In the consciousness space, as the soul control spell seal became more and more perfect, the qi mass embodied by Zhang Xuanqing's soul became weaker and weaker. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moment the soul control spell seal was finally completed, the air mass that appeared from Zhang Xuanqing's soul was almost only a thin patch, and it was extremely transparent. It was as if with a gentle gust of wind would wipe him out.

Fortunately, there was no wind in the consciousness space, and even more fortunately, before him, the Immortal Mirror had already pressed the soul control spell mark on the mirage dragon's head. When he used up the last wisp of his spirit and imprinted the soul control spell on the soul control spell on the Immortal Mirror on the mirage dragon's forehead, he no longer had the strength to urge the spell to be resolved. It was still the Immortal Mirror who felt his soul control spell and accelerated the speed of absorbing the mirage soul, and by coincidence, a wisp of mirage soul smoke floated out and was falling on his soul.

Nourished by the mirage's soul smoke, Zhang Xuanqing recovered a little bit of spirit. Mobilizing the innate Yiqi, he circulated for a week in the soul control spell according to the route he learned last time, only to see a flash of light on the mirage's body, and the steaming smoke was divided into two, one of which left the Youxian Mirror and ran towards Zhang Xuanqing.

It's like soaking in a hot spring in the ice and snow, the comfort of nourishing the soul and the fullness of the spirit being replenished, which makes Zhang Xuanqing almost moan out with satisfaction.

However, there is no meaningful sound in the consciousness space, and the words that the mirage turned into Chen Lei before were also transmitted through mental fluctuations, not really speaking the voice.

It was the same with the shattering of the Immortal Mirror earlier.

But if you can't make a sound, you can't make a sound, and this little discomfort can't affect Zhang Xuanqing's feeling of enjoying the refreshment of being replenished.

But this enjoyment did not last long, and soon, he was attracted by the scenes that accompanied the smoke emitted by the mirage soul.

It's a mirage's memory!

Compared with the monotonous life of the black dragon in addition to predation and sleeping, the memory of this mirage is even more monotonous. Every day facing the dark seabed, the fish that only occasionally pass by will look different. But those schools of fish, without exception, will swim and swim involuntarily into the mirage's shell, where they are locked up and slowly eaten.

Presumably, the reason why those fish involuntarily swim into the mirage shell is also fascinated by the mirage's vision.

I don't know how long this mirage has lived, in short, the life scene of "waiting for the rabbit" made Zhang Xuanqing watch it for a long time, until ...... The bottom of the sea is red!

At the time of that crimson appearance, the entire ocean began to boil as far as the mirage could see. It turned out that the red was none other than the magma spewed out by the eruption of an undersea volcano!

At that time, the mirage was already very large, as if its body had been very large since it could remember.

As we all know, the more behemoths there are, the more inconvenient they are to move. What's more, the mirage has two clumsy shells like clams?

However, the way of heaven is impermanent, and there will always be miracles in this world.

Just when the mirage thought it was going to die, a mysterious force suddenly pulled it back into the distance.

It looked at the power, and it saw that the owner of the power was ...... It's a pity that the mirage saw it, but Zhang Xuanqing couldn't see it.

Because the soul of the mirage dragon was divided between Zhang Xuanqing and Youxian Mirror, the memory that Zhang Xuanqing could receive was only half of the whole.

In the section just now, Zhang Xuanqing only saw the mirage following the action of the force, and then, the picture came to an abrupt end. When the next scene unfolds again, the eruption of the submarine volcano has subsided, and the mirage is being dragged back by a certain force and is landing on the crater of the submarine volcano.

It's just that Zhang Xuanqing, the owner of that force, still hasn't seen it, or the mirage hasn't seen it at all this time, so naturally there is no such memory for Zhang Xuanqing to watch.

Zhang Xuanqing only knew that when the mirage was dragged away by a certain force, there was only one mirage bead of the mirage. When the mirage dragon was pulled back by that force and covered the crater, the mirage beads in the mirage's body turned directly into thirty-six!

The rest of the memory reverted back to monotony, and it was still the mirage that used the power of the mirage to create illusions and attract passing swimming fish to devour him. The only difference is that with the thirty-six mirages, the mirage's predation range has increased a lot. In other words, it is the mirage that has increased the range of illusions, and can "abduct" creatures farther away to be devoured by him, and even ...... People on the sea!

Day after day, such a bland memory was repeated for a long time, so long that Zhang Xuanqing was almost tired of watching it.

In the consciousness space, the soul body of the mirage gradually became smaller and more transparent as it was absorbed by Zhang Xuanqing and Youxian Mirror. Just when it was about to be completely absorbed by Zhang Xuanqing and Youxian Mirror, in the outside world, in the Tang Dynasty time and space, on a certain mountain more than ten miles away from the Demon Cave, the young man finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, extremely ugly, wearing rags and linen clothes, and obviously his family was not very well-off. Because I climbed all the way to the mountain, my clothes were rotten in several places by the rocks, and I looked more and more depressed. Coupled with his dusty face, he looked like a little beggar.

He climbed to the top of the mountain, looked blankly for a moment, and finally fixed his eyes on a boulder that stretched outwards in front of him.

The boulder was about a meter and a half high, two meters wide, and five meters long. Most of the volume remains at the top of the mountain, and the other half extends out and hangs in the air.

I saw the young man walking over with a sad face, struggling to climb the boulder, trembling to the edge of the boulder. Then he poked his head out and looked at the cliff under his feet, and his face suddenly showed a look of struggle.

His expression was sometimes fearful, sometimes angry, sometimes hateful, sometimes sad again. A pair of hands clenched, loosened, clenched, loosened, obviously very unsettled. Looking at this appearance, it seems that he has encountered some setback and wants to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff.

There is a great terror between life and death, and jumping off a cliff is not just a matter of closing your eyes. The young man didn't know what he had encountered, he was so young that he wanted to choose to die.

But it can be seen that death was not his intention. He didn't even want to die, but he wasn't afraid of it. It seems that he is carrying some hatred on his body, he can't do anything, and he wants to die, but he is extremely unwilling.

He clenched his teeth, and even bit his gums to bleed, and tears of sadness flowed from his eyes. He lifted his foot, tried to take a step, but retracted it. In this way, back and forth dozens of times, he suddenly knelt on his knees and roared at the sky.

"Ahh

The sad voice came from afar, and it was not at all like what could be made by such an age and size.

At the same time, in the bat demon cave more than ten miles away, Zhang Xuanqing woke up from his blood bat body. (To be continued.) )