Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Ok?"

Ying Ba's expression changed. He turned around and looked around. The space inside the cave was much smaller than he had imagined. There was only an empty Buddhist temple. There were some weapon racks and display tables lined up in a row in the temple, but now these racks and tables were empty and there were no treasures.

"This isn't a trial cave... but a treasure house?" Ying Ba was incredulous. "If it were just a treasure house for storing treasures, why would its status be so high?"

"Where are the treasures?"

The Buddha statue in the center of the hall had kind eyes and was smiling while holding a flower, but Ying Ba saw a hint of mockery in the face of the Buddha.

The next moment, there was a flash of light in the main hall, and dozens of rays of light came out from the small door of the side hall, surrounding Ying Ba and Zhao Nu.

"Ying Ba, look at who we are?"

The leader was not the one with the highest cultivation level here, but a gray-robed young man whose spiritual pressure was only at the Nascent Soul stage.

It’s Jing Yu!

Beside Jing Yu, Lu Yingzhao, Ye Xingyun, Guan Lingxiao, Nangong Fuhua, Yuwen Baoge and others were scattered around, looking at Ying Ba and the other two as if they were looking at two dead people.

Yang Dingfeng and other righteous gods of Penglai took control of the east side of the hall and sneered at Ying Ba in return.

On the west side of the hall stood two graceful men who looked similar but seemed to be quite different in age. The older one had a calm gaze, with an aloofness and indifference that seemed to be superior to all others. The younger one had a warm gaze, with an indescribable kingly demeanor that made people bow down to him.

Ying Ba's pupils shrank slightly. "Xiao Guanying, Xiao Shihua... descendants of Xiao Buyi?"

On the north side, guarding were the celestial demon clan and several demon kings and dragon kings of the inner sea dragon clan.

On the south side, there was a group of evil demon cultivators who stared at the storage bags on Ying Ba and Zhao Nu's waists with greed in their eyes.

Except for the ancient Buddhist monk Fu Tu, whose cultivation level was greatly damaged due to the loss of his followers, almost all the gods who could reach the fairyland had arrived. They all mobilized their magic power and were ready to fight, ready to kill Ying Ba and the other two here.

When Ying Ba looked at the Buddha statue in the center of the hall again, he found that several figures had stood on the shoulders of the Buddha statue.

On the left is a red dragon with a pair of long whiskers. Judging from its cultivation level, it should be only at the Nascent Soul stage.

On the right side was a little monk in a yellow robe with skin as textured as a puppet. This little monk's cultivation was even lower, probably only at the Golden Core stage.

The man standing in the middle had a decent level of cultivation, in the early stage of transformation. He was a handsome monk wearing a moon-white monk robe. In terms of gracefulness, he was not inferior to any man Ying Ba had ever seen, but Ying Ba had long lost the mood to appreciate beauty at this time.

"Is this really a trap?"

Ying Ba asked in confusion, "Where did this country bumpkin from the lower realm get such a secret cave..."

"The Buddha is above."

Yuanji, who sat on the shoulders of the Buddha statue, clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said leisurely: "Donor, you Shending monks have committed evil deeds, so I am here to take you away today!"

"Just you?"

Ying Ba sneered, "Forget about the fact that I and Zhao Nu are here today. Even if I were alone, could you, a bunch of defeated generals and vagrants, harm me in the slightest?"

"Why don't you just give it a try and find out?"

Lu Yingzhao took a step forward, condensed a purple thunder spear in his hand, and said coldly.

Ying Ba glanced at Lu Yingzhao and said, "I damaged your physical foundation in the Death Battle Contract that day. In just two hundred years, I'm afraid your injuries haven't recovered yet. Why rush here to die?"

"besides……"

"That kid who's refining his body and transforming into a god is fine... But what are a Nascent Soul dragon and a Golden Core wood spirit doing here to join in the fun?"

Ying Ba's expression darkened. "Things that would be annihilated with a single breath from me, are you trying to fill the void?"

