Xia Xin’s mind was suddenly filled with countless question marks.
However, now was clearly not the ti for him to dwell on them.
He didn’t know why the ancestor was acting this way.
But since the ancestor acted this way, there must be a reason.
Not to ntion, he didn’t have the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin in his hand, even if he did.
He wouldn’t hand it over.
Thinking of this, Xia Xin resolutely said, "If you want the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin, dream on!"
"Since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant you your wish."
Upon hearing this, Qin Sai looked at Xia Xin as if he were a dead man, his eyes filled with impatience, as if questioning why there could be such a reckless person.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the large knife in his hand.
"It doesn’t matter if you don’t hand over the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin. As long as I kill you and tear down Jiaoyang Temple, the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin will naturally appear."
After Qin Sai spoke, the large knife in his hand was about to strike at Xia Xin and Fu’er around him.
Xia Xin’s heart skipped a beat, and an odd image suddenly flashed through his mind.
It was the scene of Jiangli setting up a formation.
In an instant, he saw clearly the formation and steps that Jiangli had laid out.
Almost as a reflex, he dashed out, gathering spiritual power in his palms, drawing a talisman in the void.
He had always only known the basics of talisman drawing, and drawing in the void extrely tested a cultivator’s talent.
A flash of spiritual light, and a talisman would be ford.
Talisman drawing typically doesn’t discriminate against the material of the talisman paper and tools.
But for soone like Xia Xin to reach this step was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
However, at this mont, he seed a little out of control.
It was as if another person had taken control of him.
He quickly drew a talisman in the void.
The glow of the talisman script quickly ford a formation in front of him.
Xia Xin pushed forward with both arms, and the formation transford into a sharp blade.
With a bang!
The blade in Xia Xin’s hand collided with Qin Sai’s large knife.
Fu’er and Master Wu watched this scene with indescribable anxiety.
At this mont, Qin Sai felt as if the large knife in his hand had t a wall and could not go any further.
This feeling was sothing he had never experienced with Fu’er.
Xia Xin’s cultivation base seed far above Fu’er.
Qin Sai stared warily at Xia Xin.
But he saw Xia Xin looking unnaturally pale, his hands trembling, as if his spiritual power might dissipate at any mont.
Could it be just a temporary outburst?
But no matter what.
Qin Sai didn’t want to waste ti with him.
He feared that if he dragged it out, more danger might arise.
With this in mind, Qin Sai gripped the large knife, pressing down with both hands.
Xia Xin’s face turned red from exertion, continuously clenching his teeth.
Soon, with a crash, the formation before him shattered into fragnts.
The next second, the large knife in Qin Sai’s hand landed on Xia Xin’s shoulder.
With a squelch, blood began to flow.
In no ti, Xia Xin’s shoulder was soaked with blood.
Seeing this, Fu’er gritted his teeth, trying to stand up.
However, as soon as he moved, the speed of his soul dissipating increased, and his entire being almost beca completely transparent.
Master Wu was so anxious, running around without any idea of what to do.
Forget it, might as well die together!
Just as he was thinking about rushing out, the eyes of the ancestor statue on the main hall suddenly changed.
Imdiately, two streams of spiritual power shot out with a swish.
One force suddenly poured into Fu’er’s body.
The other force slamd into Xia Xin’s body with a bang.
Xia Xin, who was nearly fainting from the pain, trembled, and the feeling of his soul being torn intensified.
In the next instant, countless images flashed across his mind.
In an instant, sothing that had been buried deep suddenly broke through the surface.
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