Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu stared at the fat monk with a greedy look in his eyes, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"It seems like all these demon cultivators are not very smart. They either look angry at the slightest movement or are greedy as if they have never seen spiritual resources before..."

"What a devil! Your damn brother looked like he was going to die, and he just wanted to fall into my hands and be killed. It would have been fine if you didn't run away, but you even came up to him."

Jing Yu said calmly, "I really don't know what this means."

When the fat monk heard Jing Yu's words, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. He took out a rusty crescent shovel from his storage bag and rushed over in his physical body!

"Still a body cultivator?"

Jing Yu raised his eyebrows, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, he strode towards the fat monk.

Ding--

The fat monk's arms were muscular, and he chopped with all his might. The head of the crescent shovel chopped towards Jing Yu, but Jing Yu's hand, which was shining with gray light, directly grasped the shovel blade, making a crisp sound like the collision of metal.

Fat Monk was stunned. He was one of the few cultivators in the magic world who could also practice the art of physical cultivation. In the initial stage of foundation building, he was almost invincible. Normally, he would withstand several spells and rush to the enemy cultivators, and with a scoop of mixed magic power and physical strength, as long as they did not fight against higher-level cultivators, most of the cultivators of the same or lower level would be wiped out with one scoop. How could there be a scene like this now?

So he subconsciously wanted to pull back the crescent shovel, but found that he had no place to use his huge strength, and the shovel blade in the other person's hand did not move at all!

What a monster is this!

An unspeakable fear crept into Fat Monk's heart, sweeping away all the greed, anger, and other delusions in his heart. He simply let go of the handle of the crescent shovel, turned around, and ran away.

How could Jing Yu let him leave like this? The golden eye between his eyebrows blinked, emitting a bright light that froze the fat monk in place.

【Mysterious spiritual light】.

Even though his body was terrifying and his strength was extraordinary, Fat Monk felt as if he had instantly fallen into a quagmire. When illuminated by the bright light behind him, he was stuck in place and couldn't escape!

He turned to face Jing Yu, who was charging towards him. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the gray-robed young man holding a round, flawless, transparent drop of water in his hand and pressing it down on his head...

Jing Yu put away the [One Yuan Heavy Water] and looked at the fat monk who had been crushed into a pool of flesh and bone paste. He picked up his storage bag and stared at the pool of flesh and bone paste. Sure enough, he saw a burst of ochre light on the ground of Zuwang Peak, which was exactly the same as the [Jitu Spiritual Light] emitted by the [Jitu Escape Flag], and it sucked the pool of flesh and bone paste into Zuwang Peak.

Jing Yu felt a chill in his heart. "This is bizarre! If all the corpses were sucked into this mountainous region, wouldn't the area surrounding Houtu Sect become a fertile land of flesh and blood?"

Shaking his head, not dwelling on the matter any further, Jing Yu privately patrolled the chaotic battlefield until he finally spotted the bald-headed old man who was currently arguing with the aristocratic family's son, Guan Zhen. With a flick of his finger, he closed the vertical eye between his eyebrows, then picked up the [Dinghai Pearl] given by Master Yuehua, summoned a thick curtain of water to wrap himself up, and cast a few ordinary water-based spells, shouting:

"Friend, I'm here to help you!"

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The gloomy young man shuttled back and forth with a pair of small hammers, silently trying to restrain all kinds of delusions in his mind, and fighting with his hands non-stop.

There are now three righteous monks facing him. In addition to the previous leader, a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and an old man in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, there is another cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment joining the battle.

The gloomy young man, with his cultivation level at the middle stage of foundation building, fought against three people alone, but still had some strength left and did not show any signs of defeat.

On the contrary, the three righteous cultivators on the opposite side seemed to be running out of energy, and the old man in the early stage of foundation building even showed some signs of running out of magic power.

Just as the gloomy young man was about to strike with thunder and lightning, he glanced at the surrounding battlefield, but suddenly his face turned pale and his movements paused for a moment:

"Where are the people on our side?"

Of the original ten or so demon cultivators, six of them disappeared without a trace. Not only did they escape, but they were also dead.

On the other hand, only two monks died on the side of the righteous monks!

"How is this going!"

The gloomy young man was shocked and angry, secretly frightened: "I didn't check it for a while, how did I end up in this situation..."

He quickly put away the pair of hammers and took out a [Demagnetizing Bead] from his storage bag. Holding it in his hand, he raised his voice with the power of his foundation-building magic:

"Don't be obsessed with fighting, retreat!"

After saying that, he first erected a magic cloud, used the orb in his hand to eliminate the magnetic force of the formation, and flew back to his own camp with the remaining less than ten magic cultivators.

Jing Yu stared at the remaining demon cultivators who were retreating on the clouds, his eyes flickering.

With his magical powers, he could naturally keep all these demon cultivators here, but that would make him too famous. The next demon cultivator to harass him would most likely be a Yuanying cultivator who had reached the late Foundation Establishment stage and had perfect combat power. The consequences of killing the Yuanying cultivators before were still fresh in his memory, so Jing Yu naturally had no need to bring trouble upon himself.

"Don't chase the poor bandits!"

The leading cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly called out to several cultivators who were chasing him. He counted the number of people and saw that two were missing. He couldn't help but sighed:

"Two fellow Taoists were killed today, and even their bodies were..."

The foundation-building monk stopped talking halfway through his words. It seemed that he had discovered the strange scene of the Houtu Sect's land swallowing up the monks' corpses, but he was trembling with fear and dared not say much. He just collected the remaining robes and broken magic tools of the two dead monks and kept them to be sent back to their respective homes later.

He also sent a Qi-cultivating monk holding a few black banners to gather the remaining souls on the battlefield. Then he left in a hurry, probably to find the monks of Houtu Sect to report the results of the battle.

Guan Zhen retracted his [Purple Sun Sword], his aura slightly scattered, clearly having sustained minor injuries in the previous battle. However, he immediately came over to thank Jing Yu, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing! Without your help, how could we have killed this beast? You should also have a share of this bald-headed man's storage bag."

Jing Yu was not polite at all. He took the spiritual resources that Guan Zhen had sorted out and nodded. "As members of the [Guishui] team, we should help each other. Don't worry, fellow Daoist."

Then he took out a healing elixir and gave it to Guan Zhen: "Take this elixir internally, and your injury will be healed in three days."

Guan Zhen looked delighted and bowed to accept it.

Jing Yu looked around and found that Gu Dacheng and Wang Qiu Shui were not injured, they just consumed too much magic power and they just needed to meditate to recover.

However, the old lady Li Ci, who was covered with only a formation flag, hid behind the cultivators with lingering fear and did not die, which surprised Jing Yu.

He looked around again and found that most of the righteous monks had consumed a huge amount of mana and some of them had serious injuries.

Jing Yu felt something was amiss. "It was just a brief skirmish, but the fighting was so intense and fierce. Almost everyone was injured. It's like everyone has lost their minds. How can this be possible?"