EBE Chapter 213 Hunting Down the Fake Core
Chapter 213 Hunting Down the Fake Core
"Boo!"
The scorched ground was occasionally shrouded in the lingering echoes of purple lightning.
Tie Antong's aura, which was at the level of a fake core cultivator, vanished completely.
"This kid might have a great opportunity!"
Master Song stared intently at Lin Changsheng, a hint of greed gleaming in his gloomy eyes.
Although he was a pseudo-core cultivator with no further progress in his cultivation, even the greatest opportunities would have limited effect on him.
But in the Great Zhou Kingdom, he was not only an outer sect elder of the Imperial Spirit Sect, but also had beautiful wives and concubines and a house full of children.
Since the opponent used a third-tier talisman to kill a pseudo-core cultivator, they must at least possess a Golden Core level opportunity.
Such an opportunity is of great importance to future generations.
Even though the opponent had the means to kill fake core cultivators, they had more of an advantage in the sneak attack. They used a near-third-tier rune array to trap Tie Antong first, leaving the latter with no choice but to passively take the beating.
Now that I know in advance, I naturally won't let the other party succeed so easily.
Master Song was eager to try.
However, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator possesses pseudo-Core Formation level divine sense.
In the more than two hundred years since he began cultivating, he had never seen such talent.
This situation can only happen to those senior masters who have been possessed and rebuilt by others.
If I were to relentlessly press him, and that senior expert who possessed my body were to disregard the consequences and unleash some self-destructive secret techniques, I might end up following in Tie Antong's footsteps.
"Play it safe, retreat!"
Master Song stared intently at the charred and devastated ground not far away, and reason gradually suppressed his greed.
Unable to ascertain Lin Changsheng's true strength or weakness, he dared not act rashly.
Anyway, since I've advanced to the False Core stage, I'll basically have no chance of reaching the next level in this lifetime, but I still have seventy or eighty years of lifespan left, enough to live a carefree life.
To sacrifice oneself to secure opportunities for future generations would be a huge loss.
Thinking of this, Master Song decisively issued a retreat order to the quasi-third-order dragon python.
Seeing that the other party was controlling the demonic beast and gradually retreating, Zhao Wanning breathed a sigh of relief.
Her magical power gradually faded, and a hint of weariness appeared on her pretty face.
Clearly, having just advanced to the False Core stage, she was already facing off against an experienced False Core cultivator like Master Song, while also having to worry about attacks from demonic insects and near-third-tier dragon pythons, leaving her somewhat exhausted.
They even almost used the secret technique left behind by Master Feng, which consumes lifespan to stimulate potential.
"Hmm? Since you're here, then stay!"
Lin Changsheng noticed that Song Zhenren in the distance had not continued to attack, but had instead been frightened away by his use of a third-tier talisman. Slightly surprised, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He had clearly sensed the greed in Song Zhenren's eyes, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so cautious.
"Fairy Zhao, rest here for a while. I'll go and kill this man to prevent future troubles!"
After leaving behind a casual remark, Lin Changsheng flew away, casting a teleportation talisman onto the second-tier flying boat artifact beneath him.
In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared.
After realizing what Lin Changsheng had said, Zhao Wanning's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Lin Lang...be careful!"
By the time she realized what was happening, she could only vaguely see the afterimage of the flying boat disappearing into the distance.
……
"Senior Aoki, I'll have to trouble you again."
After escaping the surveillance range of ordinary fake Core Formation cultivators, Lin Changsheng silently transmitted his voice.
"Humph~"
A disgruntled snort followed.
Suddenly, a pair of seven-colored butterfly wings, emitting a strange, flowing light, sprouted from behind Lin Changsheng!
The moment he put away the flying boat artifact, the seven-colored butterfly wings, radiating dazzling spiritual light, fluttered gently.
Lin Changsheng's speed suddenly increased twofold!
His entire body transformed into a dazzling seven-colored light, instantly stopping Song Zhenren at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
"What... what level of treasure is this?!"
At this moment, Master Song had long lost his previous composure.
His slightly aged face, illuminated by the colorful sunset, revealed a look of horror.
"Senior, please spare my life! I was blind and disturbed you. I am willing to offer all my possessions as compensation. I beg your forgiveness!"
Feeling the dazzling, exquisite, and subtly unsettling aura emanating from behind Lin Changsheng, Master Song felt no desire to resist.
It is clear that Lin Changsheng is being regarded as someone who has been possessed by a senior master.
Even if one's cultivation level is not high, it's hard to guarantee that they might have some strange and unusual trump cards.
The next moment, a powerful and majestic aura emanated from Lin Changsheng.
"Nascent Soul... Ancestor!"
Upon sensing this terrifying and despair-inducing aura, Song Zhenren's pleas for mercy abruptly ceased.
He fell into a state of immersive dementia.
Clearly, this is a sign of being trapped in a dream world.
"Young Lin, hurry up and make your move! You're a Pseudo-Core Stage cultivator; I can't control my current state for much longer!"
The urging voice of Aoki Ocho came from beside her ear.
Lin Changsheng remained indifferent, and a third-tier spell talisman appeared in his hand, which he activated instantly.
A phantom of a giant golden sword slowly materialized in front of him.
A powerful, metallic aura rippled outwards, exuding an imposing aura!
Originally trapped in an illusion, Song Zhenren, stimulated by a sense of crisis, instinctively broke free and regained consciousness.
But it was too late!
He could only watch helplessly as Lin Changsheng activated the quasi-third-tier metal attribute spell, and the giant sword that condensed into it grew larger and larger in his eyes, finally severing his head.
The pseudo-core-level aura on Master Song's body dissipated rapidly, and his life force was extinguished.
"hiss!"
On the other side, Song Zhenren's near-third-tier dragon python stared intently at Lin Changsheng with its cold eyes, its large tongue flicking out.
"What a mutated dragon-python! It's a pity it couldn't fully advance to the third rank."
Lin Changsheng felt a great pity.
Having lived in Thousand Crane Immortal City for so many years, and having raised demonic beasts himself, Lin Changsheng has also done some research on the bloodlines and breeds of demonic beasts.
These serpentine monsters are undoubtedly the result of mutation and ancestral bloodline reversion, making them extremely precious.
Once someone possesses the bloodline of a dragon, with continuous growth and special nurturing techniques, there is a high probability that they will continue to mutate.
However, the resources consumed are several times that of ordinary monsters of the same level.
The python before us is most likely one that failed to truly enter the ranks of third-tier great demons due to insufficient resources when it attempted to advance to the third tier.
Of course, it is also possible that Master Song was worried that he would have difficulty controlling the python after it advanced to the third rank, so he deliberately kept it at the 'quasi-third rank' level to make it easier to control.
Lin Changsheng then unleashed three spirit beast pouches.
The next moment, three demonic beasts with strong demonic power appeared in front of him.
Crimson Centipede, Wind Crow, Snow Demon Wolf.
The three second-tier demonic beasts had appeared and immediately felt the intimidating aura of the near-third-tier dragon python, and were on high alert.
The Crimson Centipede writhed restlessly in place, its ferocious gaze fixed on the Flood Dragon, its entire body radiating a murderous aura.
The crows circled low in the sky, their sharp eyes observing the movements below, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
The snow wolf tucked its tail tightly between its legs and made a low whimpering sound, as if issuing a warning.