I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

Above the azure sea, layers of frozen waves were like mirrors, reflecting Zhang Hao's figure.

Then this reflection is not an ordinary refraction, but contains a terrible mirror curse.

It can swap the virtual and the real, turning the monk into a reflection in the mirror. It is an extremely terrifying and strange curse!

For example, at this moment, Zhang Hao, who was severely attacked, felt as if his body was torn apart. The magic power in his dantian was eroded by a cold breath, and the consciousness in his soul gradually began to become blurred.

"No!"

Zhang Hao roared and resisted desperately.

But even so, he still felt that his soul and mana were constantly draining into these mirror images.

In this world, energy and spirit are the foundation of monks. Once they are completely plundered or lost, they will become like a walking corpse, or even die directly!

And targeting the spirit has always been the key to the curse!

At the same time, the reflection on the ice mirror on the sea became more and more real and agile, lifelike, as if it was coming to life!

"This mirror curse is very special."

On the curse altar, Lin Chen was not in a hurry to take action, but was observing and analyzing with a cold eye.

"The common method of cursing is to use the breath of a monk to interfere with the [Qi] in the three treasures of spirit, energy, and spirit of others, thereby achieving various effects such as spells and curses."

"And this mirror curse not only targets Qi, but also targets gods. The power of the monk's soul will be absorbed into the mirror, and it will also steal the consciousness and memory of living people!"

"Zhang Hao's aura has been ingested. You can use the same-breath soul-cursing method to reversely remove it. The soul can be recalled using the soul-stirring method. However, you still have to create a fake body to withstand the opponent's key blow and escape the lock. …”

In an instant, Lin Chen determined the solution and took action without hesitation!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Continuous explosions suddenly sounded in the venue, and the soul fire on the altar suddenly crackled and exploded.

Under the green light, pale and illusory ghosts appeared one after another, densely packed, covering the entire altar.

Then, they all looked at Zhang Hao, opened their mouths, and shouted in unison.

"Zhang Hao!"

"Zhang Hao!"

"Zhang Hao!"

At this moment, all the ghosts were shouting, and their voices were intertwined layer by layer, echoing throughout the world like heavy waves.

This is - The Conjuring!

Zhang Hao, whose consciousness was constantly blurring, seemed to have a very kind and familiar figure appearing in front of him the moment the voice sounded. And as it became clearer, his consciousness gradually began to wake up!

Soon, he realized that it was Lin Chen who took action.

"Senior brother..."

Zhang Hao reluctantly opened his eyes and said.

In order to fight against the curse, he had tried his best. If Lin Chen didn't take action, he could only try to let Shu Lao control his body again.

But there is a certain price to pay for allowing aliens to control the body, not to mention that it only prolongs the time and cannot truly solve the Nascent Soul Curse.

Therefore, Lin Chen had to take action himself!

"Calm down, focus on yourself, and leave the rest to me."

Lin Chen said lightly.

Immediately afterwards, on the altar, flesh and blood, spirit stones, and souls flew out one after another, and after blending, they finally formed soul lamps.

Seven lamps were placed next to Zhang Hao in the position of seven stars.

Between the interlacing lights, a blurry image appeared vaguely in mid-air.

And as time went by, the image began to become clearer and clearer.

The image is very blurry, but it can be vaguely seen that it shows a room full of bronze mirrors from top to bottom, left and right.

This is...the location of the Nascent Soul monk!

"The moment Sakumoto pursues the source and erases the breath, there will inevitably be a counterattack, but that is also the most critical moment to get rid of the lock..."

Lin Chen's eyes moved and he flicked his fingers.

On Zhang Hao and him, there were two drops of blood on the chest, half of the mana in the dantian, and a trace of the soul was divided, and they fell into the altar one after another.

Then under the influence of a mysterious force, two bloody stand-in dolls were finally formed!

"It's time..."

At this moment, Lin Chen's eyes were sharp and he took action brazenly.

He pinched the magic formula in his hand and chanted in his mouth:

"Seven stars pursue life, and the same breath curses the soul, edict!"

Immediately, an invisible wave surged out, rushing into the darkness!

…

other side.

Somewhere in the East China Sea.

On a spiritual mountain, in a cave.

The vermilion curtains, the bed full of embroidery, the eyebrow pencils ready for use, the bronze mirrors hanging all over the room, and the catkins flying outside the window... It looks like a woman's boudoir.

But the unique thing is that the layout of the room is not like ordinary people.

Instead, the middle line is used as the division. The layout on the left and right sides is almost symmetrical. They even have the same screen windows and the same willows flying outside the windows.

For a while, I am afraid that anyone who comes will not be able to tell which side is reality and which side is still a mirror image.

