Lin Xuan frowned, and several streaks of sword-light swam out from his sleeves like fish. They seemed slow, yet were fast in truth, and went to meet those streaks of black light.
The heavily made-up woman seemed to sense something, and her face turned deathly pale. But then a trace of sinister malice flashed deep in her eyes. She raised both hands and sent out an incantation seal.
Boom!
Explosions rang out in a great roar. Those seven or eight treasures wrapped in black light had actually self-destructed all at once.
A sharp gleam flashed, and countless fragments scattered in every direction.
Dharma Treasures were extraordinary things, after all. Even ordinary-quality ones could not be underestimated when self-destructing, let alone those brought out by this woman, a cultivator at the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm. Naturally they were not common treasures, and there were several of them besides. Caught off guard, even Lin Xuan's figure stalled, and he had no choice but to avoid their edge for the moment.
The woman was overjoyed and immediately took a talisman from her robes.
The talisman was silver, and the ancient characters on its surface were wondrous to the extreme, filled with a mysterious aura. Then the woman's cherry lips parted slightly and she spat out a complex, tangled incantation, while her hands danced without pause.
It seemed activating this talisman was not so easy.
Yet the more a talisman was like this, the more extraordinary its power would be.
Soon, a dozen breaths of time passed. Countless rice-grain-sized runes drifted from the talisman's surface, spiritual light flared brightly, and it looked as if it were about to ignite without wind. The heavily made-up woman let out a breath, sweeping away her earlier gloom, and a few traces of smugness appeared on