In the golden and red world, nine copper pillars support the nine-story fire tower.
Countless golden fire crows flapped their wings, the furnace burned the heaven and earth, and tortured all things. Even if one had copper tendons and iron bones, once one entered here, they would be turned into molten iron and would not be able to hold out for a moment.
The fire crows rushed forward like huge hammers, causing Lu Bei's teeth to tremble and his entire body to feel numb. He even felt his soul trembling.
Qin Fangtian presented with both hands the Taoist robe that was neither green nor blue. It was said that it was impervious to water and fire, and could not be harmed by anything. However, in just half a cup of tea, it had turned black, and there was an unbearable burnt and pungent smell.
Bad news, fell into a trap.
Good news, the Immortal Sword body was baked by the heat wave and its experience soared.
Pain and happiness.
After growing up through being beaten several times in a row, Lu Bei got used to the method of upgrading his sword skills. Now that he was here, he was not in a hurry to find a way out. He just lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, polishing the sword.
After a while, turn it over to avoid one side getting burnt while the other side is not yet seasoned.
Cultivating immortals may not be like this, but it is true for sword cultivation. The Immortal Sword Canon originated from the Abandonment Sutra. How could an invincible being in this world say such things? Just practice like this, and you won’t go wrong.
Another half cup of tea passed, and Lu Bei's Immortal Sword Body had risen two levels. The heat of the golden flame had reached its upper limit, and he was unable to continue forging immortality. The fire crows kept coming, but they could not cause any damage to him, let alone provide him with stable experience.
Lu Bei took a deep breath of hot air, and golden flames spewed out of his mouth and nose. He looked around intently, and the tip of his fist, which was surrounded by white light, was buzzing and trembling.
The sword body was upgraded, and the vibration force it carried reached a higher level. He didn't need to work hard to dig it out. As long as he thought of the word "shock" in his mind, a constant stream of strange force would be generated automatically.
It’s not like supernatural powers, but it’s better than supernatural powers.
Suddenly, a sword sound was heard, and violent golden light shattered the nine-story fire tower. A huge and turbulent air wave burst out, pressing the nine copper pillars to bend.
The flame formation collapsed, the space shook continuously, and it let out a wailing sound as if it could not bear the heavy burden.
Space cracks spread out along the golden light lines, densely packed like lightning snakes running through the sky when lightning strikes.
Lu Bei broke through the formation with one punch, and continued to charge forward, directly hitting the bronze mirror in front of him that was as tall as the sky.
When the fist touched the mirror, time stopped instantly.
The next second, boundless vibration force suddenly spread out like a wave. With the fist as the center, ripples of water distorted the metal bronze mirror. Circles of waves like tsunamis swept in all directions, covering the sky and the earth, surging with the momentum of cleansing the whole world.
In a chain reaction, each bronze mirror was followed by a tsunami, and each sea was overturned, turning the entire space into a mess.
Snap!
boom-
A white light burst out, and a huge bronze mirror as tall as the sky shattered, and the world fell apart.
…
Bronze mirrors stand in all directions of the world, reflecting white light. While affecting perception, it also interferes with the soul like an illusion.
More than ten figures were scattered around fighting, and two people formed a pair, neither too many nor too few. If you look closely, you will find that the two people fighting in each group are exactly the same in appearance and body shape.
Water and moon in the empty mirror.
Ji Chen's magic weapon for cultivating both body and soul, the Mirror Concealed Void, can evolve into an independent space and combined with the art of formation, it has endless uses.
He also has the powerful ability of mirror projection, refracting opponents, and creating clones for his own use. No matter it is a one-on-one fight or a group battle, his power is mysterious and unpredictable, allowing Ji Chen to occupy a place among the many powerful people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
At this moment, including Zhu Xiushi, each cultivator from Wu Zhou had a clone in hand, and they were fighting fiercely with their own projections.
But although the Shuiyue Guankong Mirror is powerful, it is not without any limitations. Looking at several battlefields, Zhu Dao is the most eye-catching, rubbing his own projection with all his might.
It is a unique method. If the projection can exert 100% of its power, Zhu Dao can exert 150% of it. Based on this, the Shuiyue Guankong Mirror can copy Zhu Dao, but it cannot copy his martial arts talent.
"All ten directions are covered!"
