His heart was filled with too many doubts, but at this moment, Lin Xuan no longer had time to ponder them. Baleful aura soared to the heavens, and now he had fallen into unprecedented danger.
Ever since stepping into the world of immortal cultivation, Lin Xuan had wandered between life and death many times, but never once had it been as perilous as it was now.
The lobes of his lungs had been pierced through, his enemy was a Dongxuan one stage higher than himself, and the treasures in his hand were enough to make anyone gasp in envy. Leaving aside for the moment who had refined that Talisman Treasure, its terrifying strangeness was clearly something even the Demonic Fate Sword could not compare with.
Treasures were indeed tempting, but right now, Lin Xuan no longer wanted them. To borrow a saying from the mortal world, wealth was a thing outside the body; keeping his little life was what mattered most.
There was nothing to hesitate over. Azure light surged all over Lin Xuan's body, and his hands traced strange trajectories through the void as an ancient, simple incantation entered his ears.
Those syllables were strange to the extreme, completely different from the pronunciation of any language of the present races, as though they came from the ancient era.
Phantom Escape was profound beyond measure, and this was also the confidence Lin Xuan had in facing off against Poison Dragon Old Ancestor.
Thousand-Mile Instantaneous!
If he could not win, fleeing at least should pose no problem.
Last time, when facing the old man from the Holy City, Lin Xuan had done exactly this, but this time, it failed.
He saw the demonic sword flash, and a pure demonic qi mixed with blood-reeking baleful aura spread outward. The entire sky had