This sentence came from the mouth of the old man Mo Jing, but Huo Fengjun and other Gao Tianshi didn't take it seriously.
They are all experienced people and know that mirror magic weapons are the mainstream tools for practicing illusions.
What you see in the mirror is most likely an illusion, confusing your eyes.
Therefore, they have long made the decision in their hearts that they will reserve their opinions on anything they see in boredom.
However, when I saw the scene in the mirror, which was flowers growing under the feet of the hairless man and the shadow of the mountain behind him, the exclamations continued one after another.
The children of luck, collectively known as the mountain flower sisters and brothers, there are flowers and mountains in the mirror, but they all surrender under the seat of the hairless one.
Moreover, the appearance of the hairless person is also very particular. There are nine layers of round light behind the head, and the illumination is endless. It is obvious that he has entered a certain state.
"Buddha!"
Everyone's hearts trembled. Could it be that this is the picture of a person without hair becoming a Buddha in the future?
If this is true, then the future result will definitely be that the children of destiny will be defeated miserably, and those without luck will be able to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven.
Do they need to think about the fate of those in the Sons of Destiny camp?
"Old Mojing, I think that Wang Fu was very cunning and hid more than one face. Before the incident, even his closest disciple, Master, could not find out. What he left behind was more fake than real."
Lord Huo Feng laughed dryly and pointed at the picture in the mirror, "I guess this is very likely that he deliberately set off a trap within us. You can't believe it."
I also remembered the voices of approval around me, "Yes, yes, yes, I can't believe it, I can't believe it."
The old man Mo Jing did not argue, but put away the moiré mirror with a cold face, "Believe it or not, it depends on your heart, I won't say much."
They didn't know yet that the scene of the secret gathering had already been condensed into the size of a palm, all presented in front of Mingshan and Hua Ling. It was transmitted in real time, the audio and video were synchronized, and lifelike, and the smallest details were clearly presented in front of them.
"Sister, don't be angry. Everyone has selfish motives. If there were no selfish motives, these people would not turn to you and I would obey your orders."
Mingshan saw that the Tiger Flower Spirit was about to have another attack, and hurriedly persuaded her to stop it. However, the Flower Spirit was still angry and pulled out the seven or eight powers of the secret realm in his hand. In an instant, the world was turned upside down, and countless humans and ghosts were destroyed and died.
Just one thought caused more tragic casualties than the previous hundred years of fighting combined.
"Sister, you have to control it. The ghost nature of the Nirvana Ghost has taken root and is inseparable from your body. It affects you all the time." Hu Hualing said with a sly smile, "Little brother, you don't know, he is affecting me. I
Why not use it again?"
"Nirvana ghosts are related to heavenly ghosts. I digested the nature of ghosts and guessed the truth behind the destruction of the world by heavenly ghosts."
Hua Ling passed by this place and pointed at the Fire Phoenix Lord and the others in the picture, "These idiots want to jump off the ship again?"
"What does the old man Mo Jing mean? Could it be that he is a Buddhist spy and is deliberately trying to shake the morale of our army?"
Hua Ling poked her finger on the screen, causing ripples to appear, as if she was about to take action, "Then he can't stay."
"Wait a minute."
Mingshan had quick eyesight and quickly stopped her, "Don't move."
"Why?"
Mingshan explained sincerely, "Old Mo Jing is of no importance, but if you touch him alone, other people present, including Lord Huo Feng, will definitely doubt you and me. How can we achieve great things if people's hearts are broken?"
Although the two siblings are very lucky, they still need help to get things done.
The Gaotian masters in the picture are already the source of 90% of their men's power, and there must be no room for loss.
Moreover, the rise of the Buddhist Sangha has already made people's hearts bright. For example, if you are seriously ill, you cannot use strong medicine, otherwise you will die faster.
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Hua Ling asked her brother.
Mingshan thought for a moment and said, "Fight."
"If the Buddhist Sangha wants to catch up, it must use you and me as stepping stones."
"They have a Buddha and a saying about a boat that can transcend tribulations. They deceive people's minds. In the long run, it will be detrimental to us."
"Only by taking action now can we have a chance to destroy Wufa."
When Mingshan said this, his tone was regretful, "I originally wanted to face Wufa so early, but the thirty-three secret realms have not yet been collected."
The son of luck moved down. There are twenty-one secret realms. He already has an advantage. The remaining twelve secret realms are also within easy reach.
Now we turn to attack the Buddhist Sangha. The strategy needs to be adjusted, not to mention the high heavenly masters such as Lord Huofeng and Old Man Mojing cannot be liquidated.
After all, everyone knows very well that there is no loyalty, but only interests and mutual use.
Hua Ling stared at the moiré mirror and the old man grinding the mirror in the picture, bit off a finger, and liquid juice flowed out from the broken part.
Old Mojing, after the meeting, returned to Mingxuantian where he was guarding alone.
The large and small mirrors on his body, either dark or bright, always reflected different scenes as he moved and turned around.
"Fu Ruyi also noticed it, and I also showed signs of it. Sister Shanhua is not blind, so she can definitely see it."
He sighed longly, "King Lao Guan, have you entered Yunzhong Dao Palace now?"
Old Man Jing, to be precise, Wang Fu who had changed his appearance, sighed softly.
Over the years, he has not left. Outsiders thought he was dead, but in fact he was not.
If you want to hide from the ghosts, gods and immortals, fake your death to escape, or come back from the dead, it is all fanciful and impossible to operate.
So, use a moiré mirror to make a difference.
A flash of light from the mirror revealed that although Wang Fu died, the old man Mo Jing survived.
This is not an impersonation of identity, nor is it the taking of a body. The truth is that the old man Mo Jing is Wang Fu.
The power of the moiré mirror to penetrate time and space was laid thousands of years ago, and it has been passed down to this day as the old man grinding the mirror.
The two identities were perfectly staggered. When Old Man Mojing was around, Wang Fu had not yet traveled through time. When Wang Fu grew up, Old Man Mojing "hidden" in the world. When Wang Fu died under the suppression of ghosts and gods, Old Man Mojing returned to the world.
He appeared naturally and joined the son of Fate.
It was a perfect miss. No matter how powerful the divine machine is, no one, including ghosts, gods and immortals, can detect the abnormality.
Nowadays, there is no longer the Three-Yuan Heavenly Master Wang Fu in the world, but the former old man Mojing has survived.
Among the many hidden Gaotian masters, there is indeed a figure like Old Man Mirror, and there is nothing wrong with him.
"Start early, those gods should be anxious."
The old man with a mirror flicked his cuffs, and his whole body was directly in the dark environment. At the same time, there was a bright light, reflecting different scenes from the north and south.
All the arrangements and foreshadowing are for the head-on confrontation between Buddhism and the Son of Destiny.
This was already in Tianji's future, and Wang Fu's push now is just pushing the time forward.
Once the node is changed, many behind-the-scenes arrangements will be greatly affected, and one must step out to put things right.
"Hua Xianren, it starts with you!"
Wang Fu lowered the round breast mirror on his chest and saw a figure reflected on the curved surface. It was none other than Hua Xianren, who was singing and walking quickly.
In the solar terms hall back then, Hua Xianren today, the cycle of retribution, no one can escape.