Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu was stunned and said, "Isn't that too far off?"

Yuwen Baoge's blood boiled just now, and he boasted. In fact, he already felt a little regretful. But now, in front of everyone, if he backed down like this, it would inevitably lose face. So he could only keep a straight face and said forcefully, "If the sky falls, tall people will hold it up. Do you think you, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, should be asked to hold it up?"

"Sir...you are really..."

Jing Yu's call of "Sir" was sincere. He looked at Yuwen Baoge with admiration and said through gritted teeth, "Sir Yuwen and I will work together to stop one ghost general. The remaining ghost general will be handed over to other Taoist friends... You must hold him off until Fu Lu becomes a god!"

"No need..."

A somewhat helpless voice sounded, and everyone turned around in shock, only to see a dark-skinned, plain-looking young man in a green robe sighing:

"Han has been a lonely star in his life. I don't know how many fellow Taoists he has harmed. Today is the day for him to stand up..."

After saying that, Han Ping slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a little green monkey jumped out of it. Although it was also in the Nascent Soul realm, it was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

But as soon as the green little monkey appeared, it sniffed with its huge nose and immediately became excited. It actually took the initiative to greet a headless ghost general. When the ghost general in the pseudo-god realm saw the little beast, he was actually a little frightened and his breath weakened.

A ghost and a beast were entangled with each other. Although there was a huge gap between their realms, they were fighting hard for a while.

Behind Han Ping, a three-headed, six-armed Dharma image appeared again. Seventy-two green bamboo flying swords formed a sword formation, and golden arcs of electricity appeared all around. He alone faced the last headless ghost general!

Seeing Han Ping and his beast holding back the remaining two headless ghost generals, everyone was stunned for a moment. Yuwen Baoge stammered:

“Are you ready for the meeting?”

Jing Yu reminded him, "We met this Daoist Fellow Han in Weiyang Heaven. Doesn't your Excellency remember him?"

Yuwen Baoge looked confused: "Really? Why don't I have any impression of this person..."

Jing Yu's spirits lifted. "No matter what, the three ghost generals have been temporarily held back... Let's quickly work together to help one of them kill a ghost general first, and then defeat them one by one... As long as Fellow Daoist Lu can hold on, this disaster will be over!"

"Wait!" Yun Xuance's face changed. She pointed at the Netherworld rift that spanned a thousand miles when Youluo Tianjun arrived and said, "Look over there!"

The Netherworld rift was like the gaping mouth of hell, with an endless torrent of ghosts gushing out from it, bringing with it a biting chill and a sickening stench of decay, instantly obscuring the sky.

They are no longer scattered individuals, but have merged into a destructive black frenzy, carrying suffocating resentment and madness, and slamming into the island protection formation covering Zhanlong Island!

The deafening sound of collision continued, the light curtain of the large formation fluctuated violently, the colorful spiritual light flowed wildly, and made an unbearable buzzing sound.

Low-level ghosts crashed into the spiritual light of the formation and instantly turned into green smoke and dissipated like moths to a flame, but their number was too large, and they continued to attack one after another, constantly consuming the foundation of the formation with their own demise.

"It's a ghost tide..."

Yun Xuance was shocked and angry, "This rift created by Youluo Tianjun actually connects to the underworld. There will be an endless stream of ghosts flying out of this rift..."

The lowest level of cultivation among these ghosts is only at the Qi training stage, but there are also some at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages. Even the ones with the strongest aura have reached the level of Nascent Soul perfection!

"Protect the Dragon-Slaying Island! We can't let these ghosts break through the formation!" Jing Yu shouted.

"Defend the formation! Reinforce the formation nodes!"

Yun Xuance spoke in the same harsh voice, her face as solemn as ice.

Then he made hand gestures quickly, and array runes containing the power of repair were hammered into the array base, trying to stabilize the violently vibrating array light curtain.

However, the powerful impact mixed in with the ghost tide far exceeded her expectations.

A giant python-like rotten bone ghost python wrapped in black chains suddenly swung its tail, and the barbed bony tail slashed the light curtain fiercely, making a harsh friction sound. The spiritual light of the area hit by the slash dimmed instantly, and cracks appeared.

Several demon yakshas holding rusty giant forks roared and stabbed the giant forks at the weak points of the light curtain. Every stab caused violent ripples, and the filthy power attached to the fork tips continued to erode the formation barrier.

What is even more frightening is the "bone cloud" composed of thousands of pale skulls. They emit soul-shaking screams, and the dark green ghost fire in their eye sockets connects into one, hitting the formation in turn like dense meteorites.

Every collision left behind a large amount of sticky, highly corrosive phosphorous fire, which adhered to the light curtain of the formation and sizzled, quickly consuming the defensive power of the formation.

"Kill! Kill these monsters to reduce the burden on the island protection formation!"

Yuwen Baoge roared, and the golden spear in his hand suddenly expanded and turned into a thousand-foot golden light.

His body was as fast as lightning, rushing out of the defensive node at the edge of the formation, sweeping his long spear across, and in an instant, countless low-level ghosts were swept away by him!

He was extremely brave, with his long spear flying, and he tore a brief vacuum in the tide of ghosts.

However, more ghosts immediately filled the gap, endlessly. Although his golden sword was powerful, it consumed a lot of energy.

Gray mysterious light swept across, clearing out all the ghosts behind Yuwen Baoge. Jing Yu snapped his fingers, and the one-yuan heavy water split into several water arrows, piercing through several ghosts in the early stage of Yuanying.

"Pray for spiritual communication!"

Song Qingya was muttering to himself under the protection of the flying zombie, his Dharma body from his previous life. Several tiny cracks appeared around him, and several Nascent Soul ghosts of various shapes crawled out from them, clearing out the ghost tide from the surrounding Youluo Tianjun.

"Sword Net!"

Guan Lingxiao shouted, and the wooden sword behind him hummed and flew out of its sheath. Hundreds of sharp sword lights shot out from the tip of the sword in an instant, forming a dark sword net that covered a large area.

The sword light swept across the sky, crushing the skulls and low-level ghosts that tried to rush forward.

His sword intent is sharp and pure, and is an effective barrier against ghosts.

However, maintaining such a large-scale sword formation consumed his own mana and true energy like a floodgate. His face quickly turned pale, and the light of the sword net dimmed visibly.

All the cultivators displayed their magical powers and worked hard to eliminate the almost endless number of ghosts. Time passed bit by bit, and before they knew it, they had held on for more than two hours.

"No! Too many!" Yuwen Baoge retreated, panting. The golden light on his weapon, originally named Jin Ge, was no longer as sharp as before. He had just confronted a powerful ghost general with the aura of a late Nascent Soul, and his palms were numb from the shock. His bravery could not last long.

Jing Yu's face was tense. His magic power was extremely resilient and he also had physical training. He could fight for another ten days or half a month just by relying on his physical strength. However, not everyone had such long-lasting strength as him, and the other cultivators were almost unable to hold on.