"Master, Martial Uncle, please take good care of yourselves. Yun'er takes her leave."
Wu Yun'er hesitated for a moment, then bowed gracefully to the two of them. Afterward, her figure turned, transforming into a startling rainbow that shot toward the distant sky.
After a few breaths, she had vanished without a trace.
"Qinxin, let's go down as well!" Lin Xuan turned his head and spoke slowly.
"Mm." Ouyang Qinxin naturally had no objection. Though the enemy was at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, with Lin Xuan here, victory should not be too much of a problem.
The two drew in their escape lights and landed before that small mountain.
From the surface, this mountain was unremarkable. Ouyang released her divine sense and found not the slightest thing amiss either, and a trace of doubt could not help but appear on her pretty face. "Brother Lin, you say there is a treasure here that would interest even a Lihe Realm old monster?"
"That's right."
Lin Xuan nodded, then said no more. Instead, he flicked his sleeve, and several dozen streaks of Sword Qi swam out like fish. Then, facing the wind, they swelled violently, each one becoming several zhang long.
Although they were only condensed from magic power, the pressure they emitted was still enough to make one's heart tremble.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed forward. Along with his movement, those streaks of Sword Qi, like towering waves raised from the sea, came down in layer upon layer toward the front.
Rumbling sounds ceaselessly entered their ears. Broken stones of all sizes fell like raindrops, and in less than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, this several-zhang-tall mountain peak had disappeared without a trace.
Ouyang Qinxin could not help but be moved as well. Although for Nascent