"Don't scare me, it's scary. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Bran looked around weakly, afraid that something would happen.

Amon said: "That was before the plane was shattered, and now there are few situations like that here, otherwise the consequences will be serious." ”

"What consequences," Lynch said.

Amon said: "There are rumors that this is the origin of mirror magic, there was an ancient elf who cultivated again, saw his own essence, broke the shackles, and became a leader all the way, and there are also rumors that the Demon Emperor is buried here, which is the final sleeping place of the Great Emperor." ”

The two of them were shocked, no matter which word could touch people's hearts.

Mirror magic is the most controversial magic of all magic, its power is reflected in the later stage, if you copy the scene of a great emperor, just imagine, who can stop it? Moreover, the battle of the high-level strong is not limited to the gap in the realm, but the familiarity of the battlefield and spells, a high-level magician encounters a group of illusions, and it is good to master the range of magic, if it is a single type of magic, he doesn't know who to bombard.

In fact, Lynch has always wanted to learn vision magic, but unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity.

"Demon Emperor, how much understanding do you have?" said Lynch, most of the statements circulating in the world are false, and they can only be true if they are confirmed with their own eyes.

Amon sighed: "I heard the Holy Sacrifice say that the Demon Emperor is forced by the world to enter the demon, and it is ...... When he washed the entire continent in blood, there were many strong people who could stop it, but no one did it."

Back then, the creatures of the whole continent trembled because of the Demon Emperor, and even forgot that he was the Holy Emperor of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors. "Didn't you see that those peerless powerhouses didn't speak, didn't they blame the Demon Emperor?" Amon thought about this matter with his own thoughts, which was also the original words of the original holy sacrifice.

The continent was desolate, a dead silence, with a dark wind, a cold wind, and some dead grass swaying in the rocky ground, as if there was blood condensed on it.

The sound grew quieter and quieter, until it finally disappeared into the boundless wasteland

Lynch squinted his eyes, walked step by step, and said in a deep voice, "Bran, Amon, where are you? Can you hear me!"

At some point, wisps of white mist rose from the land, and the vision began to blur, and the sound of horses' hooves rumbling could be heard from afar, very close, and it felt like something was around you, but you couldn't see anything.

Lynch performed the Bible's meditation rules to protect his body with holy light and immunity from all impurity and impurity.

The magic power was circulating wildly in his body, and the elemental power gathered on Lynch's body, becoming extremely dazzling, his body seemed to turn into a mirror, devouring and absorbing the elemental power, and the endless light of holy light poured out of his body, gradually merging with the tendons and veins in his body, making his magic power with a bit of fiery rage.

At the same time, Lynch himself also had a strange feeling, the power of the holy light, when the magic power was fused, it was also expelling the dark aura of the magic circuit.

Light and darkness cannot be blended after all.

Cultivating the Bible requires a sincere heart, and that heart must maintain the purest splendor in the world, otherwise it will be rejected by the Bible, and the slightest distraction will be burned by the Holy Light.

Lynch is a special case, his heart is not dark, so he can learn the magic of holy light, but the magic circuit circuit is based on dark magic after all, and the necromantic magic and holy light are also repulsing, and it is difficult to penetrate the entire meditation method.

"Who are you?"

A familiar voice echoed all around, Lynch looked up suddenly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and in front of him stood a person who looked exactly like himself, both in appearance and temperament, even he was almost unrecognizable.

Lynch took a few steps back, kept the most advantageous distance, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why hide in the shadows, why do you sneak out and see you?"

"You are not a person of this era, nor are you a person of this history, you are from other planes, but ........" Shadow Lynch paused, approaching forward, a stream of ink painting lingering in the palm of his hand, cold light, condensing an elven sword.

"What are you pursuing, what have you been doing so far, confused, hesitant, living such a mess, is this you?" he said coldly, every word pressed heavily on Lynch's chest, as if he were talking to himself.

Lynch shook his head vigorously, feeling dizzy, "You are the mirror image of this ancient realm, why do you have to say so much, if you want to fight, you will fight!"

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The two swords were intertwined, and Shadow Lynch stepped forward and said with a smile: "If you waver, you will, I will, so, do you think you have the ability to beat me?"

Wisps of black silk lingered, and both swords triggered a tenfold critical hit of Blessing Relief, and both were shocked back.

The two coughed up blood and suffered the same injuries, but Shadow Lynch had a calm face, and the injuries were not painful or itchy for him. "You're afraid, you're afraid, you're from another world, you're helpless here, there's no one to trust, you're supposed to be at the top of the strongest, but you just want to live well. Reality and ideals have become intertwined, so I am at a loss, and I don't even know what I have done."

Shadow Lynch moved, and the sword burned with flames, it was black, completely pitch black!

Lynch had to pick up the sword, was bombarded hard, and rolled down several meters before he got up from the ground.

He was embarrassed, covered in wounds, and blood ran down his sword, crackling. And this shadow-like figure seems to have nothing to do at all, and his gentle smile is creepy.

"Arcane Sword!" Lynch exclaimed, and a colorful light bloomed from the Elven Sword.

Do you know the sword!

Shadow Lynch moved, the sword was black and bright, flowing with demonic light, and a sword fell, knocking out a spark. "The Sword of Time!" The hourglass of time flows, and a sword crosses the dimension.

At the same time, the figure of the other party disappeared, and it was the same sword of time, and the two swords finally collided in the air.

"You're familiar with all my moves, no way, vision magic can only copy dead things, and can't use any active magic"

Lynch muttered, the scene he saw today brought him a lot of shock, the mirror image is not only as strong as himself, but also all the combat skills, magic and talents.

Even the sword in his hand was exactly the same.

Lynch said in a deep voice, "What the hell are you!"

Grass emerges, flowers bloom all over the mountain, grass grows warblers fly, and the realm of witchcraft expands rapidly.

Lynch stood in the center of the field, his face heavy, almost speechless. Because Shadow Lynch also has this kind of field, flowers and plants are swaying, but everything in it is as black as an ink painting.

"You..... That's me!"

In the end, Lynch had to admit this fact, the other party can even imitate the power of the realm, not himself, who is it?

"Darkness, you carry the power of darkness, you should be the king of darkness, why give up this power, you dare not face it!" Shadow Lynch stepped forward, shining step by step, his power was all black, extremely bewitching. (To be continued.) )