Mysterious mirror hanging high

Huangfu Zhengqi was about to dodge, but he saw a clear mirror light suddenly gushing out from under the lake, locking him in place, and he was unable to move for a while.

He could only watch helplessly as the rocket passed through his chest, burning a large hole in it.

"Okay...ok..."

Feeling the vitality of his body constantly slipping away, even with his extremely high level of physical cultivation, Huangfu Zhengqi knew that he was powerless to save the situation.

"What a destiny born of fire... What a destiny born according to fate!"

Looking at Yuwen Xiaoyan, who had put away his magic and stood with his hands behind his back, Huangfu Zhengqi's eyelids gradually became heavy:

"Ultimately, magical powers cannot defeat fate..."

Before this direct descendant of the immortal clan died completely, a black gas flew out of his body and split into two balls, large and small, in the air. The large ball of black gas attached to Yuwen Xiaoyan's body, and the small one found Han Ping nearby.

"Oops!"

Yuwen Xiaojin flew over, his expression somewhat grim. "This is a method used by the Yuanying Immortal Clan on their direct descendants. If a direct descendant is killed by a cultivator, they will attach themselves to that cultivator, like a cancer attached to the bone..."

At this moment, the lake surface began to churn. Jing Yu emerged from the water, looking worried. "Is there any way to get rid of this?"

Jing Yu's sudden appearance startled Yu Wenxiaojin: "Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing?"

Then he calmed himself down and shook his head, saying, "Of course, we in the Jindan family have similar methods, but how can we compare to the methods of the Yuanying Immortal Clan? I'm afraid it won't be that easy to solve."

"That's fine." Yuwen Xiaoyan seemed quite open-minded. "Battles in secret realms are a matter of life and death. How can we, the direct descendants of the Immortal Clan, be allowed to kill people at will, while we are not allowed to fight back? How can such a thing happen in this world!"

"The old ancestor has now reached the Perfect Golden Core state and is only one step away from forming a fetus. He may be able to protect me."

"Even if the Immortal Clan's True Lord is determined to hold my family accountable, I can just take the responsibility alone!"

After saying that, he smiled apologetically at Han Ping: "I have indeed implicated Brother Han and got involved in these tricks..."

Han Ping said expressionlessly: "The worst that can happen is that we can just run away from this blessed land."

"The Langhuo Blessed Land is isolated from the real world, but it's not completely cut off. If a direct descendant of the immortals in the blessed land dies, their life tablets in the real world will also be shattered!" Yuwen Xiaojin sighed, "Now that the immortals have learned of this person's death, I'm afraid his status is so high that he'll have to ask the True Lords of the clan to personally stake out the blessed land. Then, everything will be over! Even with supernatural powers, he won't be able to escape!"

Jing Yu frowned and said, "Xiao Yan, stretch out your hand. Let me try."

Yu Wen Xiaoyan was surprised, but didn't say anything. He smiled slightly and stretched out a hand. A faint black mark was now visible on his forearm.

Jing Yu activated the [Kudu Xuan Guang] and slowly wrapped it around, wanting to see if the Xuan Guang, which could refine everything, could directly devour and refine the black energy mark.

But the next moment Jing Yu's expression changed.

Ku Du Xuan Guang touched the black mark, but it seemed as if he touched nothing, empty.

Han Ping, who had his eyes closed at this moment, slowly opened them and said helplessly, "This black energy... seems to have directly absorbed into the soul. No wonder it's so difficult to remove. The black energy mark on my arm is just an external manifestation of the anomaly."

"That's a bit troublesome."

Jing Yu didn't have any good solution for the moment and could only put the matter aside for the time being.

"Let's ignore it." Yuwen Xiaoyan stepped forward and kicked Huangfu Zhengqi's body over. He scanned the surroundings several times with his spiritual sense to confirm that there was no remaining soul escaping. Then he used his boots to hook several leather bags around the waist of the corpse.

"Why does this guy have five or six spirit beast bags hanging from his body, but no spirit beasts inside?"

