261: Chapter 261 You Too.

The third blade of light nailed into the stone slab half an inch in front of his feet, cutting out a straight crack less than a finger's width away from the tips of his claws.

Xi Sha knelt on one knee with his claw blades propped against the ground, dark cyan Demon Power surging rapidly around him. He lowered his head to glance at the wound on his waist and abdomen; blood was still seeping out, already condensing into fine blood beads at the edges of his scales, rolling down along the grain of the scales.

"This woman is crazy!!"

"Damn it!"

"We can't block it!"

After Shi Yuan's pillar of Demon Power light was suppressed at the edge of the steps, new cracks appeared on its surface. He retracted his palms pressed against the ground, readjusting the angle of his force exertion, and dark brown Demon Power continued to condense in his palms.

"Even if we can't block it, we must block it!"

"Such a Divine Ability cannot possibly last long!"

"Let's just wait until she can no longer hold on."

"Rumble~"

Demon Power and spiritual power collided frantically.

The ground began to shake.

Cracks extended to both sides from the edge of the steps, passing through the area covered by Liu Ruobing's spiritual light and touching the threshold of the front of the Buddha Hall.

The golden light in the crack of the Buddha Hall's door jumped the moment it shook, changing from a stable state to flickering. Its brightness waxed and waned, and the cut marks at the edge expanded by half an inch amid the flickering.

Finally...

"Boom!"

The golden light in the crack of the Buddha Hall's door suddenly brightened, then dimmed.

The flowing dark golden patterns on the surface of the door panels stopped in that instant, no longer continuing to rotate, as if they had suddenly lost support during the process of maintaining operation.

The Buddha light at the edge of the door crack turned from bright gold to light gold, from light gold to pale gold, and then disappeared.

Seeing this scene,

Xi Sha's eyes lit up. Disregarding his injuries entirely, taking advantage of the other two still supporting with Demon Power, he directly withdrew his Demon Power and moved first.

"Xi Sha! You scoundrel!"

Xi Sha suddenly withdrew his Demon Power, leaving only Shi Yuan and Mo Lin to face the frantic Liu Ruobing.

"I can't hold on either!"

Seeing this, Mo Lin also withdrew his Demon Power.

"Boom!"

The terrifying pressure fell entirely upon Shi Yuan.

"Urgh ah!!"

Shi Yuan revealed his demonic form, transforming into the appearance of a giant turtle, struggling bitterly to support himself.

As for Mo Lin, he directly turned from the flank of the Buddha Hall and followed behind Xi Sha.

"Hum hum hum~"

Inside the hall,

the light of the sarira seeped out from the door cracks, thin beams of light like they were shot simultaneously from eighteen different directions, intersecting at the edges of the door panels to form an irregular bright area.

Over here, the fierce battle continued.

Commander Su Qin gripped his Lightning Whip, glanced toward the direction of the Buddha Hall, and then glanced at Patriarch Ekuang.

"You're not going in?"

Commander Su Qin sneered, "You aren't even in a rush, what am I rushing for."

...

Together with them, of course, were Wu Li and Bai Chi.

With such a huge commotion, it was even less possible for Wu Li not to notice.

"Old Ancestor."

"Are we not going to snatch those sarira?"

Wu Li's gaze fixed.

"Snatch them, we certainly will."

"Although these things are treasures of the Buddhist sect, as long as they are refined to remove the Buddha Power, the remaining pure spiritual power will be much more powerful than the Golden Core of a normal Golden Core Cultivator."

Buddhist Cultivators are rather special, especially those truly eminent Buddhist Cultivators; the spiritual power within their bodies is repeatedly tempered in the Buddha light year after year, and its density and purity are several times higher than those of ordinary Cultivators.

These sarira are the products of their spiritual power being fully compressed.

Bai Chi's gaze paused at the crack of the Buddha Hall's door and asked again, "Then shall we go over now?"

Wu Li did not rush to move. He withdrew his gaze from the direction of the Buddha Hall, as if recalculating the distance between the Buddha gate and the sarira: "No rush."

"Let them snatch first."

"The sarira do not belong to whoever gets them first; it depends on who can hold onto them. Although the Buddha light in that door has dispersed, the sarira themselves still have residual Buddha Power, and direct contact will cause burns."

After saying these words, he did not speak again, his gaze falling back onto the direction of the Buddha Hall.

Bai Chi stood behind him and asked no more.

Just as Wu Li said,

Xi Sha crashed into the hall.

The interior space of the Buddha Hall was much larger than it looked from the outside. The dome hung high, and the four walls were embedded with eighteen niches. In the center of each niche floated a fist-sized sarira. Golden light diffused outward from the heart of the beads, forming a slowly flowing halo at the edge of the niche.

"Haha."

"I've got them!!!"

Xi Sha did not pause. His claw tips reached toward the three sarira closest to him, grabbing them into the palm of his hand in one go.

The sarira felt warm to the touch, their surfaces smooth with no obvious resistance, as if they had already been permitted to be taken.

He turned around and left.

In just an instant,

the three sarira brightened in his palm, then dimmed simultaneously, and lit up simultaneously once more.

The light that lit up this time was different from before; a rapidly contracting light shell gathered inward along the surface of the sarira, then expanded outward, forming a hurried rhythm between contraction and expansion.

"Hum!!!"

Xi Sha lowered his head to glance at his own palm. The layer of light shell on the surface of the sarira had already pressed against his scales, making a slight scorching sound, as if something was heating his skin from the outside.

"What is this thing!!"

He tried to loosen his claws, but the sarira did not fall off. The light shell penetrated from the surface of the scales toward the direction of the bones, and the burning sensation spread upward from the edge of the palm, infiltrating upward along the gaps between the bones and fascia of his forearm.

"Ah!!!"

"It kills me with pain!!"

He paused half a step at the edge of the hall door, his gaze falling on the scorching sarira, but still did not put it down or abandon it. Instead, he quickly mobilized his Demon Power, forcibly adjusted the angle of his grip to keep the sarira as far away from the wound on his palm as possible, and then squeezed sideways out of the door crack.

"Rumble!"

At this moment,

Liu Ruobing stood three zhang in front of him, her eyes bloodred. Dark cyan spiritual light surged around her body like a continuously expanding thin film, expanding outward against her skin and shaking fine cracks into the stone slabs beneath her feet.

Her hands still maintained the posture of forming hand seals, but the spiritual light at the edges of her palms had turned from dark cyan to deep black, and a layer of fine blood-colored patterns emerged at the edges, extending along her wrists toward her forearms.

A muffled crashing sound came simultaneously. The giant turtle that Shi Yuan had transformed into was smashing down from mid-air. Its huge turtle shell rolled twice on the steps, and together with the shattered stones below, rolled down to the edge of the steps before stopping. The surface of the turtle shell was covered with cracks, and a large amount of blood seeped out from the fissures, flowing down along the steps.

Xi Sha turned his head to glance in that direction, then turned back, his gaze falling on Liu Ruobing: "You killed Shi Yuan?"

Liu Ruobing did not answer, but the spiritual light around her body had condensed into shape, transforming into dozens of slender blades of light, all pointing their tips at Xi Sha.

Her voice was very low, carrying a layer of chilliness that no longer needed to be suppressed: "You are the same."

The blades of light shot out simultaneously, every single one precisely aiming at various locations on his body.