Chapter 2118

Volume Ten: War of the Demon Realm, Chapter 2093: Heaven-Sustaining Creation Dew

But that pseudo-immortal body suddenly had a layer of Yin-Shattering cold energy roll out from its surface just as the winged youth's stone fingers were about to grab it. At the same time, its body shifted horizontally, and after a blur, it appeared in the void over ten zhang away.

Following this, the pseudo-immortal body stood straight up, looked at the black-robed youth with faint golden light flashing in its eyes, and spoke coldly, word by word: "Very well, you actually dared to make a move. This Spirit King has no choice but to borrow this pseudo-immortal body to fight you."

This pseudo-immortal body had been possessed and manipulated by another of the Spirit King's divine sense avatars.

Seeing this, Han Li and the other two were all overjoyed.

Although this Spirit King avatar was not on the same side as them, at this moment, it was undoubtedly a great reinforcement.

Saint Ancestor Yuan Yan's expression sank. He slowly retracted the hand he had reached out and replied indifferently: "You old ghost, you really did leave a backup plan, actually leaving another wisp of divine sense inside that Spirit race junior's body. But do you really think that by relying on a mere inferior pseudo-immortal body, you can fight with this Saint Ancestor? It is enough for me to use twenty percent of my magic power to suppress you."

"If it were anywhere else, I, the Spirit King, would believe those words. But on this Bitter Spirit Island, it would be good if you could use thirty or forty percent of your magic power. Although this pseudo-immortal body of mine is not fully repaired, if I add this item, I would like to see how you will deal with it." The Spirit King's angry voice came from the pseudo-immortal body. Then, he flipped his palm, and a small silver bottle appeared in his hand.

The surface of this bottle was uneven, and it was vaguely inscribed with ant-sized miniature spirit runes, flashing with a faint silver light.

"Spirit-Locking Bottle! You actually succeeded in replicating this item. But what is the use of taking this thing to deal with me?" The black-robed youth was startled when he saw the silver bottle, but immediately sneered again.

"Of course this bottle itself is useless to you, but the things stored inside are enough to greatly increase the pseudo-immortal body's divine abilities." The immortal body replied expressionlessly and suddenly threw the small bottle into the air.

The small bottle spun and turned upside down. Various silver runes vaguely appeared on its surface. Then, green light flashed at the mouth of the bottle, and a drop of emerald-green liquid rolled out.

The liquid was crystal clear and green, emitting an astonishing amount of spiritual energy, as if it were condensed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth itself.

Han Li, who was watching the small bottle from afar, felt his pupils shrink suddenly as soon as he felt the familiar aura emitted by the green liquid drop, and his heart churned like a stormy sea.

Not to mention Han Li's shock, as soon as the black-robed youth saw the green liquid, his expression changed suddenly. The black giant sword in his hand... suddenly blurred and slashed out wildly. Seven or eight crescent sword lights whistled out, instantly merging together to form a giant sword light, slashing straight toward the pseudo-immortal body.

His other arm lifted like lightning, and he flicked a finger.

A sound of breaking air rang out, and a black light flashed and shot out, its target actually being that drop of green liquid.

At such a close distance, both attacks arrived almost instantaneously.

But the pseudo-immortal body seemed to have expected this long ago. It did not dodge the giant sword light attack, but instead flicked a finger to meet the black light, and then lifted its head and took a sudden breath.

With a "swish," a section of the immortal body's finger actually detached from its palm and shot out, accurately hitting the incoming black light.

As the two flashed simultaneously, the finger burst open silently.

After the black light paused slightly, it also revealed its original form in mid-air.

It was a miniature awl, pitch black, an inch long, vaguely emitting wisps of black light. It was clearly an extraordinary treasure!

But in this momentary obstruction, the drop of green liquid had already trembled and turned into a green line, shooting downwards and vanishing into the pseudo-immortal body's mouth.

At this moment, the giant sword light had also arrived at close range, and after a blur, it burst open, releasing an astonishing aura.

Indestructible pitch-black sword beams surged out, crisscrossing and engulfing the pseudo-immortal body.

Judging by the terrifying power the Black Demon Dagger had shown earlier, the pseudo-immortal body would likely have been instantly cut into pieces.

But the next moment, a cold snort came from within the pitch-black sword beams, and suddenly a sheet of emerald light burst forth.

Then, two green giant hands reached out from the emerald light without any warning, and with a sweep to the left and right, they forcibly split the dense pitch-black sword beams apart.

The sword beams slashed onto the two hands, but the green light only flickered slightly, and they actually endured it as if nothing had happened.

That black light let out a sharp cry and also struck one of the green hands in a flash.

Only a crisp sound of metal collision was heard. After the black light paused, it actually revealed the original form of the awl and bounced back.

That green hand was actually still unharmed.

Seeing this, Saint Ancestor Yuan Yan's expression became somewhat ugly. The black giant sword in his hand shook, but he did not launch another attack, instead staring coldly at the other side without saying a word.

