Mysterious mirror hanging high

On the other side, a divine flying insect also flew into the sea of ​​consciousness of Gu Dacheng who was concentrating on defense.

The head of the foundation-building family suddenly had red eyes, and a raging rage surged in his heart. He thought bitterly:

"After three generations of hard work, our clan finally produced a Foundation Establishment cultivator like me. We were about to secure the position of the Foundation Establishment family, but I never expected that a transfer order would throw me onto this battlefield!"

"The younger generation in my family haven't even achieved anything yet. They're just a bunch of Qigong cultivators. How can they protect the foundation I've built over the past few years..."

"It's all thanks to this group of Tiannan Demon Cultivators!"

The more Gu Dacheng thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that the demon cultivator in front of him was the culprit of all this. He actually gave up on defense and used an offensive magic weapon, exchanging injuries for injuries, and attacked like he was risking his life.

Anger instantly appeared on the face of the demon cultivator opposite, and he began to focus on the fight instead of his own.

Both of them fought with a reckless attitude, and in the end, their magic weapons fell on each other at the same time, and they both died!

"Gu Daoyou!"

Wang Qiu Shui, who was struggling to resist the attacks of the demon cultivators not far away, was shocked when she saw Gu Dacheng's miserable appearance. Her foundation was weak to begin with. Apart from cultivators like Li Ci who were nearing the end of their lives, she was almost the weakest in the foundation-building stage. She had long been unable to hold on. When Gu Dacheng died, she felt her mind lost and she actually recalled all the beautiful moments she had with the Golden Core Ancestor.

"I was originally an ordinary Qigong cultivator. Because I was quite pretty when I was young, I was favored by my husband and was able to build my foundation. However, I didn't expect that youth is fleeting. Even the anti-aging elixir cannot make youth last forever."

Wang Qiushui's face was filled with sorrow. "All the vows we made were false. My husband is a Golden Core True Man, and all he has dedicated his life to is the path of the Dao."

"It's just that those good times can't be fake!"

Wang Qiu Shui recalled the shadow of the past and was stunned for a moment. His hand couldn't help but loosen, and the defensive magic weapon lost control and fell to the ground. The demon cultivator on the opposite side spotted this flaw and threw a nail of death, which hit Wang Qiu Shui right in the middle of his eyebrows. A large flower of blood flew out immediately, and the head of this Jindan concubine was pierced through.

"Storage bag!" The demon cultivator recalled the death nail and stared at the storage bag on the waist of Wang Qiu Shui's corpse with greed. He flew over and grabbed it, but he was not careful and his head was chopped off by a golden wheel magic weapon.

----

Guan Zhen's [Purple Yang Sword] flew up and down, turning into a circle of sword light to protect him. For a moment, he felt a lot of random thoughts in his mind. He frowned. After all, he was a man with a clear mind of sword. He used the family magical power of the sword to cut off random thoughts. A sword of the mind condensed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and with one sword, he cut off the spiritual insect and regained consciousness.

But the next moment his expression changed drastically, and all around him, friend or foe, started to attack like crazy, or just stood there in a daze, losing their lives for nothing. For a moment, most of the demons and righteous men were killed or injured!

From afar, in the center of the battle group, the demonic sect leader, the sorceress Tang Dong'er, had just pierced the chest of a female cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage with a golden spear, a cruel smile on her face:

"Hehe, the three brothers exerted their strength, and one by one they became lambs to be slaughtered..."

Then he spat out a stream of black water, turning the male cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage who was standing there motionless and dazed into a pool of pus.

"It's over!" Guan Zhen's face was ashen. He had been so distracted just now that over ten foundation-building cultivators had died instantly on the demonic side. The casualties on the Zuowang Peak side were even more severe, with over twenty foundation-building cultivators killed! The remaining cultivators were also filled with delusions and had long since lost their minds.

