With the help of the Heaven Destroying Mantra of the Dead Dao Chief, the bronze gate was broken by the powerful destructive power of the fire dragon, and then through the cooperation of the ethereal monk with the Finger Heaven Zen, the passage was opened from the scorching fire with Pingyun Jue, and the group finally entered the other side of the gate, and also stood on the edge of the fire shadow phantom mirror labyrinth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

From the outside, the labyrinth is full of strange mirrors, and the images of the mirrors show that the Son of Heaven has become ill and is dying on the ground.

There are two entrances to this array, one life and one death, and everyone thinks that only through the birth gate can the caracal be rescued, so Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun combined their swords according to the instructions of Yun Jian, in order to find out the life gate together.

After Jiang Nanjun explained, Ling Xuanluo comprehended the principle of this formation: all the mirrors formed a whole formation, and each side looked like a door that could be entered, but he couldn't touch it at will. Because in these mirrors, except for one side for life, the others are all the doors of death, as long as you step in, it is difficult to survive. And in order to make the door of life appear, they have to break the door of death one by one, and the one that will not be broken in the end can they enter.

Ling Xuanluo thought that when he learned this, he already knew all the tricks of this array, but he didn't know that there was another thing, Jiang Nanjun didn't say it for the time being, that is, even if he smashed all the dead doors, there would be one side left in the end, and it would be confused with the life gate. If you choose the wrong one in the two doors, the battle in front will be all in vain, and what awaits them is still a dead word.

Ling Xuanluo didn't think that far, he thought that he would be able to figure out the principle of the mirror gate array and deal with those strange mirrors. So the two of them each held a spirit sword, Jiang Nanjun pointed to him to the left, signaling him to face that direction, and he turned to the right, and the two danced with their backs together.

In an instant, two dragons with flashing red light, like coming out of the deep sea, rolled up the water mist that was grounded in the sky, and drilled straight into the air, and then the dragon body swirled, converging on the maze, and then jumped into the mirror array below at the same time, divided into the left and right, shuttling and moving between those moving mirrors.

As soon as Ling Xuanluo entered the labyrinth, he plunged a sword straight into a mirror, the tip of the sword was against the hard mirror, and he heard the sound of "bell", the whole sword body was bent into an arc, the mirror also paused, the speed of movement slowed down, but the mirror surface was still smooth and flat, and there was no crack.

"Brother, how is this possible? You and I have two swords combined, and the power can split mountains and seas, but we can't break a mirror?"

He asked, stunned.

Jiang Nanjun also made the same attempt, and got the same result as Ling Xuanluo, so he calmed down and looked at the mirror carefully.

The situation was pressing, and he suddenly had a whim: If he assumed that he was Nangong Xiang and wanted to use psychological tactics to crush the enemy, how should he arrange the main points of this formation?

He couldn't turn around, so he had to turn his back to Ling Xuanluo, and briefly prompted: "Xuanluo, after seeing Yufeng, if you drop the sword at his heart, you can shatter the mirror!"

"What?" ......

Don't say that the spirit Xuanluo in the formation is the four spirits outside the formation, and after listening to Jiang Nanjun's words, he couldn't bear it in his heart. However, they couldn't bear it, and they immediately realized that what Nangong Xiang wanted to use was their feelings for each other.

Although Jiang Nanjun did not say it explicitly, he had confirmed that the caracal in the mirror was an illusion, so Ling Xuanluo did not hesitate any longer, raised his sword, aimed it at the heart of the person who fell to the ground, and stabbed it down with a sword.

Jiang Nanjun took advantage of empathy and unexpectedly gained this secret, but he shuddered and thought secretly: "Why, can I think so cruelly like Nangong Xiang? Could it be that my body also has a demonic nature, but I have never discovered it in the past?"

After a slight pause, Ling Xuanluo over there was already breaking the mirror according to his method.

With each stab, the first thing that came was a scream of madness, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, glared at them angrily, and accused them of killing him, but before he could finish speaking, the mirror would be connected to him, shattered into countless pieces, and scattered.

The mirrors are constantly moving, and the number is too large, no matter how hard the two of them work, they can't be broken quickly, Yun Jian reminded again: "Xuanluo, phantom soldiers!"