Looking at the broken mirror, Ji Yunzhou looked a little embarrassed.
This is a void mirror that can project images from thousands of miles away into the mirror.
Xu Zimo gave him a strong sense of crisis, but he couldn't see through him at all.
Ji Jiucheng is the most suitable choice for the dynasty to compete for destiny in this era.
There can't be any accidents, so he must try his best to remove all obstacles along the way.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to offend the Zhenwu Holy Sect and sent people to hunt down Xu Zimo.
But now, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
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In the Burning Sun Ancient Road, the face of the man in black could not be seen clearly under the mask.
Dressed in black, his aura is slightly cold.
"Die in pain while playing, and your life will end with sad music."
I saw the man in black slowly picking up the long flute in his hand and starting to play.
The moment the flute sounded again, Xu Zimo felt something was wrong.
The sound of the flute carried a unique power, and Xu Zimo felt that the spiritual energy in his body began to become disordered.
Some of them rioted, along the blood vessels and meridians, as if they were going to burst his entire body.
The sound of the flute has a different kind of magic power, accompanied by the aura of the man in black's divine veins.
His direct attack was a violent storm.
The real life behind him appeared, and it was also a long flute condensed with spiritual energy.
At this moment, as the sound of flutes spread around, the big trees on both sides could not bear the pressure.
It exploded directly from the center of the trunk.
A bird flying by in the distance exploded, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The sound of the flute became more and more passionate and high-pitched.
Finally, when the sound of flutes came to Xu Zimo from all directions.
Xu Zimo felt like his blood was flowing backward like a long river, and the blood vessels on the surface of his skin were so obvious that they exploded.
He raised his head slightly and smiled.
Slowly pulling up Ba Ying from behind, he had fought against strong men in the divine vein realm.
The shadow in his hand was humming softly.
A huge sword intent burst out from Ba Ying, and Xu Zimo jumped into the air.
Holding the knife with both hands, he raised it high above his head and chopped it down with force.
The surrounding space was split into a great avenue, and a sword energy "rumbling" fell from the sky like a chasm.
Seeing this scene, the man in black did not dodge, but continued to play the long flute in his hand seriously.
The sound of the flute seemed to condense countless sword intentions, which collided with Xu Zimo's sword energy.
There was another "boom" explosion.
Between the two of them, a very wide crack opened up in the ground beneath their feet.
The man in black looked at Xu Zimo in surprise.
Unexpectedly, the opponent defused his flute sound and still had the energy to fight back.
"You seem to be far behind!"
Xu Zimo closed his eyes slightly, and wisps of space power filled his body.
I saw his right hand making a stroke in mid-air.
"One of the ten forms of "Demon", the form of the demon."
This is the first time he has used this pulse technique.
As his right hand fell, the space in front of him gave people a sense of confusion.
It seems like nothing has changed, and it seems like nothing is wrong.
As the man in black played the flute again, the same flute sound was heard with Xu Zimo as the center.
The two flute sounds collided together, and no one could do anything to the other.
"Space folding, or something?" The man in black said solemnly.
He looked at Xu Zimo and placed his hands on the space in front of him.
Obviously with the naked eye, the distance between the two people is less than ten meters.
But he really felt that the two of them seemed to be at different latitudes.
He didn't believe it.
He blew the long flute in his hand again, this time with a different flute sound.
Unfortunately, no matter how he played, the same sound would come from the other side.
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"Your space skills are so powerful," the man in black said solemnly.
He knew that his space everywhere was like a mirror, being folded in half.
No matter what kind of attack you use, the opponent will use the same attack.
Xu Zimo didn't even need to use his hands. This was one of the functions of the secret of space.
But to achieve this, the understanding and use of space must reach an almost incredible level.
After all, his flute sound is not a normal attack and cannot be reflected easily.
And to destroy this move, you must use absolute strength to break this folded space.
The man in black tried it just now, but at least he doesn't have this kind of power.
At least you have to enter immortality to open the ninth channel.
This also means that Xu Zimo is already in an invincible position.
"No wonder you are so confident," the man in black snorted and said calmly.
"You are wrong, the power of space is not the reason why I am confident," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
With a wave of his hand, another different stream of air spread out from his right hand.
The second form of the Ten Forms of "Devil" is the form of disease!
This airflow is similar to death air, but the power contained in it is tens of thousands of times that of death air.
Because it can ignore all defenses and powers and directly deprive lives.
"What is this?" the man in black screamed, trying to escape.
But the surrounding space was directly suppressed by Xu Zimo.
As soon as he broke through the confinement of the void, he was hit in the back by the gray airflow.
When the air flow hit him, the man in black's face became panicked.
The pure black mask on his face snapped in half from the middle.
What came into view was a gloomy face.
This is a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance, perhaps the kind of character who would not be noticed in a crowd.
"What did you do?" the man in black screamed.
"You'll know soon," Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.
As the black air flowed into the body, the man in black's entire body froze in place.
His complexion changed from normal to sallow, and then pale again.
Then the wrinkles on his face became bigger and bigger, and his appearance slowly became older.
From a middle-aged man to an uncle, it didn't take long for him to become a senile old man.
"What's wrong with me?" the man in black shouted in horror.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"As the first person to die under my attack, you should feel honored," Xu Zimo looked at the series of changes indifferently.
The skin of black people is getting worse and worse, and they are getting older and older.
The life force was extracted quickly.
In the end, he fell to the ground with dull eyes and turned into a corpse.
Then the bones rotted and turned into a pile of white bones.
The white bones dissipated and turned into ashes floating in the air.
"This move is really overbearing," Xu Zimo said to himself with some satisfaction.
Forcibly extracting life force, but with his current control and strength, it should be useless against the powerful who have become immortals.
He glanced in the direction of the Fengqi Empire behind him, and finally sat on the Dark Sky Tiger again, heading towards Fengtian City.
