Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 177: Panacea and the Destruction of the Sixth Palace

The moment the two Nascent Soul cultivators appeared, Dong Bin's hands quickly formed hand seals like a phantom. As the hand seals fell one after another, an invisible yet powerful force surged in the hall.

In the blink of an eye, rays of light suddenly rose up around the hall. These rays of light seemed to have life, interweaving and entwining with each other, colliding to produce crackling sparks of spiritual power.

In a flash, the rays of light connected from beginning to end and condensed into a very powerful magic circle in the blink of an eye. After the magic circle was formed, waves of ochre ripples appeared, one circle after another, spreading out in all directions in an unquestionable manner, covering everyone in the hall without exception.

"Do it!"

The monk in the green Confucian robe shouted anxiously. As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly made hand gestures with his hands, and a flying sword with shining light suddenly flew out of his mouth.

The sword was long and straight, the blade flashed with cold light, and it was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the void. He continued to make hand gestures with his hands, continuously injecting his own magic power into it.

The flying sword flew into the air, making a buzzing sound, like an awakened beast. With the blessing of his magic power, the flying sword's light became more and more dazzling. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to a size of more than ten feet. A terrifying pressure that soared into the sky and spread out, as if it was going to crush the entire hall to pieces.

He suddenly shouted: "Behead!"

The sound was like the ringing of a huge bell, making people's eardrums hurt. The giant sword seemed to have received the most sacred command, and it roared towards Lin Fan with an unstoppable momentum.

Its speed was so fast that people had almost no time to blink. In an instant, it flew above Lin Fan, and then, with endless power, it slashed down with a loud bang.

Before the sword actually fell, the surrounding air seemed to have been cut into countless pieces by the sharp sword energy, making a crackling sound that was terrifying.

Another big man in a light yellow brocade robe was not to be outdone. He took a deep breath, shouted suddenly, and a pitch-black blood demon sickle magic weapon flew out of his mouth in an instant.

At first, this magic weapon was only an inch in size and inconspicuous, but as he continuously inputted magic power into it, it expanded to a size of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.

As expected of a powerful cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, the power emanating from this magic weapon is earth-shattering and makes people feel despair, as if it can devour all things in the world.

"go with!"

He gave an order, and the sound was like thunder. The magic weapon flew towards Lin Fan like an arrow, bringing up a gust of black wind.

Seeing the attacks of the two magic weapons coming at him in an instant, Lin Fan's heart trembled, knowing that his current situation was a little bad. He secretly estimated that the ice and fire shield he had cast out might not be able to completely withstand these two rounds of fierce attacks.

It’s not that the Ice and Fire Shield is not powerful enough, but most of the magic power in his body is used to suppress the poison of "Thousand Machine Powder", so he cannot fully activate this magic weapon, causing its power to be greatly reduced.

At the critical moment, Lin Fan had no time to think, so he made a prompt decision, slammed his storage bag, and took out another ancient magic shield weapon.

He quickly made a hand gesture and the shield instantly flew into the air. A faint light shield slowly emerged on the surface, like a protective barrier, blocking Lin Fan steadily. It looked weak, but gave people a feeling of being indestructible.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword of the monk in Confucian robes, the blood demon sickle magic weapon of the man in brocade clothes, and Lin Fan's ice and fire cover and Tianxuan shield collided heavily with each other.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a deafening roar rang out, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The sound was so sharp and piercing that it almost broke people's eardrums.

The powerful shock waves generated by the collision of the magic weapons swept around like raging tsunamis.

The remaining power was even more indestructible, and it pierced the walls and the ground of the hall with holes, and cracks spread like spider webs.

Even the magic circle shield that enveloped everyone was rippling violently at this moment, and the light flickered, as if it would be completely shattered in the next second. The entire hall fell into a precarious situation.

Dong Bin's face suddenly changed when he saw this, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He immediately stopped the attack he was about to launch and turned his full attention to maintaining the stability of the magic circle.

