Mysterious mirror hanging high

The towering immortal palace crashed towards them with the force of collapsing the sky, and the entire West Sea void suddenly twisted!

The friction between the outer wall of the immortal palace and the air produced billions of dazzling sparks. Wherever they passed, the space collapsed inch by inch, revealing the chaotic and unknown void turbulence behind it.

"Humph!"

Xiao Guanying snorted coldly, and suddenly a series of imperial edicts appeared around the gilded chariot.

He raised his sleeve and pointed, saying calmly, "Stop if you come."

The moment his words came into being, countless golden chains flew out from the cracks in the void.

The momentum of the Immortal Palace was forcibly stopped ten feet in front of Xiao Guanying. Visible circular air waves exploded from the place where the chains were wrapped around it, but it did not cause any harm to Xiao Guanying himself.

Inside the Immortal Mansion, Jing Yu looked at the outside world with the Immortal Mansion's own secret observation method and sighed softly.

[Youfang Immortal Mansion] is essentially a mid-grade spiritual weapon that can be used freely by cultivators in the Cave Heaven Realm. Jing Yu's cultivation is too shallow now, and he cannot bring out the power of this cave mansion at all. Even the simplest functions such as escaping into the void and moving and colliding are used with difficulty.

The collision just now had consumed 30% of Jing Yu's magic power and true energy. If it was against a cultivator below the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, he could really kill him with one collision. However, it was indeed not enough to face Xiao Guanying, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Although Xiao Guanying was unharmed, the sudden appearance of the palace and immortal hall inexplicably offended the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven. How could he be forgiven so easily?

But seeing the spiritual disturbance around him, Xiao Guanyin slightly raised his fingertips, and a burst of sky-splitting finger force condensed to the extreme burst out silently. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut open by an invisible sharp blade, and it broke through the air with a sharp sound!

"Sky-Splitting Finger!"

Wen Rennuo, who was standing next to Xiao Shihua, was shocked. This [Sky-Splitting Finger] was his current signature skill and most powerful magical power, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

But comparing the finger I made today with the one Xiao Guanying made, the gap between them cannot be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

Xiao Guanying's finger force contained the magic of the [Law of Wind] and the [Law of Space]. Under the blessing of the power of the law, I am afraid that except for Lu Yingzhao, any cultivator below the God Transformation Realm in the Xianzhou Realm will die directly!

The force of the Sky-Splitting Finger slammed hard against the outer wall of the Immortal Residence, but the surface of the Immortal Residence was flowing with silver light, and countless spatial patterns moved like living things, actually dispersing and absorbing all the destructive force contained in the Sky-Splitting Finger.

The sharp edge of the finger force disappeared like a drop in the ocean the moment it touched the Immortal Palace, without even a trace of damage left.

The immortal palace stood still, and the space inside was as solid as a rock. The hundred thousand year old red blood ginseng in the medicine garden was still absorbing spiritual energy and growing slowly. The green jade medicine boy puppet outside the alchemy pavilion was still standing still as before, as if the world-destroying attack from the outside world was nothing but an illusion.

"No damage at all... Could it be a mid-grade spiritual weapon? Or a mid-grade cave-type spiritual weapon?"

Xiao Guanying, who had been keeping a calm expression until now, finally changed his expression at this moment, and then the surrounding void shook violently, and more than ten gods of transformation appeared from the dark, with auras that were either lofty, majestic, sinister, or violent. Their eyes all fell on the [Youfang Immortal Mansion], without concealing their greed and desire.

As gods of transformation, they know better what a mid-grade cave-dwelling spiritual weapon means in the fairyland!

Although the several tribulations of ascending to the fairyland cannot be overcome by hiding in caves and magic weapons, having such a fairy palace left in the lower world is equivalent to having an extra cave that can be moved freely in the real world. Even if the space of the cave is far less vast than that of the cave, it is enough for the core disciples of the Taoist school to practice and live!

It can be said that whichever Taoist sect possesses such an immortal palace, as long as there is no problem with the cultivator who controls the immortal palace, even if this Taoist sect declines due to the interruption of the God-Transforming Heavenly Monarch, it can at least be guaranteed to survive for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist Suying, how are you?"

Jing Yu's voice rang out from Youfang Immortal Mansion: "I didn't expect to see you right after leaving the cave. You haven't been squatting here for five whole years, have you?"

Xiao Guanying had long guessed that the person in the Immortal Mansion was most likely the Taoist Xuanjing. After all, there were not many people in the Immortal Continent who had a grudge against him and dared to attack him brazenly. So he said:

"Hey, Taoist Xuan Jing, did you break through to the pseudo-godhood in Weiyang Heaven? If you're still only at the Nascent Soul stage, don't you know the rules for lower cultivators to address higher cultivators? You're even unwilling to call me 'Senior' or 'Sir'..."

Jing Yu chuckled, "I'm afraid your fate is too short to bear the consequences of my calling you sir."

At this moment, the void above the West Sea suddenly cracked open a thousand-foot ravine, and a foul-smelling river of blood from the underworld rushed out from the crack. Countless bones floated on the river, and ghostly green fire flickered in the eye sockets of each skeleton.

Before the blood river arrived, the wailing of thousands of ghosts was heard. The sea area of ​​​​a thousand miles in radius of the West Sea was instantly infected, and even the waves were dyed into ink.

"Xiao Guanying, why are you wasting your time talking to this brat!"

A hoarse voice like the friction of rusty iron was heard, and a black sedan chair made of nine skulls came across the river of blood.

The sedan was carried by four headless ghost generals, with black mist constantly spewing out from the broken necks. Distorted human faces struggling and roaring could be vaguely seen in the mist.

The curtains of the sedan chair moved without wind, revealing a skinny figure sitting inside.

The old man in the sedan chair had a pale-gray face, high cheekbones, and no pupils in his deep eye sockets, only two swirling ghostly flames.

His ten fingers were like eagle claws, with strands of resentful souls entwined on his fingertips. At the end of each thread was tied a vicious ghost in the Nascent Soul stage, hanging around the sedan chair like a puppet.

The most terrifying thing is the [Ten Thousand Souls Banner] floating behind his head. When the banner is unfolded, countless ghost hands emerge from the banner and tear the surrounding space apart.

The Nine-Headed Ghost King appeared and disappeared in the banner, spitting out poisonous fire and blowing dark wind. Just the escaping breath made several Nascent Soul cultivators who were watching from afar bleed from all seven orifices and their souls almost left their bodies.

"Xiao Guanying, this Immortal Mansion...I want it." The old man grinned and said leisurely, "You are a man with ambitions to rule the world. You shouldn't compete with a small sect like my Ghost Control Sect for a spiritual weapon, right?"

Lu Yingzhao in the Immortal Mansion raised his eyebrows, and a murderous look gathered on his face. Song Qingya beside him had a complicated expression and whispered:

"Xuan Jing, this person is the Supreme God of the [Ghost Controlling Sect], [Youluo Tianjun]!"

It turned out to be this old ghost… Jing Yu narrowed his eyes and said, “Youluo, if you want this immortal palace, I will burn a few for you during the Qingming Festival next year.”

Lord Youluo was stunned. He never expected that there would be a Nascent Soul cultivator in this world who would dare to speak to him like this!

However, Xiao Guanying said calmly, "Xuan Jing, don't think that just because you're hiding in this Immortal Mansion, I can't do anything to you... Although I can't break through the defenses of this Immortal Mansion, I can still use my Divine Transformation skills to seal it here and trap you for two thousand years. By then, you won't be able to break through to the Divine Transformation realm, and I'm afraid you'll die here."