ell.The boy was cleaner than the demon. Qin Sang turned his underpants inside out, but only found a seven-colored pouch.The pouch was the size of a palm, adorned with exquisite cloud patterns. It was...The biting cold confines the Qilin Dragon.

The young man surnamed Fang first flew into the air, disrupting the clouds to prevent the Qilin Dragon from using the power of heaven and earth's thunder. Legend has it that the Qilin Dragon can control thunder, and no one dares to let it unleash its divine powers, for fear of the terrifying lightning it might summon.

Then, the young man surnamed Fang flew back and helped them suppress Kui Long's counterattack.

His back and forth running, coupled with everyone's concerted efforts to spur it on, the bitter wind no longer shook precariously. The cold energy finally stabilized.

As the crystal stele continuously released its energy, more and more cold air gathered upwards, condensing into white mist. The pillar of cold air grew thicker and thicker, resembling a cage composed of frost from afar.

However, Qilin's counterattack showed no signs of weakening.

Its roar grew louder with each bellow, a piercing shriek that rattled the very foundations. It lashed out with its claws and teeth, spewing bolts of lightning as it slammed against its cage. Each impact sent tremors through the metal bars, spiderweb cracks multiplying across its surface.

Qin Sang and the others in the main formation felt their qi and blood surge, their faces turning pale and ashen. Their true essence flowed out like a burst dam.

However, as the cage neared completion, the damage caused by Qilin's resistance decreased.

The young man surnamed Fang's face lit up at the sight. He stopped lending a hand, put away the golden chain, and transmitted his voice: "You continue to maintain the formation, absolutely must not let Kui Dragon escape!"

Then the young man surnamed Fang swept his hand across his waist, drawing out a short sword the size of his palm.

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It looks like a short sword, but it's actually smaller than a dagger.

The hilt and blade of the short sword were an eerie blood red, with grooves that seemed to be flowing with fresh blood. As soon as it was drawn, a sickening metallic scent filled the air, and even the surrounding chill was tinged crimson.

After taking the blood-stained sword, the young man surnamed Fang looked serious. He carefully held the hilt in one hand and sat down cross-legged in mid-air.

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Qin Sang and the others were concentrating on manipulating the spirit array. After the young man surnamed Fang took out his blood sword, they sensed something unusual and couldn't help but open their eyes to look over.

"What kind of evil artifact is this"

Qin Sang muttered to herself.

The blood on this sword is too thick, like it has been soaked in a pool of blood for countless years. It's definitely an evil weapon, probably not obtained through righteous means.

Even if it were refined with demon blood, one wouldn't know how many demonic beast lives it would take to consume.

The young man from the observing side seemed cautious. The Blood Sword probably wasn't his main weapon, and that golden chain before wasn't either. This made Qin Sang a little curious.

According to common sense, a natal magic treasure should be the most powerful one wielded by a cultivator and resonate with the cultivator's intentions.

Apart from the ebony sword, which is an exception and requires external assistance to bolster its origin and carry killing talismans, a cultivator's natal magic treasure can continuously be refined as their cultivation level increases, gradually enhancing its power.

With Fang's youth's cultivation, his natal magic treasure was most likely already a mid-grade magic treasure. He abandoned his natal magic treasure and chose the Blood Sword, either because his natal magic treasure was damaged or because the Blood Sword's power surpassed his natal magic treasure.

A young man surnamed Fang sat cross-legged above the cage of icy air, holding a blood sword in his hand. His expression was solemn, muttering words silently without making a sound.

As the incantation was chanted, the blood sword began to show signs of change. The blade trembled slightly and emitted a low humming sound, like the cries of tormented souls.

Denser blood surged out, the blood sword slowly rose and hovered above the young man's head. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the Qilin in the cage. The bloody sword light flickered, extremely sharp!

The Qilin sensed the fluctuations of the Blood Sword, which made it feel a sense of danger.

It ceased its attack, widening its eyes and staring intently at the blood sword.

Now, I can finally see the state of the Qilin dragon.

