C9

In the following days, Shang Jing fell into a strange atmosphere. The people of Shang Jing felt that they had been able to stay at home for a long time, even though it was only the afternoon, they had all packed up their stalls. The executives of the upper echelons were busy holding various banquets, but they didn't know the reason why everyone was gathered together at the banquets.

Li Shijie busied himself with roping in executives all day long, and searching for allies was a lot of work. Compared to that, Li Xuanfeng had nothing to do. After seeing the old emperor, all that was left was to study the newly acquired mirror.

The middle mirror shined with a faint phosphorescent light, as if it was painted with a layer of paint. On the back, there were also carvings of unknown patterns, which were different from those on the Practitioner Weapons. When Li Xuanfeng used the measuring technique on the mirror, a mystical light would flash, and whenever he tried to refine the mirror, it would always come back.

Although he couldn't figure out anything, Li Xuanfeng, who desperately needed strength, could only try the last method. It was said that it was a blood sacrifice method that could refine all spiritual objects.

He forcefully spat out a drop of blood essence and used the blood as the ink to draw a special rune. To be honest, it was strange that the profound light that always stopped Li Xuanfeng from refining had not appeared, so it was very easy to make the rune that carried the trace of Li Xuanfeng's soul enter into the mirror.

He was stunned for a moment before seeing that he had arrived in a cyan world. Lightning flashed and disappeared from time to time, revealing a series of runes. He laughed out loud. "Haha, it really is a magic item. I just don't know how many layers of restrictions there are."

He carefully avoided the lightning bolts. Although it was strange that the lightning bolts were so weak, he didn't think too much about it. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that it was still blue. Compared to the previous layer, it was much darker, and its power was naturally much greater as well.

He didn't know when the lightning appeared, but it was heading straight for Li Xuefeng. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but how could he be faster than the lightning? He hadn't even evaded the lightning and was already in front of him.

He could only use the Heavenly Thunder Spell to form a seal and sprinted towards the lightning.

"Pah!"

Even though his soul had manifested, his hair still stood on end. As for his body, it was twitching unconsciously. At this moment, some outsiders might even think that he was having epilepsy.

Using the Heavenly Thunder Spell to attack the heavenly thunder, Li Xuanfeng only wanted to give himself a few slaps on the head. What effect would water have if he used water to attack the body? Li Xuanfeng looked at his speed increase by several degrees. If there were one to five bolts of lightning and he knew, he would be courting death.

After giving up on his specialty, would Li Xuanfeng still have any other methods of attack? There was another set of hand seals, and a giant figure appeared behind him as it punched out towards the lightning ahead.

Spell: True Spirit Shadow. Summons the shadow of a person with great abilities that once appeared in the world. Attacks the enemy in front of you. Legends say that this spell was modified from the ancient technique of summoning spirits.

It was only a single strike, but three bolts of lightning were immediately dispersed. Its power was truly peerless. Li Xuanfeng was as tired as a dog, but he could only continue to dodge the remaining two bolts of lightning.

It was said that the incoming lightning bolts dealt three punches in a row. As a person, he would use the mortal world's fist techniques to furiously strike at the incoming lightning bolts. The detonators shot out in all directions, the last bolt of lightning dissipated, and Li Xuanfeng fell to the ground in exhaustion. How could he care about anything else?

It was at the weakest moment in time that a somewhat dim shadow rapidly rushed towards Li Xuefeng. A voice seemed to echo out, "Finally, my primordial spirit has found a chance. Boy, consider yourself unlucky."

Li Xuanfeng opened his eyes and similarly smiled. "I've been waiting for you. Do you think I'm stupid? Would Lightning directly attack me without anyone controlling her?" How could there be anything else? He looked exhausted.

"Is that so? Let's see who's going to die then!" The shadow trembled again, only to see that the surrounding lightning was attracted to it. At least a few dozen bolts of lightning were shooting in its direction.

