"Ahhh

Dao Sincere Ancestor obviously couldn't accept this fact at all, and even though he had been trampled under the feet of the Demon Mind Incarnation, he still scolded extremely unwillingly, "You, how could you defeat me so easily...... I am Mahayana, I am the master of the mirror, I am the ...... Mmmmmm

The incarnation of Demon Thoughts only allowed the state officials to set fires, and the people were not allowed to light the lamps, and when he raised his hand, he cast a forbidden spell on him, and said gloomily: "The dry mirror fell into your hands, it is really a pearl and a secret project." ”

Dao Zhen Ancestor's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"I got the dry mirror, but I couldn't find the Kun mirror, and I pretended to be smart enough to break into the phantom dream......"

Yin and yang are born together, Qiankun is interdependent, the connection between Qianjing and Kun Mirror is stronger than the other mirrors, if the Dao Ancestor can sense it carefully, he may be able to find the traces of Kun Jing - then the Demon Mind Incarnation can now recover the two clones.

Pity......

The Demon Mind Incarnation had some regrets, but it would not be entangled in irreparable matters, it did not kill the Dao Ancestor, but controlled him.

Dao Zhen Ancestor thinks he is extremely smart, and he wantonly plays with people's hearts, and today he has become a puppet in the hands of others, which is really unpleasant.

The Demon Mind Incarnation threw the Dao Ancestor back to the Illusory Dream Realm, and gave him the Dry Mirror temporarily, asking him to retrieve the Separation Mirror, Redemption Mirror, and Gen Mirror that were lost in the Illusionary Dream Realm.

It has suppressed the mirror heart, and it is not impossible to take it in person, but the three mirrors are in one, joining forces against the enemy, and the battlefield is not in the dark world of the mirror heart, it may also be injured.

This is still secondary, the point is that the dream of the illusion is the dream of the three-life mirror, not the dream of one person, and it is also related to the mirror heart, if the three people who have temporarily obtained the treasure mirror find any clues and awaken the mirror heart, things will be troublesome again.

Therefore, the incarnation of demonic thoughts will let the Dao Ancestor solve the other party, so that the three Mahayana Ancestors will only think that this is a civil war in the East China Sea, and will not associate it with other aspects, and the risk will be avoided.

After the Dao Heart Ancestor disappeared, the indifferent gaze of the Demon Mind Avatar swept across the dormitory, and let out a contemptuous snort, and then a black phantom flew out of its body, and disappeared outside the door of the dormitory in an instant.

Ling Jun and Long Yingyun were listening to the live radio broadcast, but after the Demon Mind Incarnation finished speaking, all sounds disappeared.

Long Yingyun said in a low voice: "Dao Ancestor has fallen?"

Ling Jun's expression became solemn, "Not necessarily, but it's almost ......."

A moment later, a cold snort exploded in the hearts of the two of them, it was completely different from the feeling brought by those voices before, full of hostility and murderous aura, like a basin of ice water in the cold winter wax moon, almost freezing the hearts of the two of them.

They didn't need any hints, both of them knew what was going on - the Demon Mind Avatar had already spotted them!

Escape?

It's impossible to escape, and the only way to do this is to adapt to the situation!

Ling Jun decisively returned the control of this body to Long Yingyun, and he hid in the corner of his Divine Soul Sea.

Long Yingyun, who usually felt uncomfortable without her, didn't say anything at this time - although he didn't want to admit it, he did know Xuanqing and knew why she did this.

It's not that she is greedy for life and afraid of death, so she lets herself go to death, but in order to confuse the incarnation of demonic thoughts.

As soon as he stabilized his soul, Long Yingyun saw a phantom figure appear in front of him, it seemed to have some wisdom, and glanced at him before wrapping him in the black mist.

Long Yingyun only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he only heard the whistling wind in his ears, and when the light returned, he had been thrown on the cold ground, and he could only prostrate on the ground under the pressure of the invisible spirit, and his back could not be lifted a point.

He struggled to raise his head, facing a pair of blood-colored eyes that were wrapped in a thick black mist and staring down at him.

A gloomy black mist covered every corner of the dormitory, but the fog on the throne in the middle of the main hall was the thickest, and the deep shadows formed a chromatic difference with the surroundings, and the silhouette of a hideous monster could be faintly seen.

Long Yingyun thought about the spirit body of Xuanqing he had seen before, and he felt the gap in this comparison.

Ling Jun heard his heart, and didn't make a sound, but secretly thought in his heart: "Can that be the same? There are thousands of ways to empower the gods with spirits, but the magic thoughts to endow the gods are the most inferior, and the spirits raised in this way are miscellaneous, so you can see where to go!"