The defeat was like a landslide, but the witch opposite seemed completely unaffected. Although he had woken up, as a mere person in the early stage of foundation building and an abandoned descendant of a noble family, how could he be a match for this person!

Tang Dong'er seemed to have noticed Guan Zhen as well, and her eyes were slightly peculiar:

"You were able to sever the delusion in your heart so quickly? So you are the righteous genius hidden in Zuowang Peak!"

After saying this, he ignored the surrounding cultivators who were completely confused and defenseless, and rushed towards Guan Zhen with a golden spear in hand, looking very aggressive.

Guan Zhen was shocked. How could he defeat this man? He wanted to turn around and run away, but he was unwilling to give up his fellow Taoists on Zuowang Peak. Otherwise, his Taoist heart would be lacking, and his future practice would be plagued by inner demons. He was afraid that he would never make any progress in his life!

"Take my spear!"

The pure golden spear tip grew bigger and bigger in his eyes. Guan Zhen controlled the [Purple Yang Sword], but he didn't know whether he should fight like a trapped beast. Despair appeared in his eyes.

when--

The tip of the spear suddenly collided head-on with a small, flawless drop of water. Tang Dong'er, who had a good body training, felt his palms tremble and he could not hold the golden spear in his hand anymore, and it flew out of his hand and flew back!

"puff!"

Tang Dong'er spat out a mouthful of blood, her expression horrified. The collision had actually injured her beast-like formidable physique...

A slender and powerful hand with a white jade luster patted Guan Zhen's shoulder. Guan Zhen turned around and saw that it was the Taoist Xuan Jing, who had a strong background but extremely mediocre fighting ability.

Jing Yu said in a deep voice, "What are you still standing there for? The fall of Zuowang Peak is inevitable now. Why don't you just use the [Jitu Dundi Flag] and run for your life..."

After all, they were colleagues who had fought side by side for more than a year. Those cultivators who were bewildered by delusions were almost hopeless, so Jing Yu naturally wouldn't care. But Guan Zhen treated him well and had helped him a lot on the battlefield over the past year. He really couldn't bear to see this talented swordsman die here, so he lent a hand.

Before Guan Zhen could reply, Jing Yu's eye twitched. At the moment when he used [One Yuan Heavy Water] to hit Tang Dong'er's golden spear, knocking it away and causing it to spit blood, the mysterious mirror in his dantian detected the fluctuation of the aura of the golden elixir guard hidden not far away, and it seemed that it was about to step forward to help.

"It's a plague..."

Jing Yu gritted his teeth secretly, "She just spit out a mouthful of blood, and she lost her temper! If I really beat this witch seriously, I'm afraid this Jindan cultivator will kill me in an instant, regardless of his status!"

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing, are you...are you the backup plan that Master Yuehua has hidden in Zuowang Peak?"

It must be said that Guan Zhen was very good at association. He almost immediately came up with a logically consistent story in his mind. He whispered:

"If you join forces with me, can we defeat or even kill this man? If he doesn't die, I'm afraid that my fellow Taoists on Zuowang Peak will have a hard time dealing with him today!"

Jing Yu smiled bitterly in his heart: "Whether I kill this man or not, the Jindan cultivator behind him is eyeing him covetously. Today, all the cultivators in Zuowang Peak will have no chance of dealing with him..."

He couldn't say this to Guan Zhen directly, so he just shook his head.

Tang Dong'er finally caught her breath and stared at Jing Yu with a look of surprise: "Who are you?"

Jing Yu didn't want to waste time talking to her and wanted to use the Ku Du Xuan Guang Earth Escape Technique to run away, but suddenly he felt something in his heart and turned to look in the direction of the Hou Tu Sect's mountain gate.

At this time, the most majestic and towering mountain of Houtu Sect, [Wofu Mountain], suddenly shone brightly, and a golden shadow of a cultivator's elixir appeared on the top of the mountain. The elixir suddenly broke open like an eggshell, and the shadow of a baby without eyes, ears, nose, or mouth appeared from it!