Mysterious mirror hanging high

Yuwen Xiaojin smiled gently: "If our cultivation levels were reversed, I would also let you escape alone."

After hearing this, Wan Lingjun's already weak breath became even more disordered, and he even spat out another mouthful of blood. It was obvious that his mood was not as calm as he seemed on the surface.

"You're about to die, and you're still flirting!"

Huangfu Yanjun smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiaojin truly has deep feelings for this little girl. Unfortunately, she has already cultivated the Way of Ruthlessness to a very high level, and may not appreciate your kindness."

Yuwen Xiaojin spoke with difficulty, "I urge True Lord Yanjun not to make mistakes... I have already used my secret technique to contact our ancestor, True Lord Baoge. He is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and is an expert in combat. If a fight breaks out, even if True Lord is a sword cultivator, he will be in trouble."

"Hey! Fellow Daoist Xiao Jin, there's no need to lie to me. This place has been turned upside down by my magic sword. My spiritual power has been in chaos for a long time. How can I send out any spiritual talisman for communication? It's better to surrender obediently!"

He thought to himself, "The [Six-Line Star Palace] is a great opportunity that only comes once in a thousand years. I absolutely cannot miss this opportunity... Even if it means risking offending the Yuwen family and killing Yuwen Xiaojin here, I must get the [Six-Line Star Palace Order]!"

"What a shame, what a shame! If the three Yuanying cultivators of my Huangfu family were here together, wouldn't this small formation be broken instantly? But if Patriarch Fenhai and my father were here, I wouldn't have a chance to obtain the [Six-Line Star Palace Order]."

When Huangfu Yanjun thought of this, a ruthless look flashed across his tiny Nascent Soul's face. "This lord has become a four-orifice Nascent Soul, so I can't use the Five Elements Law to achieve Divination. It's rumored that there's an immortal inheritance in the [Six Yao Star Palace], and perhaps there's a method to stabilize Divination with the Four Laws... Even if it means slaying everyone in the world, this lord will continue on the path to Divination!"

Thinking of this, Huangfu Yanjun's fire essence flowed into the magic sword, and the red color became stronger, even the space around him seemed to be burning and melting.

Just as he was preparing to prepare a killing move and was about to complete the sword strike, he suddenly heard a faint celestial sound, like the sound of stringed instruments.

"Ok?"

Yuanying Zhenjun's spiritual perception is amazing, but Huangfu Yanjun has no ears, so he is actually using his spiritual thoughts to "listen". It is inevitable that he is not as sensitive as Yuanying Zhenjun who has opened his ears. He reacts a little bit late and turns his head away with some confusion.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the originally clear and sunny weather was suddenly replaced by a drizzle, which extinguished the flames around.

Along with the raindrops, a misty figure came from afar, stepping on the waves, chanting:

"The mysterious mirror hangs high, reflecting the past and present, while the yin and yang lines unfold the mysteries of heaven."

"A stroke of the brush can determine the situation of mountains and rivers, and a snap of the fingers can dispel the dust of catastrophe."

"The golden body has survived the tribulations of the mortal world, and the jade bones still retain the spirit of the great Dao."

"Holding the mirror, I have realized the profound method. I do not seek immortality, but only to improve my life."

……

"who is it?"

Huangfu Yanjun shuddered, retracted the red magic sword, and swirled it around him. He looked at the blurry figure in the drizzling rain, as if facing a great enemy, and was secretly frightened:

"This person was so close, why didn't my spiritual sense give me any warning? If he had attacked me just now, wouldn't I have been injured?"

"Great! It's the Yuanying Zhenjun passing by. We are saved!"

A hint of joy flashed across Yuwen Xiaojin's eyes, but it immediately turned into astonishment:

"Wait, you are...Xuan Jing? You have formed a fetus!"

"How is the battle on Reach?"

Jing Yu strolled to the front of the deserted island formation and said something that perhaps only Yuanji in the entire Xianzhou world could understand. He wondered in his heart:

"From what remote secret realm were these two released? I became famous three years ago when I achieved the Nine Apertures, so how come they are completely unaware of this?"

At this moment, a flash of shock flashed across Wan Lingjun's originally calm eyes, and he blurted out, "Xuan Jing...you..."

"Now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Let me get rid of the villains in front of me and then we can talk." Jing Yu nodded with a smile and said casually.

"it is good!"

Yuwen Xiaojin's spirits lifted, and he was about to go out to help, but he was stopped by the startled Jing Yu:

"Don't! Brother Xiao Jin, just stay in the formation. I am enough to deal with a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator."

"what?!"

Anger flashed across Huangfu Yanjun's Nascent Soul Dharma Image's face, and fire spurted out of his eyes.

"Insanity!"

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing, I admit that you have achieved the Nine Apertures in your Nascent Soul, making you a rare genius in this world. However, the Nine Apertures Nascent Soul only represents the potential for the subsequent path. It cannot be relied upon to widen the gap in combat power in the early stages of the Nascent Soul..."

"I am a pure sword cultivator, and my natural killing power surpasses that of cultivators of the same realm... How dare you speak so arrogantly? Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away?"

"Besides..."

Huangfu Yanjun's eyes flickered slightly. "What hatred is there between you and me? Why would you tear your face with my Huangfu family just for two old acquaintances..."

Jing Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and said in amazement:

"I see."

"So... you don't know the cause and effect between you and me..."

Looking at Huangfu Yanjun's puzzled eyes, Jing Yu suddenly laughed at himself, "Back then, you pressed your sword against the sky, intending to go on a killing spree in Xiaoyao Immortal City, forcing me to almost use my life preserver... It was a fateful revenge, but you, the instigator, have completely forgotten this debt."

"This kind of revenge inevitably lacks a lot of satisfaction."

Huangfu Yanjun's expression turned cold. "Humph, it seems that Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing has made up his mind to fight me today?"

"Then the sword has no eyes. Let's see how many of my swords you, the world-renowned Nine Apertures True Lord, can withstand!"

Jing Yu shook his head and laughed: "Huangfu Yanjun, I think you are the one with the big tone..."

"When I was building my foundation, you were in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. When I was forming my Golden Core, you were also in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Now that I have formed the Nascent Soul, you are still in the early stage of the Nascent Soul..."

"After three or four hundred years of cultivation without any progress, he can only bully lower-level cultivators by jumping over higher realms."

"How dare you, youngster, bark!"

Huangfu Yanjun was furious and took the first step, raising his scarlet magic sword and rushing forward with billowing waves of fire!

But Jing Yu was not in a hurry. He slightly bent his fingers and ejected a [One Yuan Heavy Water], which hit the tip of the red magic sword.

"This heavy water magic again?"

Huangfu Yanjun sneered, "You're a newly promoted Nascent Soul after all, so your foundation is lacking. I heard you used this Heavy Water Divine Art when you were in the Golden Core Stage, and now you're still using the same old tricks... How many Golden Core Stage magical skills can keep up with the Nascent Soul Stage? You've really run out of tricks."

Seeing that he was not afraid at all, he planned to use the edge of his magic sword to break the heavy water.

whoosh-

The expected clash did not happen as expected, and the magic sword cut the drop of one-yuan heavy water into two halves without any hindrance.

"Ok?"

Huangfu Yanjun's heart trembled. "It's said that this Xuanjing Taoist's heavy water power is over ten thousand kilograms and indestructible. How come he is so useless now?"