Mysterious mirror hanging high

Facing the full-force attacks of dozens of God-Transforming Heavenly Lords, the white-haired old woman showed no sign of panic. She drew a circle in front of her with her skinny fingers, and a strange light flashed in her turbid pupils.

In an instant, the black flames, ice crystals, strong winds, sword energy and other magical powers that manifested the laws of the sky were reversed.

The Black Prison Dragon King roared in pain, and wisps of black flames began to emerge from the gaps between its scales.

The other ice dragon suddenly became stiff, a trace of horror flashed in its eyes, and its huge dragon body was completely frozen in the next moment.

Ye Xingyun's forehead turned black. The cloud of doom that emitted an ominous aura had floated back to his head at some point. Many of the sword energies and magical powers that bounced back seemed to have eyes and shot towards Ye Xingyun, scaring him into dodging repeatedly.

However, soon the [Law of Good Luck] took effect, and the cloud of bad luck above Ye Xingyun's head was dissipated.

Small wounds began to appear on Guan Lingxiao's face, as if he was injured by invisible and intangible sword energy.

Densely packed poisonous sores and tumors appeared on Yang Dingfeng's body. He gritted his teeth, and streams of life essence burst out from his fingertips, radiating out in all directions.

At this moment, Xiao Guanying finally spoke indifferently: "Endless life..."

The power of the law at Yang Dingfeng's fingertips became stronger, and the range of the [Law of Life] suddenly became much larger. The wounds on the bodies of the Divine Transformation cultivators who were injured by his own law began to heal gradually.

"What kind of magical power is this? Why can this old woman rebound the power of our laws?"

The various Divine Transformation cultivators were baffled. They were all at a different realm. Even if the other party was at the Perfect Divine Transformation stage, and the Immortal Continent side didn't even have a single late Divine Transformation cultivator, even if they piled up their numbers, they would still be outnumbered! How could this be so futile?

"It's the [Law of Reversal]..."

Xiao Guanying's face wasn't looking good. "One of the first-class laws in the universe is [bullying the weak and fearing the strong]. It's quite effective against opponents whose realm is lower than ours. Our realm is too low, so our magical powers will naturally be directly reversed by the [reverse law] of the perfect incarnation level..."

Ying Jin was slightly surprised. "You do have some insights... Indeed, if a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm unleashes the power of laws, my [Reverse Law] won't be able to completely reverse the laws... It's a shame that a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm would just sit there and wait for death in the lower realm."

"The Immortal Dynasty sent the three of us to the lower realms for a very meaningful reason... If we were ordinary cultivators at the Perfect Spiritualization stage, we might have to temporarily avoid the attack of dozens of cultivators at the early and middle stages of the Spiritualization stage. However, I am not afraid of being surrounded, so the number of people stacked up is meaningless to me."

"Lord Ying Jin, why waste time talking to them? Let's end this battle quickly!"

Zhao Nu smiled and raised his hands. Suddenly, hundreds of clay terracotta warriors appeared around him and rushed towards the gods from the immortal continent.

These terracotta warriors are not ordinary clay figures. They are covered in mottled ancient armor and look majestic.

The clay-molded face was blurry, with only two faint green lights flickering in the depths of a pair of empty eye sockets.

Some of them held heavy bronze swords and shields, while others held eighteen-foot-long spears. Some of them were archers, their clay finger bones gripping the inky-black arrowheads, emitting a heart-pounding, soul-breaking aura.

A murderous aura from the ancient battlefield, mixed with the fishy smell of soil, hit me in the face.

What made the hearts of the gods in Xianzhou sink was that these hundreds of silent clay sculptures actually burst out with tremendous pressure and murderous intent that was no less than that of the gods!

Swords and shields collided, spears broke through the air, arrows flew off bows, and the offensive was like a raging wave, instantly shattering the formation of the immortal monks!

"puppet?"

Jing Yu also faced a terracotta warrior holding a sword and shield. He punched the stone shield and was immediately hit by a strong recoil force, which shook his body of bitter crossing in the Jadeite Realm and made the blood surge. He couldn't help but frowned.

"One person controlling hundreds of puppets at the Divine Transformation level... Even a cultivator at the Perfect Divine Transformation level couldn't possibly do it... His divine consciousness simply couldn't sustain it."

