Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

The blazing eerie fire roared in, turning the surrounding night into a ghastly green.

"Fellow Daoist, watch out behind you!" Yin Wujiu shouted, his eyes wide with fury.

Hearing the fierce wind whistling behind him, Lin Xuan remained calm. He reached for his waist with his right hand and a magic sword was already in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, with a slight thought, his two kidney spirits, which had already reached the Great Perfection of cultivation, trembled simultaneously, and a vast amount of water elemental energy surged into the sword body through his meridians.

With a splash, a surge of water vapor appeared out of nowhere, swirling around the surface of the magic sword. Lin Xuan twisted his body sharply, exerted force with his wrist, and slashed down at the thick green fire pillar.

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The water vapor and the yin fire collided head-on, splitting the raging fire pillar in the middle. It grazed Lin Xuan's clothes and poured out to the forest on both sides, burning large areas of shrubs into charcoal.

A strong wind blew his robes, and Lin Xuan stood with his sword in hand. He was not injured, and not even a spark touched the hem of his clothes.

Elder Wang's sinister smile froze, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Yin Wujiu behind him also gasped, his hand holding the command flag trembling slightly. This was a full-force attack from a late-stage Grand Mage, yet it was cleaved in two by Lin Xuan's sword.

"I don't believe you can stop it!" Elder Wang came to his senses, his old face turning red. He immediately bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the octagonal lantern.

The green flame at the wick absorbed the essence blood, emitting a piercing hiss. It swelled in the wind and transformed into a ferocious fire serpent more than two zhang long, carrying a foul stench and poisonous aura as it pounced on Lin Xuan once again.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, and the majestic image of the True Martial Emperor, with his disheveled hair and bare feet, suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

As he used the Transformation Technique, a vast and awe-inspiring aura soared into the sky, and the Dao Qi flowing around his body instantly increased several times over.

This mere evil fire dares to act so presumptuously before the True Martial Dharma Image.

Lin Xuan raised his sword with one hand, took a step in the Yu Step, and slashed down with his sword in mid-air to meet the oncoming fire snake.

With a muffled boom, a torrent of water cascaded down the sword's edge. The terrifying blood-fire serpent couldn't even withstand half a breath before being cleaved into countless sparks and vanished without a trace.

With a single sword strike, Lin Xuan extinguished the fire serpent, then, with his toes barely touching the ground, he charged straight at Elder Wang, sword in hand.

Elder Wang's heart pounded wildly, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Just who is this kid?! My attack, which used my life essence, was actually blocked by this kid with a mere flick of his wrist!

This kid... is he really an early-stage Grand Mage?!

Are you kidding me?!

Just as Lin Xuan was about to kill Elder Wang first, a powerful early-stage evil cultivator, covered in thick yellow mud armor, brandished a large sword and slashed menacingly, preparing to ambush Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the man, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and he simultaneously activated his mental and physical powers.

The sword, imbued with the essence of water and fire, flowed and intertwined, radiating dazzling red and blue light. It turned and brought down a single, powerful strike.

puff!

The yellow mud armor that had previously boasted of its amazing defense was as brittle as tofu in front of the sword blade that was wrapped with the true meaning of water and fire. The early-stage evil cultivator, a great mage, couldn't even scream before he was cleaved in two, armor and all.

Warm blood splattered on the ground. Lin Xuan didn't even glance at the two severed corpses on the ground. He turned around and once again drew his sword to kill Elder Wang, who was not far away.

"Old Li! Quickly stop him for me! Let's join forces and kill him!" Elder Wang shouted urgently, his face turning pale.

Seeing his companion's gruesome death, and hearing Elder Wang's voice in his ear, the goatee's eyelids twitched violently, "You little bastard, your opponent is me!"

With a furious roar, the goatee poured all his evil energy into his mud armor, his right fist covered in a thick layer of yellow mud, as he charged towards Lin Xuan's sword.

