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Seeing this, Zhou Yuan did not take out the talisman, but instead controlled the Black Dragon Snatcher and the Broken Gold Sword to continue to exert pressure on the blood cocoon.

At the same time, his divine sense was firmly locked onto the changes in the blood cocoon, while his mind was rapidly calculating.

Liu Jing's power-building process was noticeably slower than Zhou Yuan had anticipated.

After all, while intermediate-level spells and talismans are powerful, they require time and sufficient mana to activate.

A few breaths later, the golden talisman finally trembled slightly with a "hum" and was fully activated!

It transformed into a blinding golden light and soared above the four blood-red cocoons.

Then, a soft "pop" sound rang out.

The golden light burst open instantly, but instead of dissipating, it transformed into countless tiny golden specks, like golden raindrops, drifting down in a gentle, ethereal fashion.

Strangely, these falling points of light began to deform as they descended, rapidly shrinking and stretching... In the blink of an eye, all the golden points of light transformed into tiny swords, each about an inch long, gleaming with golden light, exuding a chilling aura, and incomparably sharp!

There are over a thousand of them!

"Thousand Blades Technique! Fall!"

Liu Jing's face turned slightly pale, clearly indicating that activating this talisman had consumed a great deal of energy. He pointed his fingers like a sword and fiercely struck the four blood-red cocoons below!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

Thousands of small golden swords, like an army under command, emitted dense and sharp whistling sounds, transforming into a golden rain of swords that shot down in batches and in layers towards the blood-red cocoon of light below!

The scale of the attack was absolutely terrifying!

The first wave of golden sword rain struck the blood cocoon, producing a dense, explosive sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves. The crimson light on the surface of the cocoon fluctuated violently, flickering unpredictably. The areas struck were noticeably dented, but the cocoon remained resilient and did not break.

From within the blood cocoon, muffled groans and roars could be faintly heard. The blood light suddenly intensified again, clearly indicating that the four blood servants were desperately circulating their evil arts and urging their essence and blood power to resist this terrifying attack.

Finally, just as the blood-red light was almost completely dimmed and the attack was about to collapse, the first wave of the Thousand Blade Technique was forcefully withstood!

Although the four blood cocoons were dim and covered with fine cracks, they ultimately did not break.

"What?!"

A look of disbelief flashed in Liu Jing's eyes.

His intermediate-level Thousand Blade Technique talisman is powerful enough to severely injure or even kill an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Unexpectedly, the evil protective blood light that the four of them jointly unleashed was so resilient!

His brow furrowed, just as he was about to grit his teeth and use his other trump cards, or coordinate an attack with Song Meng's talisman—

Zhou Yuan, who had been silently observing from the side, suddenly spoke up, his voice calm and even: "Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Song, it seems these blood cocoons are more durable than we thought. Why don't you let me give them a try?"

Liu Jing and Song Meng were both taken aback upon hearing this and looked at Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan's expression remained unchanged, seemingly unaffected by the failure of the Thousand Blade Technique.

Before the two could respond, Zhou Yuan had already made his move.

He didn't even put away his magic weapon; he simply formed a mysterious hand seal in front of his chest with his hands. His movements were so fluid and fast that they almost left afterimages!

Half a breath!

In just half a breath!

Above Zhou Yuan's head, in the void, spiritual energy was frantically gathering, compressing, and solidifying!

In an instant, thousands of pale golden, solid sword lights, each about a foot long and with a cold blade, appeared out of thin air without any warning!

These sword lights were not formed from talismans, nor were they illusions of magical artifacts. Instead, they were magical creations formed by pure magical power and divine consciousness drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth—the Thousand Blade Technique!

Instant cast!

The Perfected Thousand Blade Technique!

"What?!" This time, Liu Jing was truly shocked, even exclaiming in a low voice, his pupils suddenly contracting!

What did he see?

Zhou Yuan actually cast a mid-level intermediate spell, Thousand Blade Technique, in half a breath with his bare hands?

How is this possible?!

This level of magic is extremely difficult to cultivate. Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators need more than ten years of hard work to cultivate it to the minor completion stage; to cultivate it to the major completion stage, they need decades of relentless practice and comprehension, consuming a great deal of time and energy.

Most importantly, Foundation Establishment cultivators only have a lifespan of about two hundred years. Before their cultivation reaches a bottleneck and they can no longer improve quickly, who would be willing to spend so much time cultivating such a resource-intensive and inconvenient intermediate spell? Wouldn't it be more worthwhile to use that time to improve their cultivation and save up more spirit stones to buy powerful magic weapons or talismans?

