Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Leaving aside the crack that runs through the mirror surface, the mirror surface of the Shenjian Moon Soul Mirror is smooth and translucent, full of aura, dyeing the stone wall here with a layer of dazzling luster.

Shen Zhexue clenched the sword in his hand.

He even suspected that the palm-sized mirror controlled by Mr. Xiang in the outskirts of Langfeng City was just an imitation of the Moon Soul Mirror.

After all, compared to the artifact that created a huge illusion, the coercion of the twenty-foot-tall ancient artifact is almost overwhelming him, and he can only resist it by exerting all his spiritual power in his body.

Yan Yuanhan's cultivation base is much higher than that of Shen Zhexue, and he still shows awe in front of this artifact, not to mention Zhou Ling's body and bones that are no different from mortals now, as the Moon Soul Mirror approaches, his lips turn white and sweat profusely Even the edge wooden sword can't relieve it.

Enduring the pain, he was on the verge of falling, and suddenly a stronger spirit screen covered his whole body.

Zhou Ling was startled, but Yan Yuanhan by his side had already turned his head, staring at the row of puppets in white clothes.

Shi Yuan in the red bracelet also saw this scene from the outside world through Shen Zhexue's eyes, "Master, Langfeng City has been destroyed, and they are..." There is no further text at this point.

Shi Yuan probably also guessed the key point.

It is true that Langfeng City was destroyed, but the puppets in front of them once again lifted the Moon Soul Mirror to face the formation gate, as if they were charging into the formation.

This shows that they have found a new way to break the seal.

It can be compared to the power of the evil current in Langfeng City...

Shen Zhexue pursed her lips, and a heavy ominous feeling welled up in her heart.

Shi Yuan was silent for a while, and said, "It's their questioning of the world's creatures."

At first, Shen Zhexue felt that the number of people who asked the hexagrams this time was too large. If the ten hexagrams in the past were the emperor's son Jiang Xi in troubled times, representing the guidance of heaven to the world, and a resistance to the strange and fierce god of evil, then this It would be an exaggeration to ask the hexagrams for the second time.

Even though there are many restrictions before asking hexagrams, such as not asking about the situation of the world, not asking about life and death, and the duration of the question is limited to ten years, but people's words can be changed in many ways, and it does not have to be straightforward. ask.

The surging light in the Moon Soul Mirror is exactly the desire of all the people in the Sifang Realm who participated in the hexagram asking.

Contains complex emotions such as obsession, desire, covetousness, ambition, and blessings.

One thought is not enough, ten thousand thoughts can become a spirit.

"'Tian Dao' actually allowed them to do this?" Shen Zhexue asked in her heart.

The way of heaven he understands is more like destiny, but the way of heaven that Emperor Zi Jiangxi respects is more like the laws of this world, as if there is a cycle of cause and effect in nature, and blindly asking for it will inevitably pay a price.

The four directions have their own rules to maintain it, especially after the invasion of evil currents, the sense of existence of this rule is increasing day by day.

The old law of monks not being involved in the world of mortals was broken, and the aura had a new way of operation. The mutual generation and restraint between nature and creation, except for the inexplicable evil, the law is still stabilizing the situation in the world in different ways.

This is why whether it is a mirror array or a ghost array, it is necessary to rely on the power of magical illusions or other worlds.

A thought flashed in Shen Zhexue's mind, why the ghost power of the underworld in the ghost formation can be used as a source of power equivalent to the evil current, is there any other connection between them?

But in the current situation, he must not be able to pursue this answer.

The puppets stopped around the three masked puppets, moved away from the two, and then all knelt down on the ground, as if devoutly worshiping the gods.

The moon soul mirror fully illuminated the blood-colored tangle of flowers at the gate of the formation.

Heaven's restraint on Emperor Jiang Xi has weakened, or even the laws no longer have the ability to control their actions...

Shen Zhexue didn't have time to think about this, he lowered his voice and said, "We can't let them charge!"

Once the gate of the ancient seal is loosened, the evil flow from the inner seal will flow out, and the evil breath will scatter violently. At that time, when the emperor descends, the entire sect will have no survivors.

What's more, for the opening ceremony, more monks were gathered in the western realm than before. If they become evil and go crazy, I don't know how many tragedies will be caused.

Shen Zhexue couldn't tell how many evil currents were sealed behind this door, but according to the records of that Zhenxiu's handbook, the evil flow inside was by no means to the extent that he could purify it.

If the gate is completely destroyed, the consequences will be disastrous.

At this time, Shi Yuan made another even worse association.

"Master, the big formation formed by Emperor Zijiangxi is probably weaker than the other two formations. If it was necessary to activate the large formation back then, three simultaneous rings were required, then..."