There is no way to compare with her.

"Xuanming Sword's Sword Slave ......"

One by one, the black mist turned into chains, binding Long Yingyun, and the Demon Mind Incarnation asked with interest, "You can actually break through the obstacle set by this seat, but you have some ability...... Could it be that Xuan Ming has given you any benefits?"

Long Yingyun didn't answer, he was very uncomfortable now.

The chain seemed to be just a mist, but when it touched his skin, it was like turning into countless ants, constantly gnawing at his flesh, and the fine and dense stinging sensation was superimposed, and the blessing of unknown spells was simply painful.

But Long Yingyun could also see clearly that those places where pain was felt were actually no wounds at all......

Where did the injury fall?

Is it in a spirit, or is it just an illusory dream?

The Demon Mind Incarnation didn't seem to expect Long Yingyun to answer the question, it was like a big cat that had found a new toy, kneading it wantonly, playing with plasticine, grinding the body and soul of its prey.

"Ah——!!h

Long Yingyun's physical body was not inferior to that of the same level of physical cultivation, and it was supported by the Cangdi bloodline, but even so, after being tortured, he felt that almost all the bones on his body were broken, the meridians were broken, and the acupoints were displaced, and he screamed uncontrollably.

The vitality was rapidly fading with the passage of blood, and the wailing was gradually weakening, and in a trance, Long Yingyun seemed to have returned to the original blood sacrifice, and the breath of death was so close......

"My life is ridiculous, it seems that no matter what...... Don't want to part with Xuanming Sword, this is ...... Bad fate......"

He thought sadly.

Lingjun remained silent, turning a blind eye to it, and her companion's near-death could not move her in the slightest.

The Demon Mind Incarnation finally stopped playing with its prey, and at this time, Long Yingyun was already dying, and he was only a little bit away from being destroyed.

"It's not even ......," it muttered to itself, "is it really the obstacle he broke himself, not the Xuanming Sword?"

It had a bad habit of abusing its enemies, but it did so not only to satisfy its growing desire to commit violence, but also to check whether the Xuanming Sword Spirit was hidden in Long Yingyun's body.

But it didn't find out anything, everything was too normal, and Long Yingyun was no different from when he was just caught.

The incarnation of the demon thought separated another wisp of demonic thought, and secretly went to the Boundless Tomb Sea, wanting to see if the Xuanming Sword Spirit was there—but unfortunately, the forbidden barrier set up by the Xunjing and the Zhenjing refused to be explored, and if you wanted to break the ban, you had to wait for the Dao Ancestor to come back with the three treasure mirrors.

Wait a minute...... It should be fine, right?

As soon as this thought came to mind, the incarnation of the demon thought suddenly felt a sense of impending disaster, as if it had done so, and the end would be extremely miserable.

Whim!

Da Neng had always believed in his instincts, but the Demon Thought Incarnation suddenly dispelled this thought, and decided to hurry up and take advantage of it now.

Thinking like this, it once again set its gaze on Long Yingyun.

Long Yingyun really deserved to be a powerful existence that could steal the Spirit Jun, and when the Demon Mind Incarnation did not continue to apply damage, the Cangdi bloodline immediately began to play a role to repair his injuries.

A cold wisp of demonic thought silently invaded his sea of souls......

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East China Sea.

Venerable Chenghui was the first to discover the disappearance of the Dao Ancestor of Dao Sincerity, but with his knowledge of the world, he could not have imagined that this high-ranking power had been captured and turned into a puppet - he only thought that the Dao Ancestor had gone to do something that could not be known to the public.

Great power always had many secrets, and Venerable Chenghui didn't take them to heart, but it was indeed a great opportunity for him.

Before, he was thinking about getting a treasure mirror, but Dao Xin Ancestor had always been near him, and he couldn't do anything secretly, and now he ...... Hey.

After arranging some plans for a few henchmen, Venerable Chenghui quietly left the Chenghui Spiritual Realm and came to the Tyumen Spiritual Realm alone—it should now be called the original Tyuming Spiritual Realm.

The fall of Tyumen City almost swept away the top of the Qiu family, and the few remaining abilities were insufficient to preserve the family's roots in the troubled times, and this once flourishing spiritual realm was finally divided up.

Millions of miles of water nearby, only the place where the original Tyumen City was located was unattended, because the black vortex had not disappeared, and had been expanding at an extremely slow pace even over the years.

Others didn't know, but Venerable Chenghui knew very well that this was a sign that the Mahayana ancestors of the three great kings realms were beginning to run out.

