The surprise of the mirror falling was the only sound Luo Qing heard in a short period of time.

The next moment, the knotted green light blocked the surprising Yuan Suppressor Wei Sha. Luo Qing's body trembled again. Under the strong pressure of the RMB pressurizers, he didn't know how many muscles were torn all over his body. These are black wounds. At the moment when his whole body trembled, Luo Qing's eardrum broke. The after-effects were already felt, and even his face was numb. He felt wet, running down his ear piercings.

Luo Qing didn't care about these things. In his opinion, Guangjin and Qingmang opened more than a dozen gaps in a row in the most violent way at the first moment of collision, and spread in all directions. With this wave of strong light, Luo Qing's whole body strength seemed to have fallen into the bottomless abyss, and disappeared without even hearing a sound. Almost instantly, he took time. Only the Yin God, which was earlier associated with the bronze mirror of the gods, still has a sense of existence, but it is also like a candle in the wind, which can be extinguished at any time.

This was the first time that Luo Qing had really taken the initiative to urge the power of devouring souls according to the bronze mirror of God. It was also at this moment that he realized that he was far from being free to control the precious mirror. Huge consumption is an insurmountable obstacle.

But he also saw that in the face of the magical magic of the Suppressor Staff, the bronze mirror of the gods was intact.

This book is what he was looking forward to. Like that day, on the mountain road outside of the heart-warming view, Shin Xin Tongjian blocked the so-called "nothing is unbreakable", and its most critical function was silently activated after this violent impact.

In a state of fascination, Luo Qing's brain was suddenly sucked away by an irresistible pull, pointing at the severely distorted area of the "head". At this moment, Luo Qing seemed to be twisted by the rapidly spinning wheel, and the tearing force of the crack almost killed him immediately.

He wished he hadn't screamed loudly. Luckily, a few limited attempts a few days ago gave him a little preparation. Instead of being knocked down by powerful attacks, he persevered in the past and then endured all sorts of difficulties. His mind seemed to merge with the distorted power of space at once. No matter how twisted he is, he will never be hurt again.

It is a high-level state in which the yin god controls the precious mirror. Luo Qing knew that, according to God, he had temporarily gained deep control over the bronze mirror.

The physical pain disappeared instantly, while the mental intensity increased ten- to twenty-fold. Luo Qing had never grasped Yan Canxun's subtle movements two miles away so clearly. He is like a skilled fisherman, and he can understand the swimming state of the fish in the water with just this fishing rod line.

Yan is the bait, and the bronze mirror is a fishing rod, and at this moment, the power of the "fisherman" is fascinated, and the bronze mirror forms a distorted space, like a flood that unscrupulously expands the territory, and like a fishing net, thousands of strands are intertwined, under the cover.

At that time, the distracted space was chaotic, the colors of the "soul sources" on both sides changed dramatically, and the light was flickering. Outside, Tu Weiyue keenly and keenly spotted danger. Together with Dan Zhu Zhen, he urged the renminbi to exert pressure on the forces of the personnel and did his best to kill Luo Qing before danger approached.

The staff holding the yuan flew away, and the golden light disappeared in midair, revealing its true face. The green undulates like water waves. The monk wanted to use this method to break through the protection of the bronze mirror, but he was one step too late after all.

Turing was centered on the Relic Danzhu to control the change of the pressure scepter, but suddenly an external force erupted, and everything was without warning, that is, the remnant soul of Kayan who was still dying in the Gola Danzhu suddenly jumped up. Suddenly, the original obsessive structure and momentum were shaken!

The center is in chaos, how can the Yuan Suppressor not be chaotic? Tens of thousands of true qi activities suddenly went wrong, and the water wave-like staff qi immediately deflected, although it had already passed the mirror protection, it was a few zhang outside Luo Qing's body, and the qi fell to the ground, and the square soil layer more than ten zhang thick was wiped out by half a foot, and the newly exposed soil layer was like mud, which had been diluted.

Turing didn't care about the other at all. When Sarila Danju was beaten, he sat down on the ground slowly with a solemn face. Only when his buttocks are covered in mud will his facial features bleed. Luo Qing didn't add a finger to his body, but the Danzhu Qi that touched him suddenly caused a lot of damage to Turing. And that's just the beginning!

The monk struggled to open his eyes and saw Luo Qing's silhouette in the distance through the scattered light. There, Luo Qing also sat down gently. In front of him, the green mangs coiled like wheels, spinning, panting, and standing like whirlpools, very incredible. Turing could clearly see that the power to harness his saridan zhu structure came from it, and there were no signs of weakness at the moment.

What kind of man he was, having suffered great losses, and immediately saw that, although this particular treasure was sharp, very sharp, it could only act on the spirit of the monks. Originally, it was a self-contained system, based on the harmony of relics and danju. The other party will never find an opportunity to attack him. It just so happened that he had a flaw in his spirit that should never exist: "Yan Zheng Tool, you are great!"

The long-lost anger swelled with a bang, and the nameless fire instantly burned all over the body, and even the eyes were red for a while. Turing knew that it was a wound to his psyche that led to the growth of the demon, but he knew that it was one thing, and it was another to solve it. He didn't have time to calm his mind now, he tried to only hold this magic fire, fought to lose both, and wanted to kill Yan Zheng's remnants of the soul first, cut off the hook line, and wait for the figure of the round green light transmitting mana to appear again!

There was a "whew" sound, and it was already when the relics were shrinking, and they suddenly caught fire. The fire was black, wrapped in a bead, and rolled up and down, all the while the sound of sizzling was heard.

Once Turing became cruel, Yan Zheng's remnant soul did not resist. In an instant, half of the remaining souls were wiped out. Only the tiniest remnant, with undisguised hatred and hatred, clinging to the sacred star, made the last desperate resistance.

Turing's eyes were completely red, regardless of the loss of Bai Su and Yuan Shu. He is determined to extinguish the magic fire. As he expected, when Yan Zheng's soul was on the verge of failure, the power coming from afar did show signs of decline. The star, which is elusive to the entity, is ultimately unable to withstand it. It begins to "flash" quickly and will go out at any moment. Turing even had access to some of the star's deeper secrets.

"Such a form of 'seed' seems to be ...... in the North"