Mysterious mirror hanging high

Wen Rennuo stared blankly at the sword energy that spanned the sky, feeling terrified.

"Guan Lingxiao... the orphan of the Sword Pavilion, the young Sword Immortal Guan, the first disciple of Xuanjing... then isn't he my senior brother?"

"Holy crap! Senior Brother's sword energy is so dazzling, how come it looks even more magnificent than Master's? It's only been a short while, could it be that he's already surpassed Master?"

Qingyu Zhenren, standing by, calmed down and said calmly, "Don't worry. This sword immortal is only in the early Nascent Soul stage. Even if he is a sword cultivator with unrivaled killing power, he can't change the situation..."

Several brilliant sword energies crisscrossed and split the entire battlefield sky into pieces. Several screams came from the rolling clouds, followed by the sound of the void shaking.

It was as if someone had grabbed Qingyu Zhenren's neck. The next moment, his shrill voice resounded throughout the surrounding area:

"Our True Lord has been seriously injured and fled. The Heavenly Court has been defeated... Run!"

Suddenly, countless tiny sword energies appeared on the horizon, falling like snowflakes and landing in the battle formation of the celestial monks.

The battle formation formed by the foundation-building cultivators could only barely withstand the attacks of the Golden Core level. Even though these sword energies were just the aftermath of the battle between the Nascent Souls in the sky, they were obviously far more powerful than the Golden Core. They passed through the formation almost without any accident and penetrated the physical bodies of many cultivators.

bang——

The heads, limbs, and torsos of countless cultivators were instantly shattered by the sword energy, and for a moment, blood mist erupted in the battle formation.

A stream of sword energy flew past, and the three foundation-building guards beside Wen Rennuo were suddenly strung together like candied haws... The sword energy raged in their bodies, and the three foundation-building cultivators suddenly became silent.

Wen Rennuo stared blankly at the apocalyptic scene in front of him, as if he was terrified.

In the past, he had killed cultivators and monsters with his powerful magical powers and his own good foundation... but his opponents were almost always far inferior to him in combat power, and he often killed them on the spot before they could even last a single encounter.

Wen Rennuo just thought that killing was a very simple thing.

But when hundreds and thousands of monks exploded into blood-red fireworks before his eyes, he suddenly realized that death was so close to him, only a few centimeters away.

It turns out that being killed would not be difficult at all just because he was a friend of the Emperor of Heaven and a disciple of Xuan Jing.

It turns out... those borrowed powers are just external forces after all. On the battlefield, I am just a foundation-building cultivator!

"Friend Wenren, I'll take you away..."

At this moment, Wen Rennuo only felt a strong hand grabbing his arm. His unfocused eyes came back to life a little, and he looked at the source of the sound in a daze.

It turned out to be True Man Qingyu. He looked solemn at this moment, with magical powers surging all over his body. Strands of light emerged from the gaps in his robes. Soon, this True Man Jindan with profound cultivation would take him away from this damn battlefield and bloody underworld!

bang——

A ray of sword energy swept past, and Qingyu Zhenren's head suddenly exploded like a ripe watermelon. A thick mixture of red and white substances sprayed onto Wenren Nuo's face. The usually resourceful attendant of the Emperor of Heaven had a wooden expression on his face. Feeling the slight fishy taste seeping into the corners of his mouth, Wenren Nuo was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Qing... Lord Qingyu..."

After a while, Wen Rennuo slowly came to his senses, his whole body trembling with extreme fear. He called out the Taoist name of Qingyu Zhenren over and over again, but the only response he got was dead silence.

True Man Qingyu had not yet achieved Nascent Soul status, and his spirit and soul resided in the sea of ​​consciousness within his brain. He was just swept away by the sword energy that soared into the sky, and died a fate that could not be reversed.

What made Wen Rennuo collapse the most was that Qingyu Zhenren just clenched his hands very tightly, tightly holding his arms, and his headless corpse was hanging on his body like a refined corpse driven by him.

There were still countless tiny sword energies raging on the battlefield, and people were dying all the time. Another sword energy swept past and blew the lower body of Qingyu Zhenren into pieces, which made Wenren Nuo wake up from his dream.

He gritted his teeth, forced himself to stop his body from shaking, and turned into a stream of light, carrying half of Qingyu Zhenren's body, and flew to the mountains not far from here.

"Faster...faster..."

"You bastard, blind man, stinky beggar, a virgin who hasn't been deflowered for hundreds of years... you don't have any regard for fellow disciples!" Wen Rennuo survived the disaster, and while controlling the escape light, he cursed Guan Lingxiao a hundred thousand times in his heart.

Then he changed his mind and was stunned again: "Master, could it be that he didn't tell him that there is a fellow disciple like me..."

"hiss……"

Faced with a sudden change, he wanted to simply defect to Penglai, but he couldn't shout loudly on the battlefield that he was an undercover agent of Tianming Tower... Firstly, the righteous people in Penglai might not believe it, and secondly, he was still in the battle formation of Heaven. He might be beheaded by his former colleague in Heaven as soon as he shouted.

The light of escape swept past, and he dived into a dense forest. He could no longer see those damn sword energies for the time being. After surviving the disaster, Wen Rennuo breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could completely relax, the woods nearby shook and a group of monks flew out from the branches.

This made Wen Rennuo feel tense again. He was alone at the moment. Although he had a Jindan-level talisman in his hand that could sweep away all cultivators below the Jindan level, there were too many cultivators from both sides here. The Jindan talisman made too much noise. Once activated, it would surely attract the Jindan real people from the Penglai righteous side.

Wen Rennuo naturally also had the Nascent Soul Talisman, but with his pitifully limited spiritual power, he was unable to drive the Nascent Soul Talisman at all. He was afraid that he would suffer backlash before he could even use it. It was a treasure that could only be seen but not used.

Wen Rennuo thought about it countless times and even thought of several versions of his last words. Then he raised his head and took a closer look. He found that the people coming were a dozen foundation-building monks dressed in heavenly clothes. Only then did he feel relieved.

"Master Wenren!"

One of the young male cultivators, a man with a scar on his face, bowed and said, "So it's you, sir... The battle formation was broken up, and we fled here... Sir, we will escort you back to Heaven!"

"well……"

Wen Rennuo cheered up and forcibly gathered the remaining soldiers. He carefully walked through the woods and fled towards the [Hetian Realm].

But the good times didn't last long. They hadn't escaped for more than a few dozen miles when they unexpectedly ran into a group of Penglai righteous disciples. That group of disciples seemed to be from the Songfeng Pavilion, and their leader was actually a genuine Songfeng Pavilion Foundation Establishment Master. Upon seeing this group of Heavenly Court cultivators, his eyes suddenly turned red:

"Heavenly Dogs! You killed my parents in the battle at Shaquan Gorge in the Yellow Sand Region twenty years ago. Today is the time to collect some interest!"

"All disciples, listen to my orders and follow me to kill the enemy!"