His courage was commendable.
However, a Xiantian Spirit Treasure was not to be profaned. How could Lin Xuan allow the other party to keep acting so wildly?
With him, none could stand against him. He had to destroy his opponent here as quickly as possible.
Lin Xuan sent one hand-seal after another forward.
The Sword Rays shone with divine radiance for ten thousand zhang, releasing dazzling light. The power of the laws spread out, slashing down fiercely toward his opponent.
Taowu's aura had already been locked onto. It had nowhere to dodge and only defeat and death awaited it.
Lin Xuan did not believe the other party could turn danger into safety. Under the divine might of a Xiantian Spirit Treasure, even an ancient ferocious beast would have no ending but to nurse hatred in death.
Taowu's expression was also incomparably solemn, but there was no fear in it.
That black Banner Flag danced endlessly in the wind, and streams of radiance spread out like rippling water.
As the Banner Flag swayed, it suddenly vanished. Then a stretch of mist appeared out of thin air, boundless and endless, permeated with the aura of laws.
Within the mist, black Banner Flags came into view. However, there was not one pole, but dozens.
Who knew exactly what kind of treasure this was? It was clearly not a Xiantian Spirit Treasure, yet it was suffused with the aura of laws, strange and mysterious.
Wuu...
A fierce howl rang out loudly, like the wailing of ghosts. All those Banner Flags grew to more than a hundred zhang, and the figures of all kinds of Demonic Beasts surfaced on their surfaces.
But none were solid bodies. They were souls. Taowu's wild laughter entered his ears. "Little Fellow, so what if you have a Xiantian Spirit