Patriarch Frost-Drake's eyelids twitched, and he waved his finger, causing the Psychic Ice Spike heading toward Lu Xiaotian to split in two. The two halves emanated a bone-chilling aura, and one of the halves shot toward Lu Xiaotian's Ethereal Flying Sword.
The Psychic Ice Spike lived up to its name as a psychic immortal treasure. It was shockingly fast and powerful, and with Patriarch Frost-Drake's control, it was easy for him to control. Although the doppelganger's magical power wasn't much higher than Lu Xiaotian's, he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator, and could easily suppress Lu Xiaotian. Without his Bat King Dharmic Wings, Lu Xiaotian wouldn't have been able to stand up to Patriarch Frost-Drake.
"No wonder that silver-haired kid's expression didn't change at all. He has a pair of powerful wings."
Patriarch Frost-Drake was a bit depressed. He'd originally planned to deal with a junior from the Jin Dan Sect, but now he was being suppressed by this junior from the Jin Dan Sect. With those wings, he could fight and leave as he pleased.
Patriarch Frost-Drake couldn't stop him with his current fleshly body. Thankfully, the doppelganger had brought the Psychic Ice Spike with him, and could rely on its sharpness to fight back. Otherwise, the Vast Yin Gourd alone would have been enough to defeat him.
However, Patriarch Frost-Drake's expression froze. Another pagoda, wreathed in Brahma Spiritfire, descended from the sky and smashed into the ice spike.
Dammit! A single pagoda was already incredible. It was very close to a psychic immortal treasure, and far more powerful than an ordinary Jindan immortal treasure. Patriarch Frost-Drake had assumed that after damaging two of Lu Xiaotian's pagodas, Lu Xiaotian would have a limited number of immortal treasures at his disposal. Who would have guessed that he'd bring out another identical pagoda?
Of course, Patriarch Frost-Drake didn't know that Lu Xiaotian had spent dozens of years and a great deal of effort, but had only managed to create three Yao-Sealing Pagodas.
Two of them had been damaged in the battle with the Psychic Icicle. Lu Xiaotian wouldn't use the third Yao-Sealing Pagoda unless it was a critical moment.
Shocked, Patriarch Frost-Drake hurriedly sent his ice spikes to deflect the flying swords, then to block the Demon Sealing Pagoda. However, the sword embryo that Lu Xiaotian had refined for so many years was not so easy to deal with. In terms of speed, the sword embryo, which had already become a flying sword, was much faster than the Yao-Sealing Pagoda.
After a brief pause, it once again shot toward Patriarch Frost-Drake.
Patriarch Frost-Drake was so shocked that he was starting to panic. Taking advantage of Patriarch Frost Dragon's distraction, Lu Xiaotian blurred into motion, dodging the powerful Psychic Ice Spikes and appearing behind Patriarch Frost Dragon at an astonishing speed.
After the Misty Flying Sword and the Demon Subduing Pagoda were knocked away by the Psychic Ice Spike, Lu Xiaotian struck out with his palm from several feet away. His palm strike struck Patriarch Frost-Drake's back from several dozen feet away.
Patriarch Frost-Drake was doing his best to defend himself against the combined attacks of the Demon Sealing Pagoda and the Misty Flying Sword. As a result, Lu Xiaotian was able to force his way in.
Now that he was hit by Lu Xiaotian's attack, he felt an uncontrollable burst of pain. By the time he tried to use the Psychic Ice Spike again, it was already too late. There was a flash of golden light, and a golden saber shot out from Lu Xiaotian's hand, piercing straight through the body of Patriarch Frost-Drake's substitute. The saber sank all the way to the hilt.
Now that Patriarch Frost-Drake's body had been seriously injured, his control over the Psychic Ice Spike had been greatly weakened. The Misty Flying Sword flashed again, circling around the ice spike and stabbing into Patriarch Frost-Drake's neck. However, not a single drop of blood flowed out of the wound. It was a very strange sight.
