Chapter 1496: Hanging Sword Tower

ularly in the glacier, and under their light, the ice appeared even more of a ghostly blue.In a world of blue, silver light like stars, leaped and chased...The scenery is incredibly beautiful, like a...'Boom! Boom! Boom!'

The Teng Snake's flames blazed fiercely to the heavens.

Blades of frost like rain, this scene is at its most splendid.

The battle between Qin Sang and Yin Changsheng was far more imposing than that of Tong Lingyu. Besides the Yin Blood Pool, the cave was now completely unrecognizable.

The Tengshe vibrated its long tail rapidly, and with each strike, it was like a blue lightning bolt. Its astonishing destructive power nearly caused the Seven Souls Killing Formation to collapse every time.

In the void, cold flames dance.

Qin Sang and Liuli were like fragile ancients, struggling to survive the harsh winter. Facing the most terrifying beasts in the world, they relied on each other for life, knowing that at any moment they could die, their bodies becoming a meal for the beasts.

Luli fully gave herself to Qin Sang, devoting all her mind and spirit to competing with Yin Changsheng for the spirit treasure.

Qin Sang hugged Liuli, his seven orifices bleeding, looking extremely miserable. He retreated again and again.

The Seven Souls Killing Formation lived up to its reputation as the only sword formation described in the *Metaphysical Nurturing Sword Chapter*, withstanding Spirit Treasures time and again, teetering on the brink of collapse but always reborn from the flames at the last moment.

Yin Changsheng had originally thought that he would be able to successfully capture Qin Sang this time, but unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

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Qin Sang was seriously injured and teetered on the brink of collapse.

Every time I'm about to be defeated, it's like casting a spell that awakens hidden potential. Suddenly, a surge of new power arises, granting me a moment of bravery and allowing me to overcome the crisis.

At this time, Yin Changsheng could not possibly fail to understand that he had been tricked!

However, Yin Changsheng could never have imagined that his divine consciousness attack failed to harm Qin Sang in the slightest. He would only assume that Qin Sang had a way to protect his primordial spirit, and that his injuries were not as severe as they appeared on the surface.

Yin Changsheng was furious.

The attacks of the Tengshe also became increasingly fierce with the change in their master's mood.

Qin Sang's heart moved. Yin Changsheng had been attacking for a long time without success, and he was obviously more agitated than at the beginning. The influence of sorcery deepened unknowingly. If this continued, Tong Lingyu's plan might truly succeed.

However, Qin Sang always felt that this was not the right way to respond.

It's like placing your hopes on the opponent.

Once a variable appears, for instance, the opponent possesses unexpected cards, everything becomes illusory.

He can have the tree of the sun god.

Is that all you have, the grand master of Xuan Tian Gong

Throughout his journey of cultivation, Qin Sang had never been one to sit back and wait. He always took the initiative to seize opportunities, which allowed him to repeatedly turn danger into safety.

At this time.

Yin Changsheng is resorting to old tricks.

The Teng Snake opened its gigantic maw, and its body once again merged with the cold flames.

The cold flame bloomed like a frigid sun, emitting an eerie glow. The cavern had transformed into an ice palace; if lower-ranked cultivators entered, they would likely freeze to death instantly.

"Whoosh!"

A blast of frigid flames erupted.

Like a meteor, it crashed down at an incredibly fast speed.

Qin Sang's face was gloomy. Although he could defuse the crisis time and time again, he could only protect himself so far, unable to find a chance to counterattack. He felt like he was walking on the edge of a cliff, his mind exhausted.

The Golden Sun Sword trembled, emitting a crisp ringing sound as it once again formed a sword array, diligently guarding its master.

'Boom!'

Brilliant streaks of fire pierced the shadowy sword array, with overwhelming momentum, shattering and obliterating countless sword threads.

No surprises.

The sword formation was pierced through once again.

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Qin Sang had anticipated this. His arm tightened slightly, and he shifted with Liuli several dozen meters away. Since the start of the battle, he had been circling the edge of the cave, his mind constantly focused on the blood pool. Gradually, he made new discoveries.

It seems that the Yin blood pool and Qi mechanism are not related to Yin Changsheng himself, but to the ice coffin!

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"Whoosh!"

