Mysterious mirror hanging high

Seeing Jing Yu laugh, the dark-faced man realized that his threat was powerless and burst into tears:

"I was blind and lost my mind for a moment, and I offended you, sir. I hope you will spare my life, and I will be at your service from now on!"

"Now you realize that you have been bewitched?" Jing Yu asked with a smile.

"My lord, you have just entered the foundation-building stage. You first killed the demon beasts guarding the medicine. When your magic power was still at its peak, you used a few magical powers to destroy me. How could someone who is not a true descendant of a major sect have such ability?"

The dark-faced man shed tears and said, "A god-like figure like you would be dirtying your hands if you killed me."

Jing Yu shook his head. "Your magical powers are mixed and your foundation is weak. Why would you need the true teachings and golden elixir seeds of a sect of the same rank to defeat you so decisively? You're not from a noble family, are you?"

"But the adults saw through it!"

The dark-faced man no longer dared to lie, and said with a mournful face, "I am indeed from a Jindan family, but I am a son-in-law..."

"It was only later that I was lucky enough to establish my foundation that I gained some status! The old Immortal in my family didn't have many years left to live. He was always taking care of the real descendants of the family and thinking about producing another Golden Core Immortal. How could he have the time to care about the younger ones!"

"I hope you will show some mercy..."

"Your immortal foundation has been destroyed, all your meridians are broken, and you have no magic power. What use do I have for you?" Jing Yu asked back.

"I am now 186 years old, in the prime of my life. I have restored my destroyed immortal foundation with 30 to 40 years of hard work. My meridians are even easier to cultivate. I can fully cultivate them in 10 to 20 years..."

The dark-faced man lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, and said in a mournful voice, "Sir..."

A ray of bitter and mysterious light shot towards the big man's face. The head of the foundation-building cultivator instantly shattered like a watermelon, and red and white liquid flowed all over the ground.

Jing Yu pinched a magic formula to control objects, hooked the storage bag on the waist of the corpse, and muttered:

"After waiting for so many years, I have already made countless foundation-building puppets..."

Jing Yu hastily buried the monk's body, then carefully picked the Ziyuan Fruit and placed it in a jade box. Then he stretched out his finger and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, a crack appeared on the finger, and a drop of blood squeezed out of it.

The calamity cultivator just now gave Jing Yu an inspiration. His blood relationship with his niece's granddaughter Zhao Yuanxi was neither close nor distant. There was always some slight connection in blood. He could completely use his own blood to find Zhao Yuanxi in this blessed land.

The secret divination method of finding people by their essence, blood and bloodline is not a rare thing. Jing Yu naturally knows a few of them, but he has not made any in-depth research on divination. In addition, the level of the secret methods that foundation-building cultivators can access is not very high, so its effect is naturally limited.

Not only is the detection range small, but even the divination results are vague.

Sure enough, Jing Yu used several different secret methods, and the drop of blood on his fingertips was more than half consumed, but there was still no movement.

"Alas, it seems that we have to use that method."

If your secret technique level and divination talent are not high enough, then make up for it with your lifespan!

Burning life!

Jing Yu generously invested ten years of his life as nourishment for divination, and sure enough, the blood essence at his fingertips reacted, and seemed to begin to vaguely point in a general direction.

"not enough!"

This time, he directly burned another hundred years of his lifespan. The next moment, the remaining blood and essence transformed into a long line of blood, quickly flying towards an extremely certain location...

"Okay, okay, it really works." Jing Yu smiled and turned into a beam of light and followed.

He was sure that even a Yuanying Zhenjun would not be so generous as to spend 110 years of his life just to find one person!

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From a dense bush, a large hand covered with wrinkles and calluses suddenly stretched out. A moment later, Zhao Mingfu, with gray hair and an old face, emerged from it.

"Hu-hu-"

Zhao Mingfu bent over, held onto the branches of a bush and gasped for breath.

The back of his robe was already stained red with blood, and in the gap of the torn robe, a huge wound almost split his entire back into two parts.

The severe pain almost made Zhao Mingfu faint, but he knew that he was not completely out of danger yet, and he needed to continue running forward until he reached a safe place!

Is there really a safe place in this secret realm... Zhao Mingfu thought in despair.

Recalling that the monk who entered the secret realm with him was cut into two pieces by a wind blade, he couldn't help but shudder.

Originally, I had heard that there was a secret realm outside Xiaoyao Fairy City. With the idea of ​​seeking wealth and fame through risk, I hurried to the outside of the city. However, as soon as I arrived, I was inexplicably teleported into the secret realm.

On the way, they met several Qi-cultivating monks with similar cultivation levels, so they temporarily got together and prepared to try their luck.

Unexpectedly, they accidentally entered the territory of a wind-type foundation-building monster, and were killed by several wind blades of the monster. Finally, Zhao Mingfu relied on his highest cultivation level and fastest escape speed among several Qi-cultivating cultivators, and barely escaped from the territory of the foundation-building monster.

But even so, his back was still hit hard by the wind blade, and he ended up seriously injured.

"You are really blinded by greed. With your mere Qi training level, you dare to come to such a secret place to try your luck!" Zhao Mingfu coughed up a mouthful of blood and regretted it secretly in his heart.

But he couldn't help but be anxious, simply because Zhao Mingfu was now seventy-eight years old, and his cultivation had barely reached the ninth level of Qi training. It could only be said that he was barely qualified to build a foundation. However, he had a half-built cave that was rotting there, and no one was willing to take it over. His life savings had been wasted, so where would he get the money to buy the foundation-building pill?

If I don't try my best in this secret realm, I'm afraid I will never have the hope of continuing on the path of foundation building in this life.

"This secret realm is of a very high status. I'm afraid it has reached the level of the legendary blessed land. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could be capsized. Moreover, there are at least thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators in this secret realm. This group of high-ranking 'adults' is much more terrifying than the monsters that rarely leave their territory!"

"If I encounter a demonic beast, it's fine. But if I encounter a Foundation Establishment cultivator with evil intentions and a spell is cast upon me, then everything will be over..."

Zhao Mingfu pondered, "If Qigong cultivators want to survive in this secret realm, they have to stick together..."

Fortunately, there are at least tens of thousands of Qi-cultivating monks trapped in this secret realm, which is more than ten times the number of foundation-building monks. It should not be difficult to meet them. By then, I can explain the reasons to them. With my cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi-cultivation, I may be able to form a team!

Zhao Mingfu's spirits lifted, his originally desperate mood was slightly diluted, and even some unrealistic ambitions began to emerge!

At this moment, a divine thought swept over Zhao Mingfu silently, and then a blood-colored light passed through the dense forest and landed in front of Zhao Mingfu.

Zhao Mingfu hadn't even seen the appearance of the person who came, but he had already felt the powerful spiritual pressure of the foundation-building cultivator, and he couldn't help but cry out in his heart:

"Bitter!"