Mysterious mirror hanging high

When this news came out, all the cultivators present were in disbelief and whispered to each other for a while:

"Are you sure that Youluo Tianjun entered the cave heaven that was given to him by his elders?"

"Even if you can get trapped in your own cave, it must be fake."

"It's hard to say. After all, the Yigui Sect isn't a reputable or respectable sect. Maybe the ancestor in heaven is up to no good..."

The Immortal Chosens looked at each other in bewilderment. Yun Xuance frowned and said, "This is too much of a coincidence. Could it be that [Youluo Tianjun] deliberately released this news to lure Fulu into becoming a god?"

"This is very easy to verify. It cannot be faked at all. I'm afraid it's true."

Ye Xingyun's eyes were gleaming. "Even Heaven is helping me... It's the perfect time for Heaven and Earth to join forces! If I don't see the light now, when will I?"

Jing Yu frowned and said, "Once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back... Have you decided?"

Ye Xingyun nodded: "My luck has always been good, and this time is no exception... Let's do it!"

Jing Yu stopped trying to dissuade him and took off the pocket-sized palace pendant hanging around his waist. He blew a breath of spiritual energy into it, and the pendant, which was originally the size of a thumb, suddenly grew larger in the wind and turned into an exquisite and gorgeous magic palace with an ethereal aura. He put all the cultivators of Tianming Tower into it, and it disappeared into the void. Not long after, it flew to the Zhanlong Island in the East China Sea.

Ye Xingyun flew out of the Immortal Palace, looked down at the Dragon Slaying Island below, and said:

"The [Nine Yuan Confining Dragon Formation] that my Ye family has on the island is a top-level Nascent Soul formation. If it's presided over by a late Nascent Soul Great True Lord, as long as their mana and true essence aren't depleted, it's enough to defend against any attack below the level of Spiritual Transformation... Even if dozens or hundreds of Nascent Soul True Lords were to attack in turns, they could hold out for a while."

"Although it can't protect against Youluo...it's enough."

Everyone sighed. The Ye family's formation was nothing but a piece of paper in front of a Jindan cultivator, but there was really nothing they could do at this moment... Even if they had a Jindan formation now, without a real Jindan cultivator to preside over it, the defensive effect would not be much stronger than the Yuanying formation in front of them.

Yun Xuance stood in the sea outside Zhanlong Island, his clothes fluttering and a divine light flashing in his eyes.

A crystal-clear heart slowly emerged from her palm. It was the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart she had transformed through secret techniques. As she pinched her fingers and chanted an incantation, the exquisite heart suddenly split into several rays of rainbow light, falling across the island like meteors.

"I've laid several magical traps around Dragon Slaying Island, which should be able to delay cultivators below the Divine Transformation stage for a few breaths."

Li Jiangmei took out several communication talismans, raised her hand and flew out, escaping into the distance.

Her tone was gentle and soft as she said, "My sister's magical powers are quite common, so she found a few helpers to protect Fulu."

Nangong Fuhua, holding the Jade Sword, simply escaped into the Dragon Slaying Island: "Fellow Daoist Lu, you must be on guard against the appearance of Youluo Tianjun. I will be in charge of the island protection formation."

Jing Yu simply took out a pile of densely packed paper cranes, wrote some ink words on them with the calligraphy skills of Nanyue Peak of Songfeng Pavilion, and then released the paper cranes.

"Then I'll get a few people over too."

Ye Xingyun asked curiously, "Xuan Jing, who are you writing this for?"

Jing Yu casually said, "Some are written to good friends, and some are spread throughout the world, inviting independent cultivators from all over the world to come here to protect you and join in the celebration."

"I don't know when Lord Youluo will be able to escape. It is clear that the Guiyi Sect is coming to destroy my transformation into a god. How many cultivators can be attracted here?" Ye Xingyun shook his head.

Jing Yu pondered, "It doesn't matter if there's a date or not... Besides, if you have incredible luck and can successfully achieve a divine transformation before Youluo Tianjun escapes, then everything will be fine."

