Is she there?

Luo Qing raised his head, but frowned. The sword in the distance burned like a meteor. He was a man of great achievement, but not the person he thought he would be.

Fortunately, the sword light finally changed its angle and hurriedly moved eastward. Luo Qing waited for the sword light to pass through, and bent down to pick up the bronze mirror. Just like last time, the temperature on the copper mirror is too high to control, and the mist on the mirror is dissipating. Although it had just been hit hard with a stick, it did not appear to have any damage on its appearance.

Internal damage or something... No.

Luo Qing wasn't sure. The last time he lost the experience of photographing God, it is never a good memory. He is determined to experiment with some features, such as divinity and starbursts, so he does his best to regain control of the precious mirror with the Yin God. When he touched it, his heart was shocked.

According to the bronze mirror of the gods, there is a huge power that rolls like boiling water, surging like a tide, and surging like a flood, and the god Luo Qingyin controls the mirror, like a small boat, running on the raging waves. This is the hidden potential of the mirror after it devours the soul. There is no way to control Luo Qing. It took a while for Luo Qing to calm down. But when the tide was turbulent, Luo Qing also felt that under the high tide, there was a slightly different reaction, like a drowning person who couldn't struggle.

"Is the Blood Monk's soul still alive?"

Luo Qing flashed this thought at first, but then Yin and Shen touched it and knew that it was wrong: "It's not a blood monk, but a strict witness!"

Depending on the different powers in the bronze mirror of the gods, the soul entered and poured into it, devouring it in an instant. It's a blood monk-like character. Because the "seed" has not been planted for a long time, it is not as good as it was in its heyday, it cannot resist. In an instant, it was gone. This is already the case with blood monks, and a strict certificate born from the same root should be even worse.

However, there are always exceptions: because Yan Zheng's remnant soul is attached to the sacred star mountain released by Luo Qing, fighting against the pressure of the blood monk, it is unknowingly closely connected. According to the Bronze Mirror of God, the sacred star mountain is homologous to the soul-devouring power, and it acts like a refuge that has given Yan Zheng shelter so that he can survive to this day.

Of course, to say that Yan Zheng "can't breathe", in fact, he is already in a coma. He just hovers between ignorance and ignorance. If he breathes a few more times, he will resemble a bloody monk and then disappear.

Luo Qing suddenly opened his eyes, but he was holding a bronze mirror and remained silent.

The day before he pondered this question, he discovered the secrets of Yan Zheng and the Monk's Brain Palace through divine inspiration. He contacted Yan Zheng's ghost. When he first scheduled tonight's match, he frankly told him that if he did, Yan Zheng would die with the Blood Monk. At that time, he remembered Yan Zheng's words: "No one is not a ghost, nondescript, life is also He Huan, there is no fear of death!"

Monk Yan Zheng has the heart to die. Luo Qing also knows a little about Yan Zheng's life experience in the last few days. He knew that Yan Zheng was originally the son of a wealthy family in Juebi City. Because of his excellent roots and bones, he was taken away by a blood monk and taught evil methods as a place for two people to teleport their souls. For the past few decades, the monk Yan has been immersed in evil methods for a long time. Their appearance is very different from when they were children. They are also deeply rooted in their own spirits and commune with the blood monks. Blood monks can only send their souls to their bodies by moving their minds. Although it is harmless for thousands of miles.

In this case, what is the difference between Yan Zheng and a puppet? And just like that, the resentment in my heart, and because I was under the control of someone else, under the heavy pressure of many years, I actually got the symptoms of distraction from my soul. In addition to the main soul, there is a second soul. In everyday life, the primary soul is bright, while the secondary soul is hidden, while the primary soul is dark and the secondary soul is absent. For decades, the primary and secondary souls alternated working and sleeping. When the average man is asleep, he also has the spirit and wisdom to stay. Therefore, Luo Qing did not deceive Gu Mo at all when he saved him that day, which is why he buried the leader of today's Blood Monk.

Today, the soul of the blood monk disappeared, and Yan Zheng's resentment followed. According to his words, he was "fearless even when he died." At this time, struggling in the frenzy of the connotation of the treasure mirror, Luo Qing didn't think that what Yan Zheng said was false, even ordinary people knew love and fear of death. Moreover, for these spiritual practitioners who seek eternal life, survival has always been an instinct in their hearts. They don't want to live anymore, but they're dead, lifeless, inhumane.

His emotions were unstable, but the temperature in his hands was higher, making his palms hot.

But at this time, Luo Qing's heart had a fixed idea. Now he urged the Yin God again, and sailed on the ship like a raging sea. In the frantic waves in the mirror, he exerted his strength. His brain "exploded" and he was countered by a huge force. The Yin God is weak and can no longer control the mirror. But at this time, there was a faint star visible only to him. It shot out of the mirror and disappeared into the monk's skin two miles away.

Luo Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. He did his best to bring Yan Zheng out of his body and turn him into flesh and blood. In the end, Yan Zheng had a chance. However, Yan Zheng was attracted by the precious mirror, and his spirit was hit hard. Whether or not he can get back on life depends on his own luck.

As he thought, he walked over to see how things were. However, he couldn't walk more than ten feet when he suddenly looked up.

In the dark mountain forest, he suddenly interrupted the words of a person, it is night, and he can't see his face, he only feels that he is slender, and he walks erratically and swayingly, very strange, Luo Qing's eyes fell on him, this person was sensitive, turned his head, but saw that his eyes were pale green, touching his cold skin, and there was a lot of evil.

What is the origin of this person? Luo Qing was shocked and stopped.

"Aha, it's a good harvest today."

The tall and thin figure had a hoarse voice and looked arrogant, and seeing Luo Gan like this, he turned around and went straight to pick up the jasper pressure rod on the ground, obviously seeing this stick, he did it himself.

How many shameless people are there! Luo Qing sneered.

However, there is no need to say that this person is arrogant. Luo Qing was physically and mentally exhausted at this time, but his mind was still sensitive. He noticed that a few feet away from the person, there was a sharp wisp of qi hovering. This was the stage of controlling the sword, and it felt somewhat familiar to him.