[Jian San Hologram] No. 007

The familiar breath and temperature made Ming Yu startled, and when she loosened her tightly clasped fingers, her chaotic eyes finally regained some clarity.

"Ling Qi..." He opened his mouth and tried a few times before he managed to make a sound. His voice was as hoarse as if he just ran out of the fire.

Ling Qi lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the lips, hugged him and comforted him in a low voice, "It's me, I'm fine, it's safe here..."

Ming Yuzhe's reaction was a little slow, and he looked up at Ling Qi for a long time, the hand stuck around his neck loosened and tightened, and finally closed his eyes forcefully, and then slowly lowered his hand and hugged his waist.

"Damn..." he cursed weakly, buried his face in Ling Qi's chest and took a deep breath, "After cutting down so many fakes, one of them is finally real..."

"Huh?" Ling Qi was a little puzzled, but seeing that he was so tired that he couldn't stand it, he didn't ask any more questions, but just hugged him tighter.

Ming Yuzhe leaned all his weight on Ling Qi, rested for a while, raised his head and asked, "Where is this place?"

"One of Ye Mingsha's laboratories."

Mingyu nodded her head, glanced around the laboratory, then turned her head and kissed Ling Qi on the cheek: "Good job!"

Ling Qi pursed his lips and smiled, and suddenly found that Mingyu's folded skirt was torn, with obvious blood stains, his face sank again, "Are you injured?"

"It's okay, it's healed." Mingyu folded and pulled the skirt, showed him her fully healed chest, stood up straight, turned around and found a hundred ghost mirror, and the dark fire in her hand immediately ignited up.

Ling Qi still put his hand on his waist, lowered his head and said softly: "This is not the mirror."

"I know." Mingyu patted the hands on the waist, walked to the mirror and looked at it, "but this is also related to the mirror."

He walked to the mirror, raised his hand, and the flames from his fingertips quickly rolled onto the mirror, burning blazingly.

The temperature of Minghuo is cool to Ming Yuzhe and Ling Qi, but it is an unbearable high temperature for things related to Yinming. The Hundred Ghost Mirror wrapped by Minghuo melts at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ferocious ghost's head became more and more distorted when it melted, and it even gave people the illusion of howling.

Ming Yuzhe had tinnitus, stepped back two steps and rubbed his ears, looked at the mirror melting in the flames, frowning.

Ling Qi also knew what he was thinking, so he took out the jade chips on his body to do divination in situ, raised his head and said, "He's still in the mirror."

"Can you figure out where he will come from?"

"I'll try..." Ling Qi picked up the jade chip, took a breath, and then divination again, but just as the jade chip was put down, it shattered with a bang.

Ye Mingsha also has a hole card, Ling Qi's current strength is not enough to compete with him, but Ming Yuzhe who can compete with him has no talent in divination.

"Forget it." Mingyu breathed out, "Since you can't measure it, then forget it and try my luck."

Ling Qi looked up at him and nodded.

In the mirror world, Ye Mingsha stood in the ruins of the high tower, looked at the only remaining tower and the raging dark fire around the tower, frowned and exhaled slowly.

He tried to break through the firewall, but the defense left by Ming Yuzhe was too thick, if he tried to break through by force, half of his life would be consumed.

A group of living souls is not worth his consumption.

The red light in the mirror world became more and more muddy, and there was something wriggling vaguely in the shadows. He looked back and saw the black shadow in the distance crawling on the ground and crawling towards him.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the black figure crawling to his feet, and gave a short laugh, "Oh, let's go."

In the shadows, countless gray and black figures crawled out of the shadows, like ghosts crawling out of an abyss, one after another, densely packed, following behind Ye Mingsha.

Under the cloudy sky, a Yin Soldier wearing a tattered cloak and hands like a sickle gradually took shape. Ye Mingsha looked at the Yin Soldier he had forged, but there was no excitement in his eyes, and he was still somewhat dispirited. He thought to himself, When he establishes a real underworld and controls the cycle of life and death in the world, then no one will dare to say a typo in what he has done.

Back then, Yue Yan revived metaphysics, but he refused to rebuild Yin Ming, saying that the world is prone to chaos.What he dare not do, Ye Mingsha dares.

"It's better to be messy, isn't it?" Ye Mingsha smiled lowly, raised his hand and swiped in the void, a mirror of Hundred Ghosts appeared out of thin air, shimmering, he raised his legs and walked over, approaching the mirror , out of the mirror world.

call out--

There was an extremely subtle sound of piercing through the air, and Ye Mingsha immediately turned his head, raised his hand and flicked his fingers, the metal piece on the glove hit the blade of the sword piercing through the air, and there was a long and clear ding.

The blade of the sword receded quickly, followed by a slender white hand, with two fingers closed together like a sword, purple light flowing from the fingertips, slashing towards the bronze frame.

Ye Mingsha turned his wrist suddenly, pressed towards that hand, and slapped it away!

And the hand that was slapped away by him moved upwards, and scratched the bronze frame diagonally above with one finger!

boom! ! ! !

There was a loud explosion, and the bronze mirror frame was torn apart. Ye Mingsha, who was standing at the junction of the two worlds, stretched out his arms, and the fierce wind howled. A huge gray-black hole appeared in the void and was torn apart by the black smoke.

A large number of Yin soldiers floated out from the entrance of the cave, and the sky and the earth were dark for a moment, and a biting cold wind blew up on the flat ground.