The grand formation of Emperor Zijiangxi is not purely supported by the immemorial Fengxie seal, but it is also due to the effect of the Tianhe blood pool, the ancient lock.

Once the blood lock here is opened, maybe the opening of one large formation will make the seals of the other two large formations echo at the same time, becoming loose and easy to break.

Shen Zhexue looked at Yan Yuanhan suddenly, "Elder Yan, why did you choose to leave the battle today?"

Yan Yuanhan seemed to understand the reason, all his expressions seemed to be frozen, and he said: "It's not today."

The Taiqing sect sent Yan Yuanhan to come to the emperor to descend, and he was allowed to come and investigate. His every move should be discussed with Leng Sanqiu.

What he meant now was that today's resignation was not within the plan.

"Three days later." Yan Yuanhan's surroundings were filled with coldness, and he repeated it once, "It was originally three days later."

Leng Sanqiu is deliberately distracting Yan Yuanhan.

If he hadn't acted first, the area would have been washed away three days later, let alone an investigation, the daylilies in the Sifangjie would have been completely cold.

However, no more, no less just let them bump into today, and the feeling of knowing everything in the familiar place swept over again.

At this time, the white-clothed puppets lying on the ground suddenly raised their arms and sang. The words of the long poem were obscure and weird, and the specific content could not be heard, but it made Shen Zhexue dizzy, and his head seemed to be cracked.

Yan Yuanhan didn't seem to have such a reaction, but Zhou Ling could no longer sustain his consciousness, and passed out as soon as he rolled his eyes.

Shen Zhexue poked her head out to look at the group of weird puppets, guessing that they were trying not to trigger Taikoo Fengxie's spontaneous expulsion of evil spirits, and instead used pure living wishes as momentum.

Among them, Qingsheng's technique has a certain effect on purging the evil current in Shen Zhexue's body. Although it can't really hurt him, the discomfort is real.

"Shi Yuan, don't come out." Shen Zhexue turned the red bracelet on her wrist, and along with Yan Yuanhan, rushed towards the group of puppets in white clothes.

The Jishuang Sword was so powerful that it cut off the heads of several white-clothed puppets in an instant, but the puppets would not die unless their seals were broken, and the headless puppets stood up unsteadily.

Yan Yuanhan's eyes froze, and the ice blade swept out, dismantling the puppets into pieces and turning them into pieces of wood.

I have to say that his method is really effective. The ice blades on Shen Zhexue's side hung upside down like a long sword, and they shot out in salvo and nailed the puppet to the stone wall. Where is the key point of these puppets.

But killing puppets was not their purpose, Shen Zhexue looked at the Moon Soul Mirror that reflected the gate of the Immemorial Seal of Seal, and was about to draw his sword before smashing it.

But he saw a masked white puppet stepping forward and blocking him.

Shen Zhexue stabbed forward with the ice blade, the puppet did not dodge or dodge, and staggered back a few steps after being hit.

The veil that covers the face falls

Shen Zhexue's pupils shrank suddenly.

The face under the veil is very frightening, and the facial features are very crude, as if covered by countless layers of flesh-colored masks, or the eyes and nose want to grow out but have not fully grown, only on the flat face occupies a negligible area.

So much so that at first glance, that face looks like a smooth egg with some protrusions.

"No, don't let them pick—"

But it was too late, the moment the puppet took off its veil, its slightly protruding facial features showed a clear change.

The slender eyes were opened as if cut by a knife, the bridge of the nose was raised high, and there were two thin and pink lips, Shen Zhexue's familiar face.

It was his own face.

The puppet's eyes flashed, and its expression suddenly became very vivid. It pursed its lips and smiled, and the same clothes as Shen Zhexue were transformed, and an ice blade appeared in its hand.

Not far away, the masked puppet near Yan Yuanhan also took on the appearance of Elder Yan, and the two were already fighting together.

The sword aura intertwined like light and shadow in the opening and closing, and the shattered ice filled the sky, it was unexpectedly comparable.

Shen Zhexue was secretly startled. It is not uncommon to cast mirror techniques on puppets, but it is unimaginable that even the cultivation base can be fully reflected.

And when he glanced at the deeply cracked Moon Soul Mirror from the corner of his eye, he suddenly realized.

This puppet is probably not made of fragments that fell from the moon soul mirror after it cracked, and the puppet fabricated from ancient artifacts should not be underestimated.

Shen Zhexue stared at the puppet in front of her that was exactly the same as herself, and raised her sword.

The opponent also faced each other with a sword.

With swords and lights intertwined, four monks with ice spirit roots can make a big snowstorm.