But the next moment, Yuanji, Chixulong, and Juexing spoke in unison, almost in unison:

"The red dragon sheds its form, carrying the fruit of karma; the golden monk sits down and attains enlightenment."

"A thousand causes hang on the Zen branch, and a single thought unites the three worlds."

Yuanji put his hands together, his moon-white monk robe fluttered without wind, and a golden swastika seal appeared between his eyebrows.

The red-bearded dragon let out a long roar, and its scales and armor turned into red-gold Sanskrit characters. As it swam, it wrapped around Yuanji's right arm, and the dragon's head fell to his shoulders. The dragon's beard and the monk's robe were intertwined like flowing clouds.

Juexing's body became ethereal and transformed into a piece of twisted ginkgo branch, the branch was covered with gilded leaves, and scriptures were hidden in the veins of the leaves, flowing into Yuanji's left palm.

The auras of the three blend together, and the Buddha wheels of the three worlds appear behind them - a dragon swallowing fog in the past, a monk meditating in the present, and an ancient tree towering into the sky in the future, the three worlds constantly flowing.

When the three merged and merged, the handsome monk was seen——

The moon-white monk's robe he was wearing remained the same, but faintly visible were dark patterns interwoven with red and gold, resembling dragon scales or leaf veins.

A dragon is wrapped around the right arm like a guardian Vajra, and the dragon's eyes are half closed, revealing compassion.

Holding a ginkgo branch in the left hand, golden leaves hang down from the branch, scattering bits of light dust when swaying, which is very beautiful.

This time, not only Ying Ba, but also the other immortal gods present were all shocked. The auras of the Red-bearded Dragon, Yuanji, and the Ginkgo Tree all disappeared before their eyes... No, it cannot be said to have disappeared, but the three of them actually merged perfectly into one!

Even the spiritual aura was only left with one, but just now they were three completely different ones!

After the fusion, the aura of nirvana surged a lot, and he vaguely touched the threshold of the middle stage of the spirit transformation. At this moment, he thought to himself:

"The [Past Life Karma Sutra] is truly an unprecedented and unparalleled skill!"

What he was displaying at this moment was the brand new magical power that came with his main cultivation technique, [Past Life Karma Sutra], after he advanced to the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

[Three Worlds in One]!

His [past body], [present body], and [future body] merged into one, and he immediately possessed the talents and supernatural powers of the dragon clan, ancient Buddha, and the spirits of plants and trees.

"What a shame! The cultivation levels of [Past Body] and [Future Body] are quite different from [Present Body]. [Three Worlds in One] is not perfect and cannot exert its maximum effectiveness."

"If the three bodies have similar cultivation levels, then the three bodies will become one, which is my strongest form!"

Ying Ba looked surprised, but he quickly recovered and said sarcastically, still holding his ground:

"You made such a big fuss, I thought you had some secret weapon, but it turns out your cultivation level only improved by half a level, barely enough to say you've reached the threshold of the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm... What difference does one more or one less ancient monk in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm make to me?"

"Sir, there is no need to waste time talking to them. The two of us will fight quickly and kill all the gods in Xianzhou right here!" A murderous look flashed across Zhaonu's face, and several threads of laws condensed at his fingertips.

Ying Ba stared at Lu Yingzhao intently and whispered, "Slave, be careful! That armored woman will definitely drag me into a [Death Combat Contract] to buy time. These dozens of Transformed Gods will be left to you alone."

Zhao Nu pursed his lips and smiled when he heard this: "Don't worry, my lord. Don't forget, I am most proficient in the [Puppet Law]. This law is least afraid of being surrounded by multiple people!"

But what they both didn't expect was that Lu Yingzhao had no intention of fighting Ying Ba in a duel. Instead, Jing Yu took out a scroll of black iron contract from his arms, smiled at Zhao Nu, raised his hand, and immediately pulled himself and Zhao Nu into the [Death Arena].