The eight-sided mirror rotated rapidly, trapping the original image and clone of the girl in the blood skirt inside.
Shen Lang's face appeared on the mirror, and Shen Lang said calmly: "Girl, Shen doesn't want to hurt you, so I can only trap you in this precious mirror first.
After I finish handling my own affairs, I will come back to unlock the seal of the mirror, and then I will make a proper apology to the girl."
"Humph, stop looking down on others.
Isn't it just an eight-piece broken mirror? Watch me smash this thing!"
The girl in the blood skirt screamed and threw the bloody sickle in her hand with all her strength.
"Hoo ho ho!"
The bloody sickle rotated rapidly in mid-air, like a huge dart, carrying bloody energy that destroyed the world and hit one of the mirrors.
An incredible scene occurred.
"Buzz buzz!"
After the bloody sickle hit the treasure mirror, a strange ripple appeared on the mirror, and the bloody sickle bounced away.
The bloody sickle quickly struck at the girl in the blood skirt, but its power was not reduced at all.
"How is that possible!"
Seeing that the thrown fairy treasure actually bounced back to attack her, the girl in the blood skirt was shocked. The main body and the clone quickly created a seal, rolled up a tornado formed by large blood petals, and collided with the flying blood sickle. .
After the explosion of "Boom", the girl in the blood skirt successfully resisted the bloody sickle, her face became a little ugly, this mirror can actually reflect her attack?
"Damn it!"
The girl in the blood skirt didn't believe this evil, so she held a bloody sickle in her own hand and a thorn whip in her avatar, and struck hard at the two mirrors respectively.
"Boom!"
A strange scene appeared again. When the fairy treasures in the hands of the main body and the clone hit the mirror, the fairy treasures in their hands suddenly produced a huge force of shock, and a large amount of blood suddenly gushes out of the mirror, causing blood to flow back. The original image and clone of the girl in skirt.
"ah!"
The girl in the blood skirt let out a scream. The main body and the clone were knocked back by the force of the reflection from the mirror. Several wounds were torn on her body by her own attacks, and blood bleeded from the corners of her mouth.
At this time, Shen Lang's face appeared again in the eight-sided treasure mirror. Shen Lang said with pity in his eyes: "Girl, there is no need to waste your efforts. As long as you don't act rashly, the treasure mirror will not attack you.
I'll take my leave first, and let the girl take care of herself."
"Hey, come back here you bastard! If you can't beat me, you'll resort to deception. Why don't you just bully me that my fairy treasure isn't as good as yours?"
The girl in the blood skirt had a face full of grievances, and there were even tears in her eyes, making her look very pitiful.
Shen Lang was a little speechless. Isn't the immortal treasure also part of the strength?
He originally wanted to leave directly, but seeing the tearful look in the blood-dressed girl's eyes, he couldn't bear it.
"Girl, there is no need to be angry.
According to what you said before, Samsara Heavenly Lord has fallen, and you no longer need to stick to this place. If the girl doesn't want to stay here, she can leave the underworld and hell, and there is no need to be attached to Shen."
Shen Lang felt pity and spoke to persuade him.
"Do you think this girl is really stupid?
If I could get out of this hell, I would have gotten out long ago, and it’s not because the prison master of the eighteen levels of hell didn’t let me out!”
"I have lived for more than a billion years. If I leave hell and enter the ordinary world, without the blessing of the law of reincarnation, I will not have any remaining life span, and I will not live for tens of millions of years!"
"What's more, it is said that there are many powerful people in the outside world. With my little ability, I might be bullied by other monks when I go out."
The girl in the blood skirt said with tears in her eyes.
Listening to the girl in the blood skirt's ridiculous remarks, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a little dazed. He felt that this girl was really silly and cute.
"Girl...she has never been to the ordinary world, right?"
Shen Lang asked tentatively.
"That's not nonsense! This girl has been in the underworld since she was born, and she is almost suffocated to death!"
The girl in the blood skirt curled her lips and said.
Shen Lang almost understood the other party's situation and said in a deep voice: "Young lady may have some misunderstandings about the ordinary world. Today's true immortal world is very different from the era of the Five Emperors.
With the girl's cultivation level, you can basically walk sideways in the ordinary world, and no monk who is short-sighted will dare to bully you."
"Furthermore, for monks in the ordinary world, tens of millions of years are long enough, and it is also enough for a girl to experience many things.
If possible, I still suggest that the girl go to the ordinary world for a while, you won't regret it."
The girl in the blood skirt wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and looked confused: "No monk has ever told me this before. Is everything you said true?"
"Everything is true. As for whether you believe it or not, it all depends on your own thoughts, girl."
Shen Lang said calmly.
The girl in the blood skirt bit her thin lips lightly, frowning and said: "But to enter the ordinary world, you must pass through the reincarnation tunnel of the eighteenth level of hell. I can't beat the bald guy on the eighteenth level..." Shen Lang frowned, bloody
The bald head mentioned by the girl in the skirt should be the prison master of the Eighteenth Prison.
"Shen will go to the eighteenth level of hell next. If I can pass through the reincarnation tunnel of the eighteenth hell, I will come and take the girl away with me. This can be regarded as repaying the girl's previous kindness."
Shen Lang said in a deep voice.
These words coaxed the girl in the blood skirt to instantly turn her worries into joy, and she said excitedly: "Great! If you can keep your promise, sir, Xuan'er is willing to serve you for a million years... Oh no, even for tens of millions of years!"
"
Shen Lang hurriedly said: "Girl, there is no need to be like this. You and I can treat each other as friends."
The girl in the blood skirt nodded repeatedly: "Whatever you wish, sir, then do it.
By the way! Haven’t you asked the young master’s name yet?”
Shen Lang cupped his fists and said, "I'm Shen Lang, a human monk."
The girl in the blood skirt giggled and said: "Shen Lang... is indeed a good name.
The little girl Meng Xuan'er, please don't forget to come to see Xuan'er, Mr. Shen."
"Shen remembered it."
Shen Lang nodded slightly, and then said: "Miss Xuan'er, Shen is pressed for time, so I will leave first."
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Mengxuan'er called out to Shen Lang, then took off a blood-red wooden hairpin from her head, and said with a serious look on her face: "Mr. Shen, the bald man in the 18th prison is extremely powerful, at least better than me.
Much more powerful.
This hairpin is made from the flower stem of the little girl's body. It can be used as a hidden weapon to attack the bald soul. It may be able to help the young master at a critical moment. I hope the young master will accept it!"
"Thank you Miss Xuan'er for your kindness!"
Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Shen Lang couldn't refuse, so he floated to the eight-sided treasure mirror and accepted the blood wood hairpin handed over by Meng Xuan'er.
"I wish you all the best, sir!"
Mengxuan'er showed a happy smile, looking innocent and cute, with no trace of resentment in her heart.
Now that the two of them had shaken hands and made peace, Shen Lang didn't want to embarrass Meng Xuan'er anymore, so he immediately took away the eight-door golden light mirror.
"Farewell."
After saying goodbye to Mengxuan'er, Shen Lang flew alone into the reincarnation tunnel in the valley ahead and broke through the Seventeenth Prison.