Luan Tian took the small mirror in his hand, and after carefully studying it for a few breaths, he carefully put the small mirror into the dragon mound of the Qiankun Ring. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He spread his consciousness as far forward as he could, and slowly walked towards the location of the small mirror.

After turning a gentle bend, I gradually got closer, and finally saw that this place was a collapsed stone wall.

Looking through the gap caused by the collapsed stone wall, the outside is a very open space, and the moment he saw this scene, Luan Tian concluded that it was the Phantom Mirror Underground Palace!

It was pitch black in the Illusion Mirror Underground Palace, faintly, and the sound of water could be heard, Luan Tian raised his hand violently, and blasted towards the ruins in front of him with a fist.

After a dozen breaths, the dust settled, and on the collapsed stone wall, Luan Tiansheng blasted out a big hole.

Luan Tian glanced back at Ziyi, who was looking at him calmly, and after looking at each other, the two nodded slightly, and Luan Tian took Ziyi and entered the Phantom Mirror Underground Palace.

is different from Luan Tian's memory, in the Illusion Mirror Underground Palace, there is no bright, paradise feeling.

After scanning for a week, there were occasional glimmers of lonely stars at the top of the space and on the surrounding stone walls.

The small mirrors in the Phantom Mirror Dungeon are arranged everywhere in a measured and extremely accurate way, and the position of each mirror needs to be exactly the same.

Because of this, the sunlight and moonlight from the outside world were smoothly led down the dungeon, and now, after a fierce battle, most of the mirrors have been destroyed.

Even if some mirrors are still intact, the whole system has lost its coherence, so the daylight and moonlight can no longer be smoothly channeled.

However, at this time, Luan Tian had no mind at all to care about these mirrors, because he found that in this messy phantom mirror underground palace, there were corpses of the Hitomi clan lying all over the place!

Now, both Luan Tian and Ziyi had adapted to the dark environment here, and they spread out their divine senses, and when they looked over, there were corpses everywhere.

It was decades ago that the fierce battle was calculated, but for some reason, these corpses showed no signs of decay.

It is precisely because of this that at this time, in Luan Tian's opinion, it feels even more worrying! He'd been here before, and some of the faces in there, he vaguely remembered.

Among them, there are some faces he saw when he first came here, some people who once hugged him, some people who taught him spells, some people who used to make him happy...

Among them, there are playmates who used to play with Luan Tian when he was in a dream, although most of them, he didn't know what their names were.

Luan Tian's steps staggered a little, and he cautiously walked through the pile of corpses, as if he was afraid of stepping on them, his expression was sad and his eyes were about to split.

These corpses are basically mutilated, some have no arms, some have lost their legs, and some are simply half cut off and scattered on the ground.

Most of them opened their eyes angrily, telling the incomprehension and unwillingness in their hearts, and some of them were still holding magic weapons in their hands.

Some still clinged to the corpses of their enemies and refused to let go, while there were even more women, children, and children, all of whom had no power to resist.

They were now huddled in the corner, their eyes unobliving, looking in a certain direction with horror and anger. This direction must be the direction in which they were killed, the enemy!

Slaughterhouse!

This was the first thought that flashed through Ziyi's mind, in the hall, on the hillside, in the river, in the valley, halfway up the mountain, in the stone house... There are tens of thousands of corpses of the Hitomi clan everywhere.

Ziyi had already felt the thick anger and sadness coming from Luan Tian's body, and her stomach couldn't help but churn.

"Little Tiller..."

After Luan Tian let out a low roar of pain in his throat, he galloped towards a corpse, and he held the little tiller in a plaid cloth coat in his arms.

At this time, there was no smile on Xiao Tiler's face, his body was already stiff, cold, and his gray eyes were full of doubts.

When I first came here, it was the Dongchuan residence where Xiao Tiler took Luan Tian to go, the short man who was always smiling and happy all day long.

Now...

Luan Tian hugged the corpse god of the little tiller tightly, gloomy and sad, and the purple clothes stood silently beside Luan Tian, frowning, but she didn't know what to say.

Perhaps, any words of comfort will not do much at this time.

After bowing his head and being silent for dozens of breaths, Luan Tian slowly raised his head, he looked around, and couldn't help but see anger in his eyes.

Luan Tian stood up and continued to look around in grief, and when he reached the door of the open hall, he saw two more familiar figures.

Flower turban! White turban!!

It's two big men of the Hitomi clan, they died together, and the headscarves were already splashed with blood, and they could barely see their original colors.

Both of their bodies died in a cross-legged position, and their eyes were still full of incomprehension, which was analyzed from this point.

It is very likely that they were slapped to death by a person who knew them very well from behind and unexpectedly while they were still talking.

Luan Tian hurriedly ran over, slowly flattened their bodies, and then sat down cross-legged beside them.

The mirror of the flower turban is gone, it should be the person who killed them, taken away, Luan Tian still remembers the mirror, the magical mirror.

Ziyi walked over lightly and quietly sat beside Luan Tian, she looked at him with worried eyes, raised her jade hand, and gently stroked his arm.

The muscles on Luan Tian's face twitched, his lips trembled rapidly, and there were no tears in his eyes, only a burning flame.

After sitting silently for hundreds of breaths, Luan Tian suddenly stood up, he walked to the edge of a valley, and jumped down.

Ziyi followed closely, jumped down, and followed Luan Tian to the edge of a stream, only to see Luan Tian suddenly raise his hand and clench his fist.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

A series of deafening bangs came out, and the ground trembled, and Luan Tian smashed a big hole by the stream with a pair of meat fists!

Because there was almost no mana infused, at the end, Luan Tian's fists were already dripping with blood, and the purple clothes were on the side, looking at it distressed...

After smashing it, Luan Tian began to look around for the corpses of the Hitomi clan, holding them one by one, one by one, and neatly placing them in the big pit.

Ziyi hurriedly ran over to help, and at this time, Xiaoli, Mei Niang and others also flew out of the Qiankun ring and started together, and several people worked for three or four hours before putting all the corpses into the pit.

After searching all the places again to make sure that nothing was missing, Luan Tian stood on the edge of the pit, he was silent in the pit for a few breaths, and then waved his hand suddenly, and a tornado blew around him.

The tornado swept up the earth and rocks on the ground and landed in the pit, which was soon filled in and eventually formed a huge tomb.