It seems that from now on, if I don't have the power to transcend ranks, I absolutely cannot act recklessly again. This time it was luck that I encountered someone as generous and far beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators as Xiang Sicheng. Even with some self-confidence and foundation, it wouldn't be enough to withstand the blow of this ice attribute spirit talisman. Not even the primordial spirit could escape being frozen.

At this time, Lu Xia Tian lay on the ground. A thick layer of ice had already climbed onto his body from the ground, encasing him beneath it. He was not too far from the center of the battle between the two sides. The alternating cold and heat made him extremely uncomfortable.

In fact, the reason why Old Monster Mu died was mainly because he was hit by the spikes emitted by Tieji Backed Demon Cat. The spikes contained fire-based magic power which happened to have a certain restraining effect on Old Monster Mu. The magic power solidified for a moment, and even if it were a Jindan cultivator, falling from a height of over a hundred meters without the protection of magic power would be seriously injured. Not to mention that Old Monster Mu was already seriously injured when he fell.

Even though Lu Xiaoteng couldn't condense his magic power, his physical body had already reached the formidable eighth rank. Just relying on his physical strength, he had already reached the level of an ordinary Jindan mid-stage cultivator. His physical toughness and resistance to blows were incomparable to Mu Laoguai. Even if he fell from a height several times higher than Mu Laoguai, it wouldn't be a big deal for him.

At this time, Lu Xia Tian lying on the ground had secretly mobilized the power within his inner law beads, using the healing frost. Quietly repairing the injuries on his body. The Iron Spined Back Demon Cat was a monster of earth and fire, powerful in strength. The needles inside contained fierce flames, but slightly flashing with the Zhen Yao Pagoda inside Lu Xia Tian's body, it gathered a large amount of Fan Luo Spirit Fire to wrap up the demon cat's blazing spirit flame.

Although the cultivation level of the Iron Spiked Back Demon Tiger was one heaven apart from Lu Xia Tian's. However, the blazing spirit flames that entered Lu Xia Tian's body were ultimately just a minority, and it was also a force without consciousness. Wrapped by a large amount of Brahma Luo Spirit Fire, it was difficult to make any waves.

It's just that Lu Xia Tian was lying on the ground like this, the fluctuation of magic power generated when the spirit talisman and the iron-spined back demon tiger fought was unusually painful for him. However, at this time, Lu Xia Tian did not show any abnormalities, he continued to suffer on the ground. The ice healing technique was also rapidly repairing the internal injuries.

At this moment, the battle between the Ice-Attribute Talisman and the Iron Spiked Back Yanyou was reaching its climax. The cold air emanating from the talisman, named "Ice Chilled Mountains and Rivers," decreased significantly, but the Iron Spiked Back Yanyou's power became even more formidable. From the fire column it spat, the blazing spiritual flames were significantly diminished. A pale-colored demon pill was revealed within.

The power of the Ice Attribute Rune transformed into an icy river, inch by inch, slowly expanding forward. The Iron Spiked Back Demon Lion's face was filled with exhaustion and despair.

Du Fenghǔ and Sǒ Mìng Yīngsēng and the others were overjoyed. However, the hollow eyes of the humanoid ghost flickered with a strange unease. Oh, five white-boned hawks flew out again, tumbling in the air, transforming into a gigantic bone blade that flashed through the sky.

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At this moment, the Iron Spine Demon Cat was locked in a stalemate with the power of the Ice System Talisman. It couldn't spare any attention to the attacks of the humanoid ghost creature. Its neck arched slightly, but it still failed to dodge the massive bone blade.

A searing pain ripped through the Iron Spined Demon Beast as the Bone Knife cleaved a massive gash across its neck. Boiling blood poured from the wound, and a grotesque figure emerged from the gray smoke, cackling gleefully. It drew out a small vial crafted from bone and, with a flick of its wrist, sent it soaring into the air. The vial rapidly expanded, perfectly catching the Iron Spined Demon Beast's flowing blood.

