A rumbling sound reached his ears. The Force Cyclone was golden, and an enormous suction force emanated from within it.
It gave one the feeling of the legendary Black Hole.
Even without using treasures, Lin Xuan's combat strength with his fists alone was extraordinary.
With a flick of his sleeve, a small black drum appeared in the void. Then Lin Xuan raised his right hand, and a spell seal shot from his fingertips, landing on the drumhead. The treasure rapidly grew and swelled.
"Dong!"
Black sound waves, soul-stirring and spirit-shaking, spread out in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye. The Yangzhi Bird could not escape either and was enveloped within.
With the effects stacked in two layers, he believed that even if this demonic bird possessed the bloodline of a True Spirit, it would be bound in place for the moment.
Then Lin Xuan raised his right hand. Dragon cries rang out loudly, and the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword had already shot into the sky above his head. It flashed in the wind, and the nine Immortal Swords suddenly swelled. Then they merged toward the center, the red radiance becoming ever more dazzling at that instant. The nine Immortal Swords vanished, and in their place, a huge sword more than ten zhang long entered his sight.
It slashed down viciously at the Yangzhi Bird's head!
Lin Xuan had no time to waste here, much less any interest in engaging in some life-and-death struggle with an inexplicable Magic Beast.
The reason he had braved all hardships and dangers to enter this peril-ridden Spirit Source Valley was to find a suitable Spirit Vein to sit in meditation and advance into a Spirit Division-level cultivator.
This goal was so strong that Lin Xuan would never allow anyone to ruin