"What was that, Mystic?"

There is no chanting text, and it does not belong to the ghost path sequence.

Moreover, Liyue Ji has never heard of the word "mirror reversal".

"It's a secret art."

Michizo recalls how he felt just now.

His own mirror reversal is still in the experimental stage, and through strong judgment and analytical ability, he can perceive and replicate the fluctuations of the opponent's attack, and cancel it out or return it in the form of double.

But in essence, mirror reversal should not be called offset.

It should be called a copy counterattack, because the fluctuations of the spiritual pressure are highly overlapping, and when the same spiritual pressure is output, the effect appears to be canceled.

In many experiments with Dawn, Dao San has successfully counterattacked a few times, because the Grim Reaper's attack method is too complex to guess.

The virtual attack is more direct, and Dao San is also more able to refine and accurately grasp the fluctuations in it.

"Using the fluctuation of spiritual pressure to counterattack the attack, the technique is complicated, but there is no possibility of promotion, it is not garbage."

Fortunately, the words "not trash" stung Liyue Ji deeply.

"Here we go again, attention." Dao San reminds.

Number 7 looked up, his eyes lifeless.

In the past, her eyes were arrogant and cold in disregard.

But now, looking at No. 7's eyes again, the two of them can only see the dead air in No. 7's eyes.

No. 7 lifts his foot to step forward, but is stopped by Liyuehime's reach.

With a habitual flick of her blonde hair, Liyue Ji left a handsome back for No. 7.

"First, I won't give you another chance to be arrogant."

"Second, I'll let you know who's the real trash!"

Liyue Ji gave her thumbs up and pointed at herself, then left a handsome side look on No. 7.

"Be careful!"

With Daosan's eager voice, a flash of vanity exploded at Liyue's feet, and Liyue, who had not been checking for a while, was blown straight into the pit.

Liyue Ji stood up, her blonde hair and beautiful face covered in dust, and she let out a mouthful of dirt with two "cough coughs".

Liyue Ji tilted her head and looked at Dao San blankly, on purpose.

"I'm sorry, the mirror failed."

What a coincidence, I don't fail sooner, I don't fail later, but I fail when I'm behind you.

The skill of virtual flash, with the current level of his own mirror, is indeed not so easy to resist.

Because of skills such as ghost path and virtual flash, fluctuations are even more difficult to figure out and copy.

The students and the transformed souls quickly stabilized the situation.

Except at the beginning, a transformed soul chose to self-destruct in order to protect the student who was blinded by seeing the void, causing a panic, and then relying on strong force, the void was already in a state of collapse.

……

"Attention to the on-site Grim Reaper, the experiment has entered the second stage, please protect the safety of the trainees."

In the vicinity of the 49th District, the headquarters of the 12th Brigade proceeded according to the plan.

It's just hors d'oeuvres, and this level of emptiness is just the beginning.

The Grim Reaper, who was at the scene, obeyed the instructions and began to cast bait, using bait to attract Void, which they were familiar with.

"Hanyu Michizo, on his side, continue to increase the amount of bait used." Behind the front-line staff of the 12th team's experiment, 10th team 10 seats Yamada Yiji was in command.

The Twelve Team Grim Reaper, who was in charge of the communication, hit a spirit, and his face turned green on the spot, Yamada Yiji and Hanyu Michizo's Liangzi, he knew.

But this god of death didn't expect that there was a sage from Room 46 in this experiment, and Yamada Yiji actually dared to interfere?

"How can there be so much nonsense, hurry up and prepare."

The messenger sitting in front of the equipment gritted his teeth, the captain was not there, Yamada Juxi was the most senior commander here, and he couldn't disobey the order.

And looking back, Yamada also sighed, the two were already people from two worlds.

But today's order is indeed an order conveyed by the captain.

Ever since he had pointed out that Hanyu was not the Grim Reaper, Yamada felt Captain Nirvana's undisguised disgust.

To be honest, he felt like he couldn't tell when he would be pushed onto the operating table by Captain Nirvana.

Yamada forced himself not to think about it.

But what everyone present didn't notice was that a granulation on the back of Yamada's neck was wriggling and twisting, and it was rapidly expanding.

……

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, it's not going to be a soldier, you're a big man, can you be harder?"

A purple-haired and double-ponytailed soldier stood in front of the cultivators, looking at the two cultivators who vomited with fear.

"I'm sorry, big sister number 88, because it's really ......"

The cultivator gasped, and the oppressive feeling brought by the pressure of a void spirit made him a little unbearable.

"Bah, what a boring man, I thought it would be very good when I looked at you.

Anyway, why didn't I get into Hanyu Michizo's group, I should be able to fight happily now. ”

They are transformed souls, which are transformed from ordinary ones, not machines, and have their own joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

"I'm so sorry." Xiu Bing smiled helplessly, he was a little embarrassed to be so ridiculed by the opposite sex.

"Here we go again." Number 88 glanced at the two boring men she was carrying, she knew the real situation. "Now, the real experiment has just begun."

Before the words fell, a two-legged short hand, straightened up, and there was a virtual birth of more than two meters beside the three people, and without saying a word, a red light converged between the paws.

"Vanity." No. 88 gritted his teeth, "You two run." ”

There is a high probability that there will be some other special abilities, and it is difficult to protect two weak chickens when fighting.

The other companion who had been resurrected didn't even hesitate, turned around and ran, and the cultivator gritted his teeth, not knowing what to do, and turned his head to leave.

No. 88 had fine sweat on his forehead, but there was an unforgiving taunt on his mouth, "You really chose the wrong opponent." ”

"King's Landing! Flesh masks, Vientiane, wing-flapping, human-like things! Truth and temperance, the wall of sinful dreams does not know it, but stands on it!

Breaking the Road Thirty-Three: Falling from the Fire. ”

A blue glow glowed from No. 88's palm, and a blast erupted from her palm.

But when it hit the void's body, it was not painful or itchy, and the void kicked his legs, and the short front paws threw No. 88 away.

"Ahh

No. 88 screamed in pain, but it woke up the Hinosaki Shubing behind him.

"Damn."

Gritting his teeth, Xiu Bing didn't think about whether he could do it, didn't think about whether he should go back, but rushed back with enthusiasm.

At this time, No. 88 was already retreating, but he saw Hinosaki Repair jump out and smash his fist on the void mask.

For nothing, I used it.

Xiu Bing looked at his fist in surprise, feeling this kind of power.

"Run, Xiubing!"

The cultivator turned his head stiffly, and with a "poof", hot blood splashed into the cultivator's eyes.

That's not his blood.

It turns out that the blood of the transformed soul is the same as that of an ordinary soul, and it has the same temperature.

"Breaking the Path Sixty-Three, Thunder Roar Cannon."

The high-level ghost path that a real superior seat can cast, under this blow, the void turned into ashes without any resistance.

But for No. 88, "seriously injured", "not mastered", and "abandoned chanting", the result of the superposition of these three is the collapse of her spirit.

Silent tears flowed from the eyes of Hinosaki Shubing, who was still a teenager.

Not fear, not sadness.

It's resentment at incompetence about oneself.

Looking up, the rain mixed with tears.

It was raining, but I couldn't hold up an umbrella for this lost life.

A cold hand held Xiubing's face, and No. 88 left a faint smile for Xiubing, just like the ephemeral flower.

"Stupid, didn't I say it a long time ago, these are just my fate, the fate of transforming my soul."

When the music plays, we can only dance, a grand stage play opens, and we don't know who is the dancer and who is the audience.