He hurriedly took out a formation plate, and quickly pinched complicated spells with his hands, desperately inputting his own magic power into the formation plate, trying to stabilize the shaky formation and prevent it from collapsing under this powerful impact.

When the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the scene that came into view stunned everyone present.

The two defensive magic weapons that Lin Fan summoned actually blocked all attacks steadily and without any damage.

Under the protection of the two magic weapons, Lin Fan was unharmed and looked calm, as if the thrilling and fierce confrontation just now was just an insignificant episode.

The monk in the green Confucian robe and the big man in the light yellow brocade robe had expressions of disbelief on their faces, their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost.

"How could you possibly be intact?"

The brocade-robed man was the most shocked. He lost his voice subconsciously, his voice full of panic and confusion, and the ending tone couldn't help but tremble slightly.

You have to know that he is a powerful cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. In the world of immortal cultivation, the difference in magical powers between the early and middle stages of the Nascent Soul is not a small one.

Under normal circumstances, the strength of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator is at least equivalent to that of two early-Nascent Soul cultivators; the more powerful ones can even fight against three to four early-Nascent Soul cultivators alone.

In their opinion, with such a huge gap in strength, the attack that should have been a sure win was easily resolved by Lin Fan. This was really hard to accept.

At this time, Dong Bin, who had already stabilized the magic circle, also hurried over. The three of them stood in a triangle, surrounding Lin Fan firmly in the middle.

Dong Bin looked at Lin Fan with curiosity, his eyes flashing with complex light. He thought to himself, I didn't expect that this person looks unremarkable, but his magical powers are so powerful.

Even though he was poisoned by the strange "Thousand Machine Powder", he was still able to withstand the joint attack of two monks of the same level. It is really admirable.

However, the world of cultivating immortals is a place where the strong prey on the weak and it is cruel and ruthless. Since we have become enemies, we must naturally eradicate them completely and not leave any future troubles.

"Do it!"

Dong Bin suddenly shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder, echoing in the hall. Before he finished speaking, he held a dark green flying sword in his hand, and with a "whoosh", the flying sword flew into the air like an awakened dragon, circling rapidly and making a low buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Bin quickly pinched the magic formula with his hands, and streams of spiritual power poured into the flying sword like silk threads.

In an instant, the flying sword immediately became several feet in size, and the sword body became more and more emerald green, like a piece of natural and peerless jade. However, the cold chill and sharp sword energy made people dare not underestimate it at all, as if the slightest touch would instantly tear it into pieces.

Upon hearing this, the monk in Confucian robes joined the siege without saying a word. His hands quickly made hand gestures like a phantom, and spiritual energy surged around his body. The flying sword that had been so powerful before began to buzz again, like an enraged beast.

The silver runes on the sword glowed brightly, and with an indomitable momentum, it stabbed towards Lin Fan fiercely, aiming directly at Lin Fan's throat. The sharp sword energy drew visible traces in the air.

The big man in brocade robe was not to be outdone. He surged with magical power all over his body, quickly formed seals with his hands, and activated the Blood Demon Scythe with all his strength.

The Blood Demon Scythe was instantly wrapped in a thick black mist, and faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard, as if the evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell were roaring, and they launched a fierce attack on Lin Fan. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted, bringing up a black gust of wind, which made people terrified.

In just a few breaths of this fierce confrontation, the "panacea" that Lin Fan had taken before began to work wonders.

This pill is indeed a holy product for healing and detoxification. At this moment, it has detoxified most of the poison in "Qianji Powder", leaving only a tiny bit of residual poison. Under the suppression of Lin Fan's powerful spiritual power, it can no longer cause any trouble.

The magic power that was previously used to suppress the poison was now released. Lin Fan suddenly felt the spiritual power in his body filling up, and his momentum instantly rose.

