[Jian San Hologram] No. 007

The bloody, earthy and scorched smell mixed into a pungent and unpleasant smell, rushing from the nasal cavity to the top of the sky, making people dizzy for a while.

Ming Yuzhe covered his nose and coughed suppressedly, his eyes were a little dark, he couldn't tell if it was the color of the charred corpse or his eyes were dazzled.

The blackness in front of him gradually expanded, and finally Ming Yuzhe couldn't see anything, and all the voices also disappeared at this moment.

Darkness, dead silence, for a while Ming Yuzhe couldn't even feel his own existence, as if floating in the void, becoming a ghost that was about to dissipate.

He groped and pressed his slightly trembling fingers on his chest, touched the half-healed scar on his chest with his fingertips, and plucked it down violently!

The tender new flesh on the wound was dug out immediately, and blood flowed out from his fingers. The severe pain made his mind quickly become clear, and purple flames emerged from the wound on his chest, quickly spreading to his whole body, killing He wraps up.

Ming Huo became the only light source in the darkness, Ming Yuzhe panted slightly, his hands dripping with blood were hanging down tiredly by his side, and he closed his eyes.

He had just closed his eyes when he heard footsteps that were not in a hurry.

The footsteps were not very clear, it seemed that there was still a wall between them, Ming Yuzhe opened his eyes, and heard someone talking behind the wall.

"...Yu Zhe is still young, how old is he? Are you treating him like this?"

"The younger you are, the younger you are, the more suitable you are for cultivating the Underworld Fire."

"Yueyan, he is your apprentice!"

"Apprentice? It's just a container for keeping the underworld fire..."

The conversation faded away, and Ming Yuzhe knelt quietly, staring straight at the mirror in front of him, and at himself in the mirror.

It was a very large floor-to-ceiling mirror, with a bronze frame and base, carved with lifelike ghosts and ghosts. The mirror surface was very smooth, and the silhouettes reflected were so clear that people could not tell the real from the fake.

In the mirror, Ming Yuzhe saw her reflection in a black brocade dress, three layers of single clothes, dark red moiré collar, deep purple flames and pictures of ghosts embroidered on the sleeves and hem of the outer robe, gorgeous and weird, Elegant and sinister, it weighed heavily on a thin body that was less than ten years old.

He stared at the mirror, thinking about the conversation he had just heard, thinking that the old man's voice was like this when he was young, and it was quite nice.

When he was picked up by Ming Anzhi in the orphanage back then, Ming Anzhi was already a vicissitudes old man, with graying temple hair, wrinkles on his face, and a hoarse voice, but his unhurried bookish air never changed. .

"Oh, who the hell is the container." Ming Yuzhe sneered shortly, with clear and firm eyes, stood up from the ground, walked to the mirror, paused every word, and gritted his teeth, "I am his apprentice, he The only heir, his son. You are that stupid pen, rushing to make up here and tamper with my memory?!"

He walked step by step, the long hem of his clothes dragging on the ground, making a soft rustling sound, his thin figure stretched rapidly, and turned into a tall and elegant boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pale face, red eyes, and a sneer Sometimes beautiful and fierce.

"The person who raised me is Ming Anzhi, Ming Yuzhe Ming, understand you silly pen!"

The flames condensed into a long knife, cut through the void in the darkness, and roared towards the bronze mirror of hundreds of ghosts!

The head of the evil spirit on the mirror frame spewed out black smoke, covering the entire mirror in the blink of an eye. When the long knife plunged into the black smoke, it was like sinking into a swamp. It was so soft that it couldn't be cut at all. Ninety percent.

The underworld fire dissipated suddenly, Mingyu folded his hands and retreated to avoid the black smoke, suddenly a white light appeared in front of his eyes, which made him close his eyes subconsciously, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

He listened vigilantly to the movement around him until his eyes came back, then he lowered his arms and opened his eyes.

There is no longer darkness in front of him, the light has become sufficient, and there is a feeling of cold and nervous paleness. Countless floor-to-ceiling mirrors surround him, densely packed from far and near, reflecting countless identical figures. Even if they move, they move too, and they feel dizzy just by looking at them, and they can't even tell which one is the real self, making people involuntarily lost in the mirror array.

