Mysterious mirror hanging high

Song Qingya sneered, "But if they really come, that would be a really great thing."

"It's just right to solve the problem once and for all."

Song Qingya's tone was extremely arrogant, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident. However, Jing Yu didn't think he was exaggerating at all. He was secretly surprised. "What tricks did he leave in this secret realm?"

The two flew for a few minutes and saw in the distance a group of ruins, as well as a few relatively intact buildings in the ruins.

There were already some scattered cultivators wandering around, rummaging through the various buildings, which made Song Qingya chuckle:

"Everything here was cleared out over eighty years ago. There's nothing valuable left here."

"Let's go to the ancient forbidden area in the main hall."

Just as Song Qingya said, this group of casual cultivators searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time but seemed to have gained nothing. They all looked disappointed and flew towards the main hall complex which was guarded by a large formation.

Before Jing Yu and Song Qingya even landed, lackeys from the Zhang and Wang families hurried into the hall to report:

"The direct descendants of the Song family are here!"

The two entered the hall, only to see Wang Xieqing and his four masked foundation-building followers trying to break the formation, but because they didn't understand the formation, they were scratching their heads in frustration.

Zhang Gengshi, who was accompanied by two maids holding swords, seemed to be much more knowledgeable. He was studying the array patterns painted on the beams and pillars in the hall, trying to find the weak points of this ancient array.

The formation in the main hall is obviously an ancient formation, which has the functions of trapping enemies, concealing and protecting. Although the space inside the hall is not too large, there is heavy fog in the depths, and there is an invisible barrier that prevents people from moving forward, blocking everyone in the front half.

Wang Xieqing was unsuccessful in breaking the formation at this time, and was just feeling a surge of anger with nowhere to vent. When he saw Jing Yu and Song Qingya, his eyes lit up and he grinned:

"Well, you two really dare to come!"

"Brother Wang, don't create unnecessary trouble before finding the remains of the real person." Zhang Gengshi said slowly.

He then turned to look at Jing Yu, frowned slightly, and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Ye, the Zhang and Wang families have each sent two Jindan Zhenren here. Calculating the time, I'm afraid it will take less than an hour. Your Song family can't spare the Jindan combat power now, and only sent you two here. Aren't you throwing your lives in vain?"

"There are many places in this secret realm that are separated from the outside world. My master will find an uninhabited place and kill you secretly. No one will be able to find the loophole. The rules set by the Feng family do not apply here!"

"You'd better leave quickly..."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhang, for the reminder. I will let you go in this secret realm." Jing Yu responded with a smile.

Zhang Gengshi was choked by Jing Yu's words. He simply stopped trying to persuade her and continued to study the formation pattern.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and more and more cultivators gathered in the main hall. Gradually, some independent cultivators who were familiar with formations found the weak points of the ancient formation. They joined forces to attack the weak areas. For a moment, magic weapons, spells and supernatural powers flew together, illuminating the entire hall with colorful lights.

Jing Yu and Song Qingya naturally joined the ranks of attacking the formation. At this time, Song Qingya secretly sent a message to Jing Yu:

"Grandpa, when the formation is broken, some good stuff will come out. I'll grab it first and throw it in your direction. Then you can take the stuff and run away, trying to lead this group of people somewhere else."

Jing Yu's heart moved, knowing that Song Qingya must have his own plans. He had already guessed his identity, and upon hearing this, he just nodded silently to indicate that he knew.

Although the formation here is an ancient formation, it was not originally a place to guard the royal secret treasury. It was just a regular formation in the royal garden. Due to the loss of spiritual power, the formation gradually became malfunctioning. Under the joint attack of a group of foundation-building monks, it was already on the verge of collapse. After a while, an invisible wave came from the hall, and then the fog dissipated. Deep in the hall, the body of a monk was lying quietly.

Although it was obvious that the monk had been dead for decades, the strange thing was that his body was not decayed, which showed that he had achieved a high level of cultivation in his lifetime.

This person died in a miserable way. His lower abdomen was hollow, as if his dantian had been dug out. His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died and could not close his eyes.

There were several storage bags tied to this person's right arm, but they had not been touched by anyone. This made people wonder what the cause of his death was and who the murderer was?

Did the murderer not have time to take away these storage bags, or did he not need them at all?

Wang Xieqing's eyes turned red at this time, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This is my real person..."

It turns out that this person is the Jindan cultivator of the Wang family who died in the Dinggu Secret Realm more than eighty years ago!

Before Wang Xieqing even finished his words, several streaks of light had already flown towards the remains of the real person. Among them, a khaki sword light was the fastest. It turned out that Song Qingya had used his magical power of combining body and sword to arrive in front of the remains of the real person first at a terrifying speed!

"How brave!"

Wang Xieqing was extremely anxious and no longer cared about anything else. He quickly set up his escape light and approached.

Song Qingya seemed to be very proud of himself for being one step ahead of others. He put the remains of the Wang family's real body into a storage bag and said with a smile:

"You stupid stinky bug! Grandpa Qingya will gladly accept this remains. Then, bring enough sincerity to my Song family to exchange for it!"

But before Song Qingya could finish his words, the place where the remains of the real person were originally placed suddenly flashed with light, and several glowing array patterns instantly spread across Song Qingya's feet, triggering countless thunder and fire from the sky and the earth!

"Oh no, it's a killing formation within the formation!" Zhang Gengshi said in a lost voice.

The next moment, a massive amount of lightning and fire completely engulfed Song Qingya. He only had time to use his magic power to release the several storage bags on his waist before his figure was evaporated into tiny ashes by the lightning and fire that was so powerful that it was almost as powerful as the Golden Core Technique...

This sudden change stunned Wang Xieqing. He paused as he was about to step into the killing formation, and a feeling of fear suddenly arose in his heart.

However, he saw those storage bags fell into the hands of Jing Yu, who was already prepared, like a stream of light. He looked at the place where Song Qingya was, who was blown to pieces by the Thunder and Fire Killing Formation, and was speechless.

"What is this? Faking your own death and getting away?"

He naturally didn't believe that Song Qingya died just like that.

Now, the entire main hall was empty except for the ashes of "Song Qingya". Instead, everyone in the hall focused their attention on Jing Yu, who was holding a storage bag.

Jing Yu exchanged glances with the cultivators in the hall, then transformed into a streak of gray light and turned around to run away.

"Thief! Leave behind the remains of my real person!"

Wang Xieqing was very anxious and chased after him with his four men.

There were also some scattered independent cultivators who followed along, ready to take advantage of the opportunity. However, most of the independent cultivators and Zhang Gengshi did not catch up. Instead, they shook their heads and whispered:

"There are two more remains of real people, they must be in other halls..."

When the place was empty, a headless ghost suddenly emerged from the original "ashes".

The ghost was holding up its own "head", which was burning fiercely until it was burned clean.

【scapegoat】.

Just after the head of this [scapegoat] completely disappeared, a figure slowly emerged from the void. It was Song Qingya holding a stone magic sword!