He looked at the three magical weapons whistling towards him, but instead of feeling the slightest bit of fear, he snorted coldly, his voice icy and piercing, as if it came from a thousand-year-old cold pond:
"You three are truly courting your own death! You actually dared to plot against me, Lin Fan! If I don't crush you three to dust and scatter your bones to ashes today, I, Lin Fan, will have come to this world in vain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan skillfully and effortlessly formed a magical formula, his aura suddenly changing, and he looked like an invincible god of war. The Tianxuan Shield, which had been protecting him, instantly transformed into a stream of light, precisely blocking the Blood Demon Scythe's path.

"Ding dong!"

With a crisp sound, the Blood Demon Scythe collided violently with the Tianxuan Shield. The huge impact force bounced the Blood Demon Scythe back fiercely, and the black mist also dissipated a little in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the flying sword of the Confucian-robed monk and Dong Bin's dark green flying sword slashed at the ice and fire shield almost at the same time.

With a loud "bang", a deafening roar sounded, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The entire hall shook violently, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

The powerful shock wave generated by the collision of the magic weapons swept around like a raging tsunami, instantly blowing away the tables, chairs, ornaments and other objects in the hall and turning them into powder.

However, what was shocking was that the ice and fire shield, which had been hit by the full force of several magic weapons, only caused a slight ripple, and the layer of alternating ice and fire light shield was still as solid as before, and it was still a long way from breaking its defense.

Dong Bin and the other two monks were overwhelmed when they saw this, and their hearts were filled with shock and confusion.

Isn’t Lin Fan’s defense too incredible?

It was actually able to block the attacks of three monks of the same level at the same time. This defensive power was beyond their imagination.

The three of them looked at each other, with a hint of uneasiness in their eyes. After looking at each other, they all knew in their hearts that they could not let Lin Fan leave, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

After a brief silence, the three of them exchanged glances quickly, and instantly understood each other and came up with an idea.

They knew that no matter how incredible Lin Fan's defense was, it still needed the support of mana. At his early Nascent Soul stage, how long could he hold out?

As long as we continue to launch attacks and exhaust his magic power, he will be like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

When they thought of the huge wealth on Lin Fan and the two defensive treasures, a glimmer of greed flashed in the eyes of the three people, as if those treasures had already been put into their pockets. The strong greed almost devoured their reason.

Lin Fan naturally saw the exchange between their eyes, but he knew in his heart that no matter what the other party was planning, in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trick would be futile.

He snorted coldly, and murderous intent flashed through his mind. In an instant, Lin Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out seven flying swords shining with golden light.

As soon as these flying swords appeared, they seemed to come alive. The sword bodies hummed and began to spin at high speed in the hall.

In the blink of an eye, he surrounded all four of them with a fierce force. The sharp sword energy emanating from the sword froze the surrounding air.

Lin Fan's hands danced rapidly, constantly performing complex sword techniques. Every movement was smooth and natural, with a unique rhythm.

The Seven Star Swords were precisely arranged according to the positions of the Big Dipper, and then began to move back and forth at high speed.

As the sword techniques continued to change, the golden sword light became more and more, like a golden ocean, illuminating the entire hall with golden splendor.

When Dong Bin and the other two saw this, a hint of uneasiness flashed in their eyes. They looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

However, they were not the kind of people who would sit there and wait for death. They quickly slapped their storage bags and took out their defensive magic weapons.

Then, they poured all their magic power into it, using defensive magic weapons to protect themselves tightly. At the same time, they began to activate their own magic weapons and launched a crazy attack on Lin Fan.

The Blood Demon Scythe was wrapped in black demonic mist, the dark green flying sword flashed with a cold light, and together with another flying sword, it flew towards Lin Fan with an indomitable momentum. Wherever it passed, ripples appeared in the space.

Lin Fan kept making sword gestures with his hands, flexibly changing the sword formation, while controlling the defensive magic weapon, calmly blocking the attacks of several people.

In an instant, various magic weapons in the hall collided violently, and colorful spiritual power shot everywhere like fireworks, making a deafening sound.