The stone room was covered with frost and snow, and in the blink of an eye, he had fought the mirror puppet more than a hundred times. The opponent was full of killing intent, Shen Zhexue raised his head to avoid an ice thorn, and jumped behind the puppet.

The puppet reacted quickly, and the frost climbed up from the ground, freezing Shen Zhexue's feet.

The ice went all the way up and condensed directly to the waist. Just when the puppet was about to slash Shen Zhexue's head with his backhand, his neck suddenly felt tight, and then a pair of hands suddenly covered his mouth, and forcibly opened his teeth. Guan, stained the tip of his tongue with blood.

The evil flowed into the body, and the puppet suddenly let out a shrill scream.

Shen Zhexue gritted her teeth, moved her arm left and right, and strangled the puppet's neck, and the puppet fell limply to the ground, Shen Zhexue's sword pointed down, piercing the mark between his eyebrows.

The tattoo was destroyed, and the mirror puppet lost its ability to transform, and it returned to its original blurred appearance.

His guess was really good, even the magic mirror can't show everything as it is, at least Xie Liu can't.

Panting for breath, Shen Zhexue shook off the blood on the sword. If there were other disciples present at the moment, they would probably fall to the ground in fright.

At any rate, the other party was holding his own face, and it was shocking to be able to break the neck bone and then stab the forehead in such a merciless manner.

At this time, Yan Yuanhan also cut the puppet under the sword with his unique mentality, strode towards Shen Zhexue, and said, "Are you all right? That mirror——"

Before he finished a sentence, his footsteps froze, and a slender ice needle appeared between his brows.

With a sound of "poof", blood splashed, and half of the sword in Shen Zhexue's hand was sent into "Yan Yuanhan"'s heart.

He asked sharply, "Where is Elder Yan?!"

The puppet's face was ferocious, and it laughed loudly and exploded its body, turning into stumps all over the place.

Shen Zhexue stretched out the spirit screen and took a few steps back, swallowing the sweetness in her throat, turned her head and looked around, only to see Yan Yuanhan's clothes corners exposed behind the tall mirror.

Going around the mirror, he really saw Yan Yuanhan sticking his sword to the ground, covered in blood, and in front of him were countless organs with remnants of his body, obviously he had gone through a fierce battle.

The spirit screen shattered into thousands of light spots and fluttered down.

Shen Zhexue said in his heart that the puppet is also smart, and only Yan Yuanhan is the strongest among the three here, one of the puppet moved the tiger away from the mountain and took Elder Yan out of his sight, and then sealed the sound and breath, the remaining one Changed into the appearance of Yan Yuanhan to ambush himself.

If he hadn't noticed that the aura on that "fake Yan Yuanhan" was wrong, he would have been almost deceived.

In the past, he had noticed that there was a faint aura in Elder Yan's body, which was very different from his own aura, but it could gently blend with him.

Earlier, Shen Zhexue didn't understand what kind of aura it was. It wasn't until the appearance of Bie Changting's sword spirit that he was sure that the spiritual power that was exactly the same as Bie Changting's soul came from the owner of the sword.

That is the spiritual power of drinking and separating.

"Are you okay?" Shen Zhexue wanted to help him, but Yan Yuanhan waved him away.

Shen Zhexue couldn't help feeling, this is the style of Elder Yan.

But the top priority is still the Moon Soul Mirror.

He went around to the mirror, the dimly lit mirror could not reflect the human form, it was still bright red, Shen Zhexue said: "We must find a way—"

"Master, be careful!" Shi Yuan's voice exploded in his ears.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, Shen Zhexue felt someone pull him forward, the sword light brushed past his arm, and a bloody arc swayed.

Shen Zhexue was pulled so suddenly, her foot fell half a step, and hit Shi Yuan's chest.

Shi Yuan stretched out his sleeve robe, and pressed the wound on Shen Zhexue's arm with one hand.

At this time, Shen Zhexue didn't care how strange the posture of him and his apprentice was, and shouted loudly: "Elder Yan!"

Shi Yuan said in a low voice, "It's a puppet technique."

The living puppet art must rely on the puppet silk thread to complete. Shen Zhexue wiped his eyes with spiritual power with one finger to open the art of Jingxu Tianyan.

His eyes fell on Yan Yuanhan, and he sucked in a breath of cold air.

Elder Yan's body was covered with countless slender silver threads, which passed through the stone wall and spread to an unknown height.

Yan Yuanhan held the sword in one hand and opened his eyes indifferently.

With a slight hint, he lifted Ji Shuang in the spider web-like puppet thread.

And in front of the sword is Shen Zhexue's master and apprentice.

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The author has something to say:

Guess when Lao Yan was recruited

Yan: Heh.