forget the river mirror

Chapter 41 Succubus

Mysterious Mirror Realm, a secret realm without beginning.

After Zhang Ye left, Su Xiaoxiao, who was the least injured, quickly caught the fallen Lin Chuan. At this time, there were still a few drops of blood on Lin Chuan's face, which made his face that no one should enter , becoming even more indifferent, but in the eyes of the senior brothers and sisters, Lin Chuan at this moment is not cute.

Because he just fell down, he snored, and an unknown liquid hung on the corner of his mouth...

Lin Chuan actually wanted to keep Zhang Ye behind, but his body had reached its limit. Lin Chuan, who had just entered Qihai, had no time to adapt to the changes brought about by the promotion of the realm, so he directly pulled out his combat power in the killing intent.

Moreover, Lin Chuan's Qi Sea Realm was also obtained by taking drugs, and it was basically unstable.

So after cutting off the broken circle, the spiritual power in Lin Chuan's body was running out, otherwise the Eighth Prince would not have died so comfortably.

After Lin Chuan lost consciousness, he appeared in the altar. However, compared to when he broke through the sea of ​​​​qi, Lin Chuan's mental body became much more transparent, and Ao Ye also returned to his previous size. It swam up to his shoulders.

"Yeah~ (so hungry~)"

Lin Chuan rubbed Ao Ye's head, promised him that he would have enough spirit stones after going out, and then began to carefully look at his altar.

Jiang Luo once said that after a monk stepped into the sea of ​​qi, everyone could find their own Nianbing in the altar, but Lin Chuan searched all over the altar but couldn't find anything that could be used as a weapon.

There is no way, Lin Chuan can only teleport the spirit body to the lake of spiritual power, trying to summon Ling and An to see if they find anything.

After being assimilated by the Limai, the Taiji Nebula turned into liquid blue flames and gray flames. It was the lake of flames that had just entered the Sea of ​​Qi, and now it was on the verge of drying up, leaving only a small fire pit.

Sensing the arrival of Lin Chuan's spiritual body, Ling and An immediately turned into human figures, and flew in front of Lin Chuan from the fire pit.

Holding a transparent tablet in his hand, Ling quickly summarized his findings: "Ancestor, this place is similar to a high-latitude space. In this state of day and night coexistence, we can quickly assimilate the aura of the outside world. Factors can also flow back to Dantian to continue to widen the width of meridians."

He was still the same as before, transforming himself into a white coat, but there was a mark of flame between his eyebrows.

An, who also had a flame imprint between his brows, asked excitedly:

"Father God, I have experienced the calamity of fire, and then ascended to a higher plane? I feel that there are many moves that I couldn't use before, and I can try them now..."

Lin Chuan didn't understand Ling's words before, but now he can't even understand An'er's thoughts.

The Profound Mirror Realm has never heard of anyone ascending to the ascension, and monks who practice immortality only cultivate longevity.

So Lin Chuan could only ignore the dark question, rubbing his head and asking helplessly:
"Have you found anything in this space that can be used as a weapon?"

The first time Ling entered the altar, he sent an expedition team, so he just sensed the information from the avatar, and responded:
"No, although this space feels very advanced, there is always a sense of restraint, and we can also feel that the boundary of the space is slowly extending outward. Maybe the weapon you mentioned has not yet appeared."

Lin Chuan could only temporarily give up looking for his Nian Bing, and began to try to get out of the altar. The three Confucian disciples on the banks of the Jue Ling River had never appeared, and now almost all of his fellow disciples were seriously injured. He had to recover his strength as soon as possible. .

But Lin Chuan tried several times, but he couldn't get out of the altar. Presumably, his body must have activated a self-protection mechanism. In this way, all he can do now is to absorb the spiritual energy as soon as possible to nourish the body.

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Just as Lin Chuan regained his strength, a fierce battle broke out in front of the wordless stele on the other side of Qihai Valley.

A pure white three-tailed fox was coiled on Qin Wanrong's shoulder, breathing out gray mist, allowing Qin Wanrong's swordsmanship to be displayed smoothly.

It was a nine-tailed fox from the Qingqiu clan, whose surname was Tu Shan, and whose name was Hongyu.

Lu Da did not expect that Qin Wanrong, who was the first to arrive at the wordless stele, had already signed a symbiosis contract with the Qingqiu clan.

Moreover, the first meridian opened by the three princesses was also the rarest main meridian. When the imperial family's "Wu Sheng Jian Jue" was performed, every time the flying sword passed, it could bring out a colorful gap in space.

Coupled with that noble palace skirt, Qin Wanrong looks with a special sense of beauty.

In contrast, Ruda's style of play is much more brutal.

At this time, Luda's bulging muscles were covered with a layer of blue stone skin, and the sword that didn't match his body shape swelled out like a giant sword under the full of literary energy.

Every time the sword is cut, there will be a strong gust of wind, which will make the gray fog in front of him much thinner.

The brown bear (pi) behind Ruda also stood up, protecting him from the erosion of the gray fog behind him.

At the same time, Jiang Luo, who was surrounded by frost, also opened the scroll, releasing a pure white ice mist to trace the source of the gray mist.

Taking advantage of the thin gray fog, Qin Wanrong's flying sword suddenly passed through the gray figure in the midair, and as the hollow mouth opened and closed, another strange sound came out:
"Sister~ you are so cruel~"

The gray shadow froze for a moment, and spit out a small figure as if he was full.

"you wanna die!"

After seeing the figure's face clearly, Lu Da's figure suddenly swelled a bit, and he rushed over while waving his giant sword, and took the unconscious Fang Zhong into his arms.

"Brother~ Don't be so fierce~ People will be scared~"

After spitting out Fang Zhong, the voice of the gray figure became more charming, and the speed became a little faster. Every time he passed by Luda, a layer of stone chips rolled up.

And the enraged Lu Da did not hide, protected Fang Zhong who was unconscious in his arms, and adopted the method of exchanging injuries for injuries, but the gray shadow had no entity, even if it was cut off, it would recover quickly. However, Ruda's spiritual power was being consumed all the time.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, a bright Buddha's light suddenly lit up outside the valley, and the Sanskrit sound followed, and the gray fog that filled the entire valley stopped for a moment.

"All dharmas are empty and empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing."

Xuan Jing stood on the lotus platform and descended in front of the wordless stele.

Before Hui Ying, who had been shuttled across the battlefield, had time to react, he was thrown out of the Sanskrit chain by Xuan Jing and bound in mid-air.

"Succubus!?"

(End of this chapter)