Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 882 Mirror Room
Although Taoist Wangren's character is difficult to judge, he is indeed a genius of the heavens. He only entered the first pass, and blocked all the monks outside.

A group of great monks had no choice but to correspond to the flying order in their hands, flying up and down around the outer wall of Baojing Palace, looking for a suitable position.

Liu Qinghuan also saw the so-called Big Flying Xuanling for the first time. Compared with the small Feixuanling, it is about the same size, but the concave-convex pattern on it is obviously more complicated.

But if one can cultivate above the empty rank, one's mental ability is not a problem.Liu Qinghuan glanced at it, and imprinted the entire Feixuan Order in his mind, and quickly swept across a large wall.

"Ok?"

He was a little surprised, so lucky today?
Pick up the Flying Token and press it against the wall.

The token was embedded into the wall tightly, and there was a slight "click" sound, and the originally seamless mirror cracked a thin slit, and slowly moved to the sides.

"Ah!" A passing monk looked over in surprise: "You found it so quickly?"

Liu Qinghuan nodded slightly to him, and at this time the gap in the wall had been cracked enough to allow people to pass through, and it seemed to be a dark passage inside, so she immediately dodged in.

As soon as he stepped on the ground of Baojing Palace, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and there was a soft sound behind him, separating the inside and outside into two worlds.

Liu Qinghuan turned around and looked, but couldn't find any trace of the previous crack.

This is a room with a length and width of about several feet, but what makes people dizzy is that no matter the two walls, the ground, or the ceiling, they are all composed of countless mirrors that can be seen.

And in these mirrors, there is now Liu Qinghuan, and they are looking at each other, almost the whole space is filled with his figure, making it impossible to see where he is.

Liu Qinghuan frowned. This kind of gimmicky means had no practical effect on monks who were not deceived by appearances and could directly see things with their spiritual sense.

But Taoist Wangren, as a generation of major cultivators, has unpredictable methods. Even in order to maintain basic respect, he has to be vigilant, so he sacrificed the tortoise shell pieces bought outside on his head.

A few top-quality spirit stones have been placed on the tortoise shell, and the light and agile ice mist flows.

Looking back, he caught a glimpse of a closed stone door in the opposite corner, and walked over there.

Just when he took a step, he felt that the mirror under his feet sank slightly.

With a "crack", countless black spots of light suddenly appeared in the surrounding mirrors. Almost in the blink of an eye, the spots of light flew out of the mirror and turned into densely packed sharp rays.

As soon as Liu Qinghuan's expression changed, a strong killing intent filled the entire space in an instant, and a feeling of extreme danger rushed up his back.

A thick ice mist suddenly fell from the tortoise shell on the top of the head, only to hear a crackling sound, and the murderous black beam of light like a blade had already struck in front of the eyes, splitting the ice mist into pieces!

The house is only this big, and there is not even a place to hide.Liu Qinghuan was even more afraid of triggering some other mechanism, so he sprang up and rushed towards the stone gate in the corner.

However, when I got closer, I realized that the door was just a fake on the wall!

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help cursing, and a sharp piercing sound came from behind her.

He didn't care about looking for the door again, and when he turned around, the Floating Sword suddenly burst out with magnificent sword intent, and slashed towards the wall beside him like a furious dragon!

With a loud sound of "Dang", the wall shook wildly, and under such sword intent, only a few cracks appeared on the several mirrors.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help being shocked, but fortunately, after those mirrors were broken, they stopped shooting black light beams.

And the piece of armor from the Ice Armored Mystical Spirit Turtle was still worthy of its high price, and three layers of light curtains were lowered at the same time, finally withstood this sudden attack.

Liu Qinghuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, making sure that no more black beams would shoot out, she couldn't help wiping off a cold sweat.

The Baojing Palace is full of murderous intentions, and now he finally understands what this sentence means.

As soon as he came in, he was given such a big gift, and he really couldn't take it lightly.

Just as he was about to swing his sword to destroy all the mirrors on the wall, he saw himself in the mirror in front of him that was broken into several pieces, and suddenly showed an evil smile!
Seeing that familiar face with an expression that didn't belong to her at all, Liu Qinghuan's eyes turned cold.

At this time, there was a strange sign behind him, an arm stretched out from the mirror, holding a sword that was exactly the same as the Floating Sword in his hand!
The cyan sword qi carried a familiar aura, like billowing blue waves, sweeping towards him.

Liu Qinghuan was really shocked this time, with a turn of the Fusheng Sword, the imposing sword intent slashed towards the opponent.

"Kakkaka!"

A few more mirrors shattered, but this time they couldn't bear the huge sword intent and exploded with a bang.

The arm was swept away by the sword energy and instantly annihilated.However, some other hands stretched out the mirror again, and some Fusheng swords shined on the gourd and painted ladle, and also used the word dividing formula.

"The magic shadow keeps the fairy crystal jade!"

Liu Qinghuan finally remembered that there is a kind of spiritual material called Moyingliuxian Jingyu, which ranks in the sky, and can reproduce exactly the same objects that cast images on it, even spells can be reproduced, and its powerful It can also reach [-]% to [-]% of the original body, so it is often used as the cornerstone of a large phantom formation that is so powerful that it can change the world.

That Taoist Wangren is simply a lunatic, to refine such heavenly spiritual material into these mirrors!
Liu Qinghuan is now very fortunate that he didn't take out the Qianqiu reincarnation pen at the beginning, otherwise even he himself may not be safe and sound from the murderous intention he set up.

And if you want to get out of such a predicament, you must either leave this room immediately, or destroy all the mirrors!
Liu Qinghuan took a deep breath, and the Floating Sword in his hand turned into countless afterimages.

The sword energy is like snow, and the remnant snow is flying frost!
Before the man in the mirror followed suit, the sharp sword light exploded layer by layer with his body as the center.

"Bang bang bang!"

The surrounding mirror walls burst one after another, and sharp fragments shot out, but they were shattered again in the seemingly endless sword light.

After a few breaths, there was no longer a complete mirror in the whole room, and a thick layer of sparkling powder was piled up on the ground, almost beyond recognition.

Seeing this, Liu Qinghuan finally took away the sword formula and fell to the ground.

After the mirror was shattered, the gray wall behind was exposed, and a dark hole was also revealed.

He took a short breath, and then he maintained 12 points of vigilance, and walked slowly towards the cave door.

I hope there won't be another mirror wall made of ghostly crystal jade behind the door, otherwise it will be too troublesome to destroy it all the way.

Fortunately, there seemed to be an ordinary passage behind the door, and a trace of wet and cold wind was blowing from the depths, as if someone was panting heavily in the dark, making people chill for no reason.

(End of this chapter)