And strangely, there are hundreds of bronze mirrors placed in the room.

What is reflected on each bright mirror is not the scene of this room, but the spiritual boats sailing on the sea.

The bronze mirror in the center was constantly emitting a very faint stream of light, covering each bronze mirror, as if providing some kind of power support.

At this moment, in the empty room, suddenly, there was a crisp sound of a mirror breaking.

I saw a bronze mirror in the right room suddenly appeared with cracks, quickly spreading all over the body, as if it could break at any time.

But the next moment, a stream of light suddenly emerged from the bronze mirror in the center, forcibly maintaining it.

Then, a divine mind clone that had already left behind instantly came to its side and traced back to the source to counterattack.

At the same time, as if it had alarmed a certain existence, a sigh came from somewhere in the empty room:

"Interesting, someone actually broke my Dao domain projection, and it was not a certain Dao friend..."

As he spoke, a slender figure suddenly appeared on the bronze mirror in the center of the room.

She was wearing a light blue dress, her bare feet were flawless like white jade, her body was tall and slender, and she had an indescribable charm.

Of course, the most important thing was her face, with red lips pursed lightly, willow eyebrows slightly frowned, eyes full of sorrow, as if she wanted to smile but frowned, which was heartbreaking.

She seemed to sense something and sighed faintly.

Then, she seemed to walk in the mirror, from far to near, and finally occupied the entire mirror surface.

Then, she actually stretched out a hand, and then walked out of the mirror directly!

Her jade feet stepped on the cold floor, and then walked step by step to the broken bronze mirror, took it down, and stretched out her hand to scratch it.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao's somewhat blurred face appeared on the cracked mirror surface.

Then, it seemed to be affected by something, and it became blurry, as if it was going to completely dissipate.

"What a handsome man, with such ability, I wonder whose girl will be harmed in the future?"

But the female cultivator did not seem to be in a hurry. Instead, she looked at this face and sighed softly.

Then, she gently stroked the broken mirror, as if touching Zhang Hao's face, her eyelids drooped, and she whispered:

"I wonder if such a person can experience the fleeting youth?"

Her tone was very light, without any murderous intent, but mixed with a touch of sadness.

Then, the female cultivator in the mirror placed the broken bronze mirror on the dressing table and sang softly to it:

"I have seen all the pain of separation in the world, but I didn't expect to return, and the flowers are scattered like this."

She seemed to be complaining, and she seemed to be humming. As she spoke, the willow tree outside the window began to age rapidly, and the room seemed to have experienced decades of time in an instant, becoming dilapidated and vicissitudes.

"Under the flowers, we look at each other without a word, and the spring and the sky are both fading at the green window."

The bright light of the surrounding environment suddenly dimmed at this moment. As the light changed, Zhang Hao in the mirror and the female cultivator outside the mirror became uncertain in light and dark, and their shadows overlapped, as if they were slowly merging together in the light and shadow.

"Wait to tell the love story under the lamp, a new love, a thousand old hatreds."

The temperature seemed to drop suddenly, and the air was filled with an indescribable coldness. On the cracked bronze mirror, Zhang Hao's face suddenly showed an arc, his eyes were filled with sadness, as if he was alive.

No!

To be precise, it was not alive, but the mirror reflected the face of the person in front of him!

I don't know when, the face in the mirror and the face outside the mirror became exactly the same at this moment, all of them looked like Zhang Hao!

But his voice was more like a woman full of resentment!

"Zhang Hao" sang the last sentence of the spell softly, his voice was low and ethereal, like the last whisper in his ear before death.

"The most unretainable thing in the world--"

In an instant, the black hair turned white, the jade skin turned into rotten wood, the eyes turned from agile to turbid, and the body exuded a strong smell of decay!

"Zhu, Yan, Ci, Mirror, Hua, Ci, Shu!"

As if he was desperately shouting this sentence before dying, the next moment, "Zhang Hao" in this room suddenly changed.

Countless wrinkles appeared on his body, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face shrank, like a dead bone in a tomb, as if he had experienced hundreds of years in an instant!

After a short moment, it turned directly into a dry and rotten corpse, and finally turned into dust bit by bit, drifting away with the wind!

This is a terrifying curse, cast by a Yuanying cultivator, specifically targeting life span, and even simulated the legendary power of the five decays of heaven and man!

On the other side.

On the curse altar, a decayed, decaying, and dead air with the end of all things suddenly appeared in the field!

Any cultivator below the Jindan level who comes into contact with this would probably instantly age and decay, and die on the spot!

Lin Chen, who was fighting the curse, instantly became extremely solemn:

"Now!"