I saw that under the gaze of the dialect, the mirror surface of the Yuguang Mirror, which was covered with fine patina, suddenly glowed from the inside out, a green light that was completely different from the black light. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info sets off the already ancient bronze mirror to be even more extraordinary and bizarre.

As soon as this green light appeared on the mirror, it caused a violent fluctuation in the dusty space.

The mysterious energy scattered throughout the dusty space, separated and transformed by the black mang's erosion of various substances, began to rush towards the bronze mirror frantically under the traction of green light. It even formed a large-scale energy vortex because of this.

For this green light, Fang Yan just glanced at it with his consciousness and felt a violent fluctuation in his soul, as if he wanted to leave his body and throw himself into that green light. Shocked, he hurriedly calmed down, and it took a lot of energy to calm down the fluctuations in his soul. But he didn't dare to stare at the green light anymore.

The bitterness in his heart was even worse, Fang Yan only felt that today must be his unlucky day, this feeling of powerlessness, he hadn't felt it for a long time.

If what he felt just now was right, if it weren't for the fact that he had experienced soul transformation and had already condensed the witch soul, I am afraid that the first time he saw that green light, his soul would be pulled into the mirror by that strange green light.

As for what happens to the soul when it enters the mirror......

Fang Yan's face couldn't help but have a worried expression.

He didn't have to think about it to know that it was definitely not a good outcome!

……

Just when the Yuguang Mirror was frantically absorbing those mysterious energies, the erosion of the black mang's dust space was also coming to an end. The last remaining layer of the wall membrane where the black mang first came into contact with the space wall membrane was finally completely wiped out under the continuous erosion of the black mang.

The first hole in the space wall membrane has appeared!

Burst!

The embankment of thousands of miles collapsed in the anthill, and the appearance of loopholes in the space wall membrane directly caused the operation of the alchemy array attached to the dust bag to come to a standstill.

And this time, it weakened the resistance of the space wall membrane to the black mang, and almost in a very short time, the remaining space wall membrane was completely eroded by the black mang, and turned into that mysterious energy that was absorbed by the Yuguang mirror.

Thundered!

Fang Yan only felt that after his eyes suddenly darkened, the wisp of consciousness he had penetrated into the dust space was repulsed, and he could no longer perceive the situation inside the dust space.

An inexplicable sense of emptiness as if something had been lost came over me.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Fang Yan's face still became ugly, and he spat out a few words from his mouth almost word by word:

"The spiritual imprint inside the dust bag...... It's completely shattered!! ”

As an alchemy magic item, the Dust Bag does not have the function of recognizing the owner, but it has a similar user authentication setting.

At the core of the alchemy circle inside the dust bag, there is a spiritual imprint planted by the dialect, and only those who have the same spiritual power fluctuations as this spiritual imprint can open the dust bag.

And if the authentication conditions in the setting are not met, then even if an outsider gets the dust bag, he will not be able to open and use the space item.

Unless the dialect itself takes the initiative to erase that spiritual imprint.

At this moment, the spiritual imprint in the dust bag has been shattered without the dialect actively erasing, which only represents the occurrence of a situation - the space inside the dust bag has been completely destroyed.

didn't have time to feel sorry for the loss of a precious space prop, Fang Yan seemed to think of something after coming back to his senses, his face suddenly changed, and then he was more than ten meters away from the location of the dust bag at a very fast speed.

And Fang Yan's action was indeed done in time, almost at the moment when he stopped, a strong spatial storm erupted at the location of the dust bag.

Click!

A sound that seemed to be the breaking of glass sounded in Fang Yan's ears.

Just as he turned around again to observe the current situation of the dust bag, countless small spatial cracks suddenly spread out of the void after the dust bag was completely shattered, and slowly stopped after expanding the range of nearly ten meters around it.

Fang Yan watched everything that happened in front of him with palpitations.

I saw that within the scope of those spatial rifts, all matter had been completely reduced to nothingness. Including the alloy floors branded with the reinforcement circle under his feet, they couldn't hold on for a second more in the raging space storm.

If he had retreated a little slower just now, it would have been completely torn apart by the violent spatial power just like those things that were within the scope of the spatial rift!

When the time comes, even if Fang Yan believes that his soul can survive with the protection of the "Gate of Time and Space", his sorcery foundation is estimated to have to start all over again.

The body of the dialect is not strong enough to resist the cracks in space.

In this secret chamber deep underground, the spatial storm formed by the rupture of the dust bag came to rest after raging for a while.

It wasn't until he saw that the last spatial rift had also dissipated that Fang Yan cautiously stepped forward from a distance to observe.

"Huh!!"

Fang Yan looked at the mirror with a strange face, lying quietly in the huge pit formed by the spatial rift, but there was a little strange in his heart that it was not swept into the space-time rift with the destruction of the dusty space.

You must know that after a space prop like a dust bag is damaged, almost all the items contained in the space will be thrown into the space-time rift by the space storm, and there is rarely a chance to appear in the real world.

With a hint of vigilance and jealousy, Fang Yan stared at the bronze mirror that seemed to have regained its calm. It wasn't until the past half of the day, after making sure that it would not make any more movements, that Fang Yan cautiously poked out a wisp of spiritual power and probed towards the bronze mirror.

No way, the impression that this mirror just brought to Fang Yan was too deep for him to be careless.

After dozens of breaths, Fang Yan retracted his spiritual power with a strange expression.

This mirror...... It's so weird!

Under the detection of his spiritual power, this mirror was like an ordinary copper mirror, and there was nothing surprising about it.

But after seeing the movement that this mirror has just made, and the dialect that has lost a lot because of it, he does not dare to underestimate the value and danger contained in this mirror.

With a thought in his mind, the dialect mobilized the power of the Senluo realm again, but the result of the investigation was still the same as just now.

After hesitating for a while, Fang Yan finally decided that it would be better to touch the mirror first.

Without stepping forward directly, Fang Yan converted some of his spiritual power into telekinetic power, and then leaned towards the mirror in the center of the pit.

It's just that the telekinetic power that can lift even a small hill passes through the body of the bronze mirror as if it had passed through a phantom.

Silently retracting the motivation to read, Fang Yan, who had already been mentally prepared, did not have any fluctuations on his face, but a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Without trying to capture the bronze mirror in any other way, after sighing softly, Fang Yan walked to the edge of the pit and jumped down with a slight shake.

Step by step, the dialect tensed his spirit and walked in the direction of the bronze mirror.

And on his body, I don't know at some point, he has been shrouded in several protective witchcraft, and he is always ready to face danger.

It's just that until he approached the bronze mirror, nothing unusual happened.

"Smack-" One of Fang Yan's hands had already touched the mirror.

He looked nervously at the bronze mirror, paying close attention to every trace of change in the bronze mirror.

After a few seconds, the bronze mirror still didn't move, Fang Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, slowly grabbed the bronze mirror, and put it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, Fang Yan frowned, and looked at his finger with a hint of surprise on his face.

I saw that his fingers that had just touched the lines of the mirror body, but the fingertips had cracked at some point, and a few drops of crystal round blood beads were quietly hanging on the fingertips.