"There's also a storage bag here..."

Yuwen Xiaoyan opened the storage bag and took a look. He couldn't help but gasp: "Hiss—as expected of a direct descendant of the Immortal Clan!"

"How do we divide this person's storage bag?"

Jing Yu waved his hand and said, "Brother Xiao Yan, please spare me. I wouldn't dare take even the spiritual stones, let alone the magical instruments and spiritual resources he left behind. I'm afraid he's done something I can't see. If I try to take advantage of this, I'll end up suffering a huge loss."

Yuwen Xiaoyan pondered, "It's a hot potato indeed... It's just like having too many lice and not being afraid of the itch. The items in this storage bag will be divided between me and Brother Han. We can each replenish some of our spiritual resources for Xuanjing."

Jing Yu shook his head and sighed, "Why is this necessary..."

Yuwen Xiaoyan patted Jing Yu's shoulder, picked out his own magical instruments and spiritual resources, and put them individually into a small storage bag. He handed it to him and whispered, "Xiaoyan, now that we have left the blessed land, I'm afraid the road ahead is bleak. If the worst comes to the worst, I might end up on the run. Xuanjing... take care!"

Afterwards, he searched Huangfu Zhengqi's storage bag and sighed with regret, "This man has such a profound background and is so wealthy, yet there isn't even a [Great Teleportation Talisman] in his storage bag? Otherwise, if I could just cast a Great Teleportation Talisman once I leave the blessed land, even a Yuanying Zhenjun might not be able to catch me."

"Brother Han, do you have any good ideas for escaping this situation?"

Han Ping said slowly, "I do have a secret realm teleportation token that has been recognized by its owner. It's of a high rank, and should be as good as the Great Teleportation Talisman. It's enough to get me out of danger. Unfortunately, I'm the only one who can use this token, otherwise I could take you with me... As for the black mark in your soul, I'll find a way to slowly remove it after I escape."

Jing Yu's heart moved. He searched his storage bag and took out the golden token given by Jiu Ming Daojun, which allowed him to enter and exit the Puppet Secret Realm once. He sighed inwardly, "It's a pity that I can only use this token myself, otherwise I could lend it to Brother Xiao Yan."

After discussing it for a while, they felt that the road ahead was uncertain and they couldn't see clearly. Turning around, they saw Yuwen Xiaojin feeding some healing pills to the seriously injured and unconscious Bo Lei and Wan Lingjun, while Qiu Zhiyun stood aside with a pale face and a dazed look.

"Brother, how are your lovers?" Yu Wen Xiaoyan asked casually.

Yuwen Xiaojin glared at him fiercely, then lowered his brows and sighed, "His life is saved. From now on, it's just a matter of taking good care of himself... Fortunately, Lingjun and Bolei both have very solid immortal foundations. Although they were seriously injured this time, it shouldn't damage their foundation."

After saying that, he turned to look at Qiu Zhiyun: "Zhiyun entered the Dao with the sword. That magic sword that she cultivated with her life is of great significance to her..."

Qiu Zhiyun was, after all, a true disciple of the sect. He took a deep breath and changed his dejected expression. "It's okay. If the sword is gone, I can just forge another one. As long as the desire for swordsmanship remains, there will be a chance to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship!"

"It's better than Qin Zhiling...that silly woman is dead!"

A trace of pity flashed across Yuwen Xiaojin's face, and he said bitterly, "This man was indiscriminate and killed the moment he saw me. Does this mean the Yuanying Immortal Clan can be so tyrannical? Now that he's been killed by Xiao Yan, it's only his own fault. Even if the Yuanying True Lord himself came, he would still have something to say!"

"Besides, Zhi Ling clearly fell at the hands of this person, and the Great Immortal of Huanhuo Sect is also outside the blessed land at this moment. This blood debt must be settled!"

Jing Yu sighed upon hearing this and couldn't help but say, "If the True Lord were to come in person, I'm afraid that True Lord Zhu Yan from the Huanhuo Sect wouldn't dare to say a word..."