The scene is eerie, the appearance of the person in the mirror and even the scimitar dagger hanging from the waist are like the elaborate masterpieces of the stereoscopic scanner.

Han Qingxin's breathing was very steady, and for a moment her breath floated, she turned her head sideways and stared at Zhu Beichen: "What were you laughing at just now?" ”

The tone was cold.

The expression on Zhu Beichen's face was also very serious, in this case, he was also very puzzled, it was impossible for him to laugh.

"I'm not laughing at anything, am I?"

Zhu Beichen didn't even notice himself, the image of himself in the diamond mirror just now slyed the corners of his mouth, and the two of them inadvertently faded their smiles. This scene fell into Han Qingxin's eyes.

"You were obviously smiling in the mirror just now, isn't the image reflected in this mirror yours?" The conversation between the two was clearly visible in the empty valley floor, and under the oppressive atmosphere, extreme fear and panic also emerged in my heart.

Both of them didn't want to believe such a fact, if this assumption was true, and Zhu Beichen really didn't smile just now.

"This, the person in this mirror is, is alive." His tone was stiff, and there was a slight stuttering between his mouth.

When the illusion turns into a real existence, this is a fact that they cannot accept.

The image in the diamond mirror still stood in front of the two of them, as if they had never moved, and all movements changed according to the actions of the real person.

Han Qingxin showed unexpected composure, and she scanned the figure in the mirror, trying to find something. If it is really as assumed, the image in the mirror is alive, even if the appearance and clothing are exactly the same as the real person, there will definitely be something wrong, there will always be flaws. She watched calmly.

She had considered that the fantasy of the diamond mirror could not be as simple as a simple mirror reflection, and the deeper she looked, it was very likely to be holographic photography, but she quickly rejected this idea, although there is a technology of light and shadow included in this formation, but this is not that kind of technology.

Sure enough, Zhu Beichen's image in the mirror was different, she squinted, as if she had captured a trace of information.

"The Yin Fu is contained, Lingguang is separated, there seems to be a treasure, it is hidden and empty, and the mirror is also real." Zhu Beichen's face suddenly changed greatly, he turned pale in an instant, and stood in front of the mirror in a daze.

"What do these words mean?" She looked at Zhu Beichen's expression very wrong, and the four mysterious sentences made her feel puzzled, only knowing that what she said was definitely not a good thing.

"It's a 'de-grooming mirror', and if this is really a 'de-grooming len', then it's troublesome." Zhu Beichen's face was dark, but his heart was extremely uncalm.

The separation mirror is not found in any historical records, and in simple terms, it is not actually a real mirror. And the appearance of the separation mirror in the valley also confirmed the previous speculation of the two of them, this continuous mountain itself is a huge formation pattern, and the separation mirror exists as the eye of the large array. This mirror has no substance, it can be said to be condensed with the perfect splicing of light and shadow, but it can truly reflect the scenery of the world.

The record of the second volume of the Yin Fu Sutra is incomplete, although there are only a few words, it is obviously deliberately depicting the horror of the light mirror, and it is naturally not a simple thing to be able to serve as the eye of this vast array. I am afraid that the detailed record of the separation mirror can only get complete information in the first volume, which shows that the need to make the separation mirror is not only the principle of yin and yang, but also the unpredictable way of celestial destiny.

What a demonic existence that the strange man was back then, and he could use Yili arithmetic to such an extent, and he lived up to his name of wisdom. Zhu Beichen still has palpitations when he thinks about it, and he is in awe of the predecessor more than a thousand years ago.

"What are we going to do?" He has a dependence on Han Qingxin, and since this period of contact, he believes that this woman is almost omnipotent.

"You ask me what I do, I only practice Daomen's Qigong, unlike you, you are a real Taoist, it should be me who asks you what to do." Han Qingxin is helpless against this kind of predicament, and she is very unfamiliar with things like yin and yang arithmetic.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the eye of the entire big array, and there must be a door of life and death in the layout of the formation, but this formation is too complicated, and the arrangement of the formation gate may not follow common sense."

Zhu Beichen's view is reasonable, since ancient times, the formation layout has all followed the changing arrangement of the eight doors of 'rest, life, injury, Du, scene, death, and opening', and secretly cooperates with the operation of the gossip. The wisdom of Yin-Yang Mathematics is as vast as a sea of smoke, how can a little person like him who is just getting started be able to easily peek into the roots.

"Stay away, don't touch the light curtain, these lights can be strong radiation." Zhu Beichen was too close to the Lingjing in contemplation, and Han Qingxin hurriedly reminded him.

"Whatever it is, I'll try it with two cuts." After saying that, Han Qingxin put on a posture, and the momentum of the whole person immediately changed, and there was a fierce glint in his eyes.