"Is it the profound wonders of the Puppet Law?"

Jing Yu cut his palm, and golden-blue blood immediately flowed out from it. He dipped a little blood with his finger and smeared it on his eyes. Suddenly, the spiritual light in his eyes surged, and he "saw" the various laws and powers that filled the world.

And between the slender white fingers of [Zhao Nu], there were countless [Threads of Law] as thin as hair and almost transparent, densely packed and extending to the core of each terracotta warrior.

These silk threads jumped, fluttered, and entangled around his fingertips like strings, with an incredible agility.

Under his control, the hundreds of clay figurines seemed to come alive, advancing and retreating, switching between offense and defense, and coordinating with each other seamlessly. They were several times more agile and ruthless than real monks who had experienced hundreds of battles!

Even though the cultivators of Xianzhou had thousands of Taoist methods and myriad magical powers, they were still beaten left and right and in danger in front of this puppet battle formation that was as easy to use as an arm and as one.

"It really is using laws to control puppets..."

Wait, if he can control the puppet with the thread of law, then...

Jing Yu's heart tightened. The next moment, Guan Lingxiao, who was fighting with a terracotta warrior, suddenly stiffened. He suddenly felt that his body seemed out of control. Even his Nascent Soul Dharma Image was locked in his physical body and could not move. He could not even leave his body!

At this moment, the terracotta warrior in front of him was holding a long spear and was about to stab Guan Lingxiao through.

brush--

A gray, bitter, and mysterious light descended, chopping off one of the arms of the terracotta warrior holding a long spear. The next moment, Jing Yu appeared beside Guan Lingxiao and with a loud punch, knocked the one-armed terracotta warrior in front of him dozens of feet away.

The golden pupil between Jing Yu's eyebrows flickered, and another ray of bitter light burst out, clearing away all the threads of law around Guan Lingxiao. Then he raised his voice and said:

"Fellow Daoists in the early stages of the Spiritualization Realm, be careful! That pretty boy can control lower-level cultivators with the threads of law. Don't fall for his tricks!"

Zhao Nu looked at Jing Yu, frowning inadvertently. He sneered, "Nascent Soul cultivator? Refining the body and transforming into a spirit? Oh, there are such fools in the lower realms who ignore the main point and focus on cultivating the body first? You don't even understand what the law is, and you only have a brute force body... Isn't it the perfect puppet for this young master to control?"

Immediately, his ten fingers flew, intending to completely control Jing Yu with the thread of law.

But what he did not expect was that the moment those threads of law touched Jing Yu's body, they were bounced away one after another, as if Jing Yu had become an insulator of law.

"Hmm?" Zhao Nu was slightly stunned: "What kind of body protection magic is this? It's not even under control..."

Jing Yu was also stunned. He never expected that his Ku Du body could resist the laws to such an extent that it could even withstand the puppet threads of the perfect level of the Spirit Transformation Realm?

But the next moment, something strange happened again. A thread of law that had been bounced away was suddenly tightened and straightened by the imperceptible hook of Zhaonu's fingertips!

The edge of the silk thread instantly condensed into a sharp cold light that was enough to cut through space. Faster than lightning, it passed silently across Jing Yu's neck.

"laugh--!"

Jing Yu felt a chill on his neck, and his vision was spinning - he actually saw with his own eyes that his head was easily chopped off by the thread of law!

Fortunately, the Jadeite Realm's Bitter Crossing Body granted him astonishing vitality and resilience. His headless body didn't fall, and golden-green blood gushed out from his broken neck like a spring, while granulation tissue grew crazily at the fracture.

Jing Yu endured the severe pain and dizziness, and his mind moved rapidly. The flying head was pulled by an invisible force and fell back onto his neck in an instant. The flesh, blood, tendons and bones quickly healed, and in the blink of an eye it was restored to its original state, leaving only a shallow white mark.

Jing Yu touched the white mark on his neck, feeling a little scared:

"It seems that the [Bitter Crossing Treasure Body] is only highly resistant to the power of control and erosion. It is somewhat powerless against the attack methods of the Perfect Spiritualization Realm..."