Closest to Lin Xuan was a ball of azure light. After absorbing Zhang Taibai's blood essence, it abruptly swelled, transforming into a stretch of emerald cloud glow covering seven or eight mu.
The mist churned, then scattered without a trace amid a gale, revealing the monster's true appearance within.
Horns grew from its head, and its body was more than ten zhang long—it was actually a ferocious-looking Azure Dragon.
It raised its head and let out a furious roar, scattering all the surrounding clouds.
The other balls of light were much the same. After they dispersed, the monsters within made Lin Xuan's expression change sharply.
On the left was a turtle-type demonic beast, enormous beyond compare, its area much like a small mountain's. It had a jet-black hard shell, and the patterns on it were beautiful and ancient.
Black Tortoise!
The other two were naturally the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger.
Lin Xuan drew in a breath of cold air, but soon calmed himself again. Of course these were not true sacred beasts of the Spirit World; otherwise, even a sneeze from one could blow him into nothingness. They were not even strands of a sacred beast's Spirit Division descending through some secret art that communicated with the upper realm. The things before him were merely counterfeits.
With the Shape-Shifting Art as their foundation, these four monsters' true bodies were transformed from the Sword Immortal Taibai's magic treasures. It was only that some secret art had been used to make their power especially formidable.
That said, Lin Xuan did not dare be the slightest bit careless. In the past, that elder of Azure Cloud Mountain had once used this method to roam the world unhindered. Even if what Zhang Taibai was using was only a simplified version, its power