Mysterious mirror hanging high

Sword cultivators use the magic power in their dantian to nourish their own magic swords. Most of them are flying swords with a blade on top and a handle on the bottom. Sword pills are not common.

This is because although this sword ball is more flexible to control than a flying sword, it is slightly lacking in power and is more difficult to manipulate, so naturally few sword practitioners are interested in it.

As for why, with the same material and the same level of craftsmanship, a flying sword with a different "sword shape" would be more powerful, no one knew...

"Okay, we've met, so get out of here." Chu Jingsheng said impatiently.

"Insanity!"

The great master of the Blood Talisman Sect suddenly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and six talismans filled with blood energy instantly appeared around him. Looking at the pure blood energy on these blood talismans, it didn't seem to be made from ordinary demon blood. Instead, it looked a bit like the blood talismans that this person had nurtured with his own essence and blood!

brush--

Chu Jingsheng sighed, and the sword ball in his palm suddenly turned into a sword light, jumped out of his palm, spun around in the air, broke all six blood talismans, and finally hovered at the center of the eyebrows of the blood talisman cultivator.

The sharp sword intent emitted by the sword ball cut the skin on the Blood Talisman Dao monk's forehead, causing blood to ooze out. A mixture of blood and sweat slowly flowed down from the monk's forehead and hung at his chin, about to fall.

"receive--"

The sword ball that was originally hovering returned to Chu Jingsheng's palm with a "whoosh" sound and was swallowed into his stomach by him.

He raised his eyes to look at the Blood Talisman Daoist monk who still dared not move, his expression became more impatient, and he subconsciously made a "tsk" sound.

The Blood Talisman Daoist finally woke up from his dream, walked off the stage with a dull expression, and disappeared into the seat where the Blood Talisman Daoist was located. He seemed to have cast a [Hidden Talisman] on himself, and his figure completely disappeared...

"What a fast sword!"

Jing Yu's expression became unusually serious, and he thought to himself, "If it were thirty-five years ago, I might not have been a match for this guy..."

Chu Jingsheng's sword-ball technique should not be underestimated. It is hard to say who will win or lose in the fight with Taoist Jingxu and Xuanweizi. But in Jing Yu's opinion, Chu Jingsheng is the biggest threat among the three.

After all, he has many methods and long magic power, and he is not afraid of a long battle. As long as he delays it a little, the two Taoists will be trapped in a magic power competition with him. The domineering power of the flawless golden elixir to consume the magic power of other species, plus the resilience of the magic power cultivated by the [Questioning the Mirror to Observe Fate Method], are enough to drag them down.

But sword cultivators like Chu Jingsheng, on the other hand, take the path of forging ahead with all their might, and victory or defeat is often decided in a split second, it's either you die or I die... Even if Jing Yu wins, he will still suffer some injuries.

"Forget it. There are five seats in total for this [Penglai Meeting]. Why should I make things difficult for these people..." Jing Yu shook his head and looked at the last stone seat guarded by two ordinary cultivators.

At this time, Taoist Jingxu, Xuanweizi, and Chu Jingsheng each occupied a seat. These three were apparently the strongest three Jindan cultivators in the entire Penglai Fairyland. It was unlikely that they would be challenged again. Therefore, there were only the last two seats left for the rest of the Penglai geniuses!

However, Jing Yu was still in no hurry. He came to [Penglai Meeting] mainly to get the opportunity to become an immortal in [Xuanyuan Yuhuatian], not to dominate the world forever. There was no need to step on the faces of the major sects in Zhongzhou to defeat all the geniuses. In the end, he could just pick the weakest one to compete for a seat.

Sure enough, the genius of [Yin Huai Dao] [You Gui Dao Ren] could not hold back any longer, he went up to the arena, knocked down one of the ordinary cultivators, and occupied a seat.

Qi Baisheng, sitting at the Zhongyue Peak seat, stole a glance in Jing Yu's direction. Seeing that the Xuanjing Taoist was still leisurely munching on the spiritual fruit in his seat, with no intention of leaving, he secretly sighed, stood up and walked to the arena, ready to take the next seat.

"Senior Brother, could you please move aside for a moment?"

Qi Baisheng flew onto the stage and bowed to the last ordinary cultivator. "Do you think we should fight again?"

The last person was only a late Jindan cultivator with a mid-level elixir level. He was a world apart from Qi Baisheng. How could he not know the outcome? Upon hearing this, he politely returned the greeting, stepped down from the stone seat, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Qi, what are you talking about? I won't humiliate myself... Please take a seat!"

"Thank you, thank you so much..."

Qi Baisheng sat on the stone seat with a smile. Now there was no weakling among the five people on the stone seat. Taoist Jingxu, Xuanweizi and Chu Jingsheng were of course the only ones. Qi Baisheng was also a late-stage cultivator with golden and purple elixir. Only Taoist Yougui of Yinhuai Dao was slightly weaker, but his elixir was of top quality. However, he also had a golden and purple refined corpse passed down from his ancestor, and could be regarded as half a golden and purple genius in the late stage of the golden elixir.

And now, in the entire Nanyue Peak, there are only five golden and purple geniuses who are still sitting idle in the audience. Not to mention the early stage cultivator of [Heyu Dao], who obviously will not be on the stage today. The remaining three are Yan Guiluan of [Xuanyin Pavilion], Xu Baiwei of [Songfeng Pavilion] Xiyue Peak, Dai Kefu of [Mingtu Dao]... and Jing Yu.

"Since the fairies are not in a hurry to go on stage, Dai will go ahead."

Daikov stood up from his seat and rushed onto the ring.

This genius of the [Underworld Dao] looks quite different from the ordinary Penglai people with black hair and black eyes. His pupils and hair are both light brown, and he has a thick beard, which makes him look a bit sloppy. His hands are rough and his skin is bronze, which fits the image of a [Underworld Dao] disciple who cultivates spiritual plants in the fields all year round.

Daikov's eyes darted around, finally settling on the Ghost Taoist of the Yin Huai Dao. He smiled and said, "Brother Ghost Taoist, how about we have a fight?"

The Ghost Taoist sighed and walked down from the stone seat. Now, except for him, the people sitting on the other four seats were all golden and purple geniuses in the late Jindan stage. No wonder Daikov had set his sights on him, a soft persimmon.

"Fellow Daoist, you really know how to pick people..."

The Ghost Taoist flicked his sleeves, and dozens of corpses with different levels of cultivation suddenly appeared around him, floating in the air. Most of them were Foundation Establishment corpses, but they could only be used for harassment. However, there were also two corpses with cultivation reaching the late Golden Core stage, dressed in bright red wedding dresses and groom's robes, who commanded the group of corpses and flew towards Daikov.

"Where did this Ghost Taoist get these two corpses of the late Jindan stage? Why do they seem to be a pair?" Jing Yu asked curiously.

"I have heard about this matter..."

Guan Zhen whispered, "A hundred years ago, two Jindan disciples of a Demon Dao Master in the East China Sea fell in love. They stole many of the Master's treasures, betrayed their master, and secretly married. It's said that they were later captured by the Master, who extracted their souls and refined their spirits. They endured daily torture, but their bodies disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, they were sold to the Yin Huai Dao..."