Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 850 Xiang Zhaoli

"Xiang Zhaoli...Xiang Zhaoli..."

Jing Yu's body was out of control, but his mind was constantly thinking:

"Who is Xiang Zhaoli? The Third Prince of the Evergreen Immortal Court... Could he be one of the two possessors of the [Eternal Life] fate who perished so many epochs ago?"

"Am I dreaming?"

Perhaps just as Jing Yu guessed, the memories in dreams were always intermittent. Sometimes he was still in this scene, but the next moment he flashed back to another scene.

He was only slightly distracted when Xiang Zhaoli found himself in a secret cave realm. A green river hung in the sky, running back and forth continuously... and all around Xiang Zhaoli were talented people with a majestic aura and outstanding temperament.

"Xiang Zhaoli! I advise you not to go too far!"

A shirtless man with fiery red hair said in a deep voice, "The [Heavenly River Secret Realm] is jointly opened by all the immortal courts. You took 90% of the opportunities in the secret realm by yourself? Be careful not to burst your stomach!"

Xiang Zhaoli sneered, "The Great Dao is all about competition. Thousands of cultivators are racing through the sea of ​​suffering, seeking that glimmer of hope. You are inferior in skill, yet you dare to ask me for food?"

A young girl in a platinum robe said coldly, "There are more than ten Immortal Court disciples here, and everyone is at a similar level. Why are you so arrogant?"

Xiang Zhaoli said lazily, "The true disciples of the Five Elements Immortal Court are really going backwards as time goes by... Just relying on a dozen or so Mahayana cultivators like you? I'm afraid you can't stop me, Xiang Zhaoli."

"The Dao Masters have already stated that true gold fears no fire. In the secret realm of the Cave Heaven, life and death are irrelevant. If you want to live, get out now. It's not easy to cultivate to this level. Don't take a wrong step and let your life's cultivation go to waste."

"Insanity!"

A sword-wielding Heavenly Pride cried out in rage, "Do you really think that our Immortal Court's true disciples are those of the paper-thin Mahayana realm of the lower heavens? Aren't you just lucky enough to have the fate of [Eternal Life], and that's how you became the Third Prince of the Evergreen Immortal Court?"

"If there were no such relationship, wouldn't you be no different from us, just an ordinary disciple of the Immortal Court?"

"Why waste time talking to him? Let's all attack together! Don't take his life, or we'll end up in conflict with the Evergreen Immortal Court... But we must capture him, seal his cultivation, and humiliate him. Let's see how arrogant he can be in the future..."

"Be careful... This person has inherited the true teachings of the Nine-Life Taoist Master. His puppetry skills are extremely formidable, and he's best at fighting one against many... Fellow Taoists, you must give it your all!"

Xiang Zhaoli smiled slightly: "You still have some conscience. With this, I will spare your lives."

After saying that, facing the brilliance of magic magic treasures in the sky, Xiang Zhaoli was not in a hurry, but just snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, those magic magic treasures were blown back, and the power of countless laws around them collapsed and dissipated. An extremely powerful divine thought escaped from Xiang Zhaoli's body, shocking more than ten true disciples of the Immortal Court to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices.

"This divine thought... Impossible!"

One of the Immortal Court True Disciples exclaimed, "Your divine power has reached the level of an immortal? But you are clearly still only at the Mahayana stage!"

Xiang Zhaoli smiled and thought to himself, "How could you possibly fathom the wonders of the Soul Condensing Technique?"

He was unhurried, brushing off the nonexistent dust on his body and proudly saying, "Fellow Daoists, why are you still staying here? Take advantage of my good mood and get out of here!"

The true disciples of the Immortal Court looked at each other in bewilderment. As the top geniuses in the immortal world, they naturally had their own trump cards, but the difference between immortals and mortals was like a chasm. A Mahayana cultivator was no different from an ordinary person in front of an immortal, so no matter what trump cards they had, they were of no use.

"Your Highness Zhaoli, your methods are truly impressive! We are simply inferior to him."

A few of them reluctantly bowed and said, "When we reach the realm of celestial immortals, we will come to learn from Your Highness about his magical powers!"

Immediately, everyone turned into streams of light and disappeared.

"I'm so happy today..."

Xiang Zhaoli was the only one left here. At this moment, he was no longer as arrogant as before. Instead, he was relaxed and hummed a little tune.

He rummaged through his storage bag and smiled faintly, "This time, I've reaped a rich harvest in the [Heavenly Xuanhe Secret Realm]... These opportunities and spiritual resources are secondary. My Changqing Immortal Court doesn't lack these things either. But today, I, Xiang Zhaoli, single-handedly defeated the combined forces of over ten Immortal Court True Disciples, solidifying my title as the number one cultivator below the Immortals... This has greatly enhanced the reputation of the Immortal Court."

"If Master Jiu Ming knew about this, he would definitely be very happy."

When thinking of the Nine-Life Dao Lord, a crimson-purple figure suddenly flashed through Xiang Zhaoli's mind. His face flushed slightly, and a complex emotion suddenly rose in his heart. Then he sighed softly:

"Ugh……"

"Well, it's time for me to leave."

Xiang Zhaoli was just about to fly towards the exit of the secret realm when he suddenly felt the heaven and earth freeze. The space around him solidified like cast copper or iron, locking him in place!

"who is it?"

Xiang Zhaoli was shocked.

The next moment, a young man with an unfathomable aura and seven immortal swords on his back broke through the void, descended in front of Xiang Zhaoli, and looked down at him condescendingly.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure of the man with the sword on his back was finally released without any concealment.

"Gold...Golden Fairyland..."

Xiang Zhaoli spoke with difficulty, "This is impossible... The [Heavenly River Secret Realm] is a cave-heaven secret realm for trials for Mahayana cultivators, and it has always been controlled by the major immortal courts... It is impossible for ordinary casual cultivators to enter there, let alone Golden Immortals!"

The man with the sword on his back spoke coldly, "My name is Yue Changyang, a true disciple of the Sword Court. Three billion years ago, I entered the Tianxuan River Secret Realm for trial with the cultivation level of a Mahayana cultivator. Since then, I have been hiding in the secret realm, practicing quietly."

"Your name is... Xiang Zhaoli? You are truly a peerless genius unseen in the ages! It's no wonder I've been lurking here for three billion years. You... are qualified!"

Xiang Zhaoli was incredulous when he heard this, "You're a disciple of the Sword Court? A disciple of the Sword Court from three billion years ago... You, you've been hiding here for three billion years?"

"why?"

"Although the [Heavenly River Secret Realm] is of extremely high status and its laws are complete, it is ultimately no match for the Immortal Realm itself. If you achieve the Golden Immortal realm here, you are destroying yourself... destroying your own path... Even if you achieve the Immortal Golden Nature, you will never achieve the Dao Fruition and ascend to the Dao Lord in this lifetime!"

Yue Changyang forced a strange smile: "My mission is to lurk here, waiting for a genius who can shock the ancient and modern times to appear, and then kill him."

"As for the path? What does it matter?"

"I will do anything to serve you, even if it means sacrificing my life!"

Xiang Zhaoli spoke with difficulty, "Who... who instructed you to do this... was it Lord Sword Master? Impossible, Lord Sword Master would not disdain to use such means... Who was it?"

Yue Changyang slowly drew out one of the immortal swords from behind him and said leisurely, "You don't need to know..."

"Be careful in your next life and don't stand on the wrong side."