"That's good."

**

Qin Xian was in a happy mood, carrying the mirror of life and death, and couldn't wait to return to the execution hall, which was exclusive to his own room.

As if doing something shameful, she closed the doors and windows of her room tightly.

Then, sit down cross-legged on a soft couch.

"Mirror of Life and Death, let me meet him."

Qin Xian's eyes shimmered in the mirror, the strange eye totem, the pupils circled one by one, purple and black, like a proverb of the cycle of life and death.

Qin Xian himself is a refiner, and he also has a little dabbling in the soul path. Therefore, it is not difficult for her to concentrate.

Soon, she stared at the pupil totem, saw it fascinatingly, and entered a state of extreme meditation.

Consciousness, a little psychedelic.

Qin Xian's mind began to "buzz", and the space around him began to twist and deform, showing a circle of twisting, and the sky was spinning for a while.

A purple and black eye appeared on the top of Qin Xian's head.

To be precise, the eyes of the sky are projected from the mirror of life and death.

She missed the man desperately.

"Yi Tian ......"

She silently recited his name.

And at this moment, in the ghost domain, the soul pool.

A young man in black armor, with an extremely standard figure, eight-pack abs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The black armor, with silver metal edges, was worn on the body, showing a large V-shape, revealing a large area of fair and strong skin on the chest. The belt is made of metal with a skull-shaped clasp in the center.

He was extremely handsome, with delicate facial features, red phoenix eyes, light brown pupils, and sword eyebrows. Tie a ponytail and hang down the bangs on the front of the forehead until the position of the mandible. The ponytail was tied very high, with a black ribbon, and it was simply tied, and the hair was very long, hanging down to the waist, and the tips of the hair were slightly curly.

There are very few men who can have such a simple hairstyle and be masculine.

He sat in a pool of thirty zhang and practiced intently.

The water in the pool is blood-colored, turning red waves, like a blood-colored red lotus in full bloom, and like a manzhu sawa leading to the other side of death, the rich blood evil qi and the mystery of death are full of it.

Above his head, there was a bright red energy body, shining with dazzling brilliance.

In the energy body, thousands of thin red bright threads were drawn out, intertwined into a net, and enveloped his body. From a distance, it looked as if he was bound, and the red net, shining with lightning, "crackled" at his flesh.

He pursed his lips and frowned, his forehead covered with beads of sweat, and his expression looked very painful.

It has been five years since he accepted the inheritance of the Infernal Ghost King, and now, it has reached the most critical moment, as long as he passes the last level and absorbs and refines the energy light ball above his head, he will be done!

That's right, this man is Si Yitian.

His Royal Highness, the king of Yi, who has been in exile for five years, lives in the city of the ghost king underground, and plays all the people on the ground.

And at the last moment of accepting the inheritance, a sudden change occurred.

Above Si Yitian's head, a sky-high eye suddenly appeared, a strange totem, a circle of round pupils, black and purple intertwined, as if a kind of life and death established reincarnation.

That eye was originally closed.

Suddenly opened.

Purple and black staggered light, flickering.