The black whirlpool swallowed the aura of heaven and earth, the wind howled in the surrounding sea, and the stormy waves were layered endlessly, Venerable Chenghui passed through a curtain of water and invaded the edge of the black whirlpool, and immediately sensed the ubiquitous attraction.

In the past, he was as fearful as a snake and scorpion, and he only dared to go deep under the leadership of Dao Ancestor Dao Zhen, but now this could not scare him.

Venerable Chenghui turned his hand and took out a beautiful paper kite, wrapped the thread around the wrist of his left hand, and then let go of his hand, and the paper kite was swept up by the wind, and immediately flew up to the sky, heading towards the depths of the black whirlpool.

Following the traction of the beautiful paper kite, Venerable Chenghui stepped into the black whirlpool.

The black vortex is a passage connecting the two worlds, and the interior is naturally not stable, but the beautiful paper kite magically did not go with the flow or be torn to pieces by the mixed forces, but flew along a winding road, and Venerable Chenghui followed the paper kite.

Gradually, a hazy halo appeared in front of him, which seemed to be an exit, but if he looked closely, he could vaguely find three small figures in the halo.

Venerable Chenghui's eyes lit up, and he was about to put away the paper kite, sneak up on it, sneak attack one of them, and snatch the treasure mirror.

However, at this moment, a kind of yin wind struck, and the thin paper kite suddenly flickered, and then a gray light shrouded it, and the beauty's godless eyes gradually shone with a hint of brilliance.

Venerable Chenghui's heart jumped, and a sense of foreboding arose, and he subconsciously tightened the silk thread in his hand, wanting to pull the paper kite back, but he didn't want to hear only a slight sound - the silk thread was broken, and he dragged it lonely.

A paper kite with a broken thread would have been swept away by the wind, but this paper kite did not.

The beauty blinked slowly, her faint gaze was fixed on Venerable Chenghui, and immediately, the corners of her lips curved, revealing a gloomy smile.

Venerable Chenghui had a bad heart, and immediately crushed a jade talisman in his hand.

The beauty paper kite is made according to the appearance of Yu Zhichuan, Yu Zhichuan was transformed by him into a space-time landmark carrier connecting the phantom dream and the real world before his death, although now it is extinct, the remaining trace of divine soul power can also lead others to walk in the black whirlpool without getting lost.

- It was precisely because of this preparation that Venerable Chenghui dared to come alone, and as a result, the paper kite actually "lived......

He is not afraid of Yu Zhichuan who is alive, let alone dead, what he is afraid of is the power of the black vortex itself, so if he can't fight, he will break through the air and run away.

But the jade talisman was crushed, nothing happened, and Venerable Chenghui still stood in place.

The beauty floated up to him, and there was a little more ridicule in her gloomy smile, as if his intimidating reaction had pleased her.

Venerable Chenghui didn't say a word, and hit it with one palm!

The palm of the Cave Void Strongman was enough to make a spiritual realm face destruction in an instant, but when it landed on the paper beauty, it only brought a fresh breeze and blew the beauty's black hair into chaos.

Venerable Chenghui: "......"

This was embarrassing, and he was a little dazed, not knowing what was going on—a thing that wasn't even a remnant soul, at most a wisp of obsession, could defuse his attack?

The beauty stretched out her hand towards his neck, and Venerable Chenghui's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated, but he was shocked to find that at some point, the broken silk thread was renewed, but it was just ......

Before, he was putting paper kites, and now it's paper kites putting him!

He floated lightly in the unpredictable turbulence of the whirlpool, and as soon as the beauty tugged at the silk thread, he flew uncontrollably towards her.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer......

After all, the cold hand still fell on Venerable Chenghui.

At that moment, he felt only a chill in his neck, followed by an explosion of extreme pain, and his proud self-control became a complete joke, rolling on the ground like a ruffian touching porcelain, screaming and screaming—obviously he had no wounds on his body.

Seeing this scene, the beauty smiled with crooked eyebrows, and there was no trace of coldness in her eyes.

She reached out again, this time tugging at Venerable Chenghui's hair.

"Ahh

Venerable Chenghui felt a ghost hand pull at his hair, and kept pulling it out, tearing his scalp alive, and a blur of flesh and blood......

The beauty's slender nails gently scratched his skin, scratching a little oily skin.

This time, Venerable Chenghui no longer felt a ghost hand, but countless ones.

They are like knives that are not very sharp, and they pick up a handful of flesh and cut it, and it takes several cuts to cut off a piece of meat, and then the wound returns to its original shape, and the hands repeat what they did before......

He's a great monk of the Void Void! How could this little hurt make him so painful?

Venerable Chenghui thought vaguely, until he completely lost consciousness, and did not understand the reason for this.