Mysterious mirror hanging high

Seeing this scene, Yuwen Baoge laughed softly: "Ha, ha ha ha..."

"It's the other way around!"

After all, Lai Gou had practiced boxing and kicking for a few days, so he regained the initiative, picked up the rusty knife that fell on the ground, and made a gesture to kill Yuwen Baoge here.

Yuwen Baoge looked at the silent body of Old Li beside him. Now that disaster was imminent, he felt inexplicably relaxed and his mood became much calmer. He looked at the blade of the rusty knife that was getting closer and closer, and slowly closed his eyes.

boom!

At this moment, a huge hole suddenly appeared on the roof of the City God Temple, and the skylight poured down, filling the entire City God Temple with bright light.

The beggars who were still staying in the City God Temple suddenly found that they could not move. The strongest among them, Leggy Dog, maintained his original posture of holding the rusty knife and chopping down. The blade was only a few inches away from Yuwen Baoge, but he could not chop it down.

An incomprehensible look of fear appeared on the mangy dog's face. He looked at Yuwen Baoge, who was closing his eyes and waiting to die, and was shrouded in bright light, as if he was looking at a monster.

A handsome young man in a gray robe fell from the sky through the crack in the roof of the City God Temple, with a hint of regret on his face.

"Alas... no matter how hard I try, I'm still a step behind." Jing Yu sighed secretly in his heart.

Yesterday, he entered the immortal energy and used the Xuan mirror to search for Yuwen Baoge's whereabouts, but he could only watch the True Lord Baoge suffer in vain. In the end, he used countless means and various divination techniques to calculate the direction. Relying on the faint causal connection between him and Yuwen Baoge, and the general speculation of the surrounding environment in the Xuan mirror, he finally found the person.

"grown ups!"

Jing Yu bowed and said solemnly, "The Xuanjing has produced the [Xuanyuan Yuhuatian], and after hearing that you are in trouble in Yunchuan, I came here to find you..."

Yuwen Baoge opened his eyes, looked at Jing Yu, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Transfer the magic power to me..."

When Qiu Dongxuan banned Yuwen Baoge's cultivation, Jing Yu saw it clearly through the mysterious mirror, but he still pretended not to know. He was stunned and did as he was told.

His fingertips touched Yuwen Baoge's brow, and the spiritual power of the late Jindan stage wrapped in a light golden halo flowed into his meridians.

The dormant Nascent Soul broke free from the seal like a hungry chick. The beams and pillars of the City God Temple suddenly creaked under the heavy weight, and the tiles jumped up half an inch under the invisible pressure.

The mangy dog's eyes moved with difficulty, and he looked in horror at Yuwen Baoge in front of him, who was surrounded by golden light.

Yuwen Baoge's dislocated wrist automatically reset itself, and the restrictions planted by Qiu Dongxuan in his dantian broke apart bit by bit. The [opportunity] he left for Yuwen Baoge instantly broke through the shackles, causing the three-inch Dharma image of his Nascent Soul to expand rapidly to seven inches.

The middle stage of Nascent Soul!

Yuwen Baoge stepped on the mangy dog's spine, picked up the rusty knife, and used the tip of the knife to pry open the skin on the back of his neck. As the mangy dog ​​howled, Yuwen Baoge suddenly inserted the blade into it and twisted it hard.

An almost transparent soul rose from the top of the mangy dog's head. Yuwen Baoge pulled the storage bag from the waist of the mangy dog's body, took out a small black banner from the storage bag, and collected the soul in it.

The pressure from the middle Nascent Soul stage was like a mountain collapsing. The beggars fell to their knees with blood oozing from their mouths and noses, and the cracks in the blue bricks spread like spider webs to the base of the wall.

The remaining beggars were so frightened that they were pissing and shitting. Suddenly, a pockmarked man pointed at Old Li's body and screamed, "It was the mangy dog ​​who made us do this! He said the old guy was hiding..."

A golden light flashed by, and the pockmarked man's tongue fell into the incense burner with blood.

Yuwen Baoge walked up to Old Li as if no one was around, and carefully buried the thin and withered body. He then picked up the two pancakes that had fallen on the ground, and even collected every sesame seed that had been scattered by Yuwen Baoge with his magic power.

Then he turned to Jing Yu and said, "Xuan Jing, please go out and wait for a while. I still have things to do."

Jing Yu sighed softly, having already guessed what Yuwen Baoge was going to do. Upon hearing this, he just bowed and retreated outside the City God Temple. With a wave of his sleeves, he immediately added a temporary concealment formation for the temple.

The temple was filled with blood, and bursts of wailing could be heard from time to time.

After a while, Yuwen Baoge walked out of the temple with a calm expression. Without even looking back, he threw a fire bomb into the temple behind him.

The fire broke out in an instant.

He listened to the crisp sound of tiles exploding in the high temperature. The blood-soaked copper coins and beggars' bodies now showed vague outlines in the real fire, and then disappeared in an instant.

Yuwen Baoge never looked back.

The entire temple began to tilt, and the burning plaque fell with a loud bang. The four large gilded characters "Honor the Good and Punish the Evil" shattered at his feet. Yuwen Baoge raised his foot and ran over the fragments of the character "Evil", leaving a scorch mark on the sole of his blue cloth shoe.

Jing Yu stared at Yuwen Baoge's shadow, which was elongated by the firelight.

The shadow leaped and changed with the flames, sometimes looking like a Taoist holding a sword, sometimes like a compassionate Buddha, and finally fixed into a silhouette printed on the broken wall - thin and straight.

"He is a little different from before..." Jing Yu said secretly in his heart.

Yuwen Baoge raised his head, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and put his hand on Jing Yu's shoulder.

"Someone's coming... Let's go."

The void shook, and the figures of Jing Yu and Yuwen Baoge disappeared from their original places.

The next moment, the sky above the ruins shrouded in smoke was suddenly stained with ink, as if someone had overturned an inkstone on the sky.

A purple-gold Taoist robe with a dark cloud pattern pierced the void. The wide sleeves of the person coming in billowed like clouds hanging from the sky. The Tai Chi mark on his chest was actually a living creature transformed from a pair of yin and yang fish, which was now breathing out wisps of purple air.

The person who came was [True Lord Suying] Xiao Guanying!

This Great True Lord in the late Nascent Soul stage looked down at the burning City God Temple below, a thoughtful expression on his face:

"It's the True Fire of the Nascent Soul Stage... Qiu Dongxuan is nearby, and there's actually a Nascent Soul True Lord who dares to show up in the world?"

He was originally staying in Xiaoyao Fairy City temporarily to handle the government affairs of the three regions. Suddenly, he felt that an opportunity seemed to have come, so he escaped from the void and came here. Unexpectedly, he seemed to be one step too late.

A faint sense of regret lingered in his heart, and Xiao Guanying vaguely felt that he seemed to have missed something important.

"Interesting... What kind of opportunity could make me feel regretful?"

Xiao Guanying was thinking, but he saw that the void around him was blocked. An old man with long hair and wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe suddenly appeared in front of him, staring at him and laughing.

"Qiu Dongxuan..."

However, when Xiao Guanying saw this crazy God-Transforming Heavenly Monarch, he did not seem nervous at all. Instead, he smiled at him:

"It's Elder Qiu. I haven't seen you for a thousand years. How are you?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Qiu Dongxuan's eyes. He looked at Xiao Guanying in front of him, and it seemed that some memories came to his mind.

Before Qiu Dongxuan could reply, Xiao Guanying suddenly said in a deep voice, "Elder Qiu..."

"Do you want to ascend?"