It's not easy to pick up the shadows in the mirror. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Teng Yunshen stayed focused, and then relied on body movements to strengthen concentration. He reached out to a shadow beyond the mirror. Tens of thousands of lattices screamed, Teng Yunshen's fingers were blurred with flesh and blood under the sudden stinging pain, and they lost their clear shape, and they looked like a small piece of wet lipstick imprint.

He got the shadow of his wand. The shadow trembled in his scarred hand like a narrow razor. He shed more blood, but the price was not expensive compared to the result.

Teng Yunshen inserted the shadow of his wand into the sole of the mirror's foot, which made the mirror image ...... Complete. The wand that acts as a mirror runs through the ball of the hyperform's foot, and the superform in the mirror lacks this part. Wounds, marks, defects, and sometimes it's these qualities that make things seem more real.

When a mirror is found by the Mirror Mage in its entirety in the other mirror, the Mirror Mage can smash it to pieces. It is not easy to do this, even if the senses of wizards are different from those of ordinary people, and even if they can easily find the longest or shortest of their eyelashes with their sight, it is still very difficult to do so.

Theoretically, that's endless...... Myths. You find the second mirror in the first mirror, and you sketch out the frame of the second mirror in great detail, taking the trouble to give it a lifelike outline. And when you try to apply the layers of detail to the mirror, you'll find yourself having to put your first mirror in as well.

And the second mirror is always found in the first mirror, as if it were yesterday.

Teng Yunshen's concentration must pass through one mirror after another, until he is alone, until the last mirror is dim.

He once used this technique to kill a mirror mage, however, fate not only raised his mana to the level of the sixth order, but also provided him with a large mirror made of air. Such experience cannot be learned.

But, at the moment, he is in the world of mirrors, which is both the first mirror and the second mirror. The mirrors will destroy each other in their own reflection.

He shoved the superform into the superform itself.

The two-headed shell struggled violently. The crunch of clattering pierced the husky wind, like someone in spiked shoes standing still on the thin layer of ice.

Teng Yunshen took the moon fire. The virtual image of the sun falls in the mirror world. Just as the fusion of shadow and emotion forms a phantom, the virtual image becomes the real image in the form of the virtual image.

The double-headed shell fell into an endless sea of fire.

The young wizard threw away the slender shadow. His body flew away from the flames in a sudden lightness.

Teng Yunshen flew to the world beyond the mirror.

The deformed frame creaks and shakes the vision of the transcendent. Changes in the world in the mirror do not have a direct effect on the frame, however, the frame is also in the fire of the world in the mirror. The superform's slowly molten shell enveloped it.

The black sky and red flames are reminiscent of the honeycomb coal that was placed under the stove in childhood. The sun in the mirror world is dying, and the dying stars spin and emit a dark red glow. The earth burst like foam under its squeezing.

The young wizard realizes that he cannot escape. It's too late. The exit is in sight. It's just that the next heartbeat, the next breath, the world in the mirror will be destroyed in its own contradictory magic.

And Teng Yunshen could neither breathe nor make his heart beat. He stayed between one breath and one heartbeat. He is not an inhabitant of the world in the mirror.

The sun shines through the frozen clouds. The sky opened its eyes of terror. It is dying, but its gaze is still invincible. Everything evaporated under the gaze of the Eye of the Sky...... No, not even the concept of "evaporation" no longer exists. They just vanished, leaving a bleak void.

Time no longer favors Teng Yunshen. The scale of time has lost any meaning.

The wind is blowing in your face. Teng Yunshen narrowed his eyes. In the world of molten mirrors, the wind is also hot. It couldn't give him the last of his peace, and every touch left a hissing pain on his skin like a soldering iron.

He seems to be doomed, but he won't just give up. He was determined to make a change, and he was no longer just a muddled walking corpse. For the sake of the people, he could not hand over the world to an evil threat.

The young wizard held back the wind that lingered in the dying. The unrestrained wind, the lonely wind, stops by the young wizard. It has traveled to every corner of the world, and every moment is a unique memory. Especially at this moment, the virtual image of everything will be turned into powder in the natural distortion. Unfortunately, the reason why people pour out their joys, sorrows and sorrows to it is precisely because it is eternally lonely. It just listened without saying a word, and then spun away, into the unknown distance.

Teng Yunshen took away the loneliness of the wind of mourning.

The world in the mirror falls apart. Mirror mana is destroying itself in a rapid acceleration. He retrieved all sorts of magic.

Teng Yunshen lowered his head and found his weak shadow in the cracked crystal lattice. He tucked his loneliness into the shadows...... The phantom swelled vividly, floating away from the ground like a balloon.

He put on the Shadow of Solitude.

The cries of destruction fell silent and died down. The speed of destruction varies, and the closer the texture is to the mirror of light, the shorter the process of destruction.

And Teng Yunshen could carefully avoid everything that was slower than himself, no matter which direction they came from, under the concentration of the lonely shadow, they were in order.

He walked through the mirror, just in a thought.

Teng Yunshen returned to the real world outside. The grumpy two-headed shell burned behind him. Teng Yunshen hurriedly bent down to avoid the evil wind blowing from the super shape.

The evil wizard scolded. The ritual mage's Demon God's Hand was only one-third of its length, but he was still annoyed by the stone pillars that rose from the ground from time to time.

Teng Yunshen turned around and pushed the superform. He was bounced off by the overweight and flew into the clear moonlight.

The evil wizard slashed through the impregnable stone pillar with a single sword, and the ghostly fire bared its teeth and claws on his butcher's knife.

The sky shattered at Teng Yunshen's feet, and the wanton cracks were like unexpected lightning.