"Yue'er, get out of the way."
Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the two magic treasures before him. The Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword and the Beast Soul Treasure instantly transformed into two streams of azure and blue profound light, flashing once before appearing beside the monster.
Zhou Mian grinned, utterly fearless. His cheeks bulged, and he spat a great mass of black mist from his mouth. Meeting the wind, it turned into two Ghost Pearls the size of heads, spinning as they went to meet the attack.
The pearls looked unremarkable, yet they emitted waves of shrill demonic howls and ghostly wails. When they clashed with the two Ancient Treasures, they were not at the slightest disadvantage.
"Damn it!"
Lin Xuan's expression darkened. He flipped his right hand, and the Spirit-Absorbing Mirror in his grasp flashed several times. Dozens of black balls of light surged out from its surface.
With a sharp burst, a series of cracking sounds rang out. After flickering bright and dim several times, they gathered together, and with a clear cry, what appeared in their place was a small bird about a foot long.
This was also the result of Lin Xuan's greatly improved cultivation, which allowed his control over spiritual power to become far more precise and subtle.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan gave a soft shout. The little bird spread its wings and soared, circling once before suddenly accelerating. Like a streak of black lightning, it shot toward the other party.
"Petty tricks!"
The monster, however, did not care in the slightest. He stretched out his right hand, his fingers and palm covered in a thick layer of spiked armor, and grabbed viciously at the little bird.
He paid no mind to this sort of spiritual transformation art. It was not that