He slammed the bat fan in his hand and hit the spirit fuselage.
Bang!
With a crunchy spirit, the fuselage felt a force and saw all the defenses playing on itself.
Feeling the power of this blow, my mind turned around and flew out with the direction of power, and my face was flushed as if I had been severely hit.
He looked up and looked around in the mirror. There was a flicker of horror in his eyes and asked, "What is this?"
"Magic Mirror Labyrinth"
He Maoqing explained that "people in it will be attacked by the figure in the mirror anytime and anywhere."
And what you see is real and illusory. "
He said that a brainwave appeared in all the mirrors.
And beside him, either He Maoqing fights or ghosts are eyeing up and looking at him.
"throw in the towel. Every mirror will feed back to you after you are attacked.
Maybe you can withstand three or five attacks, but after ten or twenty attacks, you will definitely be seriously injured.
Besides, there are several of you in the maze now, and you are printed in the mirror.
You have no chance of winning. "
A brainwave quietly made Miao Xiang’s true qi converge on his breath.
Then he found that he had become illusory in the mirror, and he suddenly knew it.
This magic mirror maze relies on his breath to capture his source and project his own figure onto the mirror.
When the projection is attacked, it will be directly fed back to him through the source breath.
He has already been refined into a wonderful body, and his body is as strong as a magic weapon.
Just He Maoqing fighting attack is just Mao Mao rain for him.
But if it is true that several of them are attacked at the same time, they really can’t bear it for long.
However, now that we have figured out the labyrinth of the magic mirror, it will be easy.
He held out an ancient lotus lantern, which was as big as a bean and burst into the sun.
"ah! ! ！”
He Maoqing suddenly saw this dazzling light, and one might as well be illuminated and turned white at the moment.
At the same time, a wave of anger rose in his mind.
He used his memory to launch several attacks on himself, the former ghost and the latter ghost.
However, he didn’t show up because he couldn’t see it. When the light came on, all the inspiration in the mirror disappeared.
Not only that, but the light is refracted by the magic mirror to amplify and refract the power of the anger candle.
Directly take care of this power in the multi-heart, a fierce burning flame rises above its head.
And there is a similar god beside it, but the bandage is wound in the opposite direction
Not only that, but the magic mirror maze suddenly collapsed under the influence of anger.
He Mao Qing Dou, the former ghost, the ghost and the mirror-like God Nayuduo and Ashengzuo are manifested.
A brainwave raised my hand, threw the seal of the Five Mountains, smashed it into the hands of the ghost in front, and fanned a flame mixed with thunder and burned it to the ghost in the back.
Booming, the seal of Wuyue kept flying up and down, smashing the former ghost into a smoke and flying back to He Maoqing’s bucket.
Still not recovered, he felt that his mind was like being hammered by a sledgehammer.
He was immediately killed by a brainwave.
He was just about to take it back, and the ghost was in pain again, and then it was blown away by fire and thunder.
The remaining source flies back to the other body
It was a brainwave to see him wake up earlier and let himself admit defeat and give back.
Looking at his head, he was so angry that Yuduo and the monk thought about it and didn’t start at once.
Instead, wait until He Maoqing regained his sight and said, "Now the form is reversed out of kindness to you. You can throw in the towel."
He Maoqing looked at the brainwave figure and thought that he had spent a lot of effort to cultivate ghosts before and after, and he broke up without even exerting his ten percent strength.
A few hard work turned into running water, and my heart was not angry because of the influence of anger candles.
He still didn’t forget to block the bat fan in front of him, revealing a pair of eyes and suppressing his anger. "The outcome is not divided!"
Suddenly two dark figures appeared in front of the spirit fuselage, bypassing all defenses.
One with a double sickle and the other with two pains went straight to the point of a brainwave.
A brainwave didn’t panic in the face of such an attack, but shook his head. "So …"
He danced like a Hua Hudie with one hand until his fist in front of the double sickle exploded with a virtual grip.
Like the explosion of a star, the impact and fiery force blow it apart.
With the other hand, it was pinched into a big seal, which was thrown at another miserable figure.
Seeing that he didn’t move quickly, he didn’t stop the big seal from being printed on the figure’s forehead in an instant.
The horse’s strength went straight in and scattered this figure.
"… then …"
A brainwave, with one hand and one hook, will directly turn the angry candle flame of many monks and monks into a violently burning candle.