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Luli stared fixedly at Qin Sang, her previous negative thoughts vanished without a trace. Her gaze regained its firmness, and her lips moved slightly.

Qin Sang's expression flashed a hint of surprise. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard Yin Changsheng's roar.

"Lingbao!"

"Where did you get your spirit treasure!"

After the storm, Yin Changsheng's roar echoed.

Damn it!

"You should die!"

"No! I can't kill you yet!"

"I will forge you into a blood servant, to aid me in my ascension to the divine!"

Once again, he failed. It seemed to have thoroughly enraged Yin Changsheng.

Yin Changsheng was furious, his words became incoherent, and his voice was extremely shrill, making people tremble with fear. It was hard to imagine that this was a powerful cultivator who shook the North Sea, the head of a prestigious sect.

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Yin Changsheng's expression twisted even more, his eyes filled with murderous intent. His gaze was like a sword, as if he wanted to pierce Qin Sang. Then, he let out a burst of wild laughter.

"Haha... so what if you have a spirit treasure Let's see how many times you can actually use it!"

After the intense battle, Qin Sang had already depleted most of his true essence. Launching the Solar God Tree strike further exhausted him, leaving him with little remaining energy.

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He looked pale and hollow, his insides empty, exposed by Yin Changsheng.

“What else can you use to stop me!”

Yin Changsheng laughed wildly, his cultivation far surpassed Qin Sang's. Xuanjianlou was his natal magic weapon, so it naturally wouldn't be so easy for him to exhaust his strength.

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'Ding dong...'

The sword trembled violently.

The ringing sound reappeared, just as clear, but more urgent than before.

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The energy storm had not yet subsided, and the cave was a scene of utter chaos. Thick layers of ice on the walls and floor cracked and shattered into fragments.

Only the pool of blood remained still, its surface undisturbed by any movement.

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Whoosh!

Yin Changsheng made his move again.

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With a roar, the sword pierces through the energy storm at the Hanging Sword Tower, followed by another identical ray of light.

An old trick repeated.

He possesses absolute power, he doesn't need any other fancy changes.

Qin Sang, due to the immense consumption of his true essence, was in disarray. His eyes were heavy with concentration, and his expression, contrary to what Yin Changsheng desired, showed no sign of despair.

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Just then, Qin Sang reached out and brushed her waist.

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'Whoosh!'

A phantom flashed out.

It's a perfect outer incarnation!

His avatar's expression was stiff, not even a hint of fear on his face when facing the terrifying Hanging Sword Tower. His eyes moved slightly, landing on the Sun God Tree, and without hesitation, he received the divine artifact from his main body.

"Whew!"

Genuine energy surged, and was instantly devoured by half of the Sun God Tree.

And the other three divine birds flapped their wings and took flight.

At this moment, where the three divine birds had just flown away from the blossoming petals, the inexhaustible breath of the Southern Ming Fire was rapidly condensing. The Solar Divine Bird would soon be reborn.

A familiar scene appears again.

‘Boom boom boom!’

The turbulence, not yet fully dissipated, was engulfed by the new, forming a larger, more destructive energy storm.

The cavern had been battered by terrible storms many times, giving it a feeling of imminent collapse.

“Avatar”

Yin Changsheng's face was full of astonishment.

It's not surprising that a Yuanying cultivator would refine an avatar. What surprised him was that Qin Sang actually had an avatar with the same cultivation level as his main body.

He had once cultivated this secret art, but he couldn't do it. It was like a tasteless bit of chicken, useless. Later, the secret art for avoiding calamity required him to sort himself out, to discard the chaff and keep the grain, so he abandoned it altogether.

If the old demon were here, he would now be at our mercy.

In any case, Yin Changsheng couldn't have imagined that Qin Sang, who was only at the middle stage of Nascent Soul, would be more difficult to deal with than a great cultivator, forcing him to this point!

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“A mere avatar, how many times can you stop me”

Yin Changsheng was furious.

Twice using his natal treasures, he still couldn't defeat Qin Sang. This put Yin Changsheng at a further disadvantage; he didn't realize that the madness in his tone was already incredibly intense.

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'Ding ding ding...'

The identical ringing sound echoed through the cavern, becoming more urgent and... chaotic.

