Wang Fu returned to his residence, washed himself, and entered the quiet room.
"Divine Armor Technique."
He cast a spell with both hands, and tortoise-patterned light armor emerged, spreading to the walls and roof, sealing the doors and windows tightly.
Looking at the airtight light armor around him, he finally felt relieved.
Divine Armor is a top-notch defensive spell. It is equally sharp when used in building caves.
Later, Wang Fu practiced this method so well that he was able to draw it into talisman paper and it was effective once applied.
Nowadays, the magic of divine armor is taking full advantage, and the room is arranged into a secret room that is protected from peeping.
Wang Fu breathed a sigh of relief and took out a few things from the light space.
They are Hui Taiji, the seven masks left behind by the old evil ghost after his death, and the bronze mirror, together with a few scattered ghost soldiers and ghost treasures.
Previously in the Ghost Suppressing Cave, Wang Fu faced the oppression of evil ghosts and walked into a range of more than 600 meters.
At that time, he took out these items and put them on his body, and heard a heartbreaking howl in his ears.
The sound was like countless ghosts disappearing into thin air, full of unwilling resentment.
Gray Tai Chi is actually the most precious treasure.
Wang Fu picked it up and pondered it for a moment, and found that it had not changed much compared to before. To be on the safe side, he continued to store it in the light space.
This thing is of great importance, and even now, Hyakushirō is still searching for its whereabouts.
Including a group of ghosts in Gushan, if they knew that Hui Taiji was in Yunyang Temple, they would probably kill him and ask for it.
Wang Fu made up his mind not to expose this thing for the time being.
Then there are seven ghost faces, representing the seven emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
Previously, Wang Fu was holding a ghost mask and had the urge to wear it on his face. His emotions were aroused and he could not control himself.
Later I learned that the seven ghost masks were formed by the condensation of ghost nature after the death of old and evil ghosts.
Ghosts and evil things often appear in various forms, waiting for opportunities to confuse people's hearts.
Once someone is blinded by greed and tempted by ghosts, they will eventually take advantage of them and let the ghosts resurrect themselves.
Therefore, all ghost weapons and ghost treasures must be refined and cleaned of dirt before they can be used.
Wang Fu looked through the seven masks. They were clean, like a newborn baby, without any good or evil, and they were perfect blanks for ritual instruments.
"Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, sorrow."
Wang Fu randomly picked a mask of joy and put it on his face, feeling a strange feeling well up in his heart.
brush!
A water mirror appeared in front of him. Wang Fu looked in the mirror and saw the face of a stranger, a smiling young man.
"A new look, it works for me."
Wang Fu looked around and saw that it was perfect, without any flaws.
It should be noted that previously, Wang Fu could only use the Five Ghost Screen to change his appearance, but it was from a human to a ghost, which was very inconvenient.
Now with these seven masks, you can change the face of a living person at will.
Then he changed to the angry one, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Fu transformed into an angry strong man, but his face still looked natural.
The seven masks were changed one by one, and Wang Fu could be sure that each mask was a brand new face.
More importantly, by wearing a mask with corresponding emotions, he can mobilize the emotions of people around him and exert a subtle influence on the heart.
"This treasure is called the Seven Emotions Ghost Face."
Wang Fu put away the mask and picked up the bronze mirror. This was the biggest gain of his trip and the one he was extremely fond of.
The bronze mirror is very heavy to hold, and the remaining Yin Qi and ghost seals are all suppressed by the evil ghost's breath and disappear. At this moment, it returns to the state of recognizing its owner.
"Moiré Mirror."
Wang Fu turned over to the north and saw that the back of the bronze mirror was covered with a circle of auspicious cloud patterns, which was in the shape of a common cloud pattern bronze mirror.
However, in the hands of that fierce ghost, everyone was trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.
"Look what's strange about it."
Wang Fu held up the bronze mirror and input a wisp of magic power into it.
The bronze mirror was silent, with no light spilling out or five colors swirling out, it just hung silently in mid-air.
"Um?"
Wang Fu walked around the bronze mirror several times, but still couldn't find anything strange.
It shouldn’t be!
In the hands of evil spirits, how powerful is this maze of ghost realms covered with bronze mirrors?
How come it became so unremarkable in his hands?
Is it really true to the saying, "Being black is three times stronger, being white is seven times weaker", right?
Or maybe this bronze mirror is steadfast by nature and would rather die than serve its two masters?
Wang Fu thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out. Inadvertently, he pressed his palm on the mirror.
This time, it suddenly flew into the air.
Wang Fu stumbled and staggered forward a few steps. When he regained his footing, he reacted suddenly.
It turned out that he was already inside the mirror.
It turned out that the bronze mirror did not fail to respond, but took a ray of magic power from Wang Fu as an opportunity to open up the inner space.
"here it is?"
Wang Fu looked around. It was still his house. The surrounding walls, doors and windows were covered with tortoise-patterned light armor. It was evident that divine armor was providing defense.
The space in the mirror is clearly intact. A copy of the house has been copied and the photo has been moved in.
Wang Fu was amazed. He turned around and saw the bronze mirror hanging in the air, and pressed it up with one hand.
brush.
The next moment, Wang Fu returned to the real world, grabbed the bronze mirror and began to ponder.
After the magic power was removed, the space behind the bronze mirror also disappeared without a trace, returning to the appearance of an ordinary bronze mirror.
"That's amazing."
Wang Fu picked up the pair of chopsticks, used magic power to activate the bronze mirror, and then threw it into it.
Snap!
The chopsticks entered the inner space of the bronze mirror, and at the same time, a pair of chopsticks appeared in the external real world.
Wang Fu touched the pair of chopsticks, and they felt real, not false shadows.
"The projection is realistic and interesting."
However, after Wang Fu used up his magic power...
The space behind the bronze mirror instantly fell into a state of silence, and all that was left was the flat projection of the mirror surface.
The corner of Wang Fu's mouth twitched twice. He saw with his own eyes that the pair of chopsticks faded from the real thing and finally disappeared without a trace.
It is now certain that the space opened by the bronze mirror must not be used as a storage space.
Each space that is opened can only exist for a short period of time and cannot store anything. Once the mana is removed, all physical objects will be destroyed.
Including entities sucked inside, if they cannot leave before the space disappears, they will also meet the end of destruction.
"Um?"
Wang Fu suddenly raised his head, his eyes bright and frightening.
This function is simply an excellent tool for one-stop service of killing, destroying corpses and eradicating traces!
Thinking of the method used by the evil ghost to set up traps, Wang Fu became more and more sure that if he used it well, he could use the bronze mirror to reflect the real world and create a trap that was indistinguishable from real to fake, allowing the enemy to step into it unknowingly...
The space of the bronze mirror disappears, and the enemies inside will also disappear without a trace, unless...
Unless the enemy's strength exceeds the limit of the bronze mirror, Pin can break it with his own strength.
The more Wang Fu thought about it, the hotter his heart became. This bronze mirror was really a treasure.
"But, what name should I give it?"
Wang Fu felt worried, thinking that the more powerful the magic weapon was, the more ordinary its name would be.
"It's called the moiré mirror."
Wang Fu thought to himself, who would have thought that such an ordinary name could have such a terrifying effect, enough to make the enemy despise him and step into a trap unknowingly.