"He's talking about a magic weapon, not a magic weapon, is it a slip of the tongue?" Qin Ziyang's eyes showed a hint of doubt, but when he looked at the ice wall on the ground, his eyes shrank suddenly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ice wall had not yet dissipated at this time, and the front was bombarded by more than a dozen blue-white flames, and there were still cracks in many places. However, the innermost wall of ice is still intact, at least on the surface of which there are no scars.

However, Qin Ziyang really felt a strong killing intent rushing over him, and he almost hit the two of them through the ice wall straight through.

However, now, the surface inside the ice wall is not scarred at all.

"Uh, woo, Dao, Daoyou, what are you doing?" the female disciple of Purple Smoke Valley curled up on the ground, covering her abdomen with both hands. Qin Ziyang's kick almost didn't kick out her five organs, and she couldn't stand up for a while.

"Shut up, idiot!" Qin Ziyang scolded, his knees bent slightly, and he jumped directly onto the ice wall, looking under the mountain bag.

"Hey, you're not dead yet!" Under the mountain, Zeng Jian looked at Qin Ziyang, who was still intact, and scolded viciously, and the two companions beside him also looked at Qin Ziyang in surprise.

They know that the strange treasure in Senior Brother Zeng's hand is very powerful, no matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as Senior Brother Zeng's strange treasure is shot, he has never missed!

But now, the strange treasure that was invincible in the past actually failed on this person, and this person was only a low-level cultivator of the fifth level of Qi cultivation.

Qin Ziyang didn't care about the surprise of Zeng Jian and the others, his eyes were directly attracted by something floating in the air above Zeng Jian's head.

It was a half-broken round ancient mirror, and the bronze-colored mirror made Qin Ziyang feel a little familiar.

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor in his sea of knowledge, and he quickly separated a trace of his mind and sank into the sea of knowledge.

I saw that at the edge of the sea of knowledge, the soul mirror that was originally quietly rotating suddenly trembled continuously, as if it was about to rush out.

As for the ghost-faced giant ape on the back of the Soul Crying Mirror, its eyes seemed to be bloodshot as well, and it roared angrily at the sky.

However, the more than 2,000 golden tadpoles of the Soul Devouring Sutra in the Sea of Consciousness suppressed it to the death, making it unable to move a bit.

"What is the mirror in his hand, is it also an ancient treasure like the Soul Crying Mirror?" Qin Ziyang couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, the strange treasure floating above Zeng Jian's head was very similar to the Soul Crying Mirror he obtained from Wang Hao, the Jindan Ancestor of the Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect.

Qin Ziyang was thinking distractedly about this half of the mirror, but the three of Zeng Jian made a bold move again.

It was still those two magic weapons that started with it, and without the drag of the female disciple in Purple Smoke Valley, these two magic weapons all rushed towards Qin Ziyang.

"Noise!" Qin Ziyang frowned, this half of the mirror definitely has a deep connection with his natal weapon Soul Crying Mirror, and he must grab it.

Without the intention of playing with these three people, he casually slapped the storage bag, and the spirit net turned into a gray-white light to meet the two magic weapons.

When the three magic weapons were about to touch, the spirit binding net suddenly turned into a huge fishing net, enveloping the two magic weapons.

Seeing this, the faces of these two people changed greatly, and they hurriedly pinched the magic weapon. Under the control of the two of them, that sword and sword suddenly shone brightly, rising in the wind, expanding at least ten times.

However, no matter how the two of them controlled the magic weapon, the spirit binding net wrapped the magic weapon of the two of them, and they couldn't move at all.

"Senior Brother Zeng, that's a high-level magic weapon, hurry up and do it!" one of the disciples yelled profusely.

"What are you urging, howling!" Zeng Jian roared with a hideous face, his entire mind was now on this half of the ancient mirror above his head, and a large amount of spiritual power and spiritual power were absorbed by it. Even, he could feel the emptiness in the sea of consciousness, without the support of spiritual power, this half of the ancient mirror directly began to absorb the power of his soul!

