Several dozen talismans naturally were not enough to slay a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, but if it was only to delay him for a little while, they could still do that.
The change came in the blink of an eye. Not even in his dreams had the Taoist-Robed Elder expected that a fellow as timid as a mouse as Lin Xuan had actually been feigning compliance with him all along.
Ice Arrow Thunder Fire had already wrapped around him. Once he lost the initiative, the old monster could do nothing but defend with all his life; he simply had no free hand to do anything else.
Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, and several dozen streams of Sword Qi swam out like fish. With a flash in the wind, they all swelled with blazing radiance, then, like a sudden squall and pelting rain, followed close behind the Ice Arrow Thunder Fire transformed from the talismans and bombarded the other party wildly.
Explosions kept bursting into his ears, but this was merely an appetizer.
With a stir of Lin Xuan's divine sense, he had already sacrificed the Hundred Spirit Bell.
A strange light flashed from the treasure, and a clamor poured into the ears. Those gray-white Three-Eyed Corpse Crows flew out, their wings flashing, and foot-long wind blades appeared one after another. Around the surface of each one coiled gray-white arcs of lightning, clearly very different from ordinary wind blade arts.
Yet this was still not the end. Immediately afterward, the third eyes on those corpse crows' foreheads began to bulge outward, the insides covered in bloody streaks.
Whoosh...
Light pillars as thick as a child's arm shot out one after another, blood-red in color, yet with deathly qi flowing within them. As they tore across the sky, they even stirred up rings