This sentence caused everyone in Huo Fengjun to burst into laughter. The old man didn't talk much, but his venomous tongue was unparalleled.
The colorful boy raised his eyebrows, then lowered them, "That's all, what do I have to argue with a dead man like you?"
His companions had reminded him that Old Man Mirror was one of the few generals under the command of the Son of Luck, as famous as Lord Fire Phoenix, and his strength was unfathomable. In particular, he was good at using mirror-type magic weapons, and his methods were unpredictable.
What is particularly worth mentioning is that Wang Fu's moiré mirror fell into the hands of the other party.
Wang Fu was a figure who was once comparable to immortals and gods. Every magical weapon he owned was a legend.
The colorful young crow looked at the old man grinding the mirror and suddenly opened his mouth and started chirping.
In an instant, the void vibrated, and all the mirrors on the old man's body began to tremble, showing vague signs of breaking.
It turns out that the colorful boy took the initiative and used sound waves to shatter all his mirrors and destroy most of his trump cards.
The old mirror grinder calmly threw out a palm-sized mirror and inserted his hand into the mirror.
The next moment, a palm-sized mirror appeared in the sky on the back of the colorful boy, and the old palm stretched out and hit him hard on the back.
winter!
The colorful boy was frightened and raised his arms, turning into wings covered with gorgeous feathers.
After taking a breath, the colorful boy turned into a gorgeous peacock, dragging his slender tail feathers across the sky to avoid the attack of the old man grinding the mirror. He passed through the air and saw the old man grinding the mirror still standing where he was. Slowly, Uno pulled out the mirror from the mirror.
return the palm,
"Ugh!" The colorful boy was still trying to exert his strength, but his wings suddenly hurt sharply. The blow to his back just now broke seven or eight bones.
In desperation, he had no choice but to glide to the ground.
When the old man Mo Jing took action, it was really extraordinary. He injured the colorful boy in one round.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the colorful boy is not a waste. The reason why he is frustrated is that the old man Mo Jing is too fast and too strong.
"Crow, you haven't reached your realm yet, don't be obsessed with fighting, give up and come back in time."
The man without hair spoke, and actually asked the colorful boy to admit defeat.
But this sentence aroused the colorful boy's fierce spirit. Doesn't this clearly mean that he is inferior to the old man Mo Jing?
"I'm going to tear your old bones apart and chew them into crumbs."
The colorful boy raised his wings high, waved a stream of light, and dragged out colorful broken lights, which was as exciting as a broken dream.
Lord Huo Feng heard the exclamation. It turned out to be a colleague standing in front. He suddenly took a few steps back and was bitten off a large piece of flesh by the stream of light. The piece of flesh and blood disappeared forever and could never grow back.
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"It's not cutting back, it's erasing."
Lord Fire Phoenix saw the essence of the colorful boy's magical powers. Wherever the broken stream of light passed, all reality and reality were wiped out and could never be restored. I'm afraid that even the immortal ghost nature of the Nirvana Ghost cannot withstand this stream of light.
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The old man Mo Jing saw the power and stepped back quickly, but the stream of light was getting closer and closer.
There was a thick layer of broken light deposited on the mirror surface all over the body, but it was unable to bounce back and reflect back.
It stands to reason that mirror-like magic weapons can restrain divine light spells, but now it is the other way around, with the stream of light suppressing many mirrors.
"What are you waiting for, old man Mo Jing?" Hua Ling became irritable. The situation was good, but it suddenly took a turn for the worse. Could it be that he was going to lose again?
"Don't worry, there is one last resort."
Mingshan said calmly, the old man Mo Jing still didn't use the moiré mirror, which showed that there was still room for counterattack.
The stream of light swirled like a waterfall and began to erode the battlefield, and the ground began to sink. Black spots appeared in the sky.
This battlefield is covered by twenty-one secret realms. With the combined power of all the heavens, it is very difficult to break through.
The colorful boy's stream of light, whose lethality obviously exceeded the ordinary level, began to threaten the secret world in turn.
"Old man, you hide here and there like a rabbit, and you will die quickly if you don't."
The colorful boy saw the opportunity, and the stream of light suddenly rose and fell, like a rapidly falling net, and was about to catch the old man grinding the mirror.
The old man who was grinding the mirror held something in his hands and pointed it at the colorful stream of light. Several tachyon-thick beams of light were reflected back from the mirror.
The beam of light arrived first, knocking the streamer to the ground and continuing to fly forward. It pinned the colorful boy's wings to the ground and made him unable to move again. "Go and help the bird back."
Wufa opened his mouth and summoned two monks to enter the battlefield.
Then, he turned around and thanked the old man Mo Jing, "Thank you for your mercy."
When Old Mo Jing returned to his own camp, Hua Ling immediately asked, "Why not kill him?"
"I can not."
Mingshan hurriedly explained, "That bird is extremely powerful. It is already very difficult for Old Man Mo Jing to defeat him."
Looking at the camp of the non-haired people, the colorful boy was unwilling and struggled to say to the non-haired people, "Why stop? I'm not dead yet, you can continue."
Wufa asked him gently, "Do you know who you lost to?"
Seeing that the colorful boy didn't speak, Wufa reminded him, "You lost to your future self."
The colorful boy felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Only then did Hui recall those beams of light. Although their shapes were different, they were exactly the same as the flowing light.
"Old Man Mirror, he used the moiré mirror to summon your future self and defeated you in the present."
"So, I know that he can only defeat you, but he cannot kill you, otherwise there will be no future you."
"In the same way, although you can't die, you will definitely lose, because you can't defeat your future self."
The explanation of the man without hair was a bit stiff, but the colorful boy understood. He did not lose to the old man Mo Jing, but lost to the handwriting of the future. The man without hair looked at the old man Mo Jing not far away and sighed,
"Unfathomable."
In the Son of Destiny camp, Mingshan explained the operation of Old Man Mirror, and the surrounding Gaotian masters fell silent.
It seems difficult to operate like this!
"Wang Fu is able to defeat the two top sects, the Shifang Ghost Tribe, and the moiré mirror is the main reason."
A bunch of eyes fall on that mirror. Wouldn't it mean that holding this mirror in hand will always be invincible?
Think about it, you can always summon a stronger existence from the future, who else can match it in advance?
Mingshan didn't reveal some secrets. When summoning future help, one must bear the cause and effect. For example, this time, Old Mo Jing allowed the colorful boy to defeat him, so he couldn't kill him because of the cause and effect.
In the same way, once you recruit the future, you must be responsible for the future and cannot make changes, otherwise...
Mingshan nodded towards Old Mo Jing, "Congratulations, Old Mo Jing, for finally understanding this treasure."
Suddenly, the void shook. It was the moment when the Mountain God of Gushan successfully ascended to the gods. Both sides of the battlefield received the news.
"The person already has a master."
The man without hair and the son of luck looked at each other after a brief moment of confusion, and seemed to be speeding up.
They haven't decided the winner yet, but on the other side of the battle for status, a new god has been born.
Time waits for no one and we must speed up the pace.