines suddenly appeared on the surface of his skin. It became darker, and even the nature of spiritual power began to change...

His limbs stretched out, his hair broke free from the golden crown, and he danced wildly in the wind like a magic snake. His muscles also protruded outwards, but it didn't look terrible, but it gave people the feeling that it was similar to a block of iron, as if With every move of the hand, there is overwhelming power displayed.

The demonic energy surged, and although the cultivation base was still at the peak of the early stage of separation and reunion, it gave people a completely different feeling from just now.

For cultivators, realm is the most important factor in determining a cultivator's strength, but it is by no means the only one.

The whole transformation sounds complicated, but it was completed in an instant.

The blond-haired old man stared blankly, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a flash of light. This shape, this breath, looks familiar, where did he see it?

Ancient Demon?

No, the other party is obviously a human immortal cultivator. Could it be that he is practicing some top-level magic art?

But even the top-level magic skills should not have such an effect, which is really strange.

The dark wings behind Xianmu Yilan flashed, and the wind was blowing. There was an astonishing coercion emanating from his body, which far exceeded what he could possess in his own realm. Just like the devil from hell.

However, it is impossible for the blond old man to be frightened. After all, he is a cultivator in the Dongxuan stage. So what if he performed a strange transformation, just wanting to share the same position with himself?

act recklessly!

Thinking of this in his mind, the old monster shouted loudly, his figure turned into a ball of golden light and soared into the sky, dazzling like the sun, and then he rushed towards the opponent like a shooting star from the sky.

In the middle of the journey, he had already slapped out with a palm, a golden light flashed, and a monster like a lion appeared in sight. It was majestic in size, almost like a small mountain.

A strange light flashed in Xianmu Yilan's eyes, and the Tongtian Lingbao in her hand swung down fiercely, and a bright knife light appeared.

But the lion clapped its palms, and opened its bloody mouth wide, and it was also a crescent-shaped light wave flashing, but compared with the sword light released by the Tongtian Lingbao, it was incomparable in size, and it was equally as bright and beautiful. .

The two tyrannical forces collided together. First, there was an extremely thin and thin scream, as if a steel wire was being pulled apart, but the surrounding area seemed extremely quiet. Then, at the place where the two energies collided, The tyrannical light wave swept out, and everything in the vicinity turned into nothingness, and then there was an earth-shattering crackling sound.

However, the lion had no intention of stopping at all, resisting the terrifying light wave and rushing to Qianmu Yilan's body, with its two front paws slapped out, if it was hit, there would be only one fate for Xianmu Yilan, The physical body has fallen, as for whether Yuanying can save his life, it depends on whether the other party wants to capture him alive.

The situation was so critical that it could not be worsened, but there was not much fear on Qianmu Yilan's face.

He didn't hide, or in other words, at this moment, if he wanted to hide, it was too late.

Holding the lancet-shaped Tongtian Lingbao in his left hand, he raised his right hand high above his head, and the devilish energy all over his body swarmed into his palm as if alive, forming a vortex in an instant .

At first it was no more than the size of an egg, but in the next moment, it increased to a radius of about a foot, and the inside was so deep that you couldn't see the bottom at all. However, compared with the size of a lion, it was nothing worth mentioning.

In the face of this terrifying attack, the feeling is no different from that of a mantis.

But the next moment, an incredible scene happened, and the sound of sneering came to the ears, and from the vortex, countless hair-thin black air swarmed out, like living tentacles, and bound the lion.

The golden old monster turned cold, and poured boundless mana into the lion's body.

The lion's golden light exploded, and he desperately wanted to break free, but what happened next was simply jaw-dropping. Those filaments were extremely flexible, although it looked like they would break when touched, in fact, they That's not the case at all, only a very small number of filaments were broken, but more spewed out from the vortex, enveloping the entire lion, and then actually annihilated it inside.

"this……"

The blond-haired old monster has experienced countless bloody storms. At this moment, his eyes widened and he was dumbfounded. How could a mere immortal cultivator in the separation and reunion period have such a heaven-defying spell.

Puzzled, his eyes swept over the vortex again, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Xianmu Yilan waved her left hand, and another bright light of the saber lit up.

"Wait a minute, don't make a move yet, the old man has something to say."

"Hmph, things have come to this point, what is there to say, either you die or I live?" Xianmu Yilan said coldly, but even though he said so, he still stopped the movement of his hands.

"If you want to die, you are far better than the same level of immortal cultivators, but you have no chance of defeating Dongxuan cultivators. Answer my questions obediently. As long as you satisfy the deity, I will never let you go." Blonde The old man smiled slightly and said indifferently.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Two thousand miles to the southeast of this place, have you wiped out that group of immortal cultivators from the Li family?"

"Not bad." Xianmu Yilan said without concealing that in terms of flamboyance, he is not as much as Lin Xuan. This kid is just a bit cheap, but he is actually very honest.

"Why, do you have enmity with them?"

"Hmph, what kind of monks from the Li family, I didn't know him before."

"No injustice, no enmity, then why did you make such a murderous move?"

"Your Excellency's question is unreasonable. Such a thing is not worth mentioning in the world of cultivating immortals. They blocked my way of making money. Are you satisfied with this answer?" Xianmu Yilan said neither overbearing nor humble.

Even in the face of the immortal cultivators in the Dongxuan stage, he couldn't hide the arrogance on his body. It had nothing to do with strength, as if it was born with him.

The blond old monster was silent.

"I've answered all your questions, can you let me go?"

"Wait, the last question. If I'm not mistaken, Fellow Daoist is not a local immortal cultivator in the East China Sea. May I ask, what is your relationship with Lord Tianmo?"

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