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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千一百三十八章 镜花水月的奖励

Lin Xuan's brow furrowed as he watched the scene before him. A thousand-handed Buddha, split in half by a green flame sword from forehead to abdomen, reappeared almost instantly with a golden light.

His expression turned somewhat displeased. The rumors were true; this HeavenDharmaraja Array was indeed difficult to break through. He didn't have time to dawdle here.

Lin Xuan reached out and tapped his storage bag. A broken sword flew out.

It looked unremarkable, even slightly damaged with cracks covering its surface, but it emitted a heart-stirring aura of power.

Of course, this was the Heaven-reaching Treasure. Lin Xuan grasped it and circulated his essence force within himself, injecting a vast amount into the sword.

Previously, he had used this treasure to break through enemies, but now there seemed to be less essence force being absorbed.

Lin Xuan estimated that only one-seventh of his essence force was taken away.

In other words, although he couldn't use it freely anymore, he didn't need to wait until the most critical moment. As a trump card, this sword would have more versatile uses.

The Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring and green flame were both put away as seventeen or eighteen Buddhas rushed forward.

"Uncle Senior," "Brother Lin."

Even Wu Yun'er couldn't discern the mystery within; Lin Xuan was indeed too confident.

With just over ten feet separating them, for beings of this level, it was a matter of an instant.

Lin Xuan's face showed no fear as he waved his hand. The three Buddhas disappeared in a flash.

"Shell white!" Wu Yun'er turned to look around, and even Qinxin's face was filled with shock. All the illusions created by spiritual energy—Buddhas and golden barriers—had vanished without a trace. They were back in their familiar valley; in other words, the HeavenDharmaraja Array had been broken.

As they say, "seeing is believing." Even after witnessing the breaking of the array, Qinxin still felt like she was dreaming.

That one strike's power was truly astonishing. It had carved a grotesque trench into the ground that seemed bottomless. A small mountain on the left, which stood two or three hundred feet high, now lay in ruins, reduced to scattered stones. This was just the aftermath of his sword's impact.

It was unimaginable what kind of treasure this was—or rather, it shouldn't exist in the mortal world.

Now Qinxin believed Lin Xuan's words more than ever; even facing a Separation Period expert, if he couldn't defeat them, he could still ensure their safe retreat.

Lin Xuan didn’t turn around but his powerful divine sense naturally picked up on the two women’s gazes. He coughed lightly and said, "Qinxin, Yun'er, let's go."

"Ah!"

Wu Yun'er nodded obediently, and Qinxin had no objections either. The three of them emitted a bright green light as they displayed their abilities, flying towards the inner valley. With the protective array broken, even minor restrictions were no longer a concern.

Lin Xuan’s expression remained calm, but his apprentices and disciples exuded killing intent.

Revisiting an old place, yet the Green Cloud Mountain had turned to dust; these two were almost the only survivors. The bald monks didn't spare even the elderly or women and children.

While secular Buddhism preached compassion, in the world of cultivation, it was merely a path to longevity.

Blood debts must be repaid with blood.

Lin Xuan sighed slightly, fearing any mishap for the two women, and hurried after them. Soon, his eyes narrowed as he paused, somewhat surprised.

Qinxin and her apprentices also sensed something, slowing down their light forms as countless points of light appeared on the horizon.

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