Under the ravages of powerful force, the entire hall was destroyed and riddled with holes, the walls were covered with cracks, and the ground became bumpy.

In the blink of an eye, the hall could no longer hold on and collapsed. The magic circle around it was also destroyed by the powerful aftermath of the battle, turning into specks of light and dissipating in the air.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, filled with smoke and dust. Lin Fan took advantage of the gap in the defense, saw the opportunity, and flashed out of the sword formation like a ghost.

At this moment, the situation suddenly reversed, turning into a one-sided massacre. Lin Fan quickly executed sword gestures with both hands, and the hundreds of sword lights in the Seven Star Sword Formation instantly transformed into densely packed sword threads. These sword threads were as thin as hair, yet incredibly sharp, like a deadly blade from hell.

Faced with the overwhelming sword threads, the three people's defensive magic weapons only lasted for a dozen breaths under their crazy cutting, and were cut into countless pieces one after another, turning into points of light and dissipating.

Naturally, these three people would not sit still and wait for death. They continued to struggle desperately, constantly taking out magic weapons from their storage bags to resist.

However, ordinary magic weapons are simply unable to withstand the sharp attacks of the sword threads. They can often only withstand three or two attacks before being shattered into pieces by the crazy cutting of the sword threads.

Soon, the faces of the three were filled with despair, their breathing became rapid, and their eyes were full of fear.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang". It turned out that one of the monks chose to self-destruct his life-saving magic weapon in desperation.

The powerful impact of the explosion caused the Seven Star Sword Formation to become a little unsmooth for a moment, and the originally tight sword thread formation became a little disordered.

The man in brocade robe wanted to take this opportunity to escape from the sword formation, and attacked the weak point with the surge of Blood Demon Scythe's spiritual light. Unfortunately, Lin Fan did not give him the chance. With a pinch of sword formula, the sword formation returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

There was a "hiss" sound, followed by dense cutting sounds. In the blink of an eye, the Blood Demon Scythe was destroyed by the sword silk. The big man in brocade robe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was extremely pale. It turned out that his life-saving magic weapon was destroyed.

The scope of the sword formation became increasingly narrow, and the three people trapped in it were already in a desperate situation, but they still tried to struggle to death, and wanted to use the same trick again, to self-destruct their own magic weapons to seek a glimmer of hope of survival.

In an instant, there was a loud "bang", shaking the surrounding air and a violent energy overflowed.

However, could Lin Fan's sword formation be broken through so easily?

The overwhelming sword energy mercilessly strangled the three people. Sharp screams tore through the sky. The three people had no time to react before they were instantly cut into countless pieces of flesh by the sharp sword energy. Blood rain fell from the sky...

Lin Fan looked calm as he methodically collected the three people's storage bags one by one. They felt heavy in his hands, as if they were filled with evidence of the three people's greed.

Then, he walked to one of the remaining heads, stretched out one hand, slowly placed his palm on the other's forehead, closed his eyes, and let his spiritual power seep into his mind like a silk thread, and began to perform the soul-searching technique.

Not long after, Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Lin Fan walked quickly towards the treasure room according to the memories he gained from soul searching. Not long after, he arrived in front of a heavy and ancient stone door. He raised his hand and waved it lightly. A stream of spiritual power instantly hit the door lock. With a "click", the lock opened.

As you step into the secret room, an old smell with the scent of treasures hits you. The secret room is filled with a wide variety of rare treasures, including spiritual stones emitting soft light, rare and ancient medicinal materials, and magic weapons emitting powerful spiritual fluctuations, shining with an alluring luster in the dim secret room.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. He acted quickly, his hands moving among the treasures like a phantom, putting each precious treasure into his storage bag.

Not long after, all the treasures in the secret room were looted by him. Lin Fan patted his bulging storage bag, a satisfied smile on his face. Then he turned around, strode out of the secret room, and turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)