Mysterious mirror hanging high

The tiger shark didn't hesitate and opened its mouth to bite the man.

However, at this moment, the golden mark on the gray-robed young man's forehead suddenly shone brightly and cracked, revealing a golden vertical eye, which firmly locked onto the tiger shark with its bloody mouth wide open.

The next moment, a gray and mysterious light burst out and hit the tiger shark's mouth that was expanded to the limit.

boom--

Jing Yu emerged from the sea in a cloud of blood mist, looked around carefully, and saw the vast sea.

Finally, he saw an island a few miles to the west, and quickly used his escape light to fly over.

When I landed on the island, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This island was not small. Jing Yu only took a quick glance with his spiritual sense and knew that this island was at least the size of a small county town in the secular world. There were many uncivilized natives living on it. When these natives saw Jing Yu standing in the air, the braver ones held a few harpoons and yelled at him, while the timid ones were already lying on the ground and kowtowing continuously.

Jing Yu descended from the escaping light and stepped onto the solid ground. Immediately, a group of strong natives surrounded him. Each of them held a simple weapon in their hands and spoke a dialect that Jing Yu could not understand. However, they seemed to be afraid of the flying monster in front of them and did not dare to move forward.

Jing Yu looked around and felt a little disappointed. These natives were all mortals with no trace of cultivation and no physical training. They should be just the natives of this island. It was obviously unrealistic to rely on these people to determine where he was sent to.

Just when Jing Yu was at a loss, a bright light suddenly appeared in the distance. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a huge golden lotus appear in the distance, flying towards the island at an extremely fast speed.

When the golden lotus landed close to him, he could see clearly that there was a fat and big-eared monk sitting on the golden lotus. The monk was only at the seventh level of Qi training, but he was wearing a golden monk's robe. Jing Yu swept his mind over it, but found that the golden monk's robe was not made of some amazing treasure, but was just coated with worldly gold foil.

Looking at the huge golden lotus under the monk's seat, although it can barely be regarded as a low-grade flying magic weapon, it is also mixed with a large amount of worldly gold, which almost eliminates the idea of ​​further nurturing and advancement.

"Where did this poor guy come from!" Jing Yu thought secretly.

The seventh level of Qi training is considered a late stage Qi training cultivator. Even in a small domain like Yunchuan Domain with poor spiritual energy, he can afford to wear a low-grade robe when traveling on weekdays, and his flying magic tool is not so shabby. Although this monk has a high level of cultivation, it can be imagined that his life is not easy.

Sure enough, the fat monk flew over slowly on the golden lotus. When he saw the uncivilized natives on the island, he couldn't help but say with great joy:

“Haven’t you heard that when you’re surrounded by mountains and rivers and think there’s no way out, you’ll find another village when you bend the willows and bloom the flowers?”

"I saw that golden light falling from afar and thought it was some rare treasure that had fallen nearby. I searched around but found nothing. I never expected to find an island with so many natives!"

"After I take in these natives and sell them to those stubborn, old-fashioned idiots at Zongming Temple, I'll earn a few more spirit stones..."

"However, if the abbot knew about this, I'd have to give away a lot of the spirit stones I obtained, so I have to keep it secret..."

The fat monk landed on the ground, put away the golden lotus, and took out a snakeskin bag from his waist that was much larger than a regular storage bag. He pointed the bag opening at several strong natives. Suddenly, a gust of evil wind blew up from the bag opening, sucking the natives into the snakeskin bag.

Jing Yu, who had been observing from the sidelines while concealing his presence, frowned and thought to himself, "So it's a demonic monk... Storage bags can't be used to carry living things. It's an iron rule. If this demonic monk puts these natives in his bag, isn't he endangering their lives?"

Although Jing Yu didn't care much about the lives of these natives, he felt uncomfortable seeing them being killed indiscriminately in front of him. He immediately jumped out and snatched the snakeskin bag from the fat monk's hand.

"Where did you come from?" The fat monk was obviously frightened by the sudden appearance of Jing Yu. He hurriedly took out a golden bowl full of scratches from another storage bag on his waist. It looked like a low-grade magic weapon. How could it be a threat?

Jing Yu slightly released the nameless breath-concealing technique and controlled his spiritual pressure at the sixth level of Qi training.

Seeing that the man before him was not as advanced as himself and was dressed in a gray robe, he did not look like someone with a good background. He could not help but grow bolder, but still asked tentatively, "Which aristocratic family are you from? Or is it a lay disciple from which temple or academy?"

"I am Jin Yunzi, the eldest disciple of Master Jinlian, the abbot of the Niehai Jinlian Temple. Although the natives of this place were discovered by you, the world of immortal cultivation has always been based on the level of cultivation. Since I am a level higher than you, it is natural for me to occupy this place... Please don't force me to take action, so as not to damage the relationship..."

Jing Yu sneered slightly and did not answer, his cultivation level rising steadily.

The seventh level of Qi training, the eighth level of Qi training, the ninth level of Qi training... the early stage of foundation building, the middle stage of foundation building!

The powerful spiritual pressure made Jin Yunzi breathless. The fat monk's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He fell to his knees with a plop, crying and wailing:

"Sir! I am blind and don't recognize Mount Tai. I only beg you to spare my life for the sake of my teacher, Master Jinlian..."

"You evil monk, you came here and killed people without saying a word. You're either trying to practice some secret magic or using the flesh and blood of these natives to make some medicine. I'm a righteous monk after all. How can I spare your life and let you harm others again?"

"This, this..." Jin Yunzi looked up with a bewildered look on his face, and said with a sad face:

"My Lord, where does the evil monk come from?"

"The [Niehai Jinlian Temple] that I belong to is also a well-known righteous sect in this [Niehai]. We have always done many good deeds. How could we dare to use any evil methods!"

"If they dare to commit such an unjust act, there is no need for you to uphold justice. The [Zongming Temple] on Jingkong'an will enforce justice on their behalf!"

"You put these natives into the storage bag, killing people, and you still dare to claim to be righteous?" Jing Yu shook the snakeskin bag in his hand and sneered.

"My lord, you are wronged!"

Jin Yunzi showed an expression of extreme horror: "This bag is not a storage bag, but is called a [Spirit Bag]. It is a degraded version of the [Spirit Beast Bag]. It can only accept mortals with flesh and blood, not cultivators with advanced cultivation or demonic beasts..."

"At this moment, the group of natives are in the soul bag and have not been killed!"

Jing Yu looked doubtful. He weighed the snakeskin bag in his hand, pointed the bag at the ground, and shook it a few times. Sure enough, he shook out a few unharmed natives, who were sitting on the ground with a dazed look on their faces.

“It’s actually a bag that can hold living things!”