Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

"Mutant Spirit Beast!"

With the Cyan-Horned Bull raging, it directly charged through a massive breach, and Fairy Ni Chang looked utterly shocked.

"Elder Lin, save me..."

"Mr. Lin..."

This unexpected turn of events gave the others a chance to escape, and one by one, they fled in panic amidst the chaos.

But more were the cultivators being devoured by countless Yin Spirits, all crying out in distress for help.

Meanwhile, from the island behind came an ear-piercing shrill, as countless Yin Spirits surged toward them, as if their food had slipped out of control.

"Go!"

In the instant of their escape, the Cyan-Horned Bull was instantly retracted into the Spirit Beast Bag.

However, as Lin Chang’an and Fairy Ni Chang sped away with escape light, their expressions suddenly changed drastically, and they halted.

For in front, the space that had been suddenly blurred and distorted, a figure unexpectedly emerged from within.

"Little mice, where do you think you’re escaping to?"

A grating voice echoed.

"Run quickly!"

In the distance, the cultivators who had fled in all directions still bore gratitude for Lin Chang’an creating the breach, yet none stayed when disaster struck.

However, under the mocking smile of this ugly old man, one Tier Three Yin Spirit Beast King after another howled away.

And Lin Chang’an and Fairy Ni Chang did not hesitate for a moment. If they delayed any longer, allowing everyone to be wiped out, the Yin Spirit army would strike again, making it even more dangerous.

The Sun-piercing Divine Sword suddenly emitted scorching flames, transforming into a stream of light that shot forth.

At the same time, the fire pearl magical treasure in Fairy Ni Chang’s mouth burst into towering flames, forming a fire dragon as it roared.

"Elder, even if you are a Transformed Yin Spirit Beast King, you are not the main body, so how much strength can you really exert!"

While launching the attack, Fairy Ni Chang continued to remind the opponent that their combined strength was not weak.

Yet, under the attribute suppression, the ugly old man merely gave a sinister smile, the black mist transforming into vile giant serpents.

Upon collision with the fire dragon, it was like water clashing with fire, producing a sizzling noise.

Yet as the Sun-piercing Divine Sword pierced into the black mist, a piercing and furious roar resounded.

"It’s actually a magical treasure refined from the Fusang Divine Tree! Today, this old man will devour the primordial spirits of you two human cultivators whole."

The black mist suddenly erupted, transforming into two black flood dragons that roared as they attacked the duo separately.

"Fight while retreating, lure this person to where the Sword Servants are set in ambush!"

Facing such an opponent, Lin Chang’an did not hesitate for a moment, opting not to engage in a head-on competition here.

With a wave of his hand, nine sword auras howled forth. After a quick transmission with Fairy Ni Chang, the two transformed into rainbows, slanting away in different directions.

Yet the black flood dragons formed of Yin energy were even faster.

Yin Spirits themselves are adept at escape techniques, and at this moment, the two finally tasted what it felt like to be hunted.

"Heh heh, you little mice, where do you think you’re running?"

The black flood dragon madly hissed as it pursued, with a grating sound emanating from its mouth.

"Not good, a Divine Soul Attack!"

In an instant, a sting of pain came from the divine sense, causing Lin Chang’an to grunt, as nine Tier Three Middle Grade Fire Dragon Talismans spewed forth from his hands.

In a moment, the sounds of explosions reverberated, the black flood dragon shredded the fire dragons viciously, roaring as it continued its pursuit of Lin Chang’an.

"Heh heh, the little mouse isn’t bad, your primordial spirit must be quite delicious to devour."

The irritating sound echoed, faintly stirring all sorts of fears deep in one’s heart.

Realizing something was amiss, Lin Chang’an snarled angrily, counterattacking with a divine sense attack of his own.

"This old ghost actually mastered the Divine Soul Secret Techniques of the Yin Soul Sect, amplifying fear with his words!"

Yin Spirits are inherently adept with divine soul-related divine techniques, yet wielding this beguiling sound divine technique recorded in the Silver Soul Sect’s heritage.

Profound Soul Needle

A muffled grunt emerged from the black mist, followed by a sinister laugh.

"The little mouse’s divine sense isn’t bad, mastering divine soul techniques as well. It seems today your primordial spirit is a must-have for this old man!"

"Old ghost, if you truly had that strength, you wouldn’t be using such underhanded sneak attacks. To leave me here, your mere divided soul isn’t good enough."

Lin Chang’an retorted coldly, three Sun-piercing Divine Swords forming a sword shield around him, surrounded by Sun Spiritual Fire, making the opponent wary.

Meanwhile, he continued to manipulate the three Sun-piercing Divine Swords to launch attacks.

This old ghost first used myriad of Yin Spirits and now this divine sense technique attack, clearly unwilling to engage directly, confirming Lin Chang’an’s conjecture.

"Sun Spiritual Fire... Well, if these flying swords were refined from the six-thousand-year-old Fusang Divine Tree, even my main body would be cautious.

It’s a pity that your flying swords’ materials only reach three thousand years, not quite qualified. Let’s see how long you, little mouse, can last!"

Though not as strong as its main body, its divine soul quality is at the Transformation Nascent Soul Realm, so this Sun Spiritual Fire merely posed some inconvenience.

The black flood dragon roared, sending streams of Yin Spirit Evil Energy forth, while Lin Chang’an dodged sideways continuously, forming incantations, as flashing fiery swords darted swiftly.

"Endurance..."

Lin Chang’an’s eyes flickered with a cold light; he truly wasn’t afraid of an endurance battle.

If not for fearing the influence of throngs of Yin Spirits and specter calamities weakening him, he would have long halted to unleash the Phoenix Cry Bird.

"Hah hah, boy, that young girl’s wounded, what’s the matter, feeling distressed? If so, you better hurry to save her, otherwise this tasty primordial spirit and essence blood, this old man will gladly accept..."

The sharp, threatening voice echoed continuously, however, Lin Chang’an remained calm, operating the Divine Sense Chapter of his cultivated technique. His mind cleared, unmoved by the misleading tactics.