Mysterious mirror hanging high

The range of Guan Lingxiao's sword net was forced to shrink, and the sword energy also lost its initial sharpness, and could only barely protect a smaller area. A trace of blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he had suffered internal injuries.

Xue Cang and Nangong Ye were covered in wounds, but they still protected Li Jiangmei from harm. Although Li Jiangmei had no obvious scars on her body, her face was as pale as paper, and it was obvious that her magic power was almost exhausted.

Song Qingya had already killed countless ghosts he had summoned. Compared with the endless tide of ghosts, the ghosts he summoned were nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Yun Xuance whispered, "The Xuanjing... can't hold on any longer... If there's no improvement soon... I'll summon the Immortal Palace and leave this place..."

Jing Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Wait a little longer! If we flee now, our efforts will be wasted... Fulu will also..."

Yun Xuance's expression turned fierce. "It's wise to cut losses in time! Holding on here will only sacrifice more fellow Taoists. If we can't stop it, Fulu will die anyway!"

"Wait a minute! I have a backup plan!"

Jing Yu looked into the distance anxiously and murmured, "Why hasn't he come yet?"

Yun Xuance asked in confusion, "What are you waiting for... or help?"

At this moment, a sharp fiery red sword light flew over the Dragon Slaying Island and beheaded a ghost in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm with one sword.

The fiery red sword light turned and returned to its original path, flying back into the sleeve of a red-haired young man.

Yun Xuance looked back in surprise and found that the red-haired young man was only in the middle stage of the Golden Core cultivation. Although he was a patriarch in the remote small area, he was not enough to face a group of Yuanying True Lords.

Even if he was a sword cultivator with killing power far exceeding his peers, how could he dare to risk his life to help them resist the tide of ghosts at this level of cultivation?

Just as Yun Xuance was stunned, a harpoon magic weapon suddenly appeared in another direction and pierced another ghost.

The magic harpoon also turned and was taken back into the hands of a tall middle-aged male cultivator.

"You are……"

The red-haired swordsman smiled slightly and said loudly:

"Huang Xin, the Jindan sword cultivator of the Jichuan Huang family, has come to the aid of Master Xuanjing by the order of our ancestor, Huang Youfu, to repay the kindness of the foundation-building pill!"

The middle-aged male cultivator holding the magical harpoon also grinned: "The leader of the Tianyunjian Righteous Heaven Alliance [Tan Yuan] has come to help Master Xuanjing to repay the kindness of opening up the source of the cultivation method!"

Just as Yun Xuance was still thinking about these two names he had never heard of, a piece of magical instruments or treasures suddenly flew out from the distance, covering the sky and the sun for a moment, and were even more magnificent than the endless tide of ghosts!

Then, a dense crowd of warships appeared in the distance, and on the warships stood thousands of monks of different realms and cultivation levels.

Sword cultivator Huang Xin transformed into a red sword light and landed on one of the warships, landing next to a skinny old man sitting in a wooden wheelchair.

The old man's spiritual power has reached the level of perfect foundation building, but he is too old, looking to be around 280 or 290 years old. If he has any hidden injuries that would shorten his lifespan, he could die at any time.

The old man, who was extremely old, struggled to stand up from the wheelchair, trembling. In his skinny hands, he still tightly grasped the jade bottle of foundation-building pills that the brass puppet had refined.

He bowed to Jing Yu in the distance:

"I, Huang Youfu, an old man, have come to repay the great kindness of the True Lord in the past... I am willing to offer this broken body to protect the True Lord from this calamity!"

There is a causal line as thin as a hair on his body, which is stubbornly connected to the [navel] of Jing Yu's Yuanying Dharma Image, indicating that there is indeed a causal connection between the two.

Among the densely packed cultivators on the warship at this moment, almost half of them have a causal connection with Jing Yu.

These monks controlled various magic weapons and used various spells and supernatural powers. For a moment, light and flames were everywhere, and the aggressive tide of ghosts was forced back several miles.

