Ask the Mirror Chapter 36: The Roaring Tiger and the Lingmei Shijue Pankong (Part 2)

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I am obsessed with death.

As a master who masters the mysteries of life and death and is proficient in emotional powers, Yu Ci knows very well what this "obsession" is about.

That was when strong emotions arose, and the "black forest" reaction acted on both form and spirit. That is, if one party is destroyed, the other party will still have the corresponding "memory" as long as it is strong enough. If there is another qi pull or the like , it is not surprising that some actions occurred in a short period of time.

Of course, the situation of the purple-haired Taoist is somewhat different.

No need for Yu Ci to say more, Qizhen has already harnessed the white tiger to leap into the air, the chariot is flying through the clouds, flying up into the clouds, and stalking him from afar.

Going northeast for about a hundred miles, looking down from a high altitude, the swamp area below is a mess. It can be seen from the traces at the scene that something fell from a high altitude and hit the bushes, sweeping away a large piece of bushes and smashing them into pieces. Most of the fragments sank into the mud, only a small part was exposed, and Most of the several corpses were mutilated.

After a little identification, Yu Ci confirmed that it should be a shuttle.

This kind of flying tool is quite popular in the North, and it is mostly used to form a short-distance connection network between long-distance routes. Generally, the characters who ride the shuttle are all Dan Huan monks and below, and are particularly vulnerable to disasters.

However, Yu Ci also noticed that there were traces of fighting in the swamp below.

The purple-haired Taoist stood at the place where the shuttle crashed, as if in a daze, turning his head. After a while, he suddenly turned around again and headed north.

Qi Zhen also drove the car to keep up.

Yu Ci stroked the side of the chariot with her palm, feeling the embossed lines on it, thoughtfully.

Continuing on for hundreds of miles, there were many traces of fighting, and the changes in Qi had not completely dissipated. Moreover, a corpse was found along the way. It was obvious that they were being chased all the way, which also showed that the purple-haired Taoist's choice was not wrong. .

Whenever he encounters obvious traces, the purple-haired Taoist always stays for a while before starting his journey again. During this period, his stay time becomes less and less, and his speed becomes faster and faster.

In mid-air, Qi Zhen originally didn’t understand why Master Yu would be interested in something like a vendetta, but now he slowly tasted the taste. It seemed that the purple-haired Taoist’s wisdom was recovering. At the very least, he could judge His strength is getting stronger and stronger, and even experience accumulated can help him react quickly.

It took nearly five hours to run more than a thousand miles intermittently. The complex geographical environment gave the purple-haired Taoist many difficult tests. In the middle, he also crossed a wide river in the jungle. The purple-haired Taoist was by the river. He was in a daze for at least an hour, and even Qizhen was worried for him. Fortunately, the purple-haired Taoist finally solved the problem, flew up to the river, and went down the river.

Perhaps it was such a "test" that made the purple-haired Taoist's judgment make a qualitative leap, or maybe he spent almost no time during the next journey, but he made every decision. Accurate, the speed is greatly improved.

The sky is getting dark, and the fog is gradually rising in the swamp. This would originally have troubled the purple-haired Taoist's judgment, but after pursuing it for thousands of miles, he has now reached the target.

Some kind of sound wave that is difficult for human ears to catch is shuttled through the mist. The purple-haired Taoist doesn't know it yet, so how could he hide it from Yu Ci.

A few figures were hiding in the mist, approaching quickly. They had magic weapons in their hands that could be seen from a distance. They were all shocked when they saw the purple-haired Taoist from a distance.

"Purple hair?"

"Didn't it mean that this guy's soul has been destroyed, his vitality has been cut off, and he will never be able to rise again?"

"It's evil today! I've seen the dog jumping over the wall, and the dog trying to catch the mouse...Why doesn't this person continue to linger and save a dog's life?"

"Isn't this good? If we can't find those few yet, let's take them down..."

A few people chatted a few words in the depths of the fog. They were about to take action, but they still discovered something strange:

"Be careful, purple hair is in bad shape!"

The group of people had a tacit understanding and were very careful. After giving the warning, they did not rush to surround him. Instead, they separated one person to go around to the side and make a probing attack, which also served to confuse them.

The attack method is to use a copper bead the size of a fist, which is thrown into the air silently. It is not until it flies down that an amazing amount of heat bursts out, instantly burning the copper bead into red and slightly deforming. It looked like liquid water droplets, almost melting.

Below, the purple-haired man seemed to be aware of it, but his reaction was obviously a little slower. As soon as he turned his head, he was hit on the shoulder.

The red copper beads were "embedded" under the high temperature, and then the temperature soared again and turned into liquid copper juice. Wherever it passed, the tattered robes immediately caught fire and turned to ashes, and penetrated into the skin.

At this moment, even the person who took action was stunned.

"That's it?"

Without finishing the thought, the purple-haired Taoist roared wildly. The high-temperature cave juice was actually blocked by a layer of Gangsha. Although it flowed outside the body, it could not reach the body at all. And the sound of thunder clearly arose between the joints and bones.

"Not good!"

The monks instinctively felt that something was wrong. The more this happened, the more cautious they became. However, the situation did not go as they expected. Deep in the mist, someone suddenly shouted:

"Up!"

Once an order is given, no one dares to disobey it, but how to use it is another matter.

The people who gathered together were skilled in the art of combined attacks and exchanged opinions instantly. The man who had just sent out the copper beads muttered something in his mouth, drew his sword and pointed forward, and used a black light again, which was invisible at first. The clear shape can be sacrificed in mid-air. The sound of thunder suddenly amplified, like flying to the mountains and falling straight down.

This magical weapon, named "Wanren Mountain", can accommodate many types of alien evil spirits as the number of layers of sacrifice increases, and then convert them into pure weight. The more it can accommodate, the more it can hold. The heavier it is. Although there are no other changes, it is still an extremely excellent combined attack weapon.

The cultivation levels of several people are impressive, especially the two strong Buxu warriors. Their combined attack was so heavy that it was like a mountain peak.

Just as it was about to hit the purple-robed Taoist's head, suddenly there were colorful lights, sweeping across, and dozens of miles of mist swept away.

However, above the head of the purple-haired Taoist, a spiritual flag was erected in the sky, generating hundreds of meters of rays of light, supporting the falling "Wanren Mountain". The huge mountain peak only rolled on the rays of light, and could not fall even half of it.

The monks who attacked were all dumbfounded.

"What magical weapon?"

Those with sharp eyes shook their heads: "No, it's not a magical weapon...it's clearly transformed from Gang Sha!"

"Resist purely with cultivation? That's right. When Zifa chased him earlier, all the magical weapons on his body were exhausted..."

It would be ridiculous to think about this now. The problem now is that even if their Gangsha is transformed in "Wanren Mountain" and suffers some losses, everyone should not be able to block it so easily.

This is not only the profound cultivation, but also the wonderful luck and transformation in it, which plays the role of one being equal to ten, and softness being able to overcome hardness.

Fortunately, the purple-haired Taoist over there seemed to have some mental problems. No matter what, he just stood there and made no further moves.