"Damn, damn it, every time I use this mirror, Lao Tzu has to lie on the bed for half a month, and when I kill this kid, I will definitely take out his soul and sacrifice it into the spirit flag!"

Zeng Jian thought viciously in his heart, feeling that this half of the bronze mirror was about to be saturated, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Now, now it's all right. ”

For this half of the bronze mirror, Zeng Jian has great trust. As early as ten years ago, when he was a little mortal who had just entered the Qingyang Sect, he was casually thrown a magic weapon by the outer gate steward at that time as a newcomer's welfare.

That magic weapon is this half of the bronze mirror. At that time, he was young and unknown, and since he got this half of the bronze mirror, he felt tired all day, and he was bullied by many people for this, and this situation lasted for a whole year.

However, when he was forced to participate in the annual competition of outer disciples in the second year, he originally had the idea of surrendering immediately after just waiting for the competition to start, but when he wanted to surrender, he inadvertently touched this bronze mirror with spiritual power.

In the next second, a dark light that was almost indistinguishable flashed from this half of the bronze mirror, and the head of the third-layer outer sect disciple who was fighting against him was directly shattered, just like a watermelon falling to the ground.

From then on, he understood that this half of the bronze mirror was definitely a treasure. Relying on this half of the bronze mirror, his strength became stronger and stronger, and he finally entered the inner gate of the Twin Spirit Peak, and it took him a few more years to start taking charge of the Magic Weapon Pavilion.

After nearly ten years of research and speculation, this half of the bronze mirror is likely to be a fragment of a magic weapon, and the gray light emitted can directly damage the soul, and no one can stop it until the Yuan Baby!

Zeng Jian's two pupils were unconsciously dilated, and there was already a trace of blood flowing out of his nostrils and ears, but he didn't care about it, and after absorbing enough spiritual power and spiritual power in front of half of the bronze mirror, he presented a sword in both hands, pointed at Qin Ziyang from afar, and shouted in his mouth:

"Soul Mirror, Sickness!"

A gray light suddenly appeared on the half of the bronze mirror, flashed at an extremely fast speed for a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and flew towards the door of his face.

At the same time, Qin Zi Yang Zhihai's Soul Crying Mirror trembled more and more, but no matter how fast it trembled, it didn't dare to cross the golden tadpole text of more than 2,000 words in the Spirit Devouring Sutra, so it could only go around in circles there.

Qin Ziyang's heart moved, and his divine thoughts quickly touched the Soul Crying Mirror. The Soul Crying Mirror seemed to have its own thoughts at this moment, and with Qin Ziyang's consent, it disappeared from his sea of consciousness in an instant and reappeared in front of Qin Ziyang.

"Buzz!"

There was a violent shaking sound, and the gray light from Zeng Jian's half-faced ancient mirror suddenly stopped the moment the Soul Crying Mirror suddenly appeared, and before it could react, it was directly swallowed by the Soul Crying Mirror!

Yes, in Qin Ziyang's stunned eyes, this black light was indeed "swallowed" by the Soul Crying Mirror.

In the next second, a burst of black light suddenly appeared on the surface of this Soul Crying Mirror, turning into a small demon beast in the shape of an ape, jumping and rushing in the direction of Zeng Jian.

The half of the bronze mirror that was originally floating on Zeng Jian's head trembled suddenly at the moment when the Soul Crying Mirror appeared, and his body wanted to fly towards the deep mountains in the distance.

But the speed of the Soul Cry Mirror was more than twice as fast as his, and in less than two breaths, he was grabbed by the gray ape that the Soul Cry Mirror turned into.

Soon, a burst of gray light also floated on the half of the bronze mirror, and it looked like it was about to turn into some kind of demon beast, but the ape that was turned into the soul mirror was slapped away, turned into a little black light, and was directly swallowed by the gray ape.

"Uh...... Poof!" Seeing this scene, Zeng Jian, who had almost run out of oil, saw a mouthful of jet-black blood spurt out and fainted. The remaining two Zeng Jiangen's faces changed drastically, and they directly left Zeng Jian, who was still in a coma, and turned around and fled towards the depths of the dense forest.

"It's a pity, you see things you shouldn't see, go die!"