Mysterious mirror hanging high

After walking in the desert for another half a day, we finally arrived at the foot of Langhuo Mountain.

After Jing Yu stepped into a certain area at the foot of this fairy mountain, he clearly felt a restrictive force enveloping him. It must be the [Forbidden Martial Arts Restriction] of this place.

This kind of martial arts ban is actually not uncommon. Many important places such as meeting halls of powerful sects or ancestral temples would set it up to prevent people from fighting and causing trouble.

For cultivators who are in a restricted area, not only will it be difficult to condense their magic and supernatural powers, but even their physical cultivation will be suppressed. Many restrictions will even add a layer of protection to the cultivators in it to prevent any cultivator who takes advantage of the opportunity from suddenly killing people.

Jing Yu clenched his fists and felt the surging power in his body. He found that even the physical strength of Ku Du's body was suppressed to nearly 70% of its original strength.

At least I still have the physical strength to build a foundation... Jing Yu thought secretly.

But this does not mean that Jing Yu, who has retained most of his physical strength, can kill people at will in this safe area. After all, this ancient restriction is well preserved and operates smoothly. It is of a high quality. The reinforced protection on the cultivator is not so strong that he cannot withstand attacks of the foundation-building strength.

Most of the Qi-cultivating monks who were accompanying them also felt the existence of the [Forbidden Martial Arts Restriction], and their tense nerves that had been in the dangerous secret realm suddenly relaxed. At this time, Jing Yu had already gone to look for Yuwen Xiaoyan and Han Ping, and they were no longer there, so they had no choice but to express their gratitude to Zhao Yuanxi, and for a while they surrounded Zhao Yuanxi in the center, as if he were the moon surrounded by stars.

"Xuanjing!"

Yuwen Xiaoyan was still wearing a black robe with golden patterns, his long fiery red hair fluttering freely, and flames surrounding him. He looked like the Flame Emperor descending to the world, with an imposing aura.

On the other hand, Han Ping, who was standing aside, was wearing a green robe and had a dark complexion. He looked extremely ordinary. How could he look like someone who was undergoing a major overhaul in the late stage of foundation building?

"My two fellow Taoists have been waiting for a long time!" Jing Yu greeted them with a smile.

"I'm closer. I was teleported to this desert at the beginning and arrived at the foot of this fairy mountain early." Yuwen Xiaoyan laughed heartily and patted Jing Yu on the shoulder. "Brother Han, on the other hand, only arrived half a day ago."

"I met some monks on the way, and they escorted me here, so I was delayed." Jing Yu smiled.

"How could that be? Elder Xuan Jing's reputation for kindness has already spread throughout the entire blessed land. Among the nearly one thousand Qi-cultivating cultivators you protected, many are from the younger generation of my Yuwen family. I should thank Xuan Jing very much."

Yuwen Xiaoyan nodded, seeming to be very confident in Jing Yu's character.

After all, although most areas of the world of immortal cultivation have rules, they still cannot escape the pattern of respecting the strong and preying on the weak. In such a turbulent situation, people with noble character are somewhat rare.

Who doesn’t want the monk around him to be a kind-hearted person?

Jing Yu just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

After all, he himself was not the kind of person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs. Normally, if he really saw a cultivator in trouble, he would just ignore it because he thought it was troublesome. This time, it was just by chance that he found Zhao Yuanxi and lent a hand to him, and to build some connections for his niece's granddaughter.

But it never hurts to have a good reputation in the world of immortal cultivation, so Jing Yu naturally wouldn't rush to deny that he is not that kind of person.

"I'm just worried that I'll delay you two fellow Daoists from finding opportunities." Jing Yu asked curiously, "Brother Han, Brother Yuwen, you came here earlier. I wonder if you have obtained any inheritance?"

Yuwen Xiaojin and Han Ping looked at each other and shook their heads.

"You'll know once you go up the mountain with Xuan Jing."

Jing Yu set up a light of escape, and flew with the two of them to the top of the fairy mountain. They really saw a fairy palace of inheritance that covered a very large area, but the door of the fairy palace was currently closed and had not been opened.

Jing Yu keenly noticed that the [Forbidden Martial Arts Restriction] that was originally everywhere and covered his entire body seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. He understood in his heart that fighting in front of the Immortal Palace was allowed within a limited range!

Hundreds of cultivators were now sitting cross-legged in the square in front of the Immortal Palace. Most of them were practicing Qigong. They were scattered around the square, either meditating or chatting.

Several white-haired Qi-cultivating monks, led by a foundation-building monk, were studying the ancient formations surrounding the immortal palace, as if they were looking for a way to open the immortal palace.

"The inheritance hasn't begun yet?" Jing Yu asked in surprise, "Is the time not right yet, or are there some conditions that need to be met?"

"Mysterious Mirror, please look at it."

Han Ping pointed in the direction of the fairy palace's gate. There was actually a flame-shaped pattern engraved on the door. At this time, only the bottom of the flame pattern was slightly glowing, emitting an orange-red color. Apart from that, most of the pattern was still dim.

Yuwen Xiaoyan took out a golden demon pill from his storage bag, weighed it, and said, "I got this demon pill from a [Golden Scorpion] I hunted in the desert before coming to Langhuo Mountain. I refined the scorpion's body and locked its demon soul in this demon pill."

After Yu Wen Xiaoyan finished speaking, true fire burst out from his hand, and the golden demon pill was instantly covered by flames. Jing Yu seemed to faintly hear a shrill scream from the demon pill.

After a while, the screams gradually subsided. Jing Yu understood that the soul of the monster in the demon pill must have been completely refined into ashes by Yu Wen Xiaoyan.

At the same moment, the orange-red light at the bottom of the flame pattern on the door of the Immortal Palace seemed to grow slightly larger. Fortunately, the Foundation Establishment cultivator observed it with meticulous spiritual power, otherwise he might not have been able to see it.

Jing Yu had a vague guess in his mind: "Does this immortal palace require sufficient soul sacrifices to open it?"

"That's right." Yuwen Xiaoyan nodded, his expression somewhat gloomy. "It's not limited to monster souls... cultivator souls are also acceptable."

Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat and he looked at the flame pattern again. After just a moment, the glowing part grew slightly larger.

"Is it okay not to offer sacrifices in front of this immortal temple?"

"Exactly."

Han Ping said calmly, "We suspect that any life that dies in this blessed land will slowly recharge the flame pattern and eventually unlock its inheritance."

"As long as the flame pattern becomes a little brighter, it means that a cultivator or demon beast has died somewhere in the blessed land."

Jing Yu frowned and said, "No wonder Master Baoding opened the blessed land without authorization and teleported all the nearby Foundation Establishment and Qi Training cultivators who were watching the excitement in. He already knew the conditions for opening this inheritance immortal palace and was deliberately sending most of the cultivators to their deaths as food?"

Yuwen Xiaoyan sighed, "Alas, this action of our ancestor is bound to arouse some envy and hatred. Once most cultivators know about this, my Yuwen family and even the cultivators of the Immortal Alliance will become the target of public criticism."