lín xuān kàn zhe jīn yì zhēng níng de miàn róng ， bù jiě yuè lái yuè duō ， kě shì shí jiù shì shì shí ， xiàn zài jǐn zhāng de xíng shì ， yǐ jīng róng bù dé tā duō xiǎng le 。
林轩看着金义狰狞的面容，不解越来越多，可事实就是事实，现在紧张的形势，已经容不得他多想了。
Lin Xuan looked at Jin Yizhi's terrifying face, and his confusion grew. But the facts were clear: the tense situation now left him no time to think.
zhè shí hòu yǐ bù yí zài cáng zhuō ， lín xuān xiù páo yī fú ， yī bǐng shì yàng gǔ piáo de zhé shàn fēi lüè ér chū 。
这时候已不宜再藏拙，林轩袖袍一拂，一柄式样古朴的折扇飞掠而出。
At this point, it was inappropriate to hide his true abilities any longer. Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, and a simple yet ancient-looking folding fan flew out.
zhǎng bù guò chǐ xǔ ， biǎo miàn líng guāng pēn bó ， yī kàn jiù bú shì fán wù 。
长不过尺许，表面灵光喷薄，一看就不是凡物。
The fan was only about a foot long, with a shimmering aura that clearly wasn't an ordinary object. He poured all of his magical power into the Waterfall Fan.
lín xuān jiāng hún shēn de fǎ lì wǎng shān shuǐ shàn zhōng zhù rù 。
林轩将浑身的法力往山水扇中注入。
With a snap, the fan suddenly opened. The surface glimmered with a mystical light, depicting a landscape painting in ink and vermilion.
shǒu yī dǒu ，“ pā ” de yī shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， zhé shàn yǐ zhòu rán dǎ kāi le 。
手一抖，“啪”的一声传入耳朵，折扇已骤然打开了。
A green mountain stood out prominently on the fan's face. Although Lin Xuan was inside a pavilion, he couldn't use grand spells here, but its size still towered over everything, exuding an overwhelming pressure.
zhǐ jiàn shàn miàn shàng líng guāng shǎn shǎn ， yě bù zhī shì yòng shén me cái liào suǒ zhù ， dàn qí biǎo miàn ， què yòng shuǐ mò dān qīng ， huì chéng le yī fú shān shuǐ tú 。
只见扇面上灵光闪闪，也不知是用什么材料所铸，但其表面，却用水墨丹青，绘成了一幅山水图。
"Om! " A grand Buddhist chant echoed through the air. With this situation, even Lin Xuan felt compelled to reveal his true strength; how much more so for the others?
yī zuò cuì fēng ， yī tán xiǎo hú 。
一座翠峰，一潭小湖。
An old monk's expression was solemn and dignified as seven-colored light flared around him. He clasped his hands and continuously cast spells towards a golden bowl in front of him.
cóng nà cuì fēng zhī shàng ， yǒu yī tiáo rú yín hé bān de pù bù ， qì shì huī hóng páng bó ……
从那翠峰之上，有一条如银河般的瀑布，气势恢宏磅礴……
The light radiated from this treasure, with immense Buddhist power swirling within it. Suddenly, an astonishing spiritual pressure surged skyward, and seventy-two beams of light shot out from the golden bowl, merging with the colorful light behind the monk.
gèng yǒu kě pà de líng yā fēng yōng ér chū 。
更有可怕的灵压蜂拥而出。
A greenish-golden figure appeared before their eyes.
“ fǎng zhì líng bǎo ！”
“仿制灵宝！”
A Dharmic manifestation!
páng biān jǐ rén de liǎn shàng dōu lù chū jīng yà zhī sè ， yǐ tā men de yǎn lì ， yòu qǐ huì rèn bù chū yǎn qián de bǎo wù lái ne ？
旁边几人的脸上都露出惊讶之色，以他们的眼力，又岂会认不出眼前的宝物来呢？
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. Compared to the mortal world, the spirit realm's cultivation techniques were much more profound. While Dharmic manifestations were rare, many powerful beings in Buddhist sects cultivated them.
suí zhe lín xuān fǎ lì de zhù rù ， yī cuì lǜ yù dī de shān fēng chū xiàn zài le shì xiàn zhōng 。
随着林轩法力的注入，一翠绿欲滴的山峰出现在了视线中。
This wasn't unusual; it was said that the Dharmic manifestations of Buddhist sects were incredibly mysterious and powerful.
suī rán yóu yú shēn chù gé lóu ， lín xuān wú fǎ duì qí shī zhǎn jù dà shù ， dàn qí tǐ xíng yī jiù páng bó ， yī gǔ kě pà de yā lì pèi rán ér chū 。
虽然由于身处阁楼，林轩无法对其施展巨大术，但其体型依旧磅礴，一股可怕的压力沛然而出。
The figure stood over three meters tall, appearing extremely robust with wide-open eyes, resembling a guardian statue in a Buddhist temple to an extreme degree. With a loud shout, two massive fists pounded towards the gray shield.
