Grassroots Immortality

Faced with such a crisis, all the elders of Xinluo Sect had no way to deal with it. They all looked at Lin Xian, hoping for a miracle.

Lin Xian was also helpless. Although he had deep feelings for the sect and didn't want to see the sect destroyed, he was only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building after all, and there were six cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building on the opposite side. On his side, in addition to the two middle stage cultivators who were still gritting their teeth and persisting in the formation, the only ones who could help him were the three early stage cultivators. Such a comparison of strength can be described as a world of difference.

After a brief thought, Lin Xian took out a talisman engraved with a small sword from his storage bag. Yes! That was the small sword talisman he got from a disciple of the Stepping Sword Villa in the trial secret realm.

After taking out the talisman, Lin Xian pinched the magic formula with his hands and kept chanting the spell. In just a few breaths, the talisman turned into a small sword. The small sword was silver-white and was hanging above Lin Xian's head, emitting rich spiritual energy.

As soon as the magic formula in Lin Xian's mouth changed, the small sword slashed at the magic weapons of the six mid-stage cultivators. Lin Xian had only heard about the power of the talisman, because this thing was a rare commodity in the entire marginal sea area. Because there were no Jindan cultivators here, it was impossible to refine talismans. All talismans were purchased from the more central sea area.

Seeing the appearance of the talisman, the six mid-stage cultivators also had a solemn look on their faces. Of course, they knew the power of the talisman. The six people kept changing their hand formulas, and the defensive magic weapons were all aglow.

However, even so, when the silver small sword slashed on the defensive magic weapon, the defensive magic weapon was still cut in half, and the small sword continued to move forward after breaking the magic weapon, breaking through four lines of defense in a row.

Seeing the great power of the talisman, Lin Xian felt a little comforted, while the six mid-stage cultivators were shocked. With such attack power, they might not be able to withstand the attack of the talisman.

This time, although four defensive magic weapons were lost, no casualties were caused to the cultivators. After resisting the attack, the six also released attack magic weapons and attacked in the direction of Lin Xian.

At this time, the other three early-stage cultivators also came to Lin Xian's side, all holding up defensive magic weapons. Lin Xian also took out his silver shield and blocked it in front of him. The attack came quickly. This time, because Lin Xian had to control the talisman, he could not move, otherwise the talisman would lose control and fall to the ground.

The talisman sword kept shuttling in the air and collided with the three people's attack magic weapons, and the attack of the magic weapons was also blocked. However, there were still three magic weapons attacking Lin Xian.

The defensive magic weapons of the three early monks in front were quickly broken through. After breaking through the defense, although the attack magic weapons were slightly reduced in power, they still carried three destructive forces and hit the silver shield.

The silver shield shone with silver light, and three metal collision sounds were heard, and the attacking magic weapons were bounced away. Seeing this scene, Lin Xian was also happy, and at the same time he controlled the Fubao sword to attack the six people again.

Seeing that his attack did not work, the six people also took out the defensive magic weapons again and defended, because at this time, the Fubao sword was not far away from them.

After just two breaths, the sword chopped down again, and this time, the sword directly broke through the six defenses and finally chopped on a mid-stage monk.

A scream sounded, and a mid-stage monk was cut into two pieces. The power of this Fubao is really good! After the Fubao killed a mid-stage monk, the spiritual energy emitted from it also faded a lot, and the light also dimmed a little.

Lin Xian changed his hand gestures, and the talisman continued to cut towards another mid-term monk. After two rounds of attacks, the defensive magic weapons of the mid-term monks were almost completely damaged. Even if there were any, they were low-level magic weapons that they were usually unwilling to take out. Such magic weapons were like paper in front of the talisman.

The three early monks of Xinluo Sect also took out their magic weapons and attacked the mid-term monks of the coalition. Under the powerful attack of the talisman, two more mid-term monks were soon killed. The remaining three monks were also scared and went towards the direction of the leader of the Blood Demon Sect.

At this time, the two mid-term monks of Xinluo Sect were also killed by the leader of the Blood Demon Sect. When he was about to break the formation, he saw three mid-term monks running towards him in a panic. After a slight sense, his face became very ugly. There were a total of 21 foundation-building monks who entered the formation, but now there are only six left.

This loss is not small. Even if the three major forces finally won, they have already suffered a lot. If other forces want to take advantage of the situation, their sects will also suffer a catastrophe. If they return with injuries again, it is estimated that other forces will take advantage of the situation before they can sit down. Thinking of this, the three foundation-building monks are also in a headache. They are now in a dilemma. They can neither advance nor retreat. Now the three major forces are beginning to regret. If they had known that the Xinluo Sect was so difficult, why would they bother to trouble themselves.

After killing three mid-stage monks, Lin Xian's talisman was exhausted and turned into ashes in the air, dissipating with the wind. However, he did not take action. Now the three mid-stage monks have no defensive magic weapons, and he took out three golden needles again. As soon as the golden needles appeared, they quickly turned into three golden threads and shot towards the three monks.

The golden needle was extremely fast, and the three people were hit one by one before they could dodge. Three screams rang out, and the Blood Demon Cult leader watched the three people fall in front of him. The Blood Demon Cult leader also roared, and then controlled the magic weapon to attack Lin Xian's position.

But how could Lin Xian stand there and let him attack? At this time, he no longer needed to control the talisman. With a flash of his body, he dodged the attack of the Blood Demon Sect leader early. After collecting the storage bags that could be collected on the ground, Lin Xian also withdrew from the formation. At this time, he was already seriously exhausted, and both his consciousness and spiritual power were about to be exhausted, and he also needed to replenish.

The other three early monks also withdrew from the formation. Facing the late monks, they were like ants and could not play any role at all. As soon as Lin Xian left the formation, he sat cross-legged and began to practice Xuanyan Jue to restore his consciousness.

At the same time, he took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, poured out a few pills from the bottle, and threw them directly into his mouth. The Blood Demon Sect leader attacked everywhere in the formation frantically, but he did not attack the monks of Xinluo Sect, so he stopped attacking.

Now he no longer wanted to break the formation. This time when he came to Xinluo Sect, he had brought most of the sect's elite troops with him. Now that the situation was over, he only wanted to kill people to vent his frustration.