They each bowed in Jing Yu's direction and shouted:

"We have all come to repay the True Lord for his kindness in opening up our Skill Puppetry and our techniques to the public!"

At this moment, a long red shadow flashed by in the seabed among the warships. A huge dragon with long red beard jumped out of the sea and spoke in human language:

"I'm so exhausted, Old Dragon... Xuan Jing, this job of breaking the waves and opening the sea for so many cultivators is really not easy. I hurried and finally caught up!"

Amidst the shouts that rose one after another, the Red-bearded Dragon let out a long roar, and its ten-thousand-foot-long dragon body rolled up huge waves.

Jing Yu looked closely, and countless broken pictures seemed to emerge in the waves: a dying old cultivator kneeling to receive the foundation-building pill, a poor young man practicing open-source skills, and a family tree torn to pieces when a small family split up... Each scene was transformed into the power of cause and effect in the waves and flowed into Jing Yu's navel.

Jing Yu laughed heartily: "Yesterday's cause, today's result... Our reinforcements have arrived! Kill!"

Yun Xuance was shocked. "These people...are they the cultivators who have received the favor of the Tianming Tower and the Xuanjing over the past few hundred years?"

"Some of them are only at the foundation-building stage of Qi training, yet they are willing to risk their lives just to repay a favor?"

But Yun Xuance soon discovered that among these cultivators who came to support, except for the red-bearded dragon, the highest cultivation level was only at the Golden Core Realm, and there was no Yuanying Zhenjun at all.

With each step into a major realm, the combat power of the cultivators is vastly different. The number of Nascent Soul ghosts in the ghost tide far exceeds the Nascent Soul True Lord who is currently in charge of the Dragon Slaying Island. Even with the addition of these low-level cultivators, it is still of no use in the face of the surging ghost tide!

Sure enough, a Nascent Soul ghost roared and pounced on the sword cultivator [Huang Xin] who was bravely fighting the enemy. Seeing that the other Nascent Soul True Lords were unable to spare any effort, the Huang family's talented sword cultivator who came to help was about to die at the hands of the ghost...

The next moment, Taixu shook, and a fiery red sword light that far exceeded the Jindan level flashed by, forcing the Yuanying ghost to retreat. A Yuanying sword cultivator with red hair and red eyebrows broke through Taixu and landed beside Huang Xin.

Yun Xuance was stunned. She recognized this person.

This Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator is named [Jianlu Zhenjun], a casual Nascent Soul Cultivator from the West Sea. He is both good and evil, and has never cared about worldly affairs. No one knows why he appeared here.

But Jianlu Zhenjun raised his red eyebrows and scolded Huang Xin, "Traitor, you are my only true disciple. How dare you personally risk your life and come to stir up this chaotic confrontation between the Heavenly Court and the righteous Penglai sect?"

Huang Xin's face was filled with shame as he whispered, "Master, my ancestor received great kindness from True Lord Xuanjing in the past. Without him, he would have died in the Qi training realm long ago, and there would be no future Huang family... I, your disciple, would probably not have been born, let alone accepted as your disciple."

"Now that our ancestor is nearing the end of his life, he has come here in person to repay his gratitude without telling the clan. How can I be at ease letting our ancestor, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, come here alone?"

"I've caused Master to get dragged into the Spiritual Transformation bet. I feel guilty..."

Jianlu Zhenjun sighed and said helplessly, "It's all injustice... It's all because of me, your master, that I owed you in my past life. Now it's time to repay the debt! Follow your master closely and fight off the demonic tide first!"

The same scene kept appearing in various places on the battlefield. Taixu shook frequently. Many Yuanying Zhenjun who were related to the monks who came to support appeared here one after another and joined the reinforcements to resist the ghost tide.

With the participation of more and more Nascent Soul cultivators, the ghost tide that was about to break through the island protection formation was pushed back into the Netherworld rift inch by inch!