"This must be an illusion!" he comforted himself in a continuous voice, calmed down, and took a few deep breaths in succession before returning his gaze to this "mirror of fate".

The next moment, the old demon of this puppet sect seemed to have been struck by an invisible thunder for the second time, and the whole person suddenly stood stupidly in place, and there was a trace of sluggishness in his eyes.

This "mirror of fate" suddenly appeared from a gray face, and at this moment, it suddenly dimmed again!

The image in the mirror has been replaced by a gray color again, this "mirror of fate", as if it has never been clear, all what he saw from this "mirror of fate" just now seems to be just a short-lived hallucination he experienced.

The medicine is not alive, and it is enough to be stunned for a long time.

When he came back from his stunned mind, his first reaction was to rub his eyes fiercely, and when he saw clearly the "Mirror of Destiny" hanging high in the primary position, the mirror was indeed gray, and he couldn't see any image, he finally couldn't hold it back, and rushed over directly, and his body floated up in the air with the performance of the art of controlling the sky, and he came directly to the "Mirror of Destiny".

"No, it's really gone!" he stretched out his hands and wiped the gray-white mirror with his sleeves a few times, but found that the mirror had not changed at all, and the whole person immediately showed signs of being stunned.

A moment later, in the silent temple hall, a crisp sound of "pop" suddenly sounded.

Yao Buhuo directly slapped himself, and the pain in his face convinced him that he was not dreaming.

However, he was still not sure whether what he had just seen in this "mirror of fate" was an illusion or a fact that had indeed happened.

"What are you doing?" Just when Yao Buhuo was a little sluggish and unconscious, a faint, majestic voice sounded coldly behind him.

As soon as he heard this voice, the body that couldn't live was instinctively trembling, and then immediately the whole person immediately turned around as if he was conditioned, and put on a groveling minion appearance, and said in a loud voice: "Sorry, it's all the villain's fault for disturbing Senior Yan's rest!"

"I'm asking you why you flew there, and why you slapped yourself. On the throne, the Yanren King was still sitting motionless, and the expression on his face was also neither angry nor joyful, but he just looked at the medicine indifferently, and asked indifferently in his mouth.

Only then did he find that he was facing this powerful man in a "condescending" position, and he almost didn't give his legs and feet weak, so he hurriedly rolled back to the ground, hunched over, lowered his head, and carefully explained: "Back to the predecessor of Yan, the villain seems to have a little hallucination just now, because he can't be sure, so he wants to beat himself to confirm it." ”

"Hallucinations. The Yanren King looked at him noncommittally, "What hallucination?"

"The villain saw -" As he spoke, he quickly stretched out his hand and pointed to the "Mirror of Destiny" at the top position, and said cautiously, "The 'Mirror of Destiny' seemed to suddenly light up, and the figure of a young man appeared, and then, uh, and then it became this gray appearance again. ”

"Oh?" Hearing his answer, King Yanren suddenly flashed a divine light in his eyes, and the whole person stood up directly from the throne of the treasure and strode towards the location of the mirror wall.

Yao Buhuo stood sideways respectfully, and he didn't dare to catch his breath.

"Are you saying that this 'Mirror of Destiny' lit up, and then, it regained its appearance like this?"

The medicine is not alive and nodded again and again.

The Yanren King also nodded, didn't speak again, grabbed the "Mirror of Destiny", and slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, his eyes hadn't opened yet, but the corners of his mouth outlined a sneer: "It seems that my old friend is about to die, and even the mana that blinds the heavens for a few ants will be interrupted...... Hehe, it seems that after this time the curtain ends, I will never see his storage again, and in the future, I will be left alone......"

His last sentence, his voice muttered, faint, and he only heard some of it, but he didn't dare to have the idea of gossiping.

Now he can be said to have been completely subjugated into a slave by the Yanren King, both in terms of physical instinct and mental instinct.

With a wave of his hand, the "Mirror of Destiny" in his hand flew out and returned to its original position: "What you saw just now is not an illusion, perhaps, it will appear again and again in the future." Write down how often this happens, and note the duration of each time. ”

Yao Buhuo hurriedly nodded and agreed.

The king of the swallows paid no more attention to him, and went straight back to the throne, sat down, put his hands on the pillow, and closed his eyes again.

Until this time, the medicine did not live a long sigh of relief, wiped his forehead, but found that his hands were full of cold sweat.

"It sounds like there are still big people in this small world who can compete with Yan's predecessors?" he dared to recall the vague sentence he had just heard, and the gossip in his heart suddenly rose.

It's just that gossip is gossip, and he definitely doesn't have the courage to ask King Yanren.

Fortunately, in addition to the eight gray-white "Mirrors of Destiny", the images reflected on the rest of the mirror walls are all things that can make him feel hearty, especially in the great desert, the elders of the various sects, and the disciples of the Barbarian Temple, are getting closer and closer, which can make him soar just by thinking about it.

At the moment, Yao Buhuo shifted his attention to the past, and at the same time, he also divided a little bit of spirit, paying attention to this "mirror of fate" in the first place.

It's just that this "mirror of fate" has not been lit up again for the next three hours.

Just when Yao Buhuo wondered if this "Mirror of Destiny" would never light up again, suddenly, a white light flashed from this side of the mirror wall.

Yao Buhuo hurriedly looked at it, but found that it was not the "Mirror of Destiny" that King Yanren asked him to pay attention to reappeared, but that on this mirror wall, there was actually another "Mirror of Destiny", and in this new "Mirror of Destiny", the figure that appeared was a heroic young man, and there was a faint blessing of a dragon vein on his body.

Yao Buhuo was just stunned for a moment, and then an incredible expression appeared on his face: "This is the Holy Emperor of the Central Holy Dynasty, Yingzheng?!"