Qin Sang landed, and before he could steady himself, he suddenly felt something strange above him. A sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

Above their heads, a cold mist swirled, and at some unknown point in time, a white hand appeared.

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With his five fingers spread wide, he lunged with the speed of an eagle's talons toward the glass.

Yin Changsheng predicted Qin Sang's landing position. With lightning-fast speed, he attacked before they could even react.

The secret techniques used by the cultivator surnamed He when he was refining himself in the cleansing pool are somewhat similar to those displayed by the previous cultivator surnamed Yue.

However, this white hand was smaller than the cultivator surnamed Yue's, but it was more solid. In terms of both speed and power, it surpassed the cultivator surnamed Yue.

Another top-tier secret technique!

Qin Sang felt a sigh of admiration.

Xuan Tian Gong holds countless secrets, and Yin Changsheng, the master of this sect, truly isn't doing a bad job. Top-tier secret techniques emerge endlessly, leaving me exhausted trying to keep up.

"Poof!"

His hands were as quick as lightning.

At a critical moment, Qin Sang's eyes flashed with a resolute gleam.

Immediately following that, a silver-white lightning bolt shot out from Qin Sang's dantian, striking the opponent's palm first.

'Bang!'

The giant hand froze, then crumbled with a sound, vanishing at an alarming speed.

Qin Sang and Liuli were unharmed.

The seemingly slender and weak lightning thread easily cracked this divine ability.

Qin Sang couldn't continue to hide, so he had to expose another trump card, using the Heavenly Eye Divine Light to resolve the crisis. After the Heavenly Eye Butterfly advanced, the Heavenly Eye Divine Light also improved slightly, and the timing was more precise. The current moment was the best opportunity.

In a duel, such an opportunity is rare. It's not a waste, after all.

However, this wasn't a good omen for Qin Sang. Every card played meant one less to rely on. Next time, Yin Changsheng would surely be prepared and his strategy would be ineffective.

The secret art was inexplicably broken.

Yin Changsheng had not expected this at all, his expression stiffened.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Sang's dantian, staring intently. The Tianmu divine light had appeared so suddenly earlier that he hadn't been able to make out if it was a magical artifact or something else entirely.

For a moment, the underground cavern seemed to come to a standstill.

"Whew! Whew!"

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Qin Sang took Gu Liuli to the other side, gasping for breath. He quickly swallowed several spirit pills, which were better than nothing.

The golden sword silently flew back.

Qin Sang stared intently at the ice coffin, his heart secretly vigilant. Yin Changsheng's sudden halt was out of the ordinary, and there must be a demon behind it.

"Great!"

"Great!"

A mournful voice, that of Yin Changsheng, echoed from within the ice coffin.

Not only was his voice hoarse, the madness in it was even more pronounced, and there was a clear trace of anger. It was utterly bizarre. He was tired and furious with Qin Sang's relentless resistance.

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“Unexpectedly, there are still people in the world who can force me to draw my Sword Tower!”

Yin Changsheng's tone suddenly turned cold.

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He hadn't quite grasped the depths of Tong Lingyu's character yet!

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The next moment.

Suddenly, the cold mist within the ice coffin churned violently. Ying Changsheng's figure flickered in and out of sight, appearing as if he had risen from the ice coffin.

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At the same time, a beam of white light slowly rose from the ice coffin.

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Inside the white light was a magnificent nine-story building, which was Yin Changsheng's natal magic treasure - Xuanjianlou!

The Xuán Jiàn Lóu was crystal clear, like it was carved from a piece of dark ice. Every detail was exquisitely crafted. All nine floors were hollow, without even walls, supported only by four pillars.

In the center of each small building, there hung a sword.

Just like the Hanging Sword Pavilion, the swords were also carved from Xuan Bing. They were similar in size and shape, but each sword had different carvings and inscriptions, all written in ancient characters rarely seen today.

Nine stories high, with nine swords hanging.

The Sword Tower got its name from this.

The moment Qin Sang saw the Hanging Sword Tower, his face changed drastically. He truly felt the danger to his life.

Another spiritual treasuren before.At first, with the fat silkworm as an anchor point, Qin Sang could feel the fluctuations of the mute goddess' soul. Now that the anchor point is also asleep, there is a deathly silence within...