Fortunately, that fellow Xianmu Yi Lan could take one of them off his hands.
As Lin Xuan thought this, a streak of black light suddenly shot in from an oblique angle and landed on his shoulder, revealing its true form. It was actually a Nascent Soul about an inch tall.
The little fellow's face was also full of dejection, while the Storage Bags in his hand numbered as many as seven or eight.
Each one was bulging, clearly filled to the brim with items.
Lin Xuan reached out and took them, directly tossing all of these things into his own Instantaneous Bag. The little fellow's figure also flashed, merging back into his body.
The magic power throughout his body instantly became even more pure and abundant.
Lin Xuan was overjoyed and continued flying forward like wind and lightning. Although he also knew full well that finding an exit in such a short time was impossible, no matter what, Lin Xuan still held on to a few strands of hope. What if his luck was good?
In any case, unless it was absolutely unavoidable, he would not fight a Dongxuan Realm old monster head-on.
The other party could not possibly be a hollow showpiece like Jin Yi. Against an immortal cultivator of this level, no matter how strong his divine abilities were or how sharp his treasures, he would suffer more defeats than victories.
...Actually, even saying that was putting gold on his own face. More accurately, his odds of winning were approximately zero. It would already be good enough if he could preserve his little life.
Lin Xuan's experience in magical combat was exceedingly rich; he certainly possessed this much self-knowledge.
However, only a few breaths had passed when a powerful and icy divine sense fell brazenly from the sky,