Lu Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief. This Patriarch Frost-Drake's substitute was truly formidable. Even the Ghost Paragon and Xiong Ao's substitutes combined couldn't compare. If it weren't for his Bat King Dharma Wings, he really wouldn't have been a match for the substitute. Even with the One-Armed Daoist Nun, Zhou Qian 'er, and the others, they wouldn't have been able to last more than a few rounds.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to replenish the substitute's essence blood. The short but dangerous battle just now had consumed a portion of his already small reserves of essence blood.
When he thought of this, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel his heart ache. Thankfully, he'd managed to kill Patriarch Frost-Drake's substitute.
Lu Xiaotian retrieved the Psychic Ice Spike, which he'd lost control of. The ice spike was still filled with hostility toward Lu Xiaotian. It emitted frigid air as it resisted Lu Xiaotian's attempts to retrieve it. Psychic immortal treasures had their own consciousness, and continued Patriarch Frost-Drake's hostility toward Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. He sent out several bursts of spiritual power that wrapped around the ice spike. A moment later, the ice spike let out a mournful wail. With no one to control it, it turned into a beam of white light that Lu Xiaotian put away.
Next, Lu Xiaotian collected Patriarch Frost-Drake's storage ring and the Vast Yin Gourd. Then he sent out several bursts of Nirvana Spiritual Flame to burn Patriarch Frost-Drake's substitute clean. The battle aura quickly dissipated as well.
Lu Xiaotian didn't linger. After a moment's thought, he changed his appearance into a dark-skinned man with jet-black hair. He put away all of his immortal treasures, including the Magnolia Purpurea. He'd offended Patriarch Frost-Drake badly this time, and Lu Xiaotian wasn't sure when he'd get his revenge. For now, it was best to be careful.
Millions of miles away, the undulating waves crashed against the reefs. This was an isolated island covered in ice and snow. The mountain ridges were scattered with large amounts of ice attribute spiritual wood. It was like a snowy country sealed in ice for thousands of miles. The ice-type spiritual qi here was abundant. Chilly winds howled. Inside, there were also ice hooks hanging on the pavilions and pavilions.
However, the cultivators here didn't feel the cold at all. Their clothes were thin, and they could move about freely.
Several cultivators clad in spiritual armor stood guard at the entrance of a cave abode whose stone door had been sealed.
"Eldest Senior Brother!" At this time, an old man with a long beard walked over from a distant pavilion, his hair and beard fluttering in the wind. Everyone bowed when they saw the old man.
The old man nodded slightly and asked, "Mm. Has anything strange happened in Master's cave abode in the past few days?"
"It's the same as usual. Nothing strange," the young disciple guarding the cave abode replied.
"Mm. Patriarch Dong Shan's death is approaching, and he's making arrangements for his funeral. I don't know when Master will emerge from seclusion." The old man's face was filled with anxiety. Normally, he could discuss matters with his master's substitute. However, the substitute had been away for several years, and his master's true self had yet to emerge from seclusion. Even if he wanted to open the cave abode, he didn't have the courage, nor the ability.
Even as he spoke, a fierce wind howled at the entrance of the cave abode. The clouds in the sky seemed to be on the verge of collapsing, and the ice-type spiritual qi on the island was incomparably tyrannical. The Demon Eagles, who had been flying freely in the air, lost their calm, and were swept away by the sudden storm.
"Ignorant junior, I'll grind your bones to dust and dismember your corpse into ten thousand pieces!" A furious voice rang out from the depths of the cave abode, shaking the sky above the island of ice.
Rumble. The small mountain where the cave abode was located quaked, and the ice-type spiritual qi became even more tyrannical.
"Welcome back, Patriarch!" The disciples outside the cave abode were shocked. They knelt on the ground, their faces filled with fear. Who was it that made their Patriarch so angry? Wasn't that person too bold?
Suddenly, the image of a silver-haired youth appeared in the midst of the tyrannical ice-type spiritual qi.
"Secretly spread the news. Whoever finds this person will be rewarded with ten million low-grade spirit stones!"
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