Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 321 The Man in the Mirror

Fu Xiangxing had already become familiar with the role of mediator and separated the two people.

"Second, second, now is not the time for internal strife. It would be bad if those phantom demons hiding in the dark took advantage of the situation and sneaked in..."

Yu Shuoyang and Wang Yanzhi turned their backs and snorted coldly.

"But is it really okay for everyone to do this?" Fu Xiangxing looked at the monks who were already fighting.

Yan Zhou slowly took back the poison needle from the corpse: "Ahem... Forgot? I don't know how many of the people who came here are enemies. It's okay if those phantom demons bewitched people close to us, but if they were enemies... Killing one is not a loss, and killing two is a profit."

Just as he finished speaking, a ferocious voice was heard not far away.

"You said you were Zhang Si? I don't believe you. Give me a sword strike to test your authenticity."

"Zhao Wu? I could recognize him even if he turned into ashes. Now you turn into ashes and ask me to identify whether you are him or not."

Being able to kill monsters and enemies is indeed a rare opportunity. Looking at some monks who were getting excited, everyone felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Well, the scene is already in chaos anyway, so everyone can drink it while it’s hot.

"Hee hee hee..."

"Kakakaka..."

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and dull sounds were heard from time to time.

Weird laughter came from far and near, as if something tall was standing up, dividing the crowd like cakes.

Zhang Miao was quick to grab the two most restless guys by the hand, circled their necks, and pulled back the collar of the poison doctor who looked sick but was inexplicably excited to do the evil, and called the most honest Fu Xiangxing, demonstrating his reliability as a captain with his actions.

Wu Feipeng and Duan Jiashu also noticed the abnormality, and called on everyone in the Discipline Hall to gather together early. They called on all the cultivators they could recognize to come forward, and everyone huddled together. Only Qin Xiao led his men to charge forward, and in a trance, he disappeared into the fog.

"call--"

The sounds of weapons clashing just now seemed to be an illusion, and the only faint sound was the wind.

Silence is the omen before the weirdness crawls and stretches out its claws.

Wu Feipeng and others slowly moved forward. Everyone had started using lighting objects, but the light was suppressed by the fog. More light was swallowed up, so they could only see things at a close distance. The dark fog ahead had become unknown.

Duan Jiashu felt as if there was something blocking him in front of him. He stretched out his hand, but it was cold. His shoulder was pinched and he was pulled away. Suddenly, there was a light reflected back and his heart almost jumped into his throat. When he took a closer look, he found that it was a transparent mirror.

Wu Feipeng held down the shoulder of someone who was about to move, and took back the hand that was touching the mirror.

"Don't touch it randomly, be careful of danger." Brother Duan knew the strange methods of those monsters, so why was he so reckless? It really made people worry.

"I know, I know." Why is Wu Feipeng becoming more and more talkative now? Ah, I still miss the Wu Feipeng who used to only call him brother behind his butt.

Duan Jiashu withdrew his hand and chuckled, then suddenly caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was making the same movements as him, but they looked weird for some reason and his expression seemed a little stiff.

It seemed that the "Duan Jiashu" in the mirror had also noticed it. His eyes suddenly slanted over, and the corners of his mouth opened into a strange arc. Suddenly, a chill rushed up from under Duan Jiashu's feet.

"Watch out for mirrors! They hide in there!"

"Oh no! The mirror is moving!"

Duan Jiashu's words of warning and the disciples' noisy shouts rang out at the same time.

The standing mirrors connected to each other came, and the corners of the mirrors passed by, making a slightly harsh sound, passing through the gaps between everyone, as if trying to isolate everyone.

Everyone attacked the mirror, only to see ripples on the mirror surface. Not only did it dissolve the attack, it actually swallowed up the weapons it touched. Everyone felt horrified and quickly pulled out their weapons. When they looked up again, they were alone in a space, with mirrors reflecting their own faces on all sides.

"anyone there?"

"Where are you all?"

Everyone's shouts rose one after another. The fog not only swallowed up most of the light, but also weakened the echo of the sound. No matter how hard you listened, you could only get a rough direction.

If viewed from above, this place has turned into a mirror maze. A thick evil aura lingers in the sky, preventing anyone from flying their swords.

On this side, even though Zhang Miao was holding his teammates, almost turning into a double-door refrigerator, with one on each shoulder and one clamped under the armpit, he couldn't help but be separated by the mirror.

However, everyone stood closely together and defended relentlessly, and when they looked back, they saw three people together - but the two most unreliable players were missing.

Zhang Miao sighed: It would be better for the two of us to separate and not be together.

At this time, Yu Shuoyang and Wang Yanzhi stared at each other and said in unison: "Why do we have to be together?!"

Wang Yanzhi snorted, not really wanting this kind of tacit understanding: "It makes me think the same thing."

Yu Shuoyang said "tsk" to him, and even bumped into him as he passed by: "When the time comes, come closer, don't let the mirror eat you."

Wang Yanzhi pushed back unwillingly, deliberately using force: "You should say this yourself."

Just as he finished speaking, he bumped into Yu Shuoyang, who staggered against the mirror and was suddenly swallowed.

"Fuck!!!"

Wang Yanzhi was quick and grabbed Yu Shuoyang's waist. He saw two hands reaching out from the rippling mirror, holding Yu Shuoyang and dragging him into the mirror. He quickly pulled him back.

"Yu Shuoyang?! You were really eaten?!"

Yu Shuoyang's head was still hanging out, struggling to draw his sword with his backhand: "How dare you say that? You're using all your strength on me!" He was pushed directly into the arms of the Phantom Demon.

"I can't pull it out. Are you too heavy?" Wang Yanzhi said this and simply grabbed Yu Shuoyang's legs.

"Try harder! Is it possible? Don't blame the uneven road if you can't do it!" Yu Shuoyang pulled out one of the swords from his body, and while retorting to Wang Yanzhi, he quickly and decisively stabbed into the mirror behind him. Suddenly, he realized something, and one of his hands holding the hilt of the sword suddenly loosened, and buckled his belt again, his face flushed, and he almost swore.

"Are you grabbing my legs?! This is my hakama!" If Wang Yanzhi took it off like this, he might as well be dragged away by the thing in the mirror!

I don’t know if it was because Yu Shuoyang poked me, or because I felt that these two people were too noisy, but the hands stretched out in the mirror suddenly loosened.

At this moment, Wang Yanzhi was exerting force backwards, and Yu Shuoyang suddenly flew out like a carrot pulled out upside down, and hit Wang Yanzhi. The two of them rolled around like bowling balls until they hit the mirror with a loud "bang" and stopped.

Many monks who were still wandering around in the mirror maze nearby looked up in confusion.

"Which fellow Taoist blew up the mirror?"