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The Qilin was surrounded by freezing air, its scales shimmering with electric light, preventing the cold from penetrating. The battle lasted for a long time, and it was also wounded, some of its scales showing cracks, and even fresh blood oozing out, forming whip-like marks.

Some are left by the young people's golden chains, some are caused by the cold air strangling in the freezing wind and snow.

The most obvious was its tail. Its scales were broken in large patches, bleeding profusely. When it rammed the cage, the Qilin also injured itself.

However, these wounds were not fatal. To this behemoth, they were merely scratches on the surface.

The Qilin dragon is still vigorous and healthy, showing no signs of weakness.

It stretched its neck, glaring at the blood sword, feeling the threat. It opened wide its mouth and spat thunder, but it was blocked by the already formed cage.

As the cold wind howled, the power of Kuilong's attacks became apparent. Each strike carried the scorching heat of yang energy, making them incredibly difficult to withstand with ordinary means. However, they would eventually be neutralized by the encroaching cold.

Qin Sang and the others manipulated the cold air, standing in front of the young man from the Fang family to take his place and bear the attacks of the Kui Dragon. Although they couldn't defeat the Kui Dragon for the time being, the Kui Dragon also couldn't break through the spiritual array's blockade in a short period to stop the young man from the Fang family from sacrificing the Blood Sword.

Just give the young man with the surname Fang some time.

The young man surnamed Fang didn't even look down, focusing intently on reciting the incantation.

The blood around the Blood Sword grew increasingly thick, encasing the blade itself. It seemed as if this evil sword was growing stronger, and the bloody aura emanating from it became more dazzling and captivating.

Unable to attack the youth, the Qilin Dragon became enraged. It curled its body into a ball, resembling a massive thunderball. The thunderball grew larger and larger, with terrifying energy accumulating within it.

A shrill, heart-wrenching cry echoed from within the thunderball. It surged forward with terrifying force, hurtling straight towards the young man.

Qin Sang and the others' faces changed drastically. At this moment, no one dared to hold back, pouring all their true essence into the crystal stele.

The earth is trembling, and even the crystal monuments are starting to shake.

Five visible streaks of cold air swiftly merged into the cage. The cage flickered for a moment before being struck by the thunderball.

'Boom!'

From afar, beneath the dark clouds, a mass of pale white cloud suddenly appeared, expanding rapidly.

The Kui Dragon was fighting with its life, this was the most critical moment. Qin Sang and others trembled, gritted their teeth, and persisted, doing their utmost to mobilize the power of the spirit array, gathering the cold air.

The cage held firm, not broken by the Kirin's assault.

The Kui Dragon did not stop, its body slightly retreating while continuing to charge. Just then, the young man surnamed Fang finally prepared his magical treasure. He lowered his head, glared at the Kui Dragon, and shouted, "Strike!"

At this time, the Blood Sword merged into the blood Qi, reaching a length of one zhang.

The sword shadow shot down, flashing in an instant, accurately piercing the thunderball. Following closely behind was the cold air of the spiritual array, suppressing the Qilin Dragon together.

A fierce roar echoed through the sky.

A burst of blood light suddenly erupted from the thunderball, then vanished instantly. Whether it was the power of the blood sword or the fresh blood of the Qilong, it was evaporated by the power of the thunderbolt.

Then, the thunderball suddenly became diffuse and vibrated violently.

A wave of joy washed over everyone as they stared intently at the thunderball. In a short while, they saw the violently churning Qilin Dragon emerge from within. It was covered in blood, with a bloody sword plunged into its abdomen. The blood qi on the sword seemed to writhe like a living thing, seeping into its body and causing terrible pain.

With a single sword strike, the young man surnamed Fang dealt a heavy blow to the Qilin Dragon. He showed delight on his face, but in his eyes flashed a sliver of caution and alertness. the Wuzhu's restrictions and refused."Alright, I'll set up a large formation outside to receive you. If anything unusual happens, I'll come out immediately."After a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang...