klisemfg Chapter 1695
Chapter 1695
"What secrets are hidden in this chaotic seabed..." Chen Xuan dodged the phoenix's sharp beak, his sword flashing as it sliced through the yellow dragon's scales.
"They've managed to keep these corpses even more ferocious than when they were alive. If their consciousness hadn't faded, even a true immortal would have to give them a wide berth."
Having just recovered from his injuries, the phoenix's wings were already slapping at his face, and the yellow dragon's giant claws were grabbing at his ankles.
Chen Xuan drew his sword to meet the attack, and the sword light and claw shadows clashed once again.
Time flew by amidst the fighting, fleeing, healing, and fighting again.
The seawater was dyed dark red and then gradually faded, the seabed rocks were smashed to pieces and then covered by new fragments, and even the direction of the ocean currents was repeatedly disturbed.
Chen Xuan's Dao heart was as firm as a stubborn rock, and his foundation was as solid as an ancient tree.
In the first year, he was often beaten to a pulp in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and could only use his Qiankun Shift technique to escape to a distant place in a sorry state.
He then swallowed the pill, meditated for a while, and before his injuries were fully healed, he picked up his sword and rushed back.
From initially only being able to hold out for a dozen breaths, to later being able to withstand the onslaught of a cup of tea, two cups of tea, a pot of tea, and finally being able to withstand the onslaught of an incense stick.
With each fall and rise, he gained a deeper, more ingrained familiarity with the rhythm of the phoenix's wingbeats and the trajectory of the yellow dragon's claws.
By the second year, Chen Xuan could no longer concentrate on maintaining the Thousand Sword Formation.
The moment he withdrew the sword formation, Xiang Liu's eighteen snake-headed arms, like black shadows breaking free of shackles, coiled around him with a hissing sound. Their snake eyes gleamed with a deathly gray light, and their gaping maws could even swallow his entire hundred-foot-long snake demon body.
The mental and physical exhaustion accumulated from a long and arduous battle is more grueling than physical damage.
Even though divine power can be replenished with elixirs, the weariness that seeps into one's very bones is like a persistent, intractable disease.
During this time, the tower transmitted its voice several times, its aura filled with anxiety: "Retreat to the upper layer of the murky seawater! As long as we leave this area, these corpses will lose their target, and you will have enough time to catch your breath!"
"Not at the limit yet." Chen Xuan coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva, a low laugh escaping his throat, a laugh filled with a fierce, defiant spirit.
His divine and magical powers were completely exhausted, but the surging strength in his limbs and bones, and the will to "never retreat," continued to support him in the fierce battle.
"Trying to force me to back down? You're not qualified!"
He let out a low roar, and the nine Creation Lotuses beneath his feet suddenly trembled violently. The emerald lotus leaves stretched out to their fullest extent, and a powerful life force surged into his body through the roots, even bringing a touch of color to his pale cheeks.
The three transcendent immortal energies around his body began to spin wildly, like three golden-red streams of light swirling around him, and wherever they passed, the seawater was evaporated into white mist.
A surge of power comparable to that of a true immortal flowed into his limbs and bones along with the immortal energy. Chen Xuan felt his arms suddenly filled with inexhaustible strength, and every swing of his sword carried unprecedented power.
In a short time, he actually managed to fight the two ferocious beasts to a standstill with this power. When the sword light and claw shadows collided, he was even able to force the phoenix to retreat half an inch.
Initially, when fighting against the corpses of these three ancient immortal gods, Chen Xuan felt it was a luxury to even catch his breath, let alone be distracted by pondering sword techniques and the way of the sword.
A year later, exhausted, he removed the Thousand Sword Formation that had trapped Xiang Liu. At the same time, the pressure of dealing with the three ferocious beasts increased dramatically, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making him feel like he was about to suffocate.
In the midst of this overwhelming sense of oppression, Chen Xuan suddenly felt a jolt – he abruptly closed his eyes, but all six arms rose at the same time, the sword flowers at his fingertips fluttering like butterflies, and lotus flowers of the Great Dao appearing out of thin air, quietly hovering within a few meters around him.
These nine lotus flowers were more refined than ever before, their color like white jade, and the flowing patterns of the Great Dao on their petals were clearly visible.
Although they rotate slowly, they exude a profound sense of invulnerability, even calming the raging waters around them as they approach the lotus flowers.
"Ta-da!"