Mysterious mirror hanging high

Zhongzhou, Jiange Mountain Gate

At this time, the entire sky above the Sword Pavilion was almost dyed a thick khaki color. Qiu Dongxuan exuded an unparalleled momentum, holding several dark yellow chains, and continuously swept them towards the Sword Pavilion formation. Under the collision of spiritual power, the entire mountain gate began to shake.

At the same time, the gravity magic power that covered almost a thousand miles oppressed every disciple of the Sword Pavilion. The higher the level of cultivation, the greater the pressure on the Dharma body. From the Nascent Soul to the Qi Training, no cultivator could control the sword light to fly under this gravity field.

Many Sword Pavilion monks have already put up magic shields or sword lights to barely withstand the heavy pressure, and their magic power began to be rapidly consumed.

Some of the weak ones even fell to the ground, their bones making crackling sounds from being unable to bear the heavy weight.

"The formation is about to collapse!" The white-haired swordsman in charge of the formation said sadly, "Where are the several Transformation Spirit Supremes who are on good terms with the Sword Pavilion?"

"They won't come..."

Sword Pavilion Master Lu Boxiu's expression calmed down at this time. He discarded his useless fear and panic and turned to the female sword immortal and said:

"Junior sister, please go and bring Su Xuan, who is still in seclusion, here."

"Uncle Lu, I'm here."

A young cultivator holding a magic sword, wearing a plain white robe, with a handsome face and an arrogant temperament, took one step at a time, with his back straight, standing steadily in front of three sword cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage. Although he was only in the early Nascent Soul stage, his momentum was not inferior to theirs.

Li Suxuan raised his eyebrows: "Qi Tianhua and Kan Qingyin won't come?"

"How dare you call the two Supreme Gods by their names?" Although Lu Boxiu scolded him, he had a smile on his face, and it was obvious that he did not really blame him.

Li Suxuan curled his lips: "I'm almost dead, why bother with all those red tape..."

He chuckled softly and said, "Su Xuan has been practicing with the Supreme for many years, and has met these two Heavenly Monarchs a few times. It's true that the three pavilions of Zhongzhou are of the same blood, and the friendship between the three pavilions' Supremes is also very good, but..."

"After all, he is a Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch. As the saying goes, the will of heaven is unpredictable..."

"This kind of affection is ultimately not as important as the safety of one's own path, and that's understandable."

"It's a pity for my Sword Pavilion disciples..."

The most gifted swordsman in the past thousand years of Sword Pavilion murmured, "What a pity that my Sword Pavilion lineage..."

Li Suxuan raised his head with some difficulty to look at Qiu Dongxuan, who was like a demon god in the sky, and grinned: "Let [Dongxuan Tianjun] know that Li Suxuan of the Sword Pavilion has a sword to refine today..."

"Ask the Lord of Heaven for justice!"

The next moment, Li Suxuan's white robe moved without wind, and countless tiny sharp sword qi seeped out from the pores of his body. The white sword turned into a ball of insubstantial sword light, wrapping up his whole body, lifting his body at an extremely slow speed, and flying slowly to the top of the main peak of Jiange under the pressure of tremendous force, and met eyes with Qiu Dongxuan outside the formation, facing the Heavenly Lord directly!

Qiu Dongxuan looked down at Li Suxuan inside the already dimmed magic circle shield, his eyes slightly dazed.

"Chang Jingsi? How did you become young again?"

"No! You're not..."

"Good talent, good character... Are you Chang Jingsi's disciple or grand-disciple?"

A moment of clarity passed, but Qiu Dongxuan was soon infected by his inner demons again. His eyes turned blood red again, and he said frantically, "Another Divine Transformation Seed... You want to ascend too, right?"

"You deserve to die too!"

Li Suxuan had just forced himself to control the sword light and fly up his body. He finally flew to the top of the mountain. He was already under great pressure. Fine beads of blood were oozing from his body, but his expression remained calm. Instead, he smiled gently.

He suddenly summoned his magical power and spread his voice everywhere:

"Disciples of the Sword Pavilion, listen up!"

"I, a sword cultivator, wield the sword of the azure sky. I can only die standing. When should I crawl on the ground and beg for mercy?"

"Stand up, straighten your back, and raise your sword..."

The white sword light on Li Suxuan's body transformed into a long sword again. He held it tightly in his slender and powerful hand, pointed the tip of the sword at Qiu Dongxuan, and roared:

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

"Look, it's Junior Master!"

The disciples from all the peaks of Jiange looked up at the top of the main peak and saw Li Suxuan pointing his sword at Qiu Dongxuan. For some reason, a surge of strength surged in their hearts. They supported each other to stand up and struggled to draw the magic sword from the scabbard.

"Each Jindan disciple leads a team of foundation-building disciples to form a formation! Form a formation!"

"Qi training disciples, follow me! Supply mana to the sword formation..."

Outside Guan Zhen's cave, Guan Zhen and Yang Wan obviously also heard Li Suxuan's roar. They looked at each other with death in their eyes.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry."

Guan Zhen suddenly said, "If I hadn't become your Taoist partner, perhaps you would still be living a carefree life on the Renpan Peak of Xuan Ce Sect, and wouldn't have encountered this disaster today..."

Yang Wan gently held Guan Zhen's hand and whispered, "Husband, Wan'er doesn't regret it. I just feel sorry for Ling Xiao. He's so young..."

After saying that, he squatted down, pinched Guan Lingxiao's face, looked at his still somewhat confused son, and shed tears silently.

"Mom, why are you crying? Who is that dirty old man in the sky?"

Although Guan Lingxiao was precocious, he was only a five-year-old child after all. He had no cultivation at all. Instead, he was the least affected by Qiu Dongxuan's gravity magic and only felt a little uncomfortable.

"Ling Xiao..."

Yang Wan just shed tears and couldn't say anything. She held Guan Lingxiao's little face in her palms and looked at him, as if she wanted to remember his appearance firmly in her heart.

Guan Zhen also squatted down at this time, patted Guan Lingxiao's tender shoulder, and said softly:

"Ling Xiao, my parents are going out to fight the enemy soon. You must stay in this valley and don't wander around. Do you understand?"

"Dad, where are the enemies? My uncles and aunts on the peak told me that this place is the heart of Zhongzhou, so why are there powerful enemies here?" Guan Lingxiao asked in confusion.

Guan Zhen pursed his lips and pointed at Qiu Dongxuan in the sky.

"Ling Xiao, look at this person carefully and memorize his appearance."

"After your parents leave, you must stand straight in front of the cave. Don't bend your back even slightly. Until the day you die, you must keep your eyes fixed on this person!"

Guan Zhen said sternly, "You are my son, Guan Zhen. Although you haven't yet entered the sect, you are still a member of Jiange. Don't bring shame to Jiange!"

Guan Lingxiao was only five years old, and Guan Zhen was usually a pleasant person. How could he have ever seen such a stern look on his father's face? He couldn't help but feel terrified and almost cried, but the tears welled up in his eyes before he pulled them back and said in a trembling voice:

"Ling Xiao remembers this."

"Good boy...good boy..." Guan Zhen touched the back of his son's head, stood up, and said with determination:

"Wan'er, follow me. Today, we, husband and wife, will teach this Heavenly Lord of Transformation the magical powers of my Sword Pavilion!"