Han Qingxin skillfully opened the wrist joints, drove the scimitar in his hand to flip three hundred and sixty degrees, tightened the knife momentum, stabilized the center of gravity with his left foot, and slid his right leg against the ground.

There was no sonorous sound of the two of them striking, except for the afterglow left by the castration of the scimitar breaking through the air, the night in the valley was still so quiet. The surface of the near-transparent rhombic mirror is sparkling and rippled, and the figure in the mirror shakes with the waves, and the image becomes blurry.

Han Qingxin's face was cold, and his eyes were shocked. She knew very well what Fang Cai was doing, the touch transmitted from the palm of the hand holding the hilt, and the scimitar pierced through without resistance, as if it were striking in the air. The rhombic mirror is empty, which is indeed a combination of light and shadow technology, but why does the mirror ripple after the knife?

"How does your Yin Rune Sutra describe this formation?" There was something absolutely strange about the light, and it was only then that my arm felt numb, a kind of tingling that was stimulated by a weak electric current to the organism, similar to a microscopic electric shock that produced a limb response.

"It's biolight."

Zhu Beichen had previously considered what kind of kinetic energy was needed to maintain such a large formation that had been running continuously for thousands of years.

Now, he understood, it was the kind of "biological energy" that was endless.

The space of the Yin Fu Sutra is limited, and it will not be recorded in every detail. The inheritance of the Yin Rune Sutra is very mysterious, he has never been exposed to it, and even he doesn't know why he suddenly blurted it out like this. It seems to have a certain relationship with the inheritance of the Yin Rune Sutra, but it doesn't seem to be.

The scimitar unsheathed was exuding a cold air, and Han Qingxin's four fingers holding the knife opened and clenched again. Her face was as calm as ever, and she looked at the rippling mirror.

"What is biolight?"

Those living objects, whether animals or plants, will show an extremely faint halo on the surface of the body, which is called biological light. This light source is invisible light outside the range of human eyesight, similar to the soul, but it belongs to a group of radio waves, all of which are invisible. The existence of biolight is closely related to the condensation and collapse of brain waves. The so-called human death is like a lamp going out, and the biological light on the body will gradually collapse with the free brain waves, and the halo will disappear.

To be able to gather enough powerful biolight energy to reach the level of human visibility, how many lifeforms are needed!

Zhu Beichen found that this set of ideas had a certain scientific basis, but for the first time, he was particularly surprised to combine such ethereal ideas to explain, this may really be the inheritance of the Yin Fu Sutra, the kind of mysterious existence, which is not seen in the scriptures, but with the in-depth self-comprehension of Taoism. If the guess is correct, the energy needed to provide such a large array with thousands of years of continuous operation is indeed biological light, then the number of bones buried in this ground is absolutely terrifying.

During the time when the two were talking, the rhombic mirror surface of the valley was quietly changing.

"You, the knife in your hand?" Zhu Beichen was a little flustered, and the scimitar used by Han Qingxin to chop the Lingjing was being corroded bit by bit. The tip of the knife was stained with a thin halo of light, the kind of mysterious biological light that the world did not understand. This light can actually adhere to the surface of objects, and from the surface, it is extremely corrosive. Extremely hard metal utensils are melting at a rate visible to the naked eye under the corrosive effects of biological light.

"Quick, lose it." Han Qingxin was stunned by this corrosive phenomenon, since leaving the ancient town, the strangeness they had encountered was something they had never seen in their lives.

Zhu Beichen was in a hurry, and without waiting for her to make a move, he rushed directly to the front and held her wrists with both hands. In a hurry, Han Qingxin instead held the handle of the scimitar tightly and couldn't shake it off.

"You're crazy, don't die, lose it." The corrosive light is transitive and has been dissolved along the tip to the end of the blade, less than a centimeter from the handle.

The screams were especially bleak in the middle of the night, even if in the next second, an eerie creature light would flood her palms.

He freed his right hand, bypassed Han Qingxin's waist, and took her into his arms, and his left arm vigorously pinched the opponent's wrist, and the heavy force was thrown down from mid-air, and only the scimitar with only the handle was vigorously thrown out of the palm.

The hilt fell to the ground, and the corrosion of the light continued, and the dissolved blade disappeared into the world out of thin air, without a trace of white smoke rising or transforming into any form.

If it is applied to a person, it may be that the bones are gone. The handle at the end of the knife was gone, and the light was extinguished.

Han Qingxin, who was held in her arms, was still very afraid, and her body was trembling. The palms of the two of them were tightly intertwined, and they were already covered with beads of sweat.

The diamond mirror finally shattered completely at this moment.

Is the Nine Songs Array finally about to start?

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