He was, after all, a late-stage Grand Mage, and his mud armor had been refined over a decade; he refused to believe it couldn't withstand this kid's broken sword.

With a loud clang, the sword and the mud fist collided solidly in mid-air.

The next moment, the water and fire power attached to the magic sword exploded, and Goat Beard felt a great force surge into his body through his fist, and a large chunk of the hard yellow mud covering his fist was instantly blown away!

"How is that possible?!"

The goatee's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression changed instantly.

What domineering sword energy!

Lin Xuan gave him no chance to catch his breath, his footwork shifting as he closed in on the goatee, his magic sword transforming into countless afterimages.

The sword light, both water and fire, was as dense as rain, each strike faster than the last, continuously slashing at various parts of the goat's beard.

The muffled thuds continued, and the goatee was beaten so badly that it had no chance to fight back. It could only cover its head and face with its arms and defend itself in a sorry state, with large pieces of its yellow mud armor breaking off.

"Just what kind of monster is this kid...?"

Goatbeck was horrified. It was clearly just the Dao Qi fluctuations of an early-stage Grand Mage, but the sword intent and power were so overwhelming that he couldn't even breathe.

On the other side, Yin Wujiu, who was originally being suppressed, was even more shocked when he saw this scene.

"What superb swordsmanship!"

"Fellow disciples, form a battle formation and counterattack! Don't let this fellow Daoist fight alone!"

Yin Wujiu's spirits lifted, and he shouted to the three disciples behind him.

With the goatee no longer clinging to him, Yin Wujiu finally had a free hand. He bit his fingertip and smeared it on the black command flag, then waved it wildly in the wind.

"Decree from Yinshan! Ghost soldiers, heed my command! Hurry!"

As the incantation ended, the yin energy in the surrounding forest surged violently, and five or six ferocious yin ghosts with blue faces and fangs pounced out of the black mist, roaring as they charged toward Elder Wang.

Elder Wang had to keep an eye on the battle situation on the goat-bearded side while also dealing with the onrushing ghosts. For a time, he was in a flurry of activity and struggling to keep up with everything.

"What the hell are you all standing there for?!" Elder Wang slapped away a ghostly figure and cursed at the dumbfounded followers beside him. "Go kill that old bastard waving the flag! Stop them!"

Several members of the Yellow Heaven Cult suddenly realized what was happening and, steeling themselves, charged toward Yin Wujiu and his disciples.

At this moment, Lin Xuan had already shaved off most of the yellow mud armor on the goat-bearded figure at the core of the arena, and his movements had slowed down due to the excessive consumption of evil energy.

It's now!

Lin Xuan keenly sensed the weakness in the goat's beard, which had exhausted its old power. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the source of the Nine Heavens Thunder within his body surged into the magic sword through his arm.

With a crackling sound, an electric arc leaped, and lightning, water, and fire converged on the magic sword. Lin Xuan flicked his wrist and unleashed five consecutive sword strikes in the blink of an eye, each striking the same spot on the goatee's chest with perfect accuracy.

Click!

The first four sword strikes shattered the thick mud armor that remained on the goatee's chest, while the fifth sword strike, imbued with the power of thunder and fire, pierced directly through his chest and emerged from his back.

The goatee's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down at the charred, bloody hole in his chest, opened his mouth, but ultimately uttered no words. He fell heavily to the ground, face up, and died.

Lin Xuan flicked his sword back, shook off the blood droplets on the blade, and turned to look at Elder Wang not far away.

When Elder Wang met Lin Xuan's indifferent gaze, his hair stood on end, and only one thought remained in his mind.

Elder Li... just like that, he died?!

That was a veteran powerhouse who was at the same late-stage Grand Mage level as me. How long has it been since we started fighting? And he was killed on the spot like that?

The remaining members of the Yellow Heaven Cult were terrified when they saw the goatee's corpse; their hands, gripping their ritual implements, trembled uncontrollably.

"Run...run fast!"

Someone shouted, and the remaining followers lost all will to fight and turned to flee out of the dense forest.