Mysterious mirror hanging high

The Dharma image transformed by Yunding Tianjun kept attacking Jing Yu in the protective shield, using almost all his means. Unfortunately, even if he broke the shield, the boy in front of him would always continue to consume his spiritual power to condense a new protective shield, leaving Yunding Tianjun helpless in a short period of time.

This made Yunding Tianjun anxious. "I don't know where this kid came from. Not only has his elixir turned golden purple, but his spiritual power is far stronger than that of ordinary cultivators of the same level. It is almost comparable to that of ordinary late Jindan cultivators. He also has a sea of ​​consciousness that continuously replenishes his spiritual power. If I can't destroy him in one fell swoop with the force of thunder, I really can't afford to continue to consume him at this rate..."

At this moment, regret gradually rose in the heart of this three-thousand-year-old Divine Transformation cultivator. "The Nascent Soul cultivator among these three is too powerful in spirit. I am so weak now, it is impossible for me to successfully possess his body, needless to say... Of the two Golden Core cultivators, this one's immortal foundation is far superior to that little monk. I coveted such talent, but I didn't expect to run into such a tough opponent."

"If I had known this, I should have taken over the body of that little monk!"

However, the matter of seizing the body was a matter of no return. Yunding Tianjun had many methods and soon came up with a new way:

"For now, the only solution is to make this guy give up resistance and allow himself to be slaughtered. Only then will there be a glimmer of hope..."

Yunding Tianjun narrowed his eyes and said, "I used the remaining power of my soul to construct an illusion to lure this person into committing suicide. If this person's determination to seek the truth is not strong, he should not be able to resist my illusion!"

After thinking about it, Yunding Tianjun stopped his attack and dispersed his Dharma image. Under Jing Yu's cautious gaze, Yunding Tianjun also sat cross-legged on the surface of the sea of ​​consciousness, clasped his hands together, and sneered: "Enter the dream!"

Jing Yu instantly felt the environment around him suddenly change. At the same time, an unknown force escaped into his soul, which seemed to be a carefully constructed memory.

In this memory, he was the leader of a separatist regime. He was defeated and surrounded. Looking around, he saw that the entire mountain and plain were filled with enemy troops. There were only about a hundred soldiers left on his side, and almost all of them were injured and their armor was incomplete.

At the same time, the surrounding environment was also constructed according to the memory in his mind. Jing Yu looked up and saw the enemy troops all over the mountains. But when he looked again, he found that these enemy troops were just a group of "dummies" constructed by the power of the soul.

"Your Majesty! The sound of Chu people singing is heard everywhere. It seems that all of Chu has fallen into the hands of the enemy!"

A personal guard half-knelt on the ground, crying and bowing to report.

Jing Yu looked down at this person and realized that this was also a mass of constantly flowing spiritual power. He turned his head away with some discomfort and said helplessly:

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Dang clang——

At this moment, another guard's sword fell beside Jing Yu, which was very appropriate. Jing Yu picked up this sword, which was also composed of spiritual power, and felt a little speechless. "You even prepared the tools for me to kill myself, right?"

Of course, Jing Yu could immediately expose the illusion created by Yunding Tianjun at this time, but maintaining such a large illusion would consume a huge amount of his spiritual power. Jing Yu was naturally happy to delay and just played along with him.

At this moment, the guard who had dropped his sword rushed forward, hugged Jing Yu's thigh, and cried, "Your Majesty, this cannot happen! Although Chu has been conquered, we can still break out to the south and cross the Wujiang River. Although Jiangdong is small, it still has hundreds of thousands of people, enough to establish a separatist regime!"

Jing Yu pursed her lips and said quietly, "You're trying to stop me from killing myself, and you're not trying to snatch the sword from me. It's pointless for you to cling to my thigh!"

"Uh..." The guard stopped crying and looked embarrassed, not knowing what to do.

"Go away!"

Jing Yu kicked his guards away. He was not interested in arguing with a bunch of spiritual power. Looking at the enemy troops all over the mountains, he raised his sword and pointed it at the commander's flag: "All soldiers, listen to my orders, follow me!"

So he took the lead, sword in hand, and strode towards the enemy's flag...

"My lord, we should break out to the south! Why are you going north?" The panicked voice of the guards sounded behind him, but the voice was getting farther and farther away and gradually became inaudible.

Jing Yu, sword in hand, leaped into the enemy ranks, slashing and slashing at them, instantly knocking down several of them. The enemy's spears pierced Jing Yu's armor, leaving him unscathed. He thought to himself, "Sure enough, the illusion created by Yunding Tianjun can only induce me to commit suicide. In reality, these spiritual powers can't harm me at all!"

The remnants of the defeated army led by Jing Yu all stared in amazement at their king breaking into the enemy camp and killing everyone. The personal guards stared at the mighty Jing Yu with distorted expressions and gnashed their teeth.

Just when Jing Yu was planning to kill the enemy leader in one go, he suddenly felt the illusion around him change again. The sword in his hand, the armor on his body, and the enemy troops around him all disappeared.

When the surrounding environment solidified, he half-knelt on the ground this time. In front of him, a man dressed in eunuch clothes unfolded an order and muttered something inaudible.

Another memory came into his mind. This time, Jing Yu became the crown prince of a secular dynasty leading troops outside. It was rumored that his father, the emperor, had passed away and the second son ascended the throne. But now, he sent an envoy to read out the will, which wanted to sentence the crown prince to death.

"Your Highness, please leave!"

Dang clang——

A long sword fell in front of Jing Yu, and the eunuch's sinister voice rang out: "Your Highness's body is worth millions of gold, it would be more decent for you to do it yourself."

Jing Yu looked up at the dozen or so swordsmen behind the eunuch, who were fully armored with only their eyes visible, and said slowly, "What if I don't want to be respectable?"

The eunuch smiled and said, "Then someone will help Your Highness to look good..."

Jing Yu suddenly jumped up, picked up the long sword on the ground, and chopped down the eunuch with one blow. Then he rushed towards the dozen or so swordsmen: "Fuck you!"

The eunuch lying in a pool of blood seemed not yet dead. He turned his head to look at Jing Yu with a look of resentment and said coldly, "Restart."

The surrounding scenery changes again.

Another memory came into his mind. This time, Jing Yu had become the king of a fallen country. Now, the foreign tribes outside the Great Wall were eyeing him covetously and stationed their troops at the pass. Meanwhile, the civil uprising army inside the Great Wall, composed of several grassroots heroes, had broken through the imperial capital and forced him to a place called [Coal Hill].

"Your Majesty! The rebel army has completely occupied the imperial capital. We...we have no way out!" A eunuch knelt on the ground and spoke tremblingly.

Jing Yu looked at the dark, crooked tree in front of him, with a white silk hanging from it, and curled his lips: "Good fellow, you won't even leave me a weapon?"

"Your Majesty...we..." The eunuch knelt on the ground, looked at the white silk hanging on the crooked tree, and stared at Jing Yu eagerly. The meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Jing Yu was not in a hurry. He decided to consume more of Yunding Tianjun's spiritual power. He simply turned around and walked to a small pavilion nearby. He sat on a stone bench and hummed a song about the country's demise softly.