Mysterious mirror hanging high

However, what the three of them faced was endless water-based sword energy. The two cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building had their magic shields torn apart by the endless sword energy almost as soon as they came into contact, and died instantly.

The only cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage only lasted a few breaths before a gray mysterious light mixed in with the sword energy penetrated his shield and instantly shot him into a sieve.

"It's the [Heavenly Divination Sword Scripture]!"

"The direct descendant of the Song family of Xingluo Island..."

Seeing Jing Yu kill three Foundation Establishment cultivators in a single blow, the Tribulation Cultivators, who were waiting at the entrance to the secret realm, knew they had run into a tough opponent. They immediately scattered, fearing that this killing god would target them.

Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave the Xingsha Islands and return to Wanfo Island first, but suddenly he felt a powerful aura emerging from a distance.

buzzing-

A swarm of black insects covered the sky. An old man wearing a Gu insect robe and with murderous intent was flying towards Jing Yu with large swarms of insects.

"Wang Fujia, the ancestor of the Wang family!" Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat: "How come he's here so quickly?"

The Wang family's Poison Dragon Island was far from the Xingsha Islands. Even with the speed of a late Jindan Great Immortal, it would take more than a short time to reach it. The only explanation was that Wang Fujia wasn't in charge of the clan, but happened to be nearby...

"Tsk, the late Jindan stage is a bit troublesome." Jing Yu was just beginning to feel worried when he heard the sound of a zither:

"Zheng——"

slam-la-

The black swarm of insects that originally filled the sky were swept away by the sound of the piano, and fell into the sea in large numbers, and it was obvious that they were dead.

Jing Yu naturally heard the sound of the piano, but he did not feel uncomfortable. It was obvious that the owner of the piano music was not targeting him, but instead restrained his magical powers and poured all the power onto Wang Fujia!

"This zither music is clear and passionate, faintly like the sound of metal. Its beauty lies in its formlessness and intangibility, making it impossible to defend against it!" Jing Yu thought to himself, "What a powerful force, what exquisite control!"

Wang Fujia saw his own poisonous insects falling one after another, and a solemn expression flashed across his face: "[Spirit King Breaking Formation Song]? Gong Zhengyu! Why are you here?"

A young, elegant woman in palace attire slowly emerged, sitting upright on the clouds, a Jiaoweiqin resting between her knees. Her fingers plucked the strings, and she said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you take action?"

"Roar!"

A tiger roar suddenly sounded, and the originally calm bottom of the water suddenly exploded. A black tiger with the cultivation level of Jindan jumped out from it. A black-robed monk was sitting on the back of the black tiger. He threw a copper bowl in his hand and hit Wang Fujia on the back of his head.

when--

Wang Fujia was so frightened that he summoned his own life-saving magic weapon, the [Insect Bag], and used it as a cloth bag to hold the copper bowl. He said in shock and anger, "Black Tiger Bald Donkey? Is Wanfo Temple trying to get involved?"

"Buddha-honored One! This was done by me alone, and has nothing to do with the Wanfo Temple."

Master Black Tiger, whose sneak attack failed, clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Give me back my bowl..."

The copper bowl kept struggling in the bag, and finally it escaped and returned to the hands of Master Black Tiger.

At this time, Wang Fujia was attacked by two great masters in a row. He had already begun to think of retreating. He was about to leave after saying a few harsh words, but he suddenly found that the inspiration here was intermittent. He had been isolated from the world without realizing it!

"Enemy trapping formation!"

Wang Fujia's face changed drastically. He looked carefully and saw that there was an old man with white hair and beard sitting upright on the ceiling of the sky. His cultivation of the golden elixir was as deep as the sea. Who else could it be but Song Jianxu?

At this time, Song Jianxu was presiding over the formation. When his eyes met Wang Fujia's, he couldn't help but smile and said:

"Friend Wang, how are you?"

"Zheng..."

A musical blade swept over, and the Jindan Black Tiger and the ancient monk behind him also used their magic to attack at once, making Wang Fujia, a great Jindan late stage immortal, look embarrassed and unable to do anything.

"Song Jianxu, you've been lying in ambush here just to wait for me!"

Wang Fujia secretly groaned in his heart. In his early years, he and Zhang Qingmang were used as bait to ambush and kill Song Jianxu. Unexpectedly, things change over time. As the law of nature goes, he suffered retribution within a few years.

"puff……"

Wang Fujia was distracted when he was hit in the back by Master Black Tiger's copper bowl. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. For a moment, his magic power stagnated and his magical powers froze. He felt a sense of despair in his heart: "Could it be that I will die here today..."

"Thank you both fellow Taoists for your help today in eliminating a great enemy for my Song family." Song Jianxu, who was in charge of the formation, looked delighted, but the next moment he suddenly frowned and his expression changed.

A green sword beam came from far away, and its aura locked tightly onto Song Jianxu. As the distance shortened, Song Jianxu's pupils shrank, and he saw an old woman with fluttering white hair and a withered face, holding a green magic sword in both hands. It could no longer be considered a stab, but rather a "crash" straight up with a tremendous sword intent!

"This crazy woman!" Song Jianxu was shocked. His combat power was already average among the late Jindan cultivators. How could he dare to go head-to-head with a sword cultivator of the same level like Zhang Qingmang? He dodged quickly.

However, in this way, the enemy-trapping formation covering the Xingsha Islands was left without anyone in charge, and immediately had a flaw. Wang Fujia was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly raised his magic power to suppress the injuries in his body. He sacrificed several rare poisonous insects in succession, and only then did he escape from the formation.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for saving my life!" Wang Fujia breathed a sigh of relief and bowed.

Zhang Qingmang snorted coldly, "How dare you be so reckless... You owe me your life, and you will have to pay it back in the future."

Her cold gaze swept over Gong Zhengyu, who was holding the guqin, the Black Tiger Master who was riding a black tiger, and Song Jianxu, who looked withered and seemed to be on his last legs. She then glanced at the looming bronze gate and said calmly:

"Send a message to the Zhang and Wang families in the secret realm and ask them to evacuate."

Wang Fujia reluctantly sacrificed hundreds of spirit insects, took the Dinggu Secret Realm token, channeled his magic power, opened the bronze door, and sent the spirit insects into the secret realm. He then whispered, "The remains of the noble Zhang Ning and my clan's Gu'er..."

"We'll deal with this later."

Song Jianxu looked Zhang Qingmang and Wang Fujia up and down, his face somewhat unwilling. He communicated with Gong Zhengyu and Master Black Tiger through voice transmission, "Fellow Daoists, are you sure you can keep these two people?"

"Thinking too much."

Master Black Tiger said angrily, "Zhang Qingmang is a late-stage Jindan swordsman. Who's going to hold this crazy woman back? Is it you, a fortune teller with less than twenty years left to live, or Fellow Daoist Gong, the zither player?"

"Could it be me, an ancient monk who lost the support of his followers and nearly fell to the middle stage of the Golden Core?"

Gong Zhengyu pursed his lips and said, "What a pity. Zhang Qingmang arrived too quickly and missed the precious opportunity to kill Wang Fujia. There probably won't be another chance today."

"Never mind. I was just leaving a spare man here. The main purpose is to support Qingya and Yulou..." Song Jianxu said in a deep voice. He turned to look at Jing Yu, but Song Qingya was nowhere to be seen. His heart suddenly jumped. His advanced divination skills instantly gave him a warning...