Therefore, usually only veteran cultivators who have wasted many years in the Foundation Establishment stage, whose cultivation has reached the late stage or even the peak and can no longer advance, or experts in the Core Formation stage, will choose to cultivate one or two intermediate spells to a high level as a regular means of fighting enemies.

Liu Jing himself only managed to obtain a precious Thousand Blade Technique talisman as a trump card thanks to his family's resources and Li Huayuan's reward. He himself would never have been able to unleash such a powerful Thousand Blade Technique, let alone cast it instantly!

But how old is Zhou Yuan? How many years has he been at the Foundation Establishment stage? Hasn't he been fighting on the front lines all this time? Where did he find the time and energy to cultivate the Thousand Blade Technique to such an unbelievable level of perfection?

Song Meng, standing to the side, was equally stunned, his mouth slightly agape, almost forgetting to control his talismanic spear. Instantaneous Thousand Blade Technique? This was completely beyond his comprehension of the strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

To the astonishment of the two, Zhou Yuan pressed his hands down, forming a hand seal!

"go!"

Thousands of pale golden sword lights, like soldiers receiving orders, carried an aura that was more condensed and sharper than the small golden swords formed by Liu Jing's talismans. They transformed into a denser and more violent golden storm, sweeping down towards the four blood-red cocoons below that were already covered with cracks and had dimmed light!

"Puff puff puff puff—!!!"

This time, the sound of the impact was no longer like rain pattering on banana leaves, but like a sharp blade cutting through rotten leather, or like countless steel needles piercing through thick paper!

Under the baptism of Zhou Yuan's Thousand Blade Technique Storm, which was at a perfect level and even more powerful, the cracks on the surface of the four blood-red light cocoons spread and expanded wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The blood-red light flickered and swayed violently like a candle in the wind, making a creaking sound as it struggled to breathe.

From within, the muffled roars of the four Blood Servants, filled with shock, anger, and pain, could be faintly heard.

Finally, under the relentless onslaught of the golden storm, the crimson light of the four blood cocoons completely dimmed, and the cracks on their surfaces intertwined into a web, reaching their limit.

"Crack... Boom!!!"

The four blood cocoons burst open almost simultaneously!

Thick, sticky blood-red light, mixed with foul-smelling chunks of flesh, shot out in all directions!

However, although the blood cocoon ruptured, the four blood servants inside did not seem to have been completely annihilated. Four twisted, swollen figures, exuding even stronger demonic energy, were vaguely about to rise up in the bloody light...

Seeing this, Liu Jing's heart tightened. Just as he was about to disregard the energy expenditure and forcefully activate the talismanic spear for a final strike—

He was horrified to see that above Zhou Yuan's head, where the thousand sword lights had just dissipated, spiritual energy was once again frantically gathering!

Less than a breath later!

Another thousand pale golden, solidified sword lights appeared out of thin air! The light was even more intense and condensed than the previous wave!

Zhou Yuan's expression remained calm, but his eyes were slightly cold as he pressed his hands down again.

"fall."

The second wave of the Thousand Blade Technique storm, without any pause, descended upon the four Blood Servants who had just emerged from their cocoons, whose figures were not yet stable, and whose auras had not yet fully reached their peak!

"No--!!"

Amidst the blood-red light, came the Qingwen Daoist's horrified and desperate roar, Tie Luo's unwilling roar, and the screams of the Ice Demon and the Wooden Snake.

But all of this seemed so pale and powerless under the absolute power of the second wave of Thousand Blade Technique.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

The muffled sounds of countless pieces of flesh being cut, torn, and pierced mingled together, making one's teeth ache.

The golden storm of sword light completely engulfed that area, shredding and annihilating all the blood, demonic energy, and roars!

As the storm of the second wave of Thousand Blades Technique slowly dissipated.

Where were the four Blood Servants?

Only the ground was littered with dark red pieces of flesh and blood, mixed with tattered robes, emitting a strong stench.

On some of the larger fragments, you can still see scales that haven't completely fallen off, bone spurs, or twisted limb features, indicating that their transformation was incomplete.

Amidst this blood and flesh, four beads of different sizes and colors, smooth in surface yet with faint blood-red patterns, and emanating a pure yet mixed evil aura, stood out conspicuously.

White, cyan, gold, yellow.

It is the Five Elements Fiend Pill, formed from the lifelong cultivation and fiendish energy of the four Blood Servants!

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