“ ē mí tuó fó ！”
“阿弥陀佛！”
This blow must have had millions of pounds of force; even if a mountain blocked it, it would easily create a hole.
hóng dà de fó hào chuán rù ěr duǒ ， shì qíng dào le zhè yī bù ， lián lín xuān dōu bù gǎn cáng zhuō ， qí tā rén yòu zěn me gǎn cáng zhe yē zhe 。
宏大的佛号传入耳朵，事情到了这一步，连林轩都不敢藏拙，其他人又怎么敢藏着掖着。
Mingquan Fairy's delicate hand flicked, and the thin veil reappeared. However, this time, instead of transforming into a python, a lion appeared in its place within the circle of light.
zhǐ jiàn lǎo hé shàng de biǎo qíng zhuāng yán sù mù ， qī sè fó guāng zài tā nǎo hòu fú xiàn ér chū ， suí hòu shuāng shǒu yī wò ， yī dào fǎ jué jiē yī dào fǎ jué de dǎ xiàng shēn qián de jīn bō 。
只见老和尚的表情庄严肃穆，七色佛光在他脑后浮现而出，随后双手一握，一道法诀接一道法诀的打像身前的金钵。
The figure was still somewhat blurry but opened its mouth without hesitation, roaring as it shot out a beam of light over a meter wide.
cǐ bǎo guāng yùn pēn bó ， hóng dà de fú lì zài lǐ miàn liú zhuǎn zhe 。
此宝光晕喷薄，宏大的佛力在里面流转着。
The surface of the beam pulsed with talisman inscriptions. After this attack, her porcelain-like face turned noticeably paler, indicating that she had expended significant energy.
suí hòu yī gǔ jīng rén de líng yā chōng tiān ér qǐ ， cóng jīn bō zhōng fēi chū qī shí èr gǔ fó guāng yǔ tā shēn hòu de qī cǎi guāng yùn lián wèi yī tǐ 。
随后一股惊人的灵压冲天而起，从金钵中飞出七十二股佛光与他身后的七彩光晕连为一体。
Fianmu Yilan's playful and casual expression was nowhere to be seen; a hint of struggle flashed in her eyes before she extended her hand and a talisman appeared before her.
yí gè hún shēn chì jīn de xū yǐng chū xiàn zài le shì xiàn lǐ 。
一个浑身赤金的虚影出现在了视线里。
This talisman shimmered with silver light, depicting a small red sword. Although it was drawn, the sword seemed incredibly lifelike.
fǎ xiàng ！
法相！
Lin Xuan's peripheral vision caught this. Isn't that a talisman treasure?
lín xuān tóng kǒng wēi suō ， yǔ rén jiè xiāng bǐ ， líng jiè de gōng fǎ yào xuán miào dé duō ， fǎ xiàng suī rán shǔ yú xī hǎn wù ， rán ér bù shǎo fú zōng de dà néng cún zài dōu yǒu xiū xíng de 。
林轩瞳孔微缩，与人界相比，灵界的功法要玄妙得多，法相虽然属于稀罕物，然而不少佛宗的大能存在都有修行的。
Strange!
zhè bìng bù suàn xī qí ， jù shuō fú zōng de fǎ xiàng shén tōng xuán miào wú bǐ 。
这并不算稀奇，据说佛宗的法相神通玄妙无比。
Talismans were typically used by low-ranking cultivators, but this one was clearly different. Could it be...
zhǐ jiàn nà xū yǐng gāo sān zhàng yǒu yú ， kàn shàng qù zhuàng shí wú bǐ ， yuán zhēng shuāng mù ， yǔ fó mén miào yǔ zhōng de hù fǎ jīn gāng xiāng sì dào jí chù 。
只见那虚影高三丈有余，看上去壮实无比，圆睁双目，与佛门庙宇中的护法金刚相似到极处。
Before his thoughts could fully form, Fianmu Yilan opened her mouth and exhaled a refined essence. The talisman immediately ignited on its own, then glowed as a three-foot-long immortal sword materialized before her.