Lu Yingzhao raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid it won't be that easy... Fulu, follow me to the island! You will transform into a spirit immediately, but I also need to conserve my energy to deal with special circumstances..."

Ye Xingyun nodded, and followed Lu Yingzhao into the island. He soon found the fairy mountain with the most spiritual energy on Zhanlong Island. Sitting on the top of the mountain, he began to slowly transform his Nascent Soul Dharma Image into a Body of Law.

Spiritual clouds began to slowly gather above the island. At the same time, in the void, Xiao Guanying sat upright on the dragon chariot, looking down at Ye Xingyun who was sitting cross-legged on the island.

Opposite him was Yang Dingfeng, dressed in a sable fur coat, and behind him were a group of Penglai righteous heavenly kings, who were also observing Ye Xingyun's transformation into a god.

At the same time, in the present world, more and more cultivators gathered in the East China Sea, all of whom came to observe Ye Xingyun's transformation into a god.

Their cultivation levels varied, ranging from Qi training to Nascent Soul stage, but almost all the cultivators tacitly stayed hundreds of miles away from the Dragon Slaying Island, just looking at the spiritual clouds covering the sky from afar, not daring to take a step forward.

This time it was not simply to avoid suspicion, but the Yigui Sect had already spread the word... their own ancestor who had transformed into a god, [Youluo Tianjun], would be free from the imprisonment soon, and when that time came, he would certainly come to Zhanlong Island in person to kill all the cultivators in Tianming Tower!

If anyone dares to stay around Zhanlong Island, they will be regarded as accomplices of the cultivators of Tianming Tower and will be eliminated!

However, not everyone paid attention to the threat posed by the Ghost-Training Sect.

On the third day after Ye Xingyun became a god, a golden light suddenly broke through the clouds above the Dragon-Slaying Island in the East China Sea, and a tall figure wearing golden armor and holding a golden spear stepped into the air.

Several light patterns were wrapped around Yuwen Baoge's body, and every time he took a step, the sound of metal clashing echoed for hundreds of miles.

Two golden-eyed Suan Ni beast heads crouched on his shoulder armor, emitting hot white steam as he breathed in and out, vaporizing the sea fog that passed by into golden mist.

"Hahahaha—where is the mysterious mirror? Yuwen Baogot is here to protect us!"

The sound waves caused a hundred-foot-high water column to explode on the sea surface, and the golden sword swept across to split the dark clouds in the sky.

This True Lord Bao Ge deliberately pushed the escape light to the extreme, scaring away dozens of spying sea beasts along the way, and frightening the casual cultivators who were watching the ceremony from afar to retreat.

Almost at the same time, a gray ghostly fog drifted from the southwest.

Song Qingya sat upright on the shoulder of the flying zombie that was made from his Dharma body in his previous life. The flying zombie had a handsome face, except for a purple-black corpse mark on its neck that revealed its inhuman nature.

"Song Qingya from the Red Dust Sea has come to protect fellow Daoist Fulu!"

Before he finished speaking, the northern seas suddenly boiled.

Han Ping came breaking through the waves riding on seventy-two green jade flying swords, with a three-headed, six-armed Dharma image looming behind him.

Every strand of hair on this ordinary-looking swordsman was now entangled with wind and thunder. The insect-catching bag hanging from his waist fluttered from time to time, and the crisp sound of metal being gnawed could be faintly heard.

When passing by a reef, he suddenly snapped his fingers and a beam of magnetic divine light shot out, turning the lurking spy of the Yigui Sect and his magic weapon into scrap metal.

Han Ping's appearance made the monks who were secretly watching from the outside confused, and they all asked:

"This person has such powerful magical powers and such a high realm... When did our Xianzhou world have such a Yuanying Zhenjun?"

Even more astonishing is the celestial phenomenon in the east.

Brilliant sword energy shot straight into the sky. A blind young man with a black cloth covering his eyes came over the waves, carrying a wooden sword on his back. As soon as he appeared, he captured all the attention of the world. For a moment, he overshadowed all the monks who came to help. Everyone exclaimed in surprise:

"It's Xiaoguan Sword Immortal!"