That was right—it was indeed a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure!
Just like his own Demonic Fate Sword, it was no imitation, but a true Spirit Treasure!
Lin Xuan could not help paling in shock. One had to know that even in the Spirit World, Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures were absolutely rare. At least over these past two hundred years, he had encountered quite a few Lihe Realm cultivators, yet not a single one of them possessed such a treasure. At most, they had an imitation Spirit Treasure to prop up appearances.
But before his eyes was a true Spirit Treasure. This Xianmu Yi Lan was indeed no simple figure.
And at this moment, several demonic markings had actually appeared on his cheeks and forehead, making his aura grow even more eerie to the extreme.
The playful grin on Jin Yi's face had already vanished, and for some inexplicable reason, a sense of crisis rose in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Lin Xuan, then looked at Xianmu Yi Lan.
"Interesting. It seems the two of you are somewhat stronger than Monk and that lowly maid. But so what? Do you think mere Lihe Realm cultivators can escape with your lives from under this old ancestor's hands?"
The instant his words fell, baleful energy surged from Jin Yi's body. Then his figure trembled faintly, and a string of phantom afterimages appeared in sight.
This was no mere illusion technique, but because his movements were simply too fast. Almost the moment his body had just turned, he arrived in front of Xianmu Yi Lan... or more precisely, at the place where he had just been standing.
This secret art was almost no different from teleportation. Lin Xuan was only able to lock onto his figure because he had activated two spiritual-eye-type