A flicker of surprise showed in Lin Xuan's eyes. With his current divine abilities, a Talisman Treasure naturally was no rare thing; if he wanted, he could refine one himself.
But the object before him was different.
It was clearly a Residual Talisman, yet after it was taken out, a strange aura spread from it, making his heart inexplicably quicken.
A bad premonition surfaced with it.
Lin Xuan frowned.
His combat experience was extraordinarily rich, so of course he knew this treasure was not right. However, at this moment, there was no time to change moves or anything of the sort. He could only take a deep breath and pour even more magic power into the Zen Staff in his hand.
At once, the sound of Sanskrit chanting rose loudly, and those staff shadows became even more forceful. Then they gathered toward the center, and a staff shadow more than a hundred zhang long appeared in view.
On the surface, it was similar to the attack just now, but its power had increased by at least twenty percent.
Thunder, fire, and arcs of lightning all emerged together.
Just as Poison Dragon Old Ancestor was about to be smashed into mincemeat, that Residual Talisman ignited without wind, and a layer of golden light appeared in view. Within the golden light was a Bronze Bell.
Its shape was ancient and simple, and a powerful, mysterious aura surfaced upon it.
Then the Bronze Bell flashed and came down over his head, protecting Poison Dragon Old Ancestor within.
The next instant, Lin Xuan's attack arrived as expected.
Bang!
A tremendous sound entered the ears. The entire space seemed to tremble fiercely, and shockwaves and astral winds poured out in all directions.
Everywhere they passed, vicious waves towered to the sky. The small island not