"Let's end this quickly!" If he were to be struck by a few dozen bolts of lightning, he was afraid that he would be finished. He circulated his Fa Li and his body chased after the lightning, charging towards the blurry figure that had clearly become much dimmer.

"Brat, do you think I'm that easy to bully?"

Some mist separated from the shadow and transformed into a thunder tiger, roaring as it rushed over.

Although he couldn't see the real situation, the Thunder Tiger Li Xuanfeng, who was obviously not easy to deal with, had no way of avoiding it.

A Ghost Claw was also the first to attack the Thunder Tiger. The mysterious man laughed, "Kid, where did you get this from? Don't you know lightning magic is the best way to counter Yin magic? You idiot."

"Then let's see who's the fool." Li Xuanfeng was too lazy to argue, so he quickly rushed over.

Spells that were also in combat proved a point, the big ones might not be the best. Seeing the powerful ghost claw instantly dissipate into spiritual energy, it revealed the huge fingers behind it, slowly pointing towards the white tiger.

The speed of the finger was only slightly faster than Li Xuanfeng's, but it was hard for the figure to block. When the finger touched the lightning tiger, it didn't even have time to let out a roar before turning into lightning and scattering. Only a sliver of the fog was absorbed by the finger.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The shadow let out a furious roar as a trace of its source energy was devoured. If it wasn't for his spirit body, he would have vomited blood.

"My finger suddenly accelerated, thrusting straight towards the shadow.

The mysterious man did not avoid the attack. Instead, he said angrily, "Brat, let me show you what magic is." Another wave of trembling. The same thunder lance had absorbed dozens of blades in the surroundings. From the looks of it, Li Xuefeng was not prepared to take a hit from it. Therefore, he did not give the mysterious man a chance to use any magic. He simply said, "Explode."

"Huh?" And then there was nothing. Suddenly, the huge finger exploded.

It was well-known that lightning was the most effective against Yin magic at the same time, so what would happen when he encountered strong Yin Qi? The answer is the same explosion, like a drop of water falling into a boiling pan of oil.

At this moment, Li Xuefeng looked at the explosive thunder spear in front of him and quickly retreated far away. Otherwise, he would have been in trouble. Listening to the shadow behind him wailing in pain, he felt extremely displeased.

… ….

"Brat, you and I don't have any hatred between us, let's kill each other." The shadow almost dissipated, and the slightly weak decision came to an end with Li Xuanfeng, "Then let's fight individually. "Fine!"

Li Xuanfeng, however, was outwardly strong and weak. He refused to admit defeat and said, "It was you who ambushed me first. Attack me first."

"Alright, alright. This old man was wrong. I thought you were the descendant of that crafty kid!"

"You mean Emperor Xian?" Li Xuanfeng asked curiously, "How did you become like this?"

"What's wrong, what's wrong? If it's not for the fact that this old man was able to fight against that Evil Dragon, I would have definitely been taken advantage of by that boy." The shadow said angrily.

… …. After chatting for a while, Li Xuanfeng understood what had happened. Unexpectedly, at the side of the mountain, there was a large river that was driven by an evil dragon, which just so happened to rush into his spirit palace. The man and the dragon had fought for a long time, but they didn't know why, but the fight had reached the place where the country had just been established.

As for that unlucky cultivator, he was naturally the shadow in front of him. For Da Gan's founder, he could be said to be extremely resentful. Thus, this magic tool that knew its limitless might could only quietly stay here for hundreds of years, until now.

"Then, does this senior have any thoughts on how to do it?"

The mysterious man disdainfully said, "Oh, now that I am half a spirit weapon, what else can I do? If not for my owner, I'm afraid my treasure would have already dissipated."

Li Xuanfeng proudly smiled. He naturally heard from the old Daoist Xu that magic treasures had to be nurtured with true temperature, or else magic tools would fall. As for magic treasures, they would dissipate due to difficulty.

"Good, in the future, I will definitely make Senior a true artifact spirit."

"Then I'll wait."