The eight-sided treasure mirror rotates rapidly, trapping the girl's deity and clone of the blood-skirted girl in it.

Shen Lang's face appeared on the mirror, and Shen Lang said coldly: "Girl, Chen doesn't want to hurt you, so he can only trap you in this treasure mirror first.

After I have handled my own affairs, I will come back and unseal the seal of the treasure mirror. I will apologize to the girl."

"Hmph, I'll look down on others.

Isn’t it just eight broken mirrors? Look at this girl breaking this thing!”

The girl in the blood skirt scolded her and threw the blood-colored sickle in her hand out.

“Hohuh!”

The blood-colored sickle rotated rapidly in the air, like a huge dart, carrying the blood-light energy that destroyed the world and hit one of the mirrors.

An incredible scene appeared.

“Buzz!”

After the blood-colored sickle hit the treasure mirror, a strange ripple appeared on the mirror, and it bounced the blood-colored sickle out.

The blood-colored sickle quickly attacked the girl in the blood-skirt, and her power did not diminish at all.

"How is that possible!"

Seeing that the fairy treasure thrown out actually bounced back to attack him, the girl in the blood skirt was shocked. The deity and her clone quickly pinched out a magic seal, rolled up a large tornado formed by blood-colored petals, and hit the blood-colored sickle flying in.

After the "boom" sound, the girl in the blood-skirt resisted the blood-colored sickle without any danger, and her face became a little ugly. Can this mirror actually bounce back her attack?

"Damn it!"

The girl in the blood skirt didn't believe in this evil. She held a blood-colored sickle in her hand, and her clone held a thorny whip in her hand, and slammed into the two mirrors respectively.

"Boom boom!"

A strange scene appeared again. When the immortal treasure in the hands of the divine and the clone hit the mirror, the immortal treasure in the hand suddenly generated a huge recoil force, and a large amount of blood light suddenly surged out of the mirror, which hurt the deity and clone of the girl in the blood skirt.

"ah!"

The girl with blood skirt let out a scream from her mouth. Her original deity and her clone were knocked away by the mirror rebounding force. Her body was torn apart by her own attack, and several wounds were ripped off, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding.

At this time, Shen Lang's face appeared again in the eight-sided treasure mirror. Shen Lang said with pity: "Miss, don't waste your energy. As long as you don't move, the treasure mirror will not attack you.

Let's say goodbye first, girl, please do it yourself."

"Hey, you bastard, come back to me! If you can't beat me, you will be cheated. Wouldn't you bully me Xianbao?"

The girl with blood skirt looked aggrieved, and even tears oozed out of her eyes, looking pitiful.

Shen Lang was a little speechless. Isn’t the fairy treasure also part of his strength?

He wanted to leave directly, but he felt a little reluctant when he looked at the girl with tears in her eyes.

"Girls don't have to be angry.

As you said before, the Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation has fallen, and you no longer have to stick to this place. If a girl doesn’t want to stay here, she can leave the Yellow Spring Hell without being obsessed with Chen.”

Shen Lang felt pity and spoke out and advised him.

"Do you think this girl is really stupid?

If I could get out of this hell, I would have gone out long ago. It would be that the lord of the eighteen-level hell would not let me go out!"

"I have lived for more than one billion years. If I leave hell and enter the eternal world, without the blessing of the law of reincarnation, the remaining life span will not be one ten years, and I will not live for tens of millions of years!"

"What's more, it is said that there are many strong people in the outside world. With this girl's ability, she might be bullied by other monks when she goes out."

The girl in the blood skirt said in a crying voice.

Listening to the girl with blood skirt's remarks, Shen Lang couldn't help but be stunned, feeling that this girl was really stupid and cute.

"Miss...it must have never been to Changshi, right?"

Shen Lang asked tentatively.

"That's nonsense! I've been in the underworld since I was born, and I'm almost suffocated!"

The girl in the blood skirt curled her lips.

Shen Lang almost understood the other party's situation and said in a deep voice: "The girl may have some misunderstandings about Chang Shi. The real world of true immortals is a world of difference compared to the era of the Five Emperors.

With the girl's cultivation level, she can basically walk sideways in the world. No one without eyes dares to bully you."

"In addition, for monks who have always had a lifetime of tens of millions of years, it is enough for girls to experience many things.

If possible, I would recommend that girls go to Changshi for a walk, and you shouldn't regret it."

The girl in the blood-skirt wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked stunned: "No monk has ever told me this before. Are you all saying true?"

"Every sentence is true. Whether you believe it or not depends on your own thoughts."

Shen Lang said frankly.

The girl with blood skirt bit her thin lips and frowned and said, "But to enter the eternal world, you must pass through the reincarnation tunnel of the 18th level of hell. I can't beat the bald man on the 18th level..." Shen Lang frowned. The bald man in the mouth of the blood skirt should be the priest master of the 18th level.

"Shen will go to the 18th floor of hell to explore. If I can pass through the reincarnation tunnel of the 18th hell, I will take the girl away with me at that time, which will be considered as repaying the girl's previous kindness."

Shen Lang said in a deep voice.

This made the girl in the blood-skirt turn so much that she turned her worries into joy and said excitedly: "That's great! If you can say what you say, Xuan'er is willing to serve the young master for millions of years... Oh no, it's OK for millions of years!"

Shen Lang hurriedly said, "You don't have to do this, girls, you and I can just be called friends."

The girl in the blood skirt nodded repeatedly: "Whatever the young master wants, then what he wants."

By the way! Haven’t you asked the young master’s name yet?”

Shen Lang clasped his fists and said, "Shen Lang is down, a human monk."

The girl in the blood skirt laughed and said, "Shen Lang...is indeed a good name.

The little girl Meng Xuan'er, please don't forget to come to find Xuan'er."

"Shen has written it down."

Shen Lang nodded slightly and then said, "Miss Xuan'er, Shen is in a hurry, so he will say goodbye first."

"Hey, wait!"

Meng Xuan'er called Shen Lang, then took off a blood-red wooden hairpin from her head, and said with a serious look on her face: "Young Master Shen, the bald head in the 18th Prison is extremely powerful, at least much better than me.

This hairpin is made of the flower stem of the little woman's body. It can be used as a hidden weapon to attack the bald soul body. Perhaps it can help the young master with his arm at a critical moment. I hope he will accept it!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Xuan'er!"

Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Shen Lang couldn't refuse, so he floated into the eight-sided treasure mirror and accepted the blood-wood hairpin handed over by Meng Xuan'er.

"I wish you all the best!"

Meng Xuan'er smiled happily, looking simple and cute, without any resentment in her heart.

Since the two had shaken hands and made peace, Shen Lang couldn't make things difficult for Meng Xuan'er anymore, so he immediately took away the eight-door golden mirror.

"Goodbye."
Chapter completed!