Mysterious mirror hanging high

Several great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage exchanged a glance and said almost simultaneously, "Take action!"

Xiao Guanyue, Qi Liyan, True Lord Jueyin, and True Lord Tianheng moved almost at the same time.

The magical light of the four great True Lords' combined attack was so bright that it shone for thousands of miles, enough to make any Yuanying True Lord in the world today look at it with awe!

But faced with such a deadly move, Xiao Guanying was not in a hurry. He rubbed his fingers together, and four light spots as big as soybeans flew out from his fingertips and bounced into the bodies of his four subordinates who were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

He said softly:

"Augmented on the battlefield..."

The next moment, the momentum of the four middle-stage Nascent Soul True Lords continued to rise, and the spiritual pressure around them suddenly soared to the level of the late Nascent Soul.

The four Yuanying True Lords whose realms had skyrocketed roared in unison, and their magic powers intertwined, as if they were one, and blasted a beam of magic light at the four great True Lords of the Penglai righteous side!

boom!

A violent tide of spiritual energy spread from the center of the conflict. The monks with weaker cultivation on the scene quickly scattered, and the aftermath of the clash of magical powers actually divided the entire battlefield into several pieces.

"【Golden Armor】 is here! If you want to hurt the lord, you have to get past me first!" The Yuanying Zhenjun wearing golden armor and holding a long axe laughed and rushed towards Xiao Guanyue.

His armor glowed with brilliant golden light, and the scales on the armor clanged with every step he took. The blade of the mountain-splitting axe in his hand was flowing with pale golden lines. When the axe light fell, the void exploded with tiny golden sharp rays, causing golden ripples on Xiao Guanyue's ramie robe.

"【Silver Armor】...Experience the magical power of the Lord of Zhongyue Peak..." The Silver Armor True Lord stared at the Zhongyue True Lord Qi Liyan.

This person was surrounded by cold mist, and frost was falling from the armor plates condensed from black ice. When he swung the two-meter-long axe in his hand, the sharp blade tore open a ravine of a hundred meters, forcing Qi Liyan, the great True Lord, to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

The counselor holding the ivory tablet smiled faintly at [True Lord Jue Yin] and said, "[Imperial Censor], I have long heard of your excellent pipa playing. Today I would like to appreciate it..."

The last civil servant, holding a celestial globe, addressed the [Master of Juntian Temple], Tianheng Zhenjun: "My Taoist name is [Sitian], and I enjoy studying the changes in the stars... I wonder if you would be willing to part with the [Zhoutian Xingyi Orbit Determining Instrument] in your hands?"

The armillary sphere in the hands of Si Tian Zhenjun spun rapidly, and starlight burst out from the components of the armillary sphere, and a "galaxy" made up of thousands of stars gushed out.

Tian Heng Zhenjun's face darkened, and he shook the [Zhou Tian Xing Yi Orbit Determining Instrument] in his hand, and also summoned a galaxy.

When the two galaxies collided, two completely different star maps suddenly appeared in the night sky. The Big Dipper on both sides drew seven entangled light traces in the void and annihilated each other.

"Everyone, these four people use forbidden secret methods to forcibly improve their cultivation and reach a higher realm... They will definitely not be able to last long! Let's fight quickly and then work together to kill Xiao Guanying!" Tianheng Zhenjun gritted his teeth.

"No, that's not right!"

Xiao Guanyue sensed something was amiss the moment he clashed with [Golden Armor]. "This person's magical power is as condensed and concentrated as ever, a characteristic of a late Nascent Soul cultivator... and his spirit is complete and his energy is abundant. He doesn't seem to be using magical secrets to forcibly increase his cultivation, like someone who's been consuming excessive amounts of energy! He's practically a true late Nascent Soul cultivator! But how is this possible?"

Soon the other three Great True Lords also realized something was wrong. These four people were full of energy and showed no signs of exhaustion at all, and they all felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

These four people had powerful magic power and exquisite skills. They were indeed formidable enemies that the great True Lords had encountered. For a while, they were all entangled in the same place.