yī shēng dà hē ， liǎng gè shuò dà de quán tou xiàng zhe nà huī sè de hù zhào kuáng dǎo ér chū 。
一声大喝，两个硕大的拳头向着那灰色的护罩狂捣而出。
It wasn't an实体, but凝聚 by magical power, yet it was incredibly solid.
zhè yī jī ， jué duì yǒu qiān wàn jīn zhī lì ， jiù suàn shì yī zuò shān zài qián miàn dǎng zhe ， yě néng qīng yì dǎ gè kū lóng 。
这一击，绝对有千万斤之力，就算是一座山在前面挡着，也能轻易打个窟窿。
The terrifying spiritual pressure left everyone speechless; this treasure must have come from someone at the Daoist Profound Stage. If his assumptions were correct, only those at that stage could create such a powerful talisman.
míng quán xiān zi yù shǒu yī fú ， nà báo rú chán yì de qīng shā yòu chū xiàn le ， rán ér zhè yī cì ， què méi yǒu huàn huà chū mǎng shé ， ér shì zài yī quān quān guāng yùn zhī zhōng ， xiǎn xíng chū xióng shī lái le 。
明泉仙子玉手一拂，那薄如蝉翼的轻纱又出现了，然而这一次，却没有幻化出蟒蛇，而是在一圈圈光晕之中，显形出雄狮来了。
With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan made his judgment: Fianmu Yilan was indeed not simple.
shēn xíng hái yǒu xiē mó hú ， què háo bù yóu yù de zhāng kāi le dà kǒu ， páo xiāo shēng zhōng ， pēn chū yī dào zhí jìng zhàng xǔ de guāng bō 。
身形还有些模糊，却毫不犹豫的张开了大口，咆哮声中，喷出一道直径丈许的光波。
But there wasn't time to think about it now; all sorts of distractions flashed through his mind as the attacks from the four of them surged towards the gray shield without hesitation.
guāng bō biǎo miàn ， fú wén tūn tǔ ， ér zài zhè yī jī hòu ， cǐ nǚ rú yù zhī bān de liǎn sè ， míng xiǎn cāng bái le xǔ duō ， xiǎn rán zhè yī jī ， yě shì dà hào yuán qì 。
光波表面，符文吞吐，而在这一击后，此女如玉脂般的脸色，明显苍白了许多，显然这一击，也是大耗元气。
Unlike before, even if they didn't use their most powerful techniques, this attack was undoubtedly unrestrained. Even a cultivator at the Daoist Profound Stage wouldn't want to face such force head-on.
xiān mù yī lán xī xiào suí yì de biǎo qíng ， zǎo yǐ xiāo shī dé méi yǒu zōng jì ， móu dǐ shēn chù ， shǎn guò yī sī zhēng zhá zhī sè ， suí hòu shēn shǒu yī pāi ， yī zhāng fú lù chū xiàn zài le miàn qián 。
纤幕伊蓝嬉笑随意的表情，早已消失得没有踪迹，眸底深处，闪过一丝挣扎之色，随后伸手一拍，一张符箓出现在了面前。
Boom!
cǐ fú yín guāng shǎn shǎn ， huì zhì zhe yī bǐng huǒ hóng sè de xiǎo jiàn 。
此符银光闪闪，绘制着一柄火红色的小剑。
The spiritual light flashed wildly as the blast's energy soared into the sky. The resulting shockwave engulfed everything around them.
míng míng shì huà shàng qù de ， cǐ jiàn què xiǎn de líng xìng shí zú 。
明明是画上去的，此剑却显得灵性十足。
The power of the gale-force winds left everyone speechless, completely submerging the gray shield.
lín xuān yǎn jiǎo de yú guāng sǎo guò ， zhè bú shì fú bǎo me ？
林轩眼角的余光扫过，这不是符宝么？
Impressive attacks, but Lin Xuan's expression grew increasingly grim. The others were in a similar state; the shield hadn't been broken yet.
qí le ！
奇了！
"Impossible! What is this shield? A Daoist Profound Stage powerhouse might struggle to withstand that blow, why... " Mingquan Fairy's alarmed voice echoed, her face filled with disbelief.
fú bǎo yì bān shì gěi dī jiē xiū shì shǐ yòng ， dàn yǎn qián zhè zhāng dà bù xiāng tóng ， nán dào shuō ……
符宝一般是给低阶修士使用，但眼前这张大不相同，难道说……
"Indeed, this matter is too strange. Gentlemen, let's think of a solution quickly; otherwise..."