Surrounded by Yin soldiers, Ye Mingsha was dressed in blue and white, and was particularly conspicuous among the gray Yin soldiers. Standing in front of the cave, he held the scimitar behind his back with his backhand, swung his arm horizontally, and blocked the split head from above. With one foot stepped on, the scimitar sank suddenly, and a gust of hot air spread from above in an instant, overturning the surrounding Yin soldiers with a whistling sound.

Suddenly there was a large open space around, Ye Mingsha turned sideways and tilted the knife, the sharp blade slashed across the black boots, the tip of the knife went straight up, pointing at the gentle and delicate face.

Ding--

The tip of the knife was flicked away, Ming Yuzhe leaned over to reach for his hand, flicked away the scimitar with one finger, then turned his wrist, supported Ye Mingsha's wrist from bottom to top, fastened it instantly, and twisted his waist in mid-air, Sweep across your legs!

His legs were long and straight, and his sweeping posture was so fierce that there was a gust of wind. Ye Mingsha immediately raised his leg and bumped it, making a muffled bang, blocking the blow.

The two confronted each other for only a moment, and Ming Yuzhe took advantage of Ye Mingsha's kicking force to turn over and sweep up, and threw himself directly into the black hole behind Ye Mingsha, raised his hand to grab it fiercely, and a flame burst out between his five fingers , Block the entire hole!

Ye Mingsha turned around abruptly, raised his scimitar and pointed at Ming Yuzhe, the wind around him stopped for a while, and the half-closed Yin Soldier opened his blood-red eyes, and dragged a pair of huge sickles towards Ming Yuzhe. over!

"Ah."

Mingyu breathed out a foul breath, stretched out his hand to grab from the fire beside him, grabbed a long flaming whip, raised his hand and flicked it violently, the whip swished past, and with a crackling sound, the first batch of smoldering whips were blown away. The soldiers cut off their waists!

The flame whip is like a crazy and agile giant python, crushing countless Yin soldiers while rolling, and the fine sparks splash, and if it touches a little bit, it can spread into a large piece of fire and burn blazingly.

What annoys Ye Mingsha most is the virus-like characteristic of Minghuo, which cannot be touched at all. Looking at the hole blocked by a huge fireball, the hand holding the handle of the knife is slightly clenched. The shattered Yin soldiers didn't hesitate for a second, turned around and left, raised their hands and snapped their fingers, a group of Yin soldiers rushed in, floated behind him, and went to surround Ming Yuzhe one after another.

The dark world became brighter again, and the shadows became clearer.

Ye Mingsha walked backwards among the densely packed yin soldiers, and more yin soldiers crawled out of the shadows under his feet.

Not only Yin soldiers, but also other things.

The wet female ghost slowly got up, the baby corpse with thin limbs and a huge head cried softly, and the squid-like monster with a human face waving its slender tentacles came out of the shadows...

His shadow is like a bottomless abyss, raising thousands of monsters. At this time, the restriction is lifted and the monsters come out of the cage.

The monster that crawled out of the shadow quickly crawled around, while the Yin soldiers lined up neatly, followed behind Ye Mingsha, and stood by with their eyes closed.

Flame whips waved to tear through the air, the wind screamed, sparks splashed, Mingyu, who was surrounded by Yin soldiers, turned around and kicked the human-faced spider that was rushing towards him, the whip slammed down, and there was a bang! , directly exploded the head of a squid with a human face, and a stream of black mucus with strong corrosive power sprayed out.

He jumped up, dodging the spray of mucus and the scythe that slashed at his calf. The moment he soared into the air, a pair of flame wings spread out from behind him, and the soft long whip swung back, turning into a sheet of paper in an instant. Huge bow.

Mingyu stepped on the bow with one foot, pulled the string with both hands, three flaming long arrows took shape in the blink of an eye, and shot out the moment he let go!Pointing at Ye Mingsha!

Rumbling--

The ground trembled, and a heavily armored soldier holding a shield and a gun rose from the shadows, stood behind Ye Mingsha, raised his shield, and stood on the ground with a bang.

Three long flaming arrows collided with the shield, making three loud bangs, and the flames poured in all directions like sea waves. The black shield exploded with a bang, and even the heavily armored soldiers fell into the sea of ​​flames, shattering every inch of them in the flames.

Ye Mingsha stopped suddenly, turned around and squinted his eyes, and made a tactic with one hand. A slight wind blew up under his feet, and the shadow quickly spread and spread, turning into a reflection of a bronze mirror. More and more monsters came from that area. Crawl out of the shadows.

And Ming Yuzhe cut his fingertips at the same time, flicked the blood drop, opened his arms, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and a scent of ink permeated the air.

The surrounding scene began to change, starting from the flowers, plants and stones on the ground, to the trees and houses, all became black and white, the whole world was distorted for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the appearance of ink painting, no matter how lifelike the scenery was, it was still black and white, with The appearance drawn by the pen is illusory and has no sense of reality.

The ink on the ground outlined in ink surged, and rows of cavalry appeared like ink paintings, followed by infantry, chariots, and shield soldiers.

Ye Mingsha suddenly laughed among the ghost soldiers, ghosts and animals, "So that's how it is."

Senluo Mingjing, Vientiane Danqing.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to end this chapter _(:з」∠)_ but I seem to be too procrastinating QAQ Guobaa!