"Whoosh!"

The glow resembled a multicolored bolt of lightning, accompanied by Yin Changsheng's roar that was either anger or madness. It pierced through the energy storm and came at them at incredible speed, its might undiminished in the slightest.

Three sunbirds set sail again.

"Boom!"

The biting cold had long since vanished, leaving nothing but whiteness.

In the grotto, visible to the naked eye, there were only streaks of brilliant colors mixed with crimson, with astonishing destructive power, sweeping across everything.

Within these turbulences, there are two vortex-shaped centers that continuously surge.

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Although he successfully repelled the attack from the Xuan Jian Lou once again, his avatar was already exhausted, his body trembling, his breath rapidly waning, and he was powerless to fight on.

Qin Sang's complexion changed drastically, his face contorted in terror. Without hesitation, he abandoned his outer avatar and the glazed pearl in his arms, ignoring even his magic treasure as he soared upwards on his sword, seemingly preparing for a final desperate escape.

A husband and wife are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away in different directions.

"Haha..."

Yin Changsheng laughed wildly. After so many twists and turns, he finally got his wish. Yin Changsheng's temperament had experienced great ups and downs, he was extremely excited and couldn't contain himself. From his laughter, you could hardly hear his original voice anymore.

“Come back here!”

“Whoosh!”

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The Hanging Sword Pavilion suddenly appeared in the sky and plummeted down.

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Facing the Sword Hanging Pavilion, the Seven Souls Killing Formation only lasted for a moment before being broken. The Golden Depths Sword let out a mournful cry and was sent flying by the tremendous force.

Qin Sang, exposed before the Sword Hanging Pavilion, was utterly helpless.

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However, Yin Changsheng's purpose was not to kill Qin Sang, but to capture him and refine him into a blood servant.

Just then, the fear in Qin Sang's eyes disappeared, replaced by a flash of determination.

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A sudden change occurred!

The fallen Sun Tree suddenly stood upright, and the reborn Sun Bird with new life flapped its wings and flew straight towards Yin Changsheng's main body.

Qin Sang and his avatar were both exhausted, it seemed as if the magic treasure was protecting its master on its own, which was extremely strange.

Little did he know, it was Liuli's true essence that was being consumed!

Seeing the hope of life, Liuli, who was originally resolute in nature, was extremely decisive. She took the initiative to release the mark inside her body and willingly became Qin Sang's Xuan Nu, being completely controlled by Qin Sang. Even her true essence could be used by Qin Sang.

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However, this was not Qin Sang's own cultivation of true essence, so naturally other magic treasures could not be used in this way.

Qin Sang's way of controlling the Sun Tree was simple and crude, not to mention manipulation. Through Liuli, he could even barely summon the Sun Bird.

'Whoosh!'

The sunbird is swift as lightning.

Yin Changsheng's face contorted into a look of horror. The excited smile he had previously worn hadn't vanished, but it was twisted and abnormal, making him appear crazed, like a demon.

"You dare!"

Yin Changsheng screamed, ignoring Qin Sang, frantically recalling the Hanging Sword Pavilion.

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"Whoosh!"

Whoosh!

The seven-colored glow and the sun bird appeared almost simultaneously near the ice coffin.

Boom!

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A blinding storm erupted once more, chaos reigning supreme within the cavern.

Qin Sang stared fixedly at the center of the chasm.

Just then.

From the center of the explosion, a roar unlike any human voice erupted, filled with murderous intent, as if from the demonic whispers of the Nine Hells.

"You... all should die!"

Yin Changsheng hasn't fallen yet!

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But he had already fallen to demonic obsession.

As soon as he spoke,

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'Click!'

A bolt of lightning, without any warning, struck from the sky, illuminating the cave.

Unlike ordinary lightning, it carries the might of heaven!

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The Tianmu butterfly gently landed on Qin Sang's shoulder, its thin wings closing lightly, with lightning threads shimmering on them.

"Heavenly Tribulation!"

Yin Changsheng’s clamor came to an abrupt halt, his voice filled with terror to the extreme, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in his nature.."Fellow disciple!"After a moment of silence, they whispered to each other.Then, they looked up towards the direction of Dongming Island. The cultivator surnamed Hong slightly bowed and gestured with...