Mysterious mirror hanging high

The water drop was obviously only a tiny drop, but it gave Black Blood Taoist an unprecedented sense of oppression, and a strong wind blew in his face before it even reached him.

"What kind of magical power is this!"

The Black Blood Taoist was startled. Seeing that the water drop was not moving fast, he was about to dodge sideways, but he saw that a water-blue mirror had been hung above Jing Yu's head opposite him, emitting a bright light that fixed his body in place.

"What kind of treasure is this? It has a powerful effect of detention and delay!"

The Black Blood Taoist gritted his teeth and summoned a blood-red shield, holding it in front of him.

boom!

The tremendous force of the one-yuan heavy water poured down, creating ripples on the fluid blood-colored shield, but did not completely break it.

When the heavy water's old power was lost, the droplets scattered and a phantom of heavy water appeared at Jing Yu's fingertips, gradually becoming solid, ready to go.

Surprise appeared on his face: "This Black Blood Taoist is really quite capable. He actually relied on a blood shield to withstand the attack of heavy water."

The Black Blood Taoist on the opposite side was suffering terribly. His [Leech Blood Shield] was extremely evil and could almost be considered half a living thing. It usually survived by sucking the host's essence and blood, but when fighting against the enemy, it needed to consume essence and blood to defend itself.

The Black Blood Taoist got this evil shield by chance a hundred years ago. He fed it with essence and blood every day, and had already accumulated blood for a hundred years. Its defensive ability is simply not comparable to the blood shield technique used by the blood puppet body against Lei Yunzi seventy years ago!

Now, a drop of heavy water from Jing Yu actually consumed nearly fifty years of blood reserves of the Leech Blood Shield in one go. If it comes again, won’t the blood shield be broken immediately?

How could this kid, who is only in the initial stage of foundation building, cultivate such powerful magical powers!

And there are magical tools like that mirror...

Jing Yu's combat performance was not like that of an ordinary cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. In the eyes of Black Blood Taoist, he even felt a bit of the oppression he felt when he faced Lei Yunzi, a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building and the true disciple of the sect, in a mortal country!

"He's not a direct descendant of a noble family at all!" The Black Blood Taoist's mood gradually darkened. "I'm afraid one of the four major sects in the Yunchuan region is secretly cultivating the sect's true teachings and golden elixir seeds with the goal of becoming a great immortal..."

While Jing Yu was still recovering his breath after hitting a heavy water, the Black Blood Taoist first hurriedly made a hand gesture and shot out a few blood arrows. He then quickly summoned a black banner with a ghostly aura, and waved out two red-skinned evil ghosts in the early stage of foundation building. They led a large number of wronged souls and ghost babies with little cultivation, and rushed towards Jing Yu in a mighty force.

"WTF……"

The black mirror above Jing Yu's head flickered slightly, and a water-blue mirror shield appeared around him, easily blocking the blood arrows.

At this time, the two red-skinned evil ghosts holding steel forks had already come close to him. Jing Yu removed the mirror shield with an expressionless face. Facing the attacking steel forks, he held one in each hand and actually grasped the steel forks directly in his hands!

Kaba——

The two steel forks formed from resentment were instantly crushed by Jing Yu. He then punched each of the two evil spirits, directly dispersing them. The blood energy in Ku Du's body surged up, and the two evil spirits were unable to gather their bodies for a while...

"Dual cultivation of Dharmakaya and body! Even the Dharmakaya body has reached the foundation-building stage?"

What's the point of this...

The Black Blood Taoist shuddered, no longer wanting to fight. His eyes darted around, and he grabbed Zhao Mingfu from the ground, sternly saying, "Fellow Taoist, you have magical powers. Today, I'm defeated, but if you want to spare this elder's life, hmph..."

Jing Yu didn't bother talking to him at all. After regulating his breathing, he used the same trick again. He first used the [Candidate Spiritual Light] to freeze the two people, and then he used the [One Yuan Heavy Water] to hit them hard!

"Well, this devil has made a wrong calculation. Now that Sixth Brother has used his magical power, he has killed two enemies in a row. It is a great pleasure!" Zhao Mingfu felt a chill in his heart as he saw the drop of heavy water getting closer and closer, and a kaleidoscope of thoughts began to appear in his eyes.

"What a cruel boy!" Seeing that Jing Yu didn't care about the life or death of the hostage in his hand, the Black Blood Taoist cursed inwardly, and his whole body turned blood red and exploded. With the aftermath of the explosion of a [Blood Puppet Body], he temporarily broke free from the [Xuan Lingguang] shining on his body, and then immediately burned his essence, blood, and life span, and turned into a ray of blood light and escaped.

Zhao Mingfu was hit by the self-explosion, and his already injured back was immediately injured again. His entire back was blown to pieces, and it was obvious that he was breathing in more than out...

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes, looked in the direction where the Black Blood Taoist had fled, and sneered, "Can he escape?"

Immediately, a pair of wings appeared from his back and waist. He flapped them violently, and combined with his original escape light and blood escape techniques, he began to burn his blood and lifespan without hesitation and chased after him!

Zhao Mingfu, lying on the ground with his consciousness a little blurred, looked at the two people walking away. He curled his cracked lips and a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.

"Ming Fu has wasted decades on the path to immortality, and in the end, it's all just to help Sixth Brother find this demon and avenge his eldest brother..."

His body became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that he was about to sink into the ground. Zhao Mingfu knew very well that he was about to die.

A magic pill fell from the sky and landed precisely in his mouth. It melted the moment it entered his mouth, transforming into a torrent of pure medicinal power that repaired his already tattered body.

This is?

Zhao Mingfu was a little confused.

At the same time, a voice transmission sounded in his ears. Sixth Brother's voice was exactly the same as it had been over seventy years ago. It hadn't changed at all, and his tone was still that light and lively:

"Zhao Mingfu, when I was still a mortal, I promised Senior Wu Juecheng that if his descendants or successors were in trouble in the future, I would help them once within my ability."

"Although you and I originally had a bad relationship and even plotted to trip me up, I didn't punish you because we are blood relatives."

"But since you are Senior Wu's disciple, I can't go against my oath."

"This foundation-building-level healing elixir is enough to keep you alive. Once the medicinal power seeps in, your injuries will be mostly healed."

"As for whether you can survive in this blessed land, it all depends on your own luck!"

"Now we're even!"

The foundation-building-level healing elixir was indeed miraculous. The fatal injuries on Zhao Mingfu's body began to gradually improve, and his scattered consciousness gradually became clear.

Zhao Mingfu was still lying on his back in the mud, motionless and silent.

At this time, Black Blood Taoist and Jing Yu had flown far away, and the sonic boom sound of their full speed escape could no longer be heard. The entire dense forest returned to its silent state.

After a while, Zhao Mingfu, lying in the mud, groaned in pain...

"It turns out Sixth Brother knows everything... He knows everything!"

Zhao Mingfu showed a complicated smile on his face, and then the wound was affected, and he grimaced again:

"After seventy-eight years in this world, life has become a joke!"