Rumble!
The earth shook, winds and clouds surged over the sea, and even space twisted slightly. The sunlight was blocked out as that enormous mountain of bones came smashing straight toward this place.
A foul, bloody stench spread out. From the bottom of the mountain billowed a reeking blood mist, laced with deadly poison—the Rotting Corpse Poison.
Lin Xuan's expression turned ugly to the extreme. Facing a mountain peak several hundred zhang tall, unless he had absolutely no other choice, he had no desire to take it head-on. His figure flickered, vanishing from where he stood without a trace.
When he reappeared, he was already more than a thousand zhang away. For such a wondrous spell, needless to say, it could only be the Nine Heavens Micro-Steps!
Then Lin Xuan let out a great shout. Golden light suddenly flared behind him, and with nine heads and eighteen arms, the Lesser Luo Heaven Dharma Image emerged. Immediately afterward, the spiritual radiance grew even more dazzling. Sabers, spears, swords, halberds—within the palm of each arm, a weapon appeared.
Surging, billowing spiritual power rippled outward in all directions with him at the center. The eighteen treasures were all different in shape and appearance. Though they could not be described as rare and peerless marvels, how poor could anything Lin Xuan had taken a liking to possibly be? Even among Ancient Treasures, they could be called first-rate. They rose into the air at the same time and struck viciously toward the old monster.
Controlling treasures to fend off an enemy naturally required setting aside a portion of one's divine sense. Not only that, one also had to divide one's attention. As the saying went, one mind could not be used for two purposes. Though this saying might not necessarily apply to immortal cultivators, generally