Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

Could this Lin be an undercover agent of the Profound Yin Demon Sect?

After all, ever since the Yin Soul Sect disappeared, only the Profound Yin Demon Sect had the means to create Yin Sha Corpse Puppets in the Demon Beast Abyss.

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Amid the thunder and lightning of the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea, a green escape light sped rapidly.

The entire way, he paid no regard to the mana consumption.

Normally, such a rapid escape light technique would consume mana extremely, making it impossible for ordinary Core Formation Cultivators to sustain it for long. However, due to Lin Chang’an’s powerful Self-Healing Body’s recovery ability,

his mana was surprisingly still maintained at about seventy to eighty percent.

Finally, breaking through layers of clouds and mist, Lin Chang’an’s expression changed.

"I sensed it!"

The Sword Servant’s aura, he finally sensed it.

Under the swift escape light, Lin Chang’an was inwardly annoyed, vowing to find a top-tier escape technique if he ever had the chance.

At critical moments, his escape light relied on his powerful mana and the recovery ability of his Self-Healing Body, boasting extraordinary endurance.

But speed-wise, it hadn’t exceeded those of the same level by much.

Within the island’s array.

Amidst the booming sound, the Cyan-Horned Bull roared, and the three-headed Yin Sha Corpse Puppets were also heavily injured, while the Double-Headed Tiger was shaking its head in embarrassment.

"Damn scoundrels, you are spies from the Profound Yin Demon Sect."

As the rumbling continued, Mr. Meng was in a sorry state but had an unexpected hint of joy on his face.

As long as this information got out, even if the Seven Kingdoms Alliance found out, they wouldn’t dare to say much. He not only had no fault but also great merit.

Despite the array, as an experienced Core Formation Late Stage Cultivator, who had even ventured through a Secret Realm, his experience in breaking arrays was unparalleled.

"Wretched girl, this Black Blood Divine Needle is refined from the tail of a scorpion beast, extremely poisonous. It’s beyond expectation that you could survive until now.

Sadly, this matter is of grave importance. You cannot be left alive!"

Mr. Meng sneered. Although trapped within the array, he showed no fear.

The strength and foundation of a Peak of Core Formation Late Stage Cultivator couldn’t be countered by a mere array.

Under several Tier Three Forbidden-Breaking Talismans, the surrounding array had nearly reached its limit, with the array barrier showing countless cracks.

Yet at this moment, a cold voice rang out, making his expression sharply change.

"Oh? I wonder who Mr. Meng intends to kill!"

As Lin Chang’an’s voice echoed, the escape light had already brought him beside the Sword Servant.

"Master!"

The Sword Servant’s complexion was pale, with black veins creeping up her neck, indicating deep poisoning.

"Impressive, to force a Core Formation Late Stage Cultivator into such a state is rare indeed."

Lin Chang’an’s cold gaze swept over Mr. Meng, while his hand wrapped around the Sword Servant began channeling mana.

Killing Mr. Meng was a minor issue; the Sword Servant’s condition was the real priority.

"Mr. Lin..."

Upon seeing Lin Chang’an’s arrival, Mr. Meng’s expression tightened. At this moment, hiding was unnecessary.

"I didn’t expect Mr. Lin to be with the Profound Yin Demon Sect. Today was merely a misunderstanding. Seeing you arrive so swiftly, your mana must be nearly depleted."

Panting heavily, Mr. Meng had the intent to retreat the moment Lin Chang’an arrived.

Though he didn’t know how Lin Chang’an arrived so quickly, his own mana was also nearly exhausted.

"Adieu, my friend!"

As he spoke, Mr. Meng had already activated three Forbidden-Breaking Talismans, shattering the nearby barrier in an instant.

"Mr. Meng, without giving Lin an explanation today, it’s best not to leave!"

"Mr. Lin, even if you want to stop me, you can’t!"

As the barrier shattered, Mr. Meng’s escape light fled, and in his rage, he raised his hand, unleashing a Black Blood Flying Needle.

The Sword Servant shouted upon seeing this, "Master, beware, this needle is highly poisonous!"

The Four-Symbol Dragon Scale Armor shimmered with a slight golden phantom, halting the Black Blood Flying Needle three inches away.

The sharp buzzing sound resonated, seeing it made Mr. Meng’s pupils contract with shock and suspicion of the Profound Yin Demon Sect once more.

Otherwise, how could such a person possess so many treasures?

Especially this defensive treasure, which was exceedingly rare and precious.

"Mr. Lin, as a member of the Profound Yin Demon Sect, consider how to account to True Monarch Lu and Bihai Palace.

By the way, your concubine is severely poisoned, and without immediate treatment, even a Poison Erosion Golden Core would be beyond salvation..."

Amidst Mr. Meng’s ostentatious laughter, facing the Sword Aura coming from behind, he hesitated not at all, quickly summoning his defensive turtle shell to block it.

Yet, just as his figure and escape light passed through the array barrier’s opening, glancing at Lin Chang’an and others behind him, a hint of a smile played across his lips as he prepared for swift retreat.

Suddenly, a terrifying death crisis arose.

"Pfft!"

Three escape lights seemed to have long lain in wait outside. As he fled and repeatedly defended against rear assaults, relaxing his guard,

murderous intent erupted!

With blood splattered everywhere, Mr. Meng looked in terror at the three Lin Chang’ans before him, disbelief written in his eyes.

"How... how could this be!"

In the flash of a moment, the Thunder Halberd smashed his Mana Shield, and the golden Sun-piercing Divine Sword pierced directly through his abdomen.

Then a black Sword Aura flashed, severing his head.

Then the angry roar from below as the three Yin Sha Corpse Puppets charged up, he watched helplessly as the puppets voraciously devoured his corpse.

How tenacious is the life of a Core Formation Cultivator?

In that moment, he understood well; his severed head still held consciousness after the chaos of battle.

Yet, the next instant, a searing painful tearing sensation came, leaving him staring in horror at the demon blade in Lin Chang’an’s hand.