nǎo hǎi zhōng de niàn tou shàng wèi zhuǎn guò ， xiān mù yī lán yǐ zhāng zuǐ yī dào jīng qì pēn tǔ ， cǐ fú dùn shí wú fēng zì rán ， suí hòu líng guāng shǎn shǎn ， shēn qián chū xiàn le yī bǐng sān chǐ lái zhǎng de xiān jiàn 。
脑海中的念头尚未转过，纤幕伊蓝已张嘴一道精气喷吐，此符顿时无风自燃，随后灵光闪闪，身前出现了一柄三尺来长的仙剑。
The old monk's expression was no longer calm; it had reached the critical moment for life and death. The opponent's aura continued to grow, nearly breaking through the separation stage to Daoist Profound Stage.
bìng fēi shí tǐ ， nǎi shì fǎ lì suǒ jù ， dàn què níng hòu yǐ jí 。
并非实体，乃是法力所聚，但却凝厚以极。
If left unchecked, the consequences would be unbearable.
kě pà de líng yā lìng rén chēng mù ， zhè bǎo wù ， duō bàn shì chū zì dòng xuán qī xiū xiān zhě ， rú guǒ méi yǒu liào cuò ， hái bú shì chū qī xiū shì néng gòu zuò chū lái de 。
可怕的灵压令人瞠目，这宝物，多半是出自洞玄期修仙者，如果没有料错，还不是初期修士能够做出来的。
Clearly, this shield had nothing to do with Jin Yizhi; it likely originated from the place where the spirit essence was generated.
nǎo hǎi zhōng niàn tou zhuǎn guò ， lín xuān yǐ zuò chū zhè yàng de pàn duàn le ， xiān mù yī lán ， què rán bù jiǎn dān 。
脑海中念头转过，林轩已做出这样的判断了，纤幕伊蓝，确然不简单。
With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan moved swiftly towards the staircase. The key now wasn't to determine if Jin Yizhi could break through his bottleneck; leaving quickly was the priority.
dàn cǐ shí cǐ kè ， nǎ yǒu shí jiān duō xiǎng shén me ， zhū bān zá niàn ， bù guò shì rú líng guāng yī xiàn ， suí hòu yì máng dà qǐ ， sì rén de gōng jī ， jī hū shì bù fēn xiàng hòu de xiàng zhe nà huī sè de guāng zhào kuáng yǒng ér qù 。
但此时此刻，哪有时间多想什么，诸般杂念，不过是如灵光一现，随后异芒大起，四人的攻击，几乎是不分向后的向着那灰色的光罩狂涌而去。
As he left, Lin Xuan didn't forget about the treasures. He flicked his sleeve and a beam of light flew out, wrapping around the altar table and dragging it along with him.
yǔ gāng cái bù tóng ， sì rén jiù suàn méi yǒu shǐ chū yā xiāng dǐ de gōng fu ， dàn zhè yī jī ， yě jué duì méi yǒu fēn háo cáng zhuō ， xiāng xìn jiù suàn shì dòng xuán qī xiū xiān zhě ， yě bù tài yuàn yì zhí yīng qí fēng de 。
与刚才不同，四人就算没有使出压箱底的功夫，但这一击，也绝对没有分毫藏拙，相信就算是洞玄期修仙者，也不太愿意直缨其锋的。
"Sir Lin, what are you doing?"
hōng ！
轰！
The old monk's angry voice echoed as they hadn't had time to inspect the shrine for other treasures yet; they naturally didn't want Lin Xuan taking them away.
líng guāng kuáng shǎn ， qì yàn chōng tiān ， bào liè suǒ chǎn shēng de guāng bō ， xiàng zhe sì zhōu fēng yōng kuáng juǎn 。
灵光狂闪，气焰冲天，爆裂所产生的光波，向着四周蜂拥狂卷。
With a loud shout, he extended his hand in front of him. A light hand appeared and grabbed fiercely.
yī dào dào gāng fēng ， wēi lì yě lìng rén chēng mù ， jiāng zhěng gè huī sè guāng zhào gěi yān mò diào le 。
一道道罡风，威力也令人瞠目，将整个灰色光罩给淹没掉了。
However, Lin Xuan anticipated their reactions. The treasure-hunting team was already falling apart; even if there had been some past relationships, it was now just a distant memory.
chū shǒu bù fán ， rán ér lín xuān de biǎo qíng què yuè lái yuè nán kàn ， qí tā jǐ rén yě chà bu duō ， nà guāng zhào de fáng yù hái shì méi pò 。
出手不凡，然而林轩的表情却越来越难看，其他几人也差不多，那光罩的防御还是没破。
Though they wouldn't tear each other's faces off, there was no need to be polite. Lin Xuan flicked his fingers and the Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire appeared from his fingertips.