"All ten directions are covered!"
Two loud shouts rang out at the same time, and a terrifying and powerful force suddenly erupted. The projected body shot out like a cannonball. The person was blocked by Zhu Dao in mid-air and tragically torn into two pieces.
After killing his own clone projection, Zhu Dao looked up into the air. It didn't matter whether he fought or killed the fake thing, it would be boring even if he won. He just wanted to learn Ji Chen's skills. Even if he couldn't win, it would broaden his horizons.
Before he could move, a distorted shadow stepped out of the mirror, and it was another him.
Zhu Dao secretly cursed his bad luck, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clenched his fists, and stepped forward with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.
The new projection wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, put one arm under his abdomen, and started a series of attacks, striking out the Three Imperial Seals.
On the battlefield, there were people like Zhu Dao who beat up his own projection, there were people who were evenly matched with the projection, and of course there were also people who were beaten by the projection clones and were at a disadvantage and unable to fight back.
Zhao Shiran.
After all, Elder Zhao suffered the loss due to her lack of experience. She stayed in the small dark room like a stay-at-home girl, practicing dual cultivation. Her magic power level had improved, but her vision, consciousness, and thinking were still at the innate level. Even if she were given the skills of the Grand Tutor, she would not be able to replicate the Grand Tutor's former glorious achievements.
Unlike She Xuan, who was taken out for a stroll by Lu Bei from time to time and had the assistance of the golden-scaled snake, she rarely suffered losses in battles with others.
The wind was howling and the cold wind was sweeping the ground.
Zhao Shiran stood on the ice field, leaning on his sword, covering his face with his hands, and coughing out some bright red ice chips.
Across from her, a figure identical to her stood proudly with a sword in hand, his face cold and frosty, wantonly releasing endless coldness.
The projection seemed to be unable to speak, and her eyes were dull and lifeless. She stepped forward step by step, forcing Zhao Shiran to retreat continuously. With every step forward, her aura soared. After ten steps, the cold air froze Zhao Shiran to his bones, immobilizing him so that he could not move.
What the projection can do, Zhao Shiran can naturally do as well. She can even perform it perfectly one by one with her martial arts will like Zhu Dao. But she obviously can't do it now because she lacks practical experience.
In other words, there is a lack of the brutal beatings that occur in the world of immortal cultivation.
There was a crisp bang.
The projection lowered its head in shock, looked at the fist protruding from its chest, and turned its head stiffly.
At this moment, a big hand clasped her slender neck, and the five fingers ruthlessly contracted and broke into two with a click.
White light burst out, and the projection disappeared into ashes.
Lu Bei clapped his hands, stepped forward and shattered the ice in front of him, and pulled Zhao Shiran out of the ice wall. Seeing her lowering her head and coughing up blood, he couldn't bear it, so he raised his hand and touched her chest to relieve her breath.
Elder Zhao's face turned green, and his injuries healed in an instant. Seeing this, he jumped out of Lu Bei's arms in fright.
In broad daylight, with people watching, how can a man and a woman be so intimate with each other? At least...
At least go back to the house and turn off the lights.
"How is it? Anything else hurting?"
Lu Bei thought to himself that this was outrageous. He wondered what magical power Qi Yan's Ji had used. As soon as he came out, he saw Elder Zhao beating Elder Zhao. It was really hateful. If he had the guts, he should change it to the Grand Tutor beating the Grand Tutor.
My neck hurts, my chest hurts, my whole body hurts.
Zhao Shiran shook his head slightly, feeling a chill on the back of his neck. He saw clearly when he was frozen that Lu Bei punched through the chest of the projection, broke its neck, and finally scattered all the ashes.
Because the projection was exactly the same as her, it was as if she saw the scene of herself being beaten and killed.
It hurts just looking at it.
While the two were talking, two projections walked out. They were a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, which made Zhao Shiran very pleased.
Lu Bei and Zhao Shiran, projected in the Shuiyue Guankong Mirror, walked side by side, and indeed looked a bit like a couple.
boom!!!
The golden light spread across the ground, and the golden boy and jade girl ascended to heaven on the spot.
Lu Bei blew on his fist. Next to him was Zhao Shiran, whose eyelids were twitching. It was so miserable. It felt that it was not just the projection that