Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu played with a few life beads for a while, staring at the extra [Sword Control] life pattern in the pool, thoughtfully:

"The slots in the [Chanxuan Fate Plate] cannot be used to slot in a fate with the same name. These extra fate beads may have other uses... perhaps they can be a starting point for constructing a cultivation technique."

Currently, Jing Yu is determined to go into seclusion and has no need to fight. He simply adds three auxiliary fate grids to the [Chanxuan Fate Plate], one of which is [Talented Intelligence]. At this moment, a flash of inspiration comes to him, and he can't wait to enter the seclusion room to comprehend the skills.

During Jing Yu's retreat, since Qiu Dongxuan no longer harmed the Yuanying True Lord, the non-earth True Lords of Penglai Fairyland gradually came out to move around. In addition, the Tiannan Demon Sect was also digesting the three occupied domains and stopped moving north for a while. Penglai Fairyland actually entered a rare period of peace.

Cultivation is always boring, but with the presence of Guan Lingxiao, Jing Yu actually got some different kind of fun in the process of teaching his disciples. Watching his disciples' cultivation level rising step by step, he even had a feeling of playing a game in his previous life to develop a character.

In this way, the seasons changed, and seventy-eight years passed in a flash.

[Year 820 of the Changsheng calendar].

"drink!"

At the foot of Dipan Peak, a purple-robed monk was fighting with a golden-haired demon ape.

But suddenly, a green light flowed from the sleeves of the purple-robed monk, and it turned out to be several spirit seeds condensed from true essence falling down.

Every spiritual seed mutated as it fell to the ground. Countless vines broke through the soil, and the dark red thorns on the vines looked eerie and sinister - they were clearly the [Nine Nether Yin Spirit Vine] unique to the Netherworld Dao.

The golden-haired demon ape Zhao Yuankong swept through thousands of troops with the iron stick in his hand, and the rocks were crushed into powder wherever the stick passed.

The demon ape's eyes glowed red, and the golden hairs on its body stood up like steel needles. Its exposed arms were muscular, and golden Taoist characters appeared on every inch of its skin - this was a sign of successful body refining.

However, the vine was like a cancer attached to the bone. The moment it was cut off, new shoots sprouted out and soon wrapped around his legs.

The purple-robed monk had already reached the perfection of foundation building, but Zhao Yuankong was only in the middle stage of foundation building. After a fight, he was obviously at a disadvantage and could be suppressed by the purple-robed monk at any time.

Just when the demon ape was in a difficult situation, a bright sword energy fell from the peak and turned into dozens of fine sword energies, which crushed the thorny vines bound on the golden-haired demon ape into pieces, but did not hurt the demon ape at all. It can be seen that the owner of the sword energy has mastered the subtle details to perfection.

After destroying the vines, the tiny sword energies did not slow down and stabbed towards the purple-robed monk as if they had eyes.

The purple-robed monk's face changed, and he quickly raised the magic shield to resist. However, when facing these sword energies, the originally indestructible magic shield seemed to have become a mesh with air leaks on all sides. The sword energies easily penetrated through it, penetrated into the meridians in the purple-robed monk's body, wandered around in his body, and destroyed his foundation.

"what!"

The purple-robed monk felt pain and quickly said, "I am a true disciple of the [Underworld Dao], please show mercy!"

At this moment, a lazy voice slowly sounded:

"Who is this monster that dares to act wildly in front of Xuan Ce Mountain?"

The golden-haired demon ape was overjoyed when he heard the sound. He turned around and looked, and saw a sword light flying down from the peak. The sword light disappeared, and a heroic young man wearing a short robe with black patterns, with a slender figure and holding a wooden sword walked out from it.

The young man seemed to have an eye disease, his eyes covered with a black cloth, but his steps were very steady. He walked slowly in front of the golden-haired demon ape, ignoring the purple-robed monk who was still suffering from the sword energy, and just said with concern:

"Uncle Yuan, are you hurt?"

Zhao Yuankong patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's okay... The demon race's body is tough, and I even forged a skeleton of steel in the Eight Trigrams Furnace. A few vines can't hurt me... It's just that being restrained like this makes me look a little embarrassed."

"My fellow Daoist..." At this time, the purple-robed monk from the Dark Land Dao had already knelt on the ground, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He hurriedly said:

"Quickly withdraw your magical powers!"

The blindfolded young man glanced at the purple-robed monk, and sword energy as thin as cow hair seeped out from his body. Then the blindfolded young man opened his mouth and swallowed it directly into his stomach.

The purple-robed monk finally recovered and slowly stood up. He looked at the blindfolded young man with a look of deep fear in his eyes:

"Could it be that you are Guan Lingxiao, the current number one on the Zhongzhou region's Hidden Dragon Golden List, the Little Sword Immortal known as the one with the sword energy spanning a hundred thousand miles?"

Guan Lingxiao chuckled and asked:

"Who are you? How dare you fight with my disciples on Xuan Ce Sect's territory?"

The purple-robed monk took a deep breath and said, "I am [Dai Sheng], a true disciple of the [Underworld Dao] Foundation Establishment, and I am ranked eighteenth on the [Hidden Dragon Golden List]. I'm here today to deliver an invitation..."

"I don't know where this monkey came from. He refused to let me go up the mountain no matter what. I had no choice but to fight him."

Zhao Yuankong shouted at this time: "Young Master, this is not an old servant's unreasonable behavior. This man is wearing a purple robe and has a faint demonic aura on him. He moves suspiciously and does not look like a good person at all..."

"There are many demonic cultivators from the Southern Demonic Sect sneaking into Zhongzhou these days. I'm afraid this person is a demonic spy from somewhere. Your Excellency is currently in a critical period of seclusion, so I naturally cannot let him go without permission."

Being blamed by the demon ape in front of him, veins popped up on Dai Sheng's face, but in front of Guan Lingxiao, he really didn't dare to lose his temper, so he could only suppress his anger and said:

"Don't you look like a monkey with a strong demonic aura? I thought you were a demonic spy from the Ten Thousand Mountains!"

"Alright!" Guan Lingxiao shouted coldly, "Friend Dai from your sect has come here to quarrel with us, right?"

Dai Sheng snorted coldly, pulled out a gilded calligraphy from his sleeve, and handed it over: "My ancestor formed the [Six-orifice Yuanying] the day before yesterday. The Yuanying Ceremony will be held at the [Underworld Path] Mountain Gate in a month. I hope Master Xuanjing will come and have a meal and a drink."

Guan Lingxiao used his magical power to absorb the letter, and casually put it into his storage bag, saying lightly:

"Master is currently in seclusion and is not in a position to see guests. I will personally pass this invitation on to Master. Fellow Daoist Dai, please return. I will not be keeping you here any longer."

After saying that, he turned around and left without showing any mercy.

Zhao Yuankong glanced at the purple-robed monk provocatively, then put the iron stick on his shoulder and followed Guan Lingxiao up the mountain.

Only Dai Sheng was left at the foot of the mountain gritting his teeth.

Guan Lingxiao and Zhao Yuankong were strolling in the mountains when they saw Zhao Yuankong catching up quickly and grinning:

"Thank you, young master, for rescuing this old slave."

Guan Lingxiao's face was filled with helplessness at this moment. "Uncle Yuan, this man has reached the Perfect Foundation Establishment stage and is a true disciple of the Netherworld Dao. His magical powers are not weak either. Why bother arguing with him? You will be the only one who suffers."