However, Ming Yuzhe smiled lightly, thinking that Ming Anzhi's calculations against Ye Mingsha were really exhaustive, and all the methods he used were within the old man's expectation, making his methods always full of flaws.

What a dreadful old man.

An invisible aura surged up from Ming Yuzhe's body, covering him, and even the images around him became somewhat distorted in the aura.

There was no longer a throbbing on his chest, and the half-dried blood seemed to be absorbed by something, and disappeared quickly, followed by a faint purple trace.

That kind of purple is not like the bruise of blood stasis, but a more transparent and radiant purple. Like a flame, it rises from his heart, crawls across the collarbone, and winds up the side of his neck.

As the purple seal of the flame meanders, the figures reflected in the mirror also quickly disappear, and finally there are only gray shadows left, not even human-shaped, staring at him sinisterly.

The gray shadows crawled out of the mirror, stretched out a pair of slender hands that looked like spider claws, and grabbed them!

The gray shadows crawling out of the mirror covered the sky like a plague of locusts, even if the underworld fire could burn them to nothing, they still pounced on them one after another, crazily stretching out their claws to wrap around him, trying to drag him in. in the mirror.

Ming Yuzhe was almost submerged by the gray shadows all over the sky, Ming Huo propped up a solid protective shield for him, and the long flame knife slashed fiercely, making him stand invincible in the dense gray shadows, one against ten thousand.

The gray shadow that touched the underworld fire screamed and turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in the void. The smoke shadow became more and more dense, and the picture in front of him was chaotic. The body shape began to become mechanical.

"Master!!"

Suddenly the voice of a terrified and trembling girl came, Ming Yuzhe was startled, and quickly turned her head to look, only to see Qu Nange's figure appearing from the endless gray shadows, struggling in a panic, and being dragged into the mirror bit by bit.

"Nan..." Mingyu took a step forward, then stopped suddenly, remembering that Qu Nange's soul should be in that tower at this time, but his pause gave Huiying an opportunity to take advantage of it. A wisp of gray mist took the opportunity to pierce up from a dead corner, piercing through the stellar energy forcefully, and scratched his arm before being burned by the underworld fire!

Ming Yuzhe's breathing was stagnant, and his arm hurt so badly that he almost couldn't even hold on to the underworld fire.

I don't know what method Ye Mingsha used to create these gray shadows. When touched by it, it is like being boned and scraped by a blunt knife, and the whole body trembles in pain.

Ming Yu folded his arms and turned from offense to defense. The underworld fire was like an eggshell, or like a luminous pearl, emitting a faint gleam in the endless gray shadows, sticking abruptly and tenaciously in the gray shadows.

The black boots stepped on the ground and landed silently.

There is endless darkness all around, except for black, there is no variegated color, walking here is like soaking in ink.

Ling Qi stopped and walked in the darkness, turning a corner occasionally, walking firmly, without rushing.

He didn't know how he got here, it seemed that his luck suddenly improved.

Originally, he was supposed to be dragged into the infinite illusion by the opened north door, but he reacted quickly. The moment the door closed, he broke free from the frozen state, and cut off the black tentacles that were pulling him with a backhand sword.

His sword was made by Ming Yuzhe with him. The scabbard, sword tassel, and body of the sword have spell patterns, which can be used for offense and defense, and it is very effective against some messy things.

After cutting off the tentacles, he triggered the hidden rune on the spike of the sword, perfectly dodged the next unknown attack, and then fell into this black hole-like ghost place from the windy woods with his feet empty.

It was dark, dead silent, and dull here, Ling Qi almost thought he was blind, until the sword in his hand shimmered white, he finally calmed down a little, and walked forward cautiously while counting with his fingers.

His calculation ability was almost brought to the limit here, allowing him to walk smoothly in the black hole, and the foreign objects lurking in the darkness were not triggered at all.

