Mysterious mirror hanging high

The [scapegoat] was originally scratching his head anxiously because he had lost the head in his hand. He was circling around the ashes. Suddenly, he saw Song Qingya appear and danced with excitement.

Song Qingya glanced at the [scapegoat], made a sword gesture, and poked the ghost's chest with the "fire stick" in his hand. The next moment, a deep crack appeared behind the [scapegoat] and sucked it in.

Then Song Qingya made a hand gesture, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something in a low voice. Not long after, a skinny, black-skinned little ghost with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks fell from the void.

The little ghost held a glittering golden key in his mouth. He dropped it to the ground with a look of panic. He bowed respectfully to Song Qingya, then took the key in his hand and gently inserted it into the wall at the base of the hall...

An imperceptible low sound came from the base of the wall of the hall, and a secret passage slowly appeared in front of Song Qingya. This secret passage seemed to have no spiritual fluctuations, but instead looked more like a mechanism in the mortal world. No wonder no one noticed it.

Song Qingya walked into the secret passage, and the entrance slowly closed, leaving no trace of it.

He ignored the closed entrance and walked slowly. After passing through a long corridor, he finally arrived at a spacious underground palace with dim candlelight.

This underground palace has pillars on all four sides, and various broken fragments of magical instruments are scattered randomly on the ground. There are even many pieces of wood and iron that are still full of spirituality. I am afraid that their predecessors were only first-level magical weapons.

Song Qingya didn't even look at the junk. He raised his eyes to look at the platform where the underground palace was located. At this time, there was a throne made of bones embedded in the platform, which looked eerie.

There was a person sitting on the throne, wearing an orange robe, with a tall and handsome figure. Judging from his skeleton, he should be a man. He lowered his head, and his long hair covered his face tightly. The back of his exposed hand was an abnormal blue-gray color, just hanging on the handle of the throne.

On the steps below the platform, there were two bodies lying diagonally, a man and a woman.

The woman's body was cut in half, and a magic sword with a dim light was placed beside her, which had already been broken into two pieces.

The man was a middle-aged man with an extremely ugly face. Blood was coming out of all his orifices. Now the blood had dried up and turned dark black. It was obvious that he died from his internal organs being shattered.

Song Qingya looked at the two corpses and sighed softly: "Zhang Ning, Song Wangshan..."

After casually collecting the two golden elixir remains, the young swordsman, who was only in the middle stage of foundation building, looked up at the green-skinned man sitting on the throne with his head down, and a look of emotion flashed in his eyes.

As if sensing the presence of a stranger, the man on the throne raised his head. He had a handsome face with gentle features, and looked like a gentleman in every way. However, his complexion was an abnormal bluish-gray color, especially his eyes, which had no pupils, only whites.

boom!

The green-skinned man stared at Song Qingya intently, then suddenly let out a long roar towards the sky. A huge spiritual pressure far beyond the Jindan realm emanated from him. Then the man stood up from the throne and suddenly pounced towards Song Qingya...

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Jing Yu flew across the sky with a gray light, followed by several lights of different colors. They were Wang Xieqing and his subordinates.

In fact, with Jing Yu's current escape speed, not to mention Wang Xieqing, even the wind and thunder system cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, who are good at escape speed, cannot catch up with him even if they fly at full speed.

But he was afraid that Wang Xieqing would just give up on him, so he moved slowly, using only 60% to 70% of his speed, and even had the leisure to turn around and look...

Looking up, he saw Wang Xieqing staring at him from the brightest ray of light behind him, with a murderous look on his face, as if he wanted to eat him alive! Jing Yu realized that he had been overthinking it. If he didn't hand over the Wang family's remains, Wang Xieqing would probably chase him until the end of time!

"How can a mere son-in-law of the Song family possess such powerful magical powers! He flew at full speed for nearly half an hour, and his speed showed no signs of slowing down at all!"

The more Wang Xieqing chased, the more frightened he became. After all, he was a direct descendant of a noble family who was in the late stage of foundation building, and his magic power was still sufficient. The four clansmen behind him, two of whom were also in the late stage of foundation building were still better off, but the remaining two who were in the middle stage of foundation building already had some signs of poor magic power circulation, and it was obvious that they could not hold on for too long!

As for those casual cultivators with shallow foundations who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, they had long been left behind...

Just when Wang Xieqing was about to ignite his blood essence and force himself to speed up his escape so as to leave Jing Yu behind, the gray light in front of him suddenly disappeared. The man who had been running away actually stopped, folded his arms, and stared at him with interest.

"Great! Finally my magic power is running out!" Wang Xieqing was overjoyed. He also dispersed the light of escape and waved his robe sleeves. Several palm-sized silver beetles flew out from them. Their sharp jaws flashed with deadly silver light. It was obvious that Wang Xieqing had used his best tricks to deal with Jing Yu.

The four members of the Wang family under his command immediately occupied four positions and surrounded Jing Yu tightly in the center, obviously not giving him any chance to escape.

"Mr. Ye! Hand over the remains of my master, give up resistance, and let me plant the poisonous insect in you. I can spare your life and make you serve the Wang family..."

Wang Xieqing sneered, "Otherwise, I will make sure you die today..."

Jing Yu wore a nonchalant expression as he mentally counted, "One late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, two ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and two ordinary mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators... This lineup is not bad. It's barely enough for my final, important battle before Core Formation!"

He looked around, feeling somewhat disappointed. "It's a shame those wandering cultivators were too slow to escape, and were completely thrown off. Such a wonderful battle, but no one was watching... What a shame."

Wang Xieqing saw that Jing Yu didn't seem to take his words to heart at all, and he was already very unhappy. He gritted his teeth and said:

"You're clearly terrified, yet you're trying to act calm and collected. I've seen you try to act calm and collected many times..."

rustling...

"What is this sound..."

Wang Xieqing was slightly stunned.

The next moment, he discovered that the gray-robed young man in front of him was surrounded by magical power, and endless water-based sword energy scattered from his body like feathers, covering the sky and the sun in an instant!

[Tianchou Divination Sword Scripture].

[Questioning the Mirror to Observe Fate Method] is of extremely high status, suspected to be an incomplete technique of Dao Zun level. The magic power cultivated is particularly strong and tenacious. Because Jing Yu realized the way of fate, he experienced several essential improvements and reached the late stage of foundation building. When it comes to the duration of magic power, no one in the foundation building stage can match him.

Originally, the [Heavenly Scheme Divination Sword Art] was a sword art that emphasized calculation and anticipating enemy moves. The amount of concentrated mana and sword energy was limited, so careful calculation was required. But now, the sword energy surrounding Jing Yu was already overwhelming, so why would he need to calculate? He could simply calculate the enemy's position and attack them head-on!