Fantasy: I Have a Max-Level Immortal Emperor Account

Chapter 102 Spatial Sealing, Holy Son Token!

Under the constant cycle of suffering, Wu Li revealed the location of the spatial rift in detail.

In his soul form, Wu Li was no longer able to maintain the insect control technique of the Ghost Clan, which caused the violent insect swarm to subside.

Driven by their most primal desire to devour, some weaker insect monsters were also swallowed. The insect horde, however, confidently engaged in a great battle, devouring each other. In less than a quarter of an hour, these low-level insect monsters had already lost more than 30% of their own strength, and thus collapsed without a fight.

at this time.

Located on the outskirts of Thundercloud Insect Valley.

On a towering mountain peak, halfway up the mountain, beneath a tree as thick as two people could encircle, there was a faint, bright silver crack. From time to time, pure soul power would emanate from the crack, attracting some insect monsters from the surrounding area.

Lin Xuan, dressed in a green robe, stood before the rift. Beside him was a floating lightning shield, within which was the remnant soul of the sorcerer's power.

"This is it, I wasn't lying to you!"

From within that faint, grayish mass of soul energy came a slightly hoarse voice emanating from Wu Li.

Roar!Roar!

At the same time, several loud ghostly howls came from the other side of the spatial rift. Then, a skull the size of a water vat emerged from the rift, with two balls of azure soul fire floating in its empty eyes!

Lin Xuan subconsciously activated the system's detection function.

Nickname: Skeleton Monster

Race: Oni

Level: Ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm

"A demon at the Nascent Soul stage!"

Lin Xuan was delighted.

"Great Ghost Control Technique!"

The natal talisman of the Great Ghost Control Technique within Lin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled, and a faint black rune afterimage instantly merged into the skull.

The skeletal monster that had just poked its head out trembled violently with its pair of azure soul flames. It felt as if it had lost control of its body and had established a connection with the human cultivator in front of it.

Lin Xuan then had the skeleton ghost block the other ghosts from entering.

After Lin Xuan gave the order, the enormous skull obediently retreated from the spatial rift.

This scene completely baffled Wuli.

In Wu Li's view, the ghost that had just come out of the spatial rift was bound to be killed by Lin Xuan, or at least driven back to the other side. But to his surprise, both sides were safe and sound, and the ghost even retreated quietly and slowly. All of this was too strange.

It was as if the skeletal monster was being controlled by Lin Xuan.

"Human cultivator, you know the art of controlling ghosts?"

Wu Li asked with intense curiosity.

"However, even if you know about this spatial rift, you can't close it with your current cultivation level of the Void Core Realm!"

Wu Li continued.

These naturally formed spatial rifts are much stronger than those created by humans. Unless the other party is a Dao Integration Realm expert who has merged their divine sense with the will of heaven and earth, and can use their powerful divine sense to influence a small area of ​​space, this method can erase some spatial rifts.

This is true from the perspective of witchcraft and the normal thinking of the Tianxuan Continent.

Lin Xuan completely ignored what Wu Li said.

After connecting with the natal talisman of the Great Void Technique, Lin Xuan was able to borrow a few strands of spatial power. Although the amount was very small, it was enough for Lin Xuan's needs.

"Congeal!"

Lin Xuan raised his right hand, using his fingers as a pen, spatial power as ink, and the void as talisman paper. With a few gentle flicks of his wrist, the pen landed on the paper, its strokes flowing like dragons and snakes, outlining a fragmented spatial sealing spell in just a few strokes!

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the silver-white talisman.

Nickname: Space Sealing Spell

Type: Spatial Talisman

Grade: Low-grade fifth rank (extremely damaged)

This spatial sealing spell was originally a high-grade ninth-rank talisman, but Lin Xuan's strength allowed him to replicate a low-grade fifth-rank one, which was already his limit. Although he could only unleash one or two tenths of its full power, it was perfectly adequate to resolve this spatial rift.

"seal up!"

Lin Xuan gave a low shout and made several hand seals.

immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if it had become a command. The silver talisman suddenly magnified dozens of times, and in half a breath, it became a huge silver talisman, which was fiercely imprinted on the spatial rift.

hum!

When the silver talisman landed on the spatial rift, it suddenly emitted a burst of silver light.

The next moment, the spatial rift closed up like a collapsed building in a dozen breaths, and the entire space returned to peace, erasing the spatial rift!

Trapped by the lightning shield, Wu Li stared blankly at the vanished spatial rift, his gaze towards Lin Xuan filled with apprehension.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone draw talismans in the air.

Now that the spatial rift has been erased, you are no longer of any use!

Lin Xuan's cold eyes looked at Wu Li, and with just one glance, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

Stab it!

The entire fist-sized lightning shield was instantly filled with violent lightning, releasing an extremely intense light that illuminated an area within a hundred feet.

The screams of the witch subsided in a short while.

After dealing with the troublesome Wuli, a member of the Ghost Clan, Lin Xuan immediately unfurled his Dragon Wings and continued deeper into the Thundercloud Insect Valley, which was merely the outermost area.

The place where the aura of the Holy Son of Thunder's identity token disappeared was the inner area of ​​Thundercloud Insect Valley.

The ninth-grade magic weapon inherited by the Holy Son of Qianlei is the Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder Sword!

Logically speaking, even if he entered the Thundercloud Insect Valley, surrounded by so many giant thunder trees, it should have been very beneficial to him. But even so, he still fell here, unless a trap specifically set up for the Holy Son of Qianlei was set up here.

Then the Peng Demon Clan, which the Holy Son of Qianlei was chasing, fled here, which was also part of the plan.

at this time.

Lin Xuan, who was flying through a layer of dark clouds, took out his Holy Son Token with a thought. This token was a token of identity for the Holy Son. If two Holy Son tokens were close to each other, and one of them activated its detection function, there would be a reaction.

After Lin Xuan activated the detection array on the token.

If there were a second Holy Son's Token within a radius of three thousand miles, it would trigger a reaction!

Buzz!

Sudden.

Suddenly, the ancient and silent Holy Son Token began to shimmer with a pale golden light.

"I've got it!" Lin Xuan's eyes lit up with joy.

“A radius of three thousand miles!” Lin Xuan’s eyes darkened.

He hasn't even entered the inner area of ​​Thundercloud Insect Valley, yet he can still sense the identity token of the Holy Son of Thunder, which is different from what the intelligence showed.

Regardless, let's figure out this Holy Son's Decree first.

Afterwards, Lin Xuan carefully identified the location of the other Holy Son Token. Suddenly, the dragon wings on his back spread out, turning into a gust of wind and afterimages, and disappeared into the vast mountains in an instant.