Ji Yuan glanced over, the Xuan Tian Shi Ling Pagoda being blown away by the self-detonation of one artifact after another. He could feel the connection between them becoming extremely faint.
In a short period, he would be unable to summon this treasure to protect him, and the enemy's offensive had already struck.
Despite being a short sword no longer than his forearm, it erupted with an extremely dazzling radiance, and streaks of sword energy, half a zhang in size, burst forth from its body, hurtling towards the enemy in front of him.
Seeing this, Ji Yuan's heart stirred, and a beam of light flashed from between his eyebrows.
Though nothing was visible in his line of sight, the two third-realm cultivators who had launched the attack felt a jolt of apprehension.
*Ding!!!*
In the next breath, a flying sword mere inches long appeared out of thin air and struck the short sword with lightning speed.
With a crisp clang, the short sword was immediately sent flying more than ten zhang, and the surrounding sword energy instantly collapsed, transforming into a gale that swept in all directions.
*Puff!*
The middle-aged man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, a pained expression appearing in his eyes.
He could feel that his short sword had almost been severed by the suddenly appearing flying sword. Not only was there a notch on its blade, but it was also covered in countless cracks.
A seemingly ordinary strike had nearly destroyed his artifact!
On the other side, Ji Yuan, having landed a blow, did not press his advantage. He looked around and then saw countless silver needles, as fine as hair, shooting out from the ribbons dancing in the air.
The innumerable silver needles fell like a dense, torrential rain, carrying immense danger in their silent descent.
Ji Yuan did not dare to be careless in the slightest. He quickly recalled his 본명 flying sword, formed a sword seal with his hands, and the flying sword, mere inches in size, instantly transformed into layers of sword shadows.
Fierce sword energy filled the space, instantly covering an area of several zhang.
A sword intent rose from within Ji Yuan, as if propping up a sky, possessing a formidable aura of invincibility.
*Ding ding dong dong!!*
Countless silver needles fell, immediately producing a dense metallic sound like falling rain. As they collided with the sword energy, they also sparked a large amount of fire.
Each falling spark was enough to pierce metal and set the surrounding forest ablaze.
Though it was still daytime, the sky was already illuminated a crimson red by the flames, and rolling black smoke surged upwards, instantly engulfing Ji Yuan's figure.
"Kill him!"
The old man roared, first taking out an artifact.
It was a large seal, appearing to be made of gold yet also wood, its material unclear. It was square in shape, with a Xuan turtle carved on its surface.
As soon as this treasure was brought out, the old man struck it with all his might. As dense spiritual power surged into it, eleven innate restrictions immediately appeared!
However, only half of these restrictions were emitting light, while the rest appeared very dim.
Clearly, the old man, known as Duo Bao, had not completely refined this large seal, and could only exert a fraction of its power at most.
"Give it your all!"
The middle-aged man, who had the highest cultivation, immediately shouted.
He could see that the young Daoist priest before him could not be treated as an ordinary cultivator. Even after a brief exchange, he could feel pressure emanating from the opponent.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to unleash his full power, forming a mudra with his hands and launching the long-prepared spell.
A figure formed entirely of yin energy immediately appeared in this world. It stood over three zhang tall, clad in armor as black as ink, and wielding a massive battle saber.
The yin general took a step, then transformed into dozens of wisps of yin energy, instantly appearing above the rolling smoke. It then swung its massive battle saber downwards.
There was no dazzling saber light, nor sharp saber energy, only a grayish-white stream of yin energy that broke through the air in a crescent shape, descending towards the ground.
The burning forest below, and the resulting surging smoke, were immediately rent apart by the crescent yin energy, revealing a figure clad in a Daoist robe.
Ji Yuan turned around and looked up, the crescent yin energy reflecting in his pupils as it rapidly descended towards him.
Seeing this, he pointed with a blank expression, and the flying sword beside him shot through the air.
A wisp of radiance flowed along the sword's body, and then bursts of sword energy erupted, colliding with the incoming crescent yin energy like a cascading waterfall.
He then withdrew his gaze and looked towards the large seal, which was surging forward like a raging tidal wave.
"Slash!"
Ji Yuan let out a low cry and drew the long sword behind him with his other hand.
*Clang!!!*
A sword cry soared, and dazzling, blinding sword light separated from the sword's body, appearing in front of the large seal in the blink of an eye.
*Boom!!!*
*Rumble!!!*
Two loud explosions sounded in succession, and violent spiritual power swept through the air, stirring up waves of unchecked wind!
"Careful!"
The middle-aged man, the highest in cultivation, suddenly issued a warning and rapidly retreated.
The old man's heart tightened, and he also prepared to retreat, but it was a step too late.
Ji Yuan stepped out of the void, his body radiating abundant sword intent and a Dao rhythm that seemed capable of destroying everything.
Seeing this, the old man unhesitatingly slapped his chest, and light condensed beneath his robes, forming a heart-protecting mirror no larger than his palm.
As soon as the mirror appeared, it emitted a faint halo, enveloping the old man's entire body.
The next moment, the long sword struck the old man's shoulder directly, but was blocked by a layer of halo. Despite the sword light flowing on its surface, it could not advance any further.
Seeing the old man retreat rapidly before him, a dark red light flashed in Ji Yuan's eyes, and the destructive intent within him immediately surged.
In the blink of an eye, the sword intent within the long sword receded, and a destructive Dao rhythm rose, which was precisely the destructive sword Dao he had comprehended!
The halo emitted by the heart-protecting mirror was instantly unfolded by the sword's edge as easily as a piece of white paper.
However, just as he was about to cleave the old man before him in half with his long sword.
Ji Yuan's heart suddenly stirred, and the movement of his hand slowed down imperceptibly, causing what should have been a fatal blow to merely graze the opponent's chest.
Leaving behind a deep gash, he severed the heart-protecting mirror from the old man's chest with one sword strike, then allowed him to escape using a遁术.
He glanced at the old man, who had retreated more than ten zhang in an instant, and casually sent out streams of spiritual power to envelop the heart-protecting mirror beside him.
Later, with a thought, the Xuan Tian Shi Ling Pagoda swiftly flew back. Within the layers of clear light it cast, it also entangled and restrained a black large seal.
Ji Yuan casually threw out the heart-protecting mirror and then formed a mudra with one hand.
In an instant, the spirit-devouring power within the Xuan Tian Shi Ling Pagoda greatly increased. In just two or three breaths, it had completely devoured the spiritual power and divine sense left by the old man in the two artifacts.
"Collect!"
He grunted, and then the pagoda, now shrunk to a few inches, swallowed the two artifacts into its body.