Nangong Xiang didn't understand the strength of the caracal, thinking that he was defeated under his own hands when he was alive, and he didn't have anything to fear after death. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWho knew that when he tried to wield the black gold scepter and destroy his soul, the black light emitted by the scepter was actually dispelled by the golden light of the demon king left over from his life.

Nangong Xiang was unwilling to be defeated, and turned the scepter into a whirring wind, but he was calm and calm, and his hands behind his back were motionless. From this point of view, whether it is momentum or mana, Nangong Xiang will undoubtedly be defeated.

"I don't believe it!" He slammed the scepter into the clouds and roared frantically: "Locking the breath is rather killing the Demon King than helping the Demon King, it is impossible for you to be stronger after death than when you were alive!" ”

Unwilling to spend any more time with him, he withdrew his arms from behind his back, crossed them in front of his chest, and then swiped them separately to the left and right, and immediately the black light dissipated, and the golden light enveloped his whole body. In the strange cloud fantasy world, the rain is still rain, and the light is light, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Nangong Xiang!" He no longer called the demon his uncle, and called him by his first name: "The moment you pushed me and the little flea into the illusion mirror maze, you ordered Sangya to look at me with eye contact, and to do something in my head, thinking that I had won it, and I was elated that I could finally get the key to the gate of the clouds, yes or no?" ”

Nangong Xiang was taken aback and asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

Annihilation sneered: "Do you think that with that little cleverness, you have unknowingly succeeded in it, but you don't know that what you stole was not the key to the cloud gate at all, but the treasure of the demon clan that I put into my brain in advance to prevent the enemy from successfully invading, the mirror soul of the heart mirror!" Through this mirror soul, even if I lie on the jade bed surrounded by Xuantian water, my movements can be clearly grasped by me. So whether you plan to destroy Xuanyuan Mountain or murder Ling Xuanluo, you can't escape the eyes of my dead man! ”

"You...... You son of a wretch! ”

After figuring out the reason, Nangong Xiang was so angry that he almost turned his back on it, and it took a long time to shake his throat and scold angrily: "I...... I kind of get it! What helps you be strong is not the lock of the rest at all, but the damn mirror! Although the shape of the mirror is fixed, the shape of the mirror soul can be shaped by you! You pinched it into a shape and whispered it, and I thought it was the key! ”

At this point, he no longer explained to himself, but raised his hand, and hurriedly recited a spell, and saw a puff of white smoke rising from the palm of his hand, and the white smoke quickly became solemn, and slowly appeared in shape, but what was the key? It's a small, mirrored mirror that reflects cold light.

He still didn't believe it, squinted his eyes, stared hard into the mirror, wanted to look more closely, but he lost no time in raising his hand, closing his palms and pulling outward, the golden light around him formed a slender and sharp bunch, and the arrow shot towards the direction of Nangong Xiang's station, until it reached the center of the mirror soul.

Nangong Xiang threw himself on the mirror that made him defeated, trying to see the flaws inside, but unexpectedly, the mirror was aimed at his eyes, reflecting a huge bright light, which made him scream, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, but it was too late, and in an instant, he couldn't see anything else except the golden light.

After successfully plotting against him, the caracal eye is fast, and the beam is brought back, how can Nangong Xiang still have the strength to protect the goggles? The Mind Finder Mirror broke away from his hand and was pulled back into his hand by the Destroyer.

"My eyes...... My eyes can't see...... Kill you so vicious! How dare you burn the old man's eyes in such a way! ”

Nangong fell to the ground in pain, and he didn't care about the black gold scepter that helped him anymore, covering his eyes with both hands, and kept rolling in the dark clouds.