Lin Zixuan was shocked. He originally thought that the treasured mirror in the hands of the seven-eyed evil ghost was a great Horcrux, but he never thought that the treasured mirror had a terrifying origin!
"Strange, how did it get into my sea of consciousness?" Lin Zixuan thought, unaware that his sea of consciousness was already undercurrent.
At this moment, the magic mirror in Lin Zixuan's sea of consciousness is suspended in the air, motionless, and behind it, there is a real small world. In the imperial palace in this small world, there are nectar, jade liquid, and music and singing.
On the golden throne, a man wearing a black gold nine-dragon robe hugged him from left to right. Surrounded by him were women with voluptuous and fiery figures. They exposed large areas of snow-white skin and knelt down on him, peeling the grapes and sending them in.
in his mouth.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his deep black-gold eyes, between his eyebrows, an evil amethyst-like pupil pulsated, and ferocious demonic lines like blue veins popped up on his forehead.
I saw him standing upright, emitting overwhelming demonic power, and the women around him were shaken and flew backwards, and the golden plate of spiritual fruit scattered on the ground.
His eyes were fixed on a figure in front of him. Under the straight bridge of his nose, his thin lips opened slightly, and he spoke in a voice as cold as the Nine Netherworld, "Why are you here, Your Excellency?"
In front of his eyes, there was a strange black mist. Around the black mist, the void was distorting. As soon as he looked at it, he suddenly felt that evil was extremely evil. Compared with it, all evil was good. In the black mist, a bitter explanation came out.
Know the old saying.
After hearing this, the man's disdainful eyes showed disdain. The corners of his lips raised, forming a playful smile, and he mocked: "What if I say no?"
Black mist floated in the sky, and the reflection on the ground was stretched to an extremely long and narrow shape, and then spread out violently, turning into thousands of phantoms, moving like phantoms at an unbelievable speed, wrapping up and swallowing the man in front of them.
"There is no form, no delusion, no thought, extremely quiet, protect my true spirit." The man shouted loudly, and the dark golden light surrounded his body, like a **** god, inviolable.
The dark golden light seemed to be invulnerable to all forces, and countless shadows were continuously purified by it, turning into billowing demonic energy and floating in the air.
Across the sea, most of the palace's dead and wounded were killed, and the remaining people's eyes were scarlet as they were killed. Even Su Fucai was gasping for air and his body was stained with blood.
Lin Zixuan sat cross-legged, with Yan Danchen guarding him. He tried to control the magic mirror in the sea of consciousness, but there seemed to be a natural barrier outside it, constantly cutting off his consciousness and soul.
"If we continue like this, we will definitely die." Yan Danchen roared, a look of determination appeared on Qian's face, her steps changed, she raised her hand and pointed, and the blazing fire instantly engulfed the invading demonic figure.
Lin Zixuan's heart was pounding and he was sweating like rain. He tried countless methods, but there was no reaction from the phantom mirror in the sea.
Suddenly, the blood species in his sea of consciousness continued to vibrate, stronger than ever before, and the aura it exuded was directed at the pendant in the space on his chest.
Lin Zixuan suddenly came to his senses. He quickly opened the pendant and took out the mysterious fragment.
When the aura noticed the fluctuation of the mysterious fragment again, it was extremely excited. It seemed like a fish in water, quickly wrapped around it, and then began to eat away at it. The black iron sheet melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, the iron block disappeared completely, leaving only black fragments the size of fingernails floating in the air. Lin Zixuan looked at it, and his heart beat rapidly. He realized that the aura on the black fragments in front of him was the same as the black and white blood in his body.
source!!
When he was surprised, the breath rolled him back into his body. His body trembled, and he felt the fluctuations from the black and white blood in his body, which was actually a bit stronger...
In the phantom mirror, the man kept sneering, and the golden glow on his body was even stronger, overwhelmingly restraining the incoming shadows.
His eyes were like cold lightning, staring at the black fog in front of him, and shouted coldly: "Kill me, are you worthy?"
Suddenly, his eyes suddenly shrank, and the black mist in front of him began to grow, and the shadow outside the golden glow also solidified a bit. Under his horrified gaze, it broke through the golden glow like a sharp blade and went straight to every part of his body.
"Is this...?" He showed fear, and the overwhelming demonic energy rushed towards the shadows like a river, but it was to no avail. The countless shadows were like gangrene attached to the bones and could not be shaken off.
"Swallow..." He murmured feebly, and the blood on his face dissipated crazily, turning into a terrifying pale color. He fell on his back, and then the phantom greedily grabbed and nibbled...
Outside the mirror, the entire palace was shaking violently. Lin Zixuan felt that the sky was falling and the earth was falling. Like everyone else, his body was swaying uncontrollably.
There was only a "tearing" sound in his ears, and countless demonic figures disappeared out of thin air. The next moment, Lin Zixuan felt that the world was spinning, and the spiritual energy in his body seemed to be imprisoned. Under such intense rotation, he was shaken so much that he could not even open his eyes.
, let alone maintaining balance.
"I'm such a fucking grandma." Su Fucai finally couldn't help it and swore loudly. His internal organs were shaking violently, he was dizzy, and he couldn't help but feel extremely sick.
Finally, after shaking for ten minutes, the palace came to a standstill. Lin Zixuan woke up from his stupor. He opened his eyes and looked around, and he was extremely surprised. What kind of majestic palace was that? Instead, it was an abandoned ruins with ruins everywhere.
.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the dark iron rod standing on the altar in the center of the ruins.
After a while, everyone woke up one after another. The young man in black put one hand on the ground and glanced at the iron bar on the altar. He couldn't help but get up from the ground, like an eagle, and reached out to grab the iron bar on the altar.
Just as he was about to succeed, a long sword stabbed those arms as fast as a flash of light.
"Dang Dang Dang"
There was a clear sound of the collision of gold and stone, and the young man in black clothes was shaken and retracted his hands, staring at Li Yunlan in front of him with a pair of emotionless eyes.
At this time, in this tense situation, a slight cough caused everyone to turn their attention. Yan Haochen stepped forward, and the majestic breath hit everyone. The person who was slightly ahead was knocked back a few steps, and his face was...
, showing a look of incredible shock.
"Sixth level of blood spirit?" The person who retreated was surprised.
The people around him took a breath of air, and even Li Yunlan cautiously took a step back and stared at him. After all, although the palace disappeared, the Nine Dragons Spirit Formation was still there, and the power of the seal that penetrated into his body made him
He was extremely unwell, and his strength could only produce the fifth level of blood spirit.
Yan Haochen looked at everyone triumphantly and chuckled, "My master has something that can block the penetration of the Nine Spirit Dragon Formation, so I accept this black iron rod for you."
He dodged, raised two fingers in the air, and saw two fireballs the size of fists exploded in front of Li Yunlan and the young man in black. He looked at the frightened expressions of the two men, raised the corners of his mouth, stepped in the air, and grabbed the black iron rod.
, and then violently... pull it up!!
Suddenly, stone chips continued to fall outside the altar, and extremely strong black evil energy erupted from the altar. The evil energy surged into the sky like a tide, turning into a terrifying and ferocious demonic face.
The pair of stern eyes with the aura of death looked at the crowd, and the demonic power was so powerful that everyone involuntarily bowed their heads and knelt down in worship. Suddenly, the face suddenly spoke, and the voice was low and humming, like countless strange voices blended together.
"For hundreds of years in the world of mortals, in all heavens and in all realms, all immortals, monsters, ghosts and gods, who admire the power of my demon god, kowtow in worship, and sacrifice their souls, the origin of demon spirits and the method of eternal life are at their fingertips." (To be continued)