“ bù kě néng ， zhè hù zhào jiū jìng shì shén me ， gāng gāng nà yī jī ， dòng xuán qī lǎo guài yìng káng néng fǒu jiē xià yě shì wèn tí ， wèi hé ……” míng quán xiān zi jīng huāng de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr duǒ ， qiào liǎn shàng mǎn shì bù néng zhì xìn zhī sè 。
“不可能，这护罩究竟是什么，刚刚那一击，洞玄期老怪硬扛能否接下也是问题，为何……”明泉仙子惊慌的声音传入耳朵，俏脸上满是不能置信之色。
It collided with the light hand.
“ bù cuò ， zhè jiàn shì qíng tài qí guài le ， jǐ wèi shī zhǔ ， dà jiā kuài xiǎng yí gè zhé ， fǒu zé ……”
“不错，这件事情太奇怪了，几位施主，大家快想一个辙，否则……”
Silent and unseen!
dà hé shàng de liǎn shàng yě méi yǒu le cóng róng ， cǐ shí cǐ kè ， yǐ dào le shēng sǐ cún wáng de shí kè ， duì fāng de qì xī ， hái zài bù tíng de zēng zhǎng ， yǐ kuài yào tū pò lí hé dào dòng xuán qī de jí xiàn le 。
大和尚的脸上也没有了从容，此时此刻，已到了生死存亡的时刻，对方的气息，还在不停的增长，已快要突破离合到洞玄期的极限了。
The light hand froze in mid-air before dissipating into thin air.
rú guǒ zhè yàng fàng rèn xià qù ， zuì zhōng de jié guǒ shuí yě chéng shòu bù qǐ 。
如果这样放任下去，最终的结果谁也承受不起。
The Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire continued its counterattack, causing Jin Hong Chan Shi to panic. He retreated as if bitten by a venomous snake.
nà hù zhào míng xiǎn yǔ jīn yì méi yǒu shén me guān xì ， duō bàn shì yào líng chǎn shēng dì 。
那护罩明显与金义没有什么关系，多半是药灵产生地。
Seizing this opportunity, Lin Xuan reached the corner of the staircase. But with a flash of light, Mingquan Fairy suddenly appeared before him.
lín xuān rú cǐ xiàng zhe ， què yǐ shēn xíng yī shǎn ， lüè xiàng le lóu tī biān 。
林轩如此向着，却已身形一闪，掠像了楼梯边。
"Leave first and take the treasures later."
xiàn zài de guān jiàn bú shì tàn jiū jié guǒ ， jīn yì shí yǒu ** zhēn néng jiāng píng jǐng tū pò ， hái shì xiān lí kāi cǐ dì shì shǒu yào xuǎn zé 。
现在的关键不是探究结果，金义十有**真能将瓶颈突破，还是先离开此地是首要选择。
Her expression was dark; not only had Jin Yizhi taken away her medicine pills, but Lin Xuan had also snatched other items.
Lin Xuan looked at Jin Yizhi's terrifying face, and his confusion grew. But the facts were clear: the tense situation now left him no time to think.
At this point, it was inappropriate to hide his true abilities any longer. Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, and a simple yet ancient-looking folding fan flew out.
The fan was only about a foot long, with a shimmering aura that clearly wasn't an ordinary object. He poured all of his magical power into the Waterfall Fan.
With a snap, the fan suddenly opened. The surface glimmered with a mystical light, depicting a landscape painting in ink and vermilion.
A green mountain stood out prominently on the fan's face. Although Lin Xuan was inside a pavilion, he couldn't use grand spells here, but its size still towered over everything, exuding an overwhelming pressure.
"Om! " A grand Buddhist chant echoed through the air. With this situation, even Lin Xuan felt compelled to reveal his true strength; how much more so for the others?
An old monk's expression was solemn and dignified as seven-colored light flared around him. He clasped his hands and continuously cast spells towards a golden bowl in front of him.
The light radiated from this treasure, with immense Buddhist power swirling within it. Suddenly, an astonishing spiritual pressure surged skyward, and seventy-two beams of light shot out from the golden bowl, merging with the colorful light behind the monk.
A greenish-golden figure appeared before their eyes.
A Dharmic manifestation!