I don't know how long I walked, and I don't know how many times I calculated, thin beads of sweat appeared on Ling Qi's forehead, and his knees ached a little from walking, before a door appeared in front of him.

Or rather a mirror, the bronze frame is engraved with evil ghosts. At first glance, it looks like a group of evil spirits are about to crawl out from behind the door, so vivid and eerie.He stepped forward and tentatively poked his sword on the mirror surface where the dark light was flowing, and a section of the sword tip directly sank into the mirror surface.

Ling Qi was taken aback for a moment, then calculated again, and after making sure that there was no danger, he walked into the mirror cautiously.

The feeling of walking through the mirror...is nothing special, it's like entering a room with the thermostat turned on from outside in summer, the oppressive heat turns to cool and comfortable, and even breathing becomes smoother.

Ling Qi squinted his eyes and knew at the first sight that he had left the world in the mirror after adapting to the light.

The picture in front of him is no longer the gloomy red tone in the mirror, but the color that the normal world should have, but the place where he is standing now is not normal.

Ling Qi looked at the huge laboratory in front of him. The laboratory made of special materials looked like a natural silver-gray metal box, with no trace of the interface, and there were nearly a hundred glass containers neatly placed in the laboratory. It was a light red liquid, and a soundless human body. There seemed to be some strange runes in the container, and there were eyeball-like things floating in the liquid in several of the containers.

He walked over lightly and looked over one by one.

Each container has a number, but No. 71, [-] and [-] are empty, No. [-], [-] and [-] are still there, No. [-] is also empty, and No. [-] is still there, and No. [-] is empty again.

Ling Qi looked at it for a while, and figured out something.

These are probably the bodies that Ye Mingsha used to seize the body for himself. The bodies that failed to seize the body or had problems after use will be returned to the container to soak and made into corpse puppets. The corpse puppets who intercepted him just now are probably one or two. No. 71, No. [-], [-] and [-] have not been successfully refined, and the vacated No. [-]... should have been his position, and No. [-] may be Ye Mingsha's current body.

Looking at the body that was about to be refined into a corpse puppet, Ling Qi lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly let out a soft snort, pressed a black gemstone on the hilt, and took out a thin brush from the hilt .

He slowly sketched on the outer wall of the container. He hesitated at first, and drew very slowly. After a few drawings, he became smoother and faster and faster.

He doesn't know how to refine corpse puppets, but he knows how to destroy them.

In Yueyan's notebook, he recorded many spells and runes that he figured out by himself. Although he didn't specify which one could destroy the corpse puppet technique, he was talented and could comprehend it by himself.

He drew runes on all the containers soaked in corpses in one go, and after drawing the last one, he put the small brush back into the hilt of his sword, took out a bright jade pendant with bells and jade folds from his bosom, wrapped it around his hand, and then Made a trick.

"Heaven and earth have spirits, so listen to my voice. Puppets are wicked, they should be destroyed. Please use your strength to punish the filth and wipe out the traces. Hurry up like a law!"

Ding--

The jade bell rang clearly, and the faint sound of thunder echoed in the closed research room.

Amidst the dull thunder, the runes on the container began to glow, and the lightning flashed, seeping into the container from the outer wall, and imprinted on the corpse inside.

The liquid in the container seemed to be boiling, rolling and bubbling, and the corpse soaked in it quickly turned into a handful of black ash and scattered into the solution.

Ling Qi wiped off his sweat, thinking that Yueyan's handwriting is really terrifyingly powerful, and he will read it a few more times when the matter is over.

After confirming that all the corpses in the container had turned into ashes, Ling Qi turned and walked towards the bronze mirror of Hundred Ghosts that was incompatible with the laboratory as a whole.

The mirror here should not be a real dark mirror, but it can't be left behind. Just as Ling Qi was about to draw his sword, a purple light suddenly flashed across the mirror, and a figure fell out of it.

Just as Ling Qi was about to hide, he suddenly found that figure seemed familiar, so he quickly reached out and pulled the figure into his arms.

Almost at the same time as he hugged him, a cold hand pinched his neck!

"Jade fold!"

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