Three hundred and fortieth chapters of the spirit mirror
Chapter 345: Spiritual Mirror
The two of them didn't know how powerful this guy was, but its tenacious vitality alone was staggering. It was still alive and well after being frozen for millions of years.
Now that it broke out of the ban, it naturally wanted to seek revenge on the two of them.
"Now that we have finished telling the whole story, all human beings must die."
The demon's eyes flashed red, and violent energy poured out. The head in the middle opened its mouth and spurted out a ball of blood the size of an egg.
Li Yaotian was shocked and turned pale, and quickly sacrificed his own magic weapon. Wang Hu did not dare to neglect, stretched out his hand, and the writing brush also glowed with inspiration, hovering above his head.
The Jade Scale Formation also returned to Lin Xuan.
A trace of ridicule flashed in the eyes of the demon, and the blood suddenly expanded, split into three, and each formed a strange-looking magic weapon. It looked like a spear and a bit like a sword. It should be an ancient weapon from millions of years ago. Already.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he mixed his own essence and blood with spiritual power and gathered it into a magic weapon. This kind of magical power, let alone a cultivator, even the weird skills of a demon cultivator pale in comparison.
The demon clan is indeed famous, so it seems that I should be careful.
Seeing the blood-red magic weapon flying toward them, Li Yaotian and Wang Hu quickly made magic formulas with their hands, and controlled the flying swords and writing brushes respectively to meet it.
Lin Xuan was also about to use the Blue Scale Formation to meet the enemy, but suddenly he felt something strange coming from the spiritual energy around him. Without thinking about it carefully, Lin Xuan exerted force on his feet and floated out almost like a conditioned reflex.
A red light as thick as a thumb passed by as fast as lightning, and with a pop, it punched a small hole in the stone wall next to it.
Lin Xuan only felt a numbness in his scalp. If he hadn't had a strong spiritual consciousness, he would have almost fallen into a trap!
Lin Xuan turned around with lingering fear, only to find that the red light was not something like a magic spell, but a blood-red tentacle.
It missed a hit and quickly retracted into the earth.
No wonder the demon allowed Li Yaotian to explain the whole story clearly. It turned out that it was setting a trap and wanted to invite you into the urn.
The attack just now was also to attract the attention of the three people. Lin Xuan turned around with a gloomy expression, and the smell of blood wafted into his nose.
Li Yaotian lowered his head and looked at the tentacle piercing his chest. His face was full of unwillingness.
He was a master at the Dan Condensation stage, but he died inexplicably.
His heart was full of reluctance, and he still had a blood feud, so he walked like this, under the Nine Springs, how to meet the ancestors of the Huoling Sect.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, blood fell to the ground, and he felt that his strength was being rapidly drained from his body.
What ambitions and grand plans have all turned into dust at this moment.
With a "pop" sound, the tentacle was withdrawn, taking away the golden elixir that he had cultivated for hundreds of years.
The blood from Li Yaotian's mouth spurted out wildly, and he fell heavily. He died with his eyes closed. On the other side, Wang Hu's ending was the same.
The tentacle put the golden elixir into its mouth, and the demon chewed it loudly. The skin all over its body was so red that it looked like it was dripping blood.
Then it raised its head and looked at Lin Xuan with an unkind expression.
This young man was able to escape, which really surprised him.
He was just a kid in the early stage of condensation. He didn't take it seriously. All humans deserved death.
Lin Xuan did not speak. The hatred between humans and demons cannot be resolved with a few words. Now that they have met, the only way is to fight to the death.
Lin Xuan patted the storage bag and offered the Piaoyunluoxue Sword.
At the same time, he flicked his big sleeves and the Xiaoyao Fan flew above his head, releasing a layer of cyan light.
Ripples appeared in the sky, and Yue'er appeared in front of Lin Xuan holding a magic flag.
However, this is not all Lin Xuan's means. He flipped his left hand and a simple-looking mirror suddenly appeared in his palm.
"Soul-Photography Mirror. Who are you, the Soul-Photography Ancestor?"
Lin Xuan's series of actions already made the demon a little stunned. How could a mere cultivator at the Dan Condensation stage have so many means and treasures? When he touched the precious mirror in his hand, his expression changed drastically, and there was a trace of resentment in his eyes. .
Lin Xuan's heart moved. This spiritual mirror was obtained from the ancient mines in Qingye Mountain. It was a treasure left by the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage. Lin Xuan didn't know who its original owner was, but listening to the demon's tone, Have you ever suffered a big loss from this treasure?
Lin Xuan sneered. Naturally, he was not in the mood to explain to the other party. He raised his left hand and poured spiritual power into his palm. Suddenly, more than ten fist-sized balls of light were sprayed out from the mirror, whizzing and killing the opponent.
Seeing this, the expression on the demon's face became extremely solemn. Its three heads turned around at the same time, its mouth opened wide, and dozens of balls of blood spurted out from it.
When the two came into contact, they exploded immediately.
The strong smell of blood spread in the air, and the blood light was like brown sugar, entangled in the black light group ejected from the spiritual mirror. Soon, the colors of the two became lighter together, and they died together, and were extinguished together. Already.
Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's brows couldn't help but be covered with a layer of gloom.
After obtaining these ancient treasures in Qingye Mountain, he studied them all in detail.
Putting aside everything else, the power of this spiritual mirror is absolutely unparalleled.
Once entangled in the light group it sprays out, whether it is a magic weapon or the monk himself, a large amount of spiritual power will be lost. This feature also makes ordinary five-element spells useless when facing this black light group. They were all beaten to death.
These bloody lights could actually die together with the spirit-absorbing light group, which was really beyond Lin Xuan's expectation.
On the contrary, when the demon saw this result, he breathed a sigh of relief. In ancient times, it had fought against the Ancestor of Photographing Spirits, and the result was a huge defeat. If it had not used a secret method that damaged its true essence, I am afraid that it would have lost its battle. Even my life will be sent there!
It still has fresh memories of the power of this treasure and is extremely frightened.
Fortunately, the young man in front of him has a relatively low level of cultivation. The power of this treasure can only be exerted at two or three levels, but even so, it does not dare to tangle with Lin Xuan.
The Samsara Blood Group I used just now consumed a lot of real energy.
The first fight between the two could be said to be evenly matched. After Lin Xuan's eyes turned cold, he injected mana from his left hand into the ancient mirror again.
So what if the opponent's blood groups are quite powerful? I want to see how much mana he has to use this magical power.
Even if it is consumed, it will be consumed to death.
Lin Xuan had his own plan, and the demon was preparing for his wishful thinking. He waved his six arms up and down and muttered spells.
The language was so obscure that Lin Xuan couldn't even understand a single syllable. It might be the language of ancient times.
Seeing the opponent's action, Lin Xuan didn't panic and used the spiritual mirror. He stretched out his right hand and pointed the fairy sword towards his head.
After a clear cry, Piaoyunluoxue Sword, mixed with endless cold air, shot towards the opponent.