At this time, Xiao Guanying, who was not restrained by anyone, tapped his toes lightly and walked towards the battle group in the air on the clouds.

Yang Dingfeng coughed violently several times, nearly crushing the hand warmer in his hand. He gritted his teeth and said, "We can't let Xiao Guanying join forces with any of the late Nascent Soul cultivators! Otherwise, the Great True Lords will surely be defeated one by one... Let's stop him!"

"what?!"

"We fight Suying?"

"You sick bastard, are you serious?" Wu Kaizhi felt a dull pain in the roots of his teeth, and even the drunkenness in his body dissipated a little.

[Hua Zhenjun] Wu Kaizhi originally planned that this time there would be four great Zhenjuns in charge, which would be foolproof. He was just here to support the occasion and bolster the momentum, but he never expected that he would have to face Xiao Guanying directly!

"Bai Wei! Layout!"

With Yang Dingfeng's order, Xu Baiwei threw the chessboard in her hand, and nineteen gullies suddenly appeared in the sky, covering Xiao Guanying.

Xiao Beiyue took out a bamboo slip and wrote the word "困" (trapped) on it with a brush. The ink word flew out and turned into an ink-colored cage, causing Xiao Guanying to suddenly stop in his tracks.

Xiao Guanying smiled slightly and uttered a word softly:

"Disperse."

In an instant, the inky cage turned into a pool of ink, and the chessboard shadow above the sky was also dispersed by a shout.

"The holy words govern the laws, and the laws follow the words... This is the most proud Confucian magical power of Songfeng Pavilion!" Xiao Beiyue said gritting his teeth.

Wu Kaizhi unfolded a scroll, and out of it flew a sword-fairy figure with an extraordinary appearance and holding a jade-colored sword. Jing Yu widened his eyes and found that this person was 80% similar to Nangong Fuhua!

Xiao Guanying took a closer look and laughed, "I've heard that [True Master Hua] has a brilliant brush, and seeing it today is truly extraordinary... It's a pity that this [Portrait of Fu Hua Sword Immortal] only captures the form, not the spirit... If the real Fu Hua Sword Immortal were here, I'd still be a little apprehensive, but now... hehe."

When Wu Kaizhi heard the comment that "it only captured the form but not the spirit", he almost got angry and poured his magic power into the scroll without regard for the cost. The "Fuhua Sword Immortal Statue" holding the Yuqing Sword let out a clear whistle and swept over with the sword.

But Xiao Guanying grasped the ceremonial long sword at his waist, and the blade suddenly came out of the sheath. A magnificent sword energy gushed out, crushing the shadow of Nangong Fuhua into pieces.

The scroll in Wu Kaizhi's hand also tore apart. He threw away the fragments of canvas as if they were burned, muttering, "Is this the method of the Sword Immortal?"

After the sword energy shredded the portrait, its remaining force did not diminish and it went straight to Wu Kaizhi. However, he saw the white jade ruler in the arms of the white-browed Taoist Jingxu emitting precious light. Suddenly, the heaven and earth became peaceful, the spiritual atmosphere changed, and the sword energy showed signs of instability.

A gray mysterious light swept across and finally eliminated the sword energy. It was Jing Yu who supported it from afar with [Ku Du Xuan Guang].

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood and essence spurted out, and Taoist Jingxu's face turned pale, his expression unsightly. "After all, it's the sword energy of the late Nascent Soul stage. It's a bit difficult to disturb the spirit with the body of the early Nascent Soul stage..."

"Not bad... He is worthy of being the most talented disciple of [Juntian Temple] in ten thousand years." Xiao Guanying was not stingy with praise and nodded in affirmation:

"It's a pity that this magical tool for regulating spiritual energy is still not mature enough and needs to be nurtured and polished..."

Before he finished speaking, a platinum arrow broke through the air and shot towards the back of Xiao Guanying's head. It turned out to be Qi Baisheng's sudden sneak attack.

But it seemed as if Xiao Guanying had eyes on the back of his head. A bloody arm grew out from his shoulder blade and grasped the platinum arrow. Its tail feathers were still trembling.