Kryptonian fate deduction, invincibility starts from killing monsters

"Heh heh, offering you respect but you don't want it!"

Song Zhijun sneered. Even with thousands of years of self-cultivation, Shen Lin's words, "mixed blood," directly broke his composure.

"Kill!"

With his order, the surrounding Nether Spirits surged towards Shen Lin like a tide, densely packed.

"Wait..."

The Primordial Realm Nether Spirit beside him was about to rush out, but Song Zhijun grabbed him.

"Commander, if we don't take action, the other clansmen..."

The Primordial Realm Nether Spirit looked at Song Zhijun with some confusion.

"Don't rush. Let me see what that guy is capable of first."

After saying this, Song Zhijun didn't say anything more, just quietly watching the battlefield ahead.

Seeing the white expanse of Nether Spirits attacking, Shen Lin slowly raised the Taotie long saber in his hand.

The rune recorded on the Grand Profound Heaven Tablet wasn't a particularly sophisticated method, so it had certain limitations, preventing Shen Lin's attacks from landing on the Nether Spirits one hundred percent of the time.

But with Shen Lin's current cultivation, he could easily kill even Primordial Realm Nether Spirits.

Not to mention, these cannon fodder in front of him!

Swish!

The Burning Heaven Boiling Sea Art's flame True Qi, after being converted by the talisman, turned into a deep blue and ignited on the Taotie long saber.

As Shen Lin swung his long saber, a deep blue flame saber aura spread forward.

Wherever it passed, countless Nether Spirits screamed, enveloped in blue flames, and instantly burned to ashes.

However, the number of Nether Spirits was vast. Shen Lin had just cleared a space when the subsequent Nether Spirits filled it again.

The long saber was constantly swung, and the flame saber aura harvested these Nether Spirits wave after wave.

But these Nether Spirits were like weeds, one crop after another.

They kept replenishing, densely packed, making Yun Li's heart palpitate.

If this continues... can he withstand it?

He glanced at Shen Lin with some worry, but found that he had a look of wild joy on his face, frantically waving his long saber.

It was as if he were a chef mincing meat, the long saber swinging so fast that it almost created afterimages.

In Yun Li's eyes, the Nether Spirits were weak, and Shen Lin could harvest a large number with one strike.

But that would consume a lot of spiritual power in his body. If this continued, Yun Li was very worried that Shen Lin wouldn't be able to hold on.

But looking at Shen Lin's current state...

Yun Li exchanged strange glances with the others, very worried about the mentality of this Demon Suppression Division genius.

Gradually, the speed at which the Nether Spirits replenished slowed down, and some of the Nether Spirits on the periphery even began to run away.

Although Nether Spirits were in a phantom state, they were still within the scope of living beings.

Being killed meant death.

At first, because of their blind confidence in their Nether Spirit state, they would rush forward madly.

But now, seeing wave after wave of their clansmen die, they began to fear.

Seeing the Nether Spirits in the back trembling and retreating with fear on their faces, the Primordial Realm Nether Spirit looked at Song Zhijun with great concern.

"Commander, we can't let this continue. These guys are already afraid to rush up. Otherwise, the two of us..."

Song Zhijun raised his hand, interrupting him.

"Interesting..."

He stared at the blood-painted runes on the long saber in Shen Lin's hand, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he suddenly inserted his right hand into his chest, rummaged around, and took out ten dark black beads.

Crack!

As he crushed these small beads, wisps of gray-white aura spread out from them, falling behind Song Zhijun.

The next moment, ten huge demonic beasts of various shapes, all exuding the aura of the Primordial Realm, crowded the street.

"You! Fall back!!!"

Hearing Song Zhijun's words, the ordinary clansmen of the Nether Spirits in front immediately breathed a sigh of relief, scattering to the side one by one.

Shen Lin didn't stop them, quietly watching the ten demonic beasts transform into Nether Spirits.

Demonic beasts didn't have intelligence. Shen Lin wouldn't obtain demonic beast life spans after killing them in the past.

But now, these guys had transformed into Nether Spirits. Would the situation change?

"So this talisman is the special method you can use to restrain us Nether Spirits?"

After all, Song Zhijun had been in charge of the Demon Suppression Division, had extensive knowledge, and a flexible mind.

In just a short while, he understood Shen Lin's methods.

And judging from his current performance, he had obviously thought of how to deal with it.

Ji Zhanxie frowned slightly and whispered to Shen Lin, "Be careful. This guy's methods are no less than Zhang Xiang's. He's so confident now, he must have a way to deal with you."

Shen Lin slowly nodded and smiled, "It doesn't matter!"

Boom boom boom!

Ten huge demonic beasts slowly moved forward, their heavy footsteps like thunder, causing the surrounding buildings to tremble.

Behind them, Song Zhijun spread his hands, and gray lines extended from his ten fingers, connecting to the demonic beasts.

The next moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared.

Those demonic beasts transformed into Nether Spirit forms, rushing towards Shen Lin.

Just as Shen Lin raised his long saber, preparing to deal with them, Song Zhijun chuckled and gently tapped his left hand.

A hippopotamus-shaped demonic beast Nether Spirit suddenly opened its mouth, continuously spewing out a thick fog, instantly enveloping everyone in the arena.

Poison gas?

Shen Lin's mind flickered, immediately holding his breath, while forming a layer of protective barrier with the spiritual power in his body, isolating the fog.

Ji Zhanxie and the others did the same, taking ample precautions.

But the next moment, the fog ignored their spiritual power defenses, directly penetrating through.

Everyone was startled at first, and then a trace of confusion appeared on their faces after coming into contact with the fog.

Lin Xiaoyu extended a finger to identify it and murmured softly, "No poison, it seems to be just ordinary water mist."

"Water mist..."

Yun Li murmured, suddenly raising his head, looking at Shen Lin with a horrified expression.

To be precise, at the long saber in Shen Lin's hand.

At this moment, Shen Lin also understood Song Zhijun's intentions.

He raised the Taotie long saber and saw that the runes he had painted with blood were gradually becoming blurred under the penetration of the water mist.

In the previous battle, he had been wrapping the part of the blade with spiritual power to prevent the runes from being destroyed.

But now, this water mist directly penetrated the spiritual power defense, acting on the runes.

At this moment, Song Zhijun's voice slowly sounded.

"External methods can't always be relied upon."

At the same time as the voice fell, ten demonic beast Nether Spirits had already appeared around Shen Lin.

Seeing this, Ji Zhanxie's face immediately changed drastically, reaching out to take Shen Lin away.

At this moment, Shen Lin's special methods had failed.

Facing these Primordial Realm Nether Spirits, they had no way to deal with them.

"Go!"

With a soft shout, Ji Zhanxie's right hand had already landed on Shen Lin's shoulder, about to use his Dharma Aspect Realm speed to take them away.

But the next moment, Shen Lin slightly tilted his head, smiling and saying, "Don't rush!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, with a ball of lightning constantly jumping in his palm.

In Ji Zhanxie's stunned gaze, Shen Lin pressed his right hand down, and said in a deep voice, "Exorcism Divine Lightning!"

Rumble!

Thick lightning struck down, with great momentum. When the Nether Spirits heard the movement, they felt a tremor in their hearts.

As if they had encountered a heavenly punishment!