Spiritual light flickered, and Lin Xuan appeared again more than twenty zhang away.
A wuwu sound entered his ears, and there were still light balls transformed from Flying Daggers pursuing him like a shadow following his form.
With the power of the formation array, these thirty-six Flying Daggers were not only astonishingly powerful, but could actually teleport.
Lin Xuan's expression turned ugly to the extreme. With a sweep of his right hand, he had already sacrificed the Purple Cauldron Whip.
Once this treasure left his hand, it immediately transformed into a Flood Dragon that shook its head and swished its tail. It was a full twenty-plus zhang long, entirely purple, and from all over its body, an eerie and powerful pressure radiated outward.
It opened its mouth and spat out a purple pillar of light. At the same time, its two claws danced, and chi chi sounds of tearing through the air entered the ear as countless claw-shadows appeared in midair.
Yet unlike ordinary attacks, runes drifted around that pillar of light.
The claw-shadows flickered as they extended and withdrew, likewise seeming to contain some other hidden profundity...
"Purple Cauldron? Impossible. How could this item be in your hands?"
Huitong's face was full of shock, his expression little different from seeing a ghost. One had to know that though Cloud Province was a holy land of cultivation, the old monsters who could enter the Lihe Realm were only those few scant figures, countable on one's fingers, and they were all very familiar with one another.
This Purple Cauldron Whip was a treasure that Nine-Headed Ancestor loved dearly. Huitong had dealt with him for several hundred years, so how could he fail to recognize it?
This time, because of the Luo Clan's conspiracy, both the human and demon races at the