Lin Xuan frowned. Without a word, he waved both hands, each forming a spell seal.
Screech...
The cold air filling the sky instantly turned savage, gathering together into a massive ice sphere more than ten zhang across.
Lin Xuan's expression was grave. He extended a finger and pointed solemnly.
The ice sphere began spinning at high speed, then burst apart with a bang, and several cold flood dragons appeared, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
On the other side, the wall of fire shrank and gathered in as well, likewise transforming into seven or eight ferocious evil flood dragons.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan gave a light shout. The Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring rang incessantly, and those ice-and-fire evil flood dragons roared as they pounced at his opponent.
"Ah!" Pink Powder Old Devil could not help crying out in alarm. Although he had also seen that Lin Xuan's pair of silver rings was no ordinary treasure, he had never imagined they could unleash such a terrifying secret art so easily.
His face went pale, spiritual light flashing chaotically around him. He hurriedly reached into his Storage Bag and took out a red banner. After spraying a mouthful of spiritual energy onto it, the banner swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten streaks of red light split from it, turning into walls of light that seemed almost solid.
The old devil let out a breath. This treasure had come from the Fallen Region. It had once been the sect-guarding treasure of some sect in the past, possessing astonishing defense, and could even block a strike from a Nascent Soul Realm old monster.
Just as that thought occurred to him, the ice-and-fire evil flood dragons had already thrown themselves forward.
Amid sounds that set one's