The soul-stealing infant monk awoke as if from a dream. He had to get the young cub out of the Iron Thorn Backed Demon Leopard's belly before the ice rune completely froze it. Otherwise, once the ice rune killed it, his plan to refine the cub into a ghost infant would be completely ruined. A tenth-order demon beast's cub, if he could refine it successfully, would be enough to sweep through cultivators of the same level. Even later, if he was lucky enough to reach the Nascent Soul stage as a ghost cultivator, the ghost infant would also be his deadly weapon.

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Thinking of this, the vengeful infant monk could no longer contain himself. His body transformed into a black plume of smoke and disappeared into the Weeping Infant Ring. The ring became several ferocious ghost infants who flew towards the Iron Thorn Backed Demon Cat. Taking advantage of the demon cat's inability to free itself from the Ice-Elemental Talisman, the ghost infants floated beneath its belly and fiercely bit into its abdomen, tearing it frantically.

Seeing the actions of the humanoid ghosts and the life-harvesting infant monks, Du Fenghǔ secretly retreated and quietly approached the direction of the結嬰果.

“Where do you want to go, Du Dao-you” Xiang Si-cheng had been paying attention to Du Feng-hu’s movements all along. A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth as he took a diagonal step through the void and directly blocked Du Feng-hu’s path.

The power contained within the talisman is not great at this time, and with the overall situation settled, there is no need for him to use the ink-black box to control it anymore. How could Xiang Cheng, who drew out his hand, easily allow Du Fenghu to take the last victory

"This, the life-taking infant monk and those Ghost Clan's methods are too cruel. I can't bear to witness it, so I want to avoid it a bit. If young master feels it's inappropriate, then I'll just watch from the side."

Du Feng's face flickered with uncertainty, clearly considering the tricks Item Si Cheng had used. He dared not act rashly, for the Soul-Taking Infant Monk was still under Item Si Cheng's control. If he attacked, he wouldn't stand a chance.

Now Xiang Sicheng has the upper hand, and Du Fenghu is anxiously thinking of a way out. His eyes involuntarily glanced at Lu Xiaoxiao who was still lying on the ground seriously injured. If Lu Xiaoxiao could fight now, there would still be a chance to win. With just him, he would definitely not be Xiang Sicheng's opponent.

Although he had previously been employed by Xiang Siceng and received certain benefits, that Mu Lao Gui was Xiang Siceng's confidant. When he died, Xiang Siceng didn't even raise an eyebrow, suggesting that he wouldn't care at all if something happened to him. With the Jie Ying Guo in hand, Xiang Siceng would likely not think twice about it.

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Moreover, the ambush by those who used formations to attack him when he was being chased by the Iron Thorn Demon Rhinoceros before, seemed very suspicious as well. It is highly likely that they were arranged by Xiang Sicheng.

At this time, the humanoid ghost creatures had already collected a large amount of demon-lion's blood in their bone bottles, and the vengeful infant monk controlling the ghost infants viciously tore open the demon-lion's abdomen, directly dragging out a cub whose eyes hadn't even opened. The iron-spined demon-lion let out a mournful roar, its massive body crashing to the ground, turning into a corpse as the vengeful infant monk, controlling the ghost infants, cackled and reached for the cub.

But just as the vicious baby monk was about to succeed, with a slight moment of relaxation, a transparent and agile flying sword shot out at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to discern. It flashed behind the vicious baby monk and disappeared.

As the Soul-Devouring Baby Monk was about to be captured, he let out a scream and was thrown out from amongst the ghost infants. However, the flying sword behind him did not give him any chance. It turned around his neck once and chopped off his head.

The Soul-Seeking Infant Monk didn't even have time to look at the newborn he had just pulled from the belly of the Iron Spiked Beast. His primordial spirit panicked and fled his body.

"What"

At this moment, whether it was Xiang Sicheng, Du Fenghu, or even the humanoid ghost still collecting the blood of the Yao Ni, all were staring in disbelief with wide eyes.

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