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. Compared to the mortal world, the spirit realm's cultivation techniques were much more profound. While Dharmic manifestations were rare, many powerful beings in Buddhist sects cultivated them.
This wasn't unusual; it was said that the Dharmic manifestations of Buddhist sects were incredibly mysterious and powerful.
The figure stood over three meters tall, appearing extremely robust with wide-open eyes, resembling a guardian statue in a Buddhist temple to an extreme degree. With a loud shout, two massive fists pounded towards the gray shield.
This blow must have had millions of pounds of force; even if a mountain blocked it, it would easily create a hole.
Mingquan Fairy's delicate hand flicked, and the thin veil reappeared. However, this time, instead of transforming into a python, a lion appeared in its place within the circle of light.
The figure was still somewhat blurry but opened its mouth without hesitation, roaring as it shot out a beam of light over a meter wide.
The surface of the beam pulsed with talisman inscriptions. After this attack, her porcelain-like face turned noticeably paler, indicating that she had expended significant energy.
Fianmu Yilan's playful and casual expression was nowhere to be seen; a hint of struggle flashed in her eyes before she extended her hand and a talisman appeared before her.
This talisman shimmered with silver light, depicting a small red sword. Although it was drawn, the sword seemed incredibly lifelike.
Lin Xuan's peripheral vision caught this. Isn't that a talisman treasure?
Strange!
Talismans were typically used by low-ranking cultivators, but this one was clearly different. Could it be...
Before his thoughts could fully form, Fianmu Yilan opened her mouth and exhaled a refined essence. The talisman immediately ignited on its own, then glowed as a three-foot-long immortal sword materialized before her.
It wasn't an实体, but凝聚 by magical power, yet it was incredibly solid.
The terrifying spiritual pressure left everyone speechless; this treasure must have come from someone at the Daoist Profound Stage. If his assumptions were correct, only those at that stage could create such a powerful talisman.
With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan made his judgment: Fianmu Yilan was indeed not simple.
But there wasn't time to think about it now; all sorts of distractions flashed through his mind as the attacks from the four of them surged towards the gray shield without hesitation.
Unlike before, even if they didn't use their most powerful techniques, this attack was undoubtedly unrestrained. Even a cultivator at the Daoist Profound Stage wouldn't want to face such force head-on.
Boom!
The spiritual light flashed wildly as the blast's energy soared into the sky. The resulting shockwave engulfed everything around them.
The power of the gale-force winds left everyone speechless, completely submerging the gray shield.
Impressive attacks, but Lin Xuan's expression grew increasingly grim. The others were in a similar state; the shield hadn't been broken yet.
"Impossible! What is this shield? A Daoist Profound Stage powerhouse might struggle to withstand that blow, why... " Mingquan Fairy's alarmed voice echoed, her face filled with disbelief.
"Indeed, this matter is too strange. Gentlemen, let's think of a solution quickly; otherwise..."
The old monk's expression was no longer calm; it had reached the critical moment for life and death. The opponent's aura continued to grow, nearly breaking through the separation stage to Daoist Profound Stage.
If left unchecked, the consequences would be unbearable.
Clearly, this shield had nothing to do with Jin Yizhi; it likely originated from the place where the spirit essence was generated.
With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan moved swiftly towards the staircase. The key now wasn't to determine if Jin Yizhi could break through his bottleneck; leaving quickly was the priority.
As he left, Lin Xuan didn't forget about the treasures. He flicked his sleeve and a beam of light flew out, wrapping around the altar table and dragging it along with him.
"Sir Lin, what are you doing?"
The old monk's angry voice echoed as they hadn't had time to inspect the shrine for other treasures yet; they naturally didn't want Lin Xuan taking them away.
With a loud shout, he extended his hand in front of him. A light hand appeared and grabbed fiercely.
However, Lin Xuan anticipated their reactions. The treasure-hunting team was already falling apart; even if there had been some past relationships, it was now just a distant memory.
Though they wouldn't tear each other's faces off, there was no need to be polite. Lin Xuan flicked his fingers and the Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire appeared from his fingertips.
It collided with the light hand.
Silent and unseen!
The light hand froze in mid-air before dissipating into thin air.
The Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire continued its counterattack, causing Jin Hong Chan Shi to panic. He retreated as if bitten by a venomous snake.
Seizing this opportunity, Lin Xuan reached the corner of the staircase. But with a flash of light, Mingquan Fairy suddenly appeared before him.
"Leave first and take the treasures later."
Her expression was dark; not only had Jin Yizhi taken away her medicine pills, but Lin Xuan had also snatched other items.