txolops Chapter 187 Spirit Summoning, Half-Human, Half-Demon! Fighting the Divine Master Alone!
Chapter 187 Spirit Summoning, Half-Human, Half-Demon! Fighting the Divine Master Alone!
"Let's get out of here!"
The bald, burly man hurriedly said.
The elderly man surnamed Ma nodded repeatedly.
Both of them turned pale.
The terror of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm is something that those at the early-stage Nascent Soul realm cannot handle.
"It's too late." Lin Chuan shook his head, his gaze fixed on the approaching aura in the distance. "You all take the lower-level disciples on the mountain and evacuate first. I'll cover the rear."
"this……"
The cultivator surnamed Ma looked at Lin Chuan, hesitated for a moment, and then advised him:
"Brother Lin, how can those low-level cultivators compare to you? There's no need for you to put yourself in danger just to protect them. Let's retreat together; we might still have a chance to escape..."
Lin Chuan waved his hand, interrupting him.
"It's alright. Since I dare to cover the rear, I'm confident I can escape unscathed." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.
The cultivator surnamed Ma opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but seeing Lin Chuan's indifferent gaze, he ultimately didn't speak.
"All right!"
The bald, burly man nodded heavily, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Brother Lin, take care!"
"Senior brother, be careful."
Han Li also clasped his hands in greeting. He knew that Lin Chuan never did anything without being sure of success, and since he dared to stay, he must have a plan to escape.
Lin Chuan nodded.
Without saying another word, the group turned and flew back up the mountain.
A moment later, the Core Formation and Foundation Establishment disciples on the mountain, led by their respective instructors, all harnessed their magical artifacts and transformed into streaks of light, shooting swiftly northward.
Although the Murong brothers, Yu Chaohai, Lei Wanhe and others looked worried, they did not dare to delay. They only glanced at Lin Chuan and then led their team away quickly.
On the hilltop, only Lin Chuan remained.
……
The distant scent was drawing ever closer.
A moment later, a silver light shot down from the sky and landed above Huanglong Mountain.
The silver light receded, revealing a middle-aged scholar.
He had a thin face, three long wisps of beard under his chin, wore a moon-white scholar's robe, and held a folding fan in his hand, giving him a somewhat otherworldly and refined appearance.
But his overwhelming aura caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.
Late stage of Nascent Soul.
Aside from those Nascent Soul stage cultivators who never venture into the mortal world, people with such cultivation levels are practically the most elite beings in the cultivation world.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood suspended in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the scattered corpses of the sorcerers below the mountain, his brows furrowing slightly.
Immediately, his gaze fell on Lin Chuan, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Let's go, I'll stop him."
Lin Chuan's voice still echoed in my ears.
The middle-aged scholar curled his lips into a cold smile.
"Stop me? You think you can?"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pressed forward. A massive silver hand, as large as a mountain, materialized out of thin air, carrying a world-destroying pressure, and fiercely grabbed down at Lin Chuan!
Lin Chuan's expression remained unchanged.
He activated the Void Shuttle beneath his feet, his figure flashed, and he instantly shifted dozens of feet away, narrowly avoiding the grab.
The giant silver hand missed its target and crashed to the ground with a loud thud, causing the entire Huanglong Mountain to tremble violently, with rocks flying everywhere and dust billowing into the sky.
Lin Chuan hovered in mid-air, calmly looking at the middle-aged scholar.
He had just used the Jingzhe Divine Sword not long ago and would not be able to use it again for a short period of time.
But he has other trump cards up his sleeve.
He raised his hand and took out a talisman from his storage bag.
It was a blood-red talisman with faint python patterns flowing across its surface, exuding a faint demonic aura—a spirit-summoning talisman.
This spirit-summoning talisman seals the essence of an eighth-level transformed python demon.
Lin Chuan slapped the talisman onto his body—
In an instant, a powerful force surged from the talisman and poured into his body!
His aura suddenly surged, climbing from the initial stage of the Nascent Soul realm to the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, just one step away from the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm!
At the same time, fine blue scales appeared on his skin, his fingernails became sharp as claws, and his vertical pupils gleamed with an eerie light—these were the characteristics of a python demon.
However, Lin Chuan's consciousness remained clear, without any confusion caused by the mixing of demonic and spiritual energy.
The Spirit-Summoning Talisman is a secret technique developed by the founder of the Tianfu Sect based on the art of spirit possession.
It retains the caster's own consciousness, without the great harm of overdrawing lifespan after demonic energy and spiritual energy are mixed together, and it will not turn into a mindless monster.
The only drawback of this technique is that the spirit-summoning talisman is too difficult to make.
In this realm, let alone possessing an eighth-level demon soul, many cultivators will never have the chance to see an eighth-level demon beast in their entire lives.
Only the souls of level eight demonic beasts that have undergone human transformation and have been refined will not cause harm to the caster.
Lin Chuan crafted nine such talismans, each sealing the essence of a different demonic beast. He didn't hesitate to use one without a second thought.
"Um?"
The middle-aged scholar frowned slightly, sensing the surge of aura emanating from Lin Chuan. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Interesting. But do you think you can stop me with such meager methods?"
He said no more, his hands forming a hand seal, and a flash of silver light appeared around him—
Two beams of silver light separated from his body and landed on his left and right sides, transforming into two people who looked exactly like him!
The same face, the same clothes, even their breath was exactly the same!
The technique of splitting one's primordial spirit!
Each of the three summoned a magical artifact: the main body in the middle summoned a folding fan, the clone on the left summoned a silver flying sword, and the clone on the right summoned a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair.
When the three magical treasures are activated simultaneously, a folding fan can create a howling wind that transforms into countless wind blades that blanket the sky and the earth.
The flying sword transformed into a streak of silver light, heading straight for Lin Chuan's face; the silver needles were even more silent, densely packed, pouring down like a torrential rain!
A pincer attack from three sides.
They've blocked all of Lin Chuan's escape routes!
Lin Chuan snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating.
Seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords shot out from the storage bag!
Golden sword light swept across the sky, forming a mysterious array before him—
The Great Geng Sword Formation!
Seventy-two flying swords, each employing the Sword Shadow Splitting Light Technique, transforming into several sword lights.
Hundreds of golden sword lights intertwined to form a net that blocked all the attacks from the three magical treasures!
"Jingle bells—"
The sound of metal clashing was as dense as rain!
The wind blades generated by the folding fan were shredded by the sword light. The flying sword collided with the sword light, scattering sparks everywhere. The dozen or so silver needles, a set of magical treasures, were forced to stay away from the sword light.
The middle-aged scholar's expression changed slightly.
Although his technique of splitting his primordial spirit is not a true clone, each clone possesses seventy to eighty percent of the original's combat power.
When three magical treasures are used at the same time, an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would not be able to withstand them at all. Yet this person was able to calmly receive them with just a set of flying swords.
"Aren't you curious where your vanguard of the Mulan mages went?" Lin Chuan asked with a smile while manipulating the sword formation.
The middle-aged scholar frowned.
Yes.
He came here because he received news yesterday that Tianku had been killed.
The man was a cultivator from the Yinluo Sect who died in Tiannan. He wanted to come and see what was going on so that he could give the people of the Yinluo Sect an explanation.