At this time, the sheet of black sword beams was completely wiped out by the two green hands in a backhand motion, and a figure slowly appeared in the emerald light. It was the pseudo-immortal body manipulated by the Spirit King.

It was just that compared to before, his appearance had changed drastically. The silver spirit runes that had appeared on his face and body had now turned ink-green, and they were deep within his skin, wriggling slightly, which made one feel a bit horrified at first glance.

This puppet slowly retracted its pair of green palms and looked at the black-robed youth with no expression at all.

"Heaven-Sustaining Creation Dew, you actually managed to get a drop of this kind of immortal liquid, and you were even willing to use it on a mere pseudo-immortal body. Don't you think that's a bit of a waste?" Saint Ancestor Yuan Yan stared at the pseudo-immortal body, his face showing excitement and a trace of disbelief.

"Hmph, if it were truly the real Heaven-Sustaining Creation Dew, I would have used it to refine Heaven-Sustaining Creation Pills long ago; I wouldn't be showing it in front of you. I might as well tell you, this is just a pseudo-immortal dew diluted ten times from the real Creation Dew. Using it on this pseudo-immortal body is just right," the pseudo-immortal body snorted coldly and replied with an icy chill.

"Diluted ten times, that would greatly reduce its effectiveness, making it impossible to refine Heaven-Sustaining Creation Pills. But no matter how diluted it is, this thing still contains a wisp of immortal spiritual energy, which can replace immortal crystals to stimulate some of the pseudo-immortal body's true divine abilities. Even so, I doubt this bit of immortal spiritual energy can support this pseudo-immortal body to launch a few attacks like the one just now," Saint Ancestor Yuan Yan's excited expression vanished, and after his eyes turned slightly, a trace of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

"A few times? I don't need to go to such trouble at all. As long as you can withstand one blow from this pseudo-immortal body in your current state, then you will be worthy of the name of a Demon Realm progenitor," the pseudo-immortal body suddenly said with a strange expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot, and his body blurred, transforming into a pale green shadow that shot over.

"Seeking death!"

Saint Ancestor Yuan Yan was still somewhat suspicious of the meaning of the other party's words. When he saw the pseudo-immortal body flying toward him so brazenly, his brows suddenly became extremely fierce. After a loud shout, a giant demonic shadow a hundred zhang tall suddenly appeared behind him.

This demonic shadow was extremely strange, resembling a giant toad magnified countless times. It was pitch black, and above its thick neck, besides a giant head in the middle, there were four other heads on each side that were much smaller.

It was actually a Nine-Headed Demon Toad, which could only be seen in the legends of various races even in the Demon Realm!

As soon as the Nine-Headed Demon Toad's Dharma form appeared, the middle head flashed a ferocious look, its mouth opened suddenly, and a golden shadow flickered out like an illusion.

I don't know what this golden shadow was, but after the incoming pseudo-immortal body was hit by it, it was knocked flying backwards with a roar, and it seemed to be flying back even faster than it had come.

Seeing this, the black-robed youth's ferocious expression flashed, and he suddenly pinched a magic seal with one hand.

The golden shadow sprayed from the giant toad's mouth suddenly danced wildly, and suddenly, only golden afterimages were seen filling the sky. A giant golden web covering nearly half of the pond appeared, instantly covering the pseudo-immortal body.

And in the next moment, the pseudo-immortal body was hit by golden shadows out of thin air within the giant web, flying around like a toy, but every time it touched the giant web, it was immediately bounced back, unable to break out of the web.

At this time, the pseudo-immortal body seemed to have no power to parry at all!

Seeing this, the black-robed youth sneered, and after changing his magic seal again, the golden shadows in the sky vanished. Only one flashed like lightning, wrapping around the pseudo-immortal body several times and shrinking rapidly.

The pseudo-immortal body was pulled to within a zhang of the black-robed youth, tightly bound by something as thick as a bowl, unable to move even a finger.

At this moment, everyone could see clearly that the thick golden rope-like thing was actually a long tongue sprayed out by the giant demon toad.

However, this long tongue was very different from the tongues of ordinary demons. Not only was it pale golden in color, but the patterns on the flesh tumors of the suction cups on its surface vaguely formed golden runes of different sizes, flashing and shining, as if it were a mysterious magic treasure.

"Boastful! Whatever divine abilities you have, you can display them now. This is your death day," Saint Ancestor Yuan Yan laughed loudly, and the golden giant tongue suddenly tightened. Immediately, a series of bean-like explosions came from the pseudo-immortal body.

This Demon race progenitor actually intended to use the Demon Phase Golden Tongue to forcibly crush this pseudo-immortal body.

The pseudo-immortal body was not a flesh-and-blood body, and its hardness was definitely not inferior to that of an ordinary Mahayana stage existence. However, under the tight binding of the golden tongue's giant force, it seemed as if it could truly scatter at any moment.

But when the pseudo-immortal body heard Saint Ancestor Yuan Yan's words, not only did it not show fear or anger, but the corners of its mouth curled up, vaguely revealing a strange and mocking expression!

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