"What the hell."
After taking out the Wind Flag, the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall effectively countered the flying sword attack from the Artifact Spirit. But to his disbelief, in the next mont, his connection with the Wind Flag was severed. The entire flag flew with the strong wind towards the turtle, showing no attachnt to him at all.
The flying sword from earlier, however, turned against the wind, made a curve, and transford into a rainbow light attacking him.
"Wind Flag, return!"
"Return!"
"Co back to !"
Completely ignoring the flying sword, the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall only wanted to know why his flag was disobedient.
This was given to him by the Witch God Master...
It can’t be lost!
Until he saw the shell of the chanical Turtle lift up like a pot lid and open, taking the Wind Flag into its body, the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall was completely unsettled.
"What trickery have you done?" His eyes flashed, extending his arm, and with a "boom," he grasped the flying sword coming at the speed of light. As soon as his palm clutched the blade of the supre flying sword attacking him, the sword light scattered like a teor shower. The sword light that landed on the ground easily cut nurous cracks on the surface, but the sword light that hit the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall only left one shallow red scratch after another, accompanied by white light, these scratches instantly healed as if nothing had happened.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
The flying sword shook, trying to free itself from the palm of the opponent, yet the palm of the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall was like a massive mountain, firmly suppressing the flying sword.
The chanical Turtle, observing this, was quite surprised, thinking that this Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall was indeed skilled, able to easily grasp the supre flying sword it controlled just with his physical body and ignore the sword injuries.
It seems that using only a supre magical treasure is impossible to defeat this Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall.
The chanical Turtle beca serious... The Beast Master assigned it a very challenging task.
However, also being at the initial stage of Divinity Transformation, the chanical Turtle did not believe it would lose to this guy.
"Give back my Wind Flag, otherwise you won’t be able to have your flying sword either." The Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall angrily said, gripping the struggling flying sword tightly.
However, his threat did not concern the chanical Turtle at all. An unspirituated flying sword in exchange for a supre flag with an artifact spirit isn’t a loss!
Moreover, the chanical Turtle didn’t believe the opponent could snatch away its magical treasure!
"Woo!"
In the next mont, to test the asure of the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall, the chanical Turtle directly surpassed the first-class supre and took out a quasi-immortal artifact, a long whip with spikes made from so unknown creature’s tail...
Although the Gu God Sect had no Immortal Artifacts, there were quite a few quasi-immortal artifacts. This long whip was one among them and had now beco Lin Jing’s spoil of war.
At present, driven by the chanical Turtle, the long whip instantly emitted terrifying might, greatly changing the expression of the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall.
"The treasure of the Gu God Sect, the Poison God Whip..."
Before he could think further, the Poison God Whip, rising into the air, whipped towards him directly at a distance. In an instant, accompanied by a purple glow, the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall was knocked flying backward, his treasured leather clothing was torn apart, his chest revealed a large gash, and crimson blood bubbled forth with purple toxic blisters as if boiling.
"Cough..." The Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall coughed up a mouthful of toxic blood, clutching his chest, imdiately using white witchcraft to detoxify himself, while glaring unerringly at the chanical Turtle retrieving the flying sword...
"Remnants of the Gu God Sect... or perhaps..."
In the next instant, the Poison God Whip whipped wildly, thirteen whips in mid-air, and the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall widened his eyes, knowing that even he couldn’t drive a quasi-immortal artifact; perhaps once he reached Void Profound he could, but this Divinity Transformation chanical Turtle used the quasi-immortal artifact like a weed, just how did it achieve this?
"Are you the Demon Court Saint Child Lin Jing’s pet beast?!"
Using substitution witchcraft, frantically evading the Poison God Whip, after being hit, the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall continuously transford into stone n, scarecrows, various wild beasts appearing in different places as he judged and spoke.
"I have never heard of the Gu God Sect using chanical beasts... so you can only be Lin Jing’s pet! It is precisely due to his bizarre ability to drive immortal artifacts beyond his level that he dared to attack the Gu God Sect."
"And with the help of a few Asking Demon Emperors, he indeed annihilated the Gu God Sect."
"This Poison God Whip, aside from appearing in the hands of remnants of the Gu God Sect, is also possibly in Lin Jing’s possession."
"According to the Fortune Gold List, one of Lin Jing’s pet beasts also successfully made it onto the list. Therefore, your intention is to defeat alone and appear on the list independently of your master?"
After analyzing the origins and intentions of the chanical beast, the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall sneered, and the next instant, the ground behind the chanical Turtle broke open. A youth identical to the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall, only differing in hair color, leaped from the depths of the earth’s veins.
His gray hair and gray pupils, with more complex runes on his face, were now locking a sharp glare on the chanical Turtle.
"You’ve bullied my avatar for long enough; now it’s my turn." The true form of the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall rged with his avatar in an instant.
With a buzz, the true form of the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall unleashed a divine appearance, towering a hundred ters high, but this was not an ordinary divine appearance. The massive body, like a god incarnate, had its face transford into a blue-faced giant deity, the entire body covered in divine script.
The Divine Appearance!
Boom!
The giant divine palm grabbed towards the chanical Turtle.
The Poison God Whip whipped, leaving blood trails on the giant palm, yet the poison was completely neutralized.
This divine appearance ignored toxins, greatly restraining the Poison God Whip!
However, to the shock of the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall, that damned turtle, seeing the Poison God Whip being restrained, unexpectedly summoned a second quasi-immortal artifact, simultaneously manipulating two quasi-immortal artifacts!
Likewise, a treasure of the Gu God Sect, this ti the quasi-immortal artifact was a black bottle, a sealing item used by the Gu God Sect to capture certain powerful poisonous insects.
"Absorb!!!" The chanical Turtle raised its head.
"You damned turtle.." The Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall couldn’t believe it, this turtle, already ridiculously capable of manipulating one quasi-immortal artifact, now manipulating two simultaneously without any loss in might.
With a buzz, the divine awe of the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall’s divine appearance, without restraint involved, still couldn’t rival the divine power of the quasi-immortal artifact. His true form was directly absorbed into the Immortal Bottle. Yet, with the chanical Turtle carrying the shaking bottle, unknown witchcraft by the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall allowed the bottle to only temporarily absorb him, failing to seal his power.
At this mont, the Saint Heir of the Witch God Hall was struggling within the bottle, with the potential to break out at any ti.
Seeing this, just as the chanical Turtle intended to add so spices to the bottle, the surrounding void shattered, and an elder with a heap of avian feathers stuck on his head burst out in fury.
"Fear not, Saint Heir, I am here to rescue you!!"
Who are you!
The chanical Turtle looked blankly at the Void Profound stage elder bursting through the sky, frustrated about why this old man would intervene in the fight between it and its opponent.
"Get out of my way." The chanical Turtle didn’t want the outco of the battle influenced by outside interference, imdiately summoning its third quasi-immortal artifact!!!
A compass-like treasure.
It was precisely the treasure from the Immortal Palace that caused the great migration event of the academy, though it’s uncertain if it was the sa one or rely similar.
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