Chapter 330: The Mirror of Authenticity

The drizzle wet the shoulders, and a hint of coolness loomed.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap, and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky.

In this night in the Black Wood City, it seems that it is a group of demons who are rampant with ghosts.

The light and shadow were calling in a hurry, and the first lightning flashed and those ghostly figures were still there, and when the electric light was dimmed, it had dissipated, and in the thunder, it roared like rain in all directions, and at that moment, countless bladed magic weapons and poisonous hidden weapons all rushed in.

The masked old man roared angrily, as if he was enraged by the attacks of these ants around him, his body turned sharply like a whirlwind, his palms and arms were like wickers, and in an instant, the water that was about to fall seemed to be given life again, rushing and roaring, forming a circle of rapidly rotating water curtain in front of the masked old man.

In a moment, the sound of ping-pong was like a golden stone, and I don't know how many blades were directly collapsed by this powerful Yuan Dan Realm monk, but on the transparent but tough water curtain, suddenly there was a place where the water waves suddenly sunk inward, and the surrounding water flow also stopped instantly.

The masked old man seemed to be taken aback, and looked back urgently, only to hear a dull sound of "poof", as if a hole had been torn in a piece of paper, and an extremely sharp silver flower pierced the water and stabbed straight into the masked old man's vest.

One was damaged, and the entire water curtain was suddenly greatly affected, only to hear the continuous sound of "puff puff" several times, and there were five similar holes up and down, left and right, which were torn open. The masked old man's body shook slightly, and it was obvious that these people who besieged him were not weak, far stronger than he imagined.

However, the monks of the Yuan Dan Realm are not so easy to get along, although the masked old man was not afraid, he even laughed fiercely in his mouth, and when he reached out, the arm seemed to have doubled in an instant and retracted, and he had already caught the poisonous and sharp silver thorn between the lightning and flint, like pinching a snake seven inches, and instantly subdued this extremely poisonous hidden weapon;

At this moment, he was like a god, laughing loudly, between his palms, invincible, about to reprimand these ants who did not know the height of the sky, but suddenly, his voice suffocated, almost at the same time, he raised his hand and threw the silver thorn out.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap exploded, lightning danced wildly, silver flowers pierced through the wind and rain, and flew over this courtyard in an instant, and the sound of "bang" was inserted into a high wall, and the tail shook wildly, making a series of buzzing sounds.

The rain was sprinkled, splashing and falling on the silver thorns, and when it was still in mid-air, the splash had turned into a thick black like ink, and it fell down like a freeze in the air.

The masked old man Huo Ran lowered his head and looked at his palm, a cloud of jet black had stuck to the flesh.

"Shameless!"

An angry cry burst out of his mouth, and with a flick of his hand, the strange black mass seemed to be thrown out by him, and it left his palm abruptly, but there was still a small part like a tarsal bone, entangled in the depths of his flesh and skin, and as if it was alive, it was desperately twisting and struggling, drilling into the depths of the flesh and blood.

The masked old man didn't look at his palm again, this inky black color is obviously some kind of highly poisonous thing, with his so many years of cultivation experience, he has never seen it, it is very strange and difficult, but with his cultivation in the Yuan Dan realm, this poison is still not enough to cause him too much trouble, as long as a little spiritual power is divided into the wrist, it can block the poisonous upward rush. When all these ants are killed, there will naturally be time to take their time to deal with these small things.

Therefore, he forced back the ghostly shadows besieging around him with one palm, and he was no longer merciless in his shot, but at the same time, he did not delay, his eyes instantly passed through the ups and downs, and looked directly at Shen Tai, who was standing in the hall and always staying out of the battle.

Capture the thief and capture the king first!

His figure swept up suddenly, as swift as an eagle, and pounced straight towards Shen Tai, but at this moment, he suddenly realized in his heart that he had unconsciously had some scruples about this courtyard and this group of black shadow people who were like ghosts and acted unscrupulously and ruthlessly.

With his ability, he had already discovered that among the dozen or so people around him, all of them were powerful monks above the middle level of the Divine Artistic Conception, and all of them were ruthless and fierce, and their strength was even better than the masters of the Divine Artistic Conception in his own sect.

Even...... A somewhat dangerous thought suddenly crossed his mind, could it be that this was a game set up by one of his sworn enemies, specifically to plot against him?

Fang Today, in the Hongmeng Cultivation Realm, the Divine Artistic Conception was already a powerful monk from above, but with so many Divine Artistic Conception masters gathered together, it looked like a group of killers were better than ordinary monks, who were they? He couldn't help but think that if there was no Yuan Dan Realm monk of his own formation, if this group of mysterious and ghostly black-clothed people killed the Sect, would the Xuanyin/Gate be able to stop it?

Unstoppable, absolutely unstoppable!

Because these people don't have any master's face entanglement at all, what they are pursuing is a pure killing purpose, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and this kind of behavior will not appear in the cultivation masters of the Xiuzhen sect or the high-ranking family at all. In the face of this terrifying force, ordinary sects were caught off guard, and it was almost completely impossible to resist.

Shen Tai......

A flash of lightning suddenly lit up, and the figure of the fat man suddenly appeared in his eyes, and with the keen sense of the Great Cultivator of the Yuan Dan Realm, he suddenly found that in this courtyard, the weakest person was actually this person.

His Dao was even a little unexpectedly weak, not only did he not reach the Divine Realm, but even the Ning Yuan Realm looked unstable.

Kill him, just kill him or capture him, and everything will be done!

The masked old man's mind was instantly settled, and several black shadow figures rushed towards him from the side, but he moved around between a few ups and downs, and the Yuan Dan Realm Dao Xing was fully displayed at this moment, and the people who rushed to block it were either flashed by him or forced to retreat by him, and in the blink of an eye, they approached Shen Tai.

The lightning flashed, and the evil color in his eyes was revealed, as if he was about to eat the fat man.

Shen Tai faced such a Yuan Dan Realm great monk who rushed towards him, if the scene changed, a monk who had just condensed the Yuan Realm Dao was facing the full force attack of a Yuan Dan Realm great man, I was afraid that his legs would already be weak. But at this moment, he was expressionless, only a pair of pupils shrank for a moment, and when he suddenly raised his hand, he threw out the glass ancient mirror in his hand.

Mirror of authenticity.

The ancient mirror flew into the wind and rain, spinning and spinning, and suddenly for a moment it suddenly stopped, and just like that, it paused in mid-air.

In the stormy world, there was a sudden slam.

It seems that time suddenly stops at this moment, as if everything in heaven and earth suddenly froze.

On the old mirror, the blur suddenly dispersed, like the ashes that had been covered with dust for many years quietly dispersed, and the mirror light reflected the lightning in the night sky, suddenly clear, and then like a ghost, the electric light seemed to fall in the mirror in an instant.

The ancient mirror slowly turned, facing the masked old man, and the lightning suddenly lit up, shining brightly, breaking through the realm, instantly illuminating this courtyard, this piece of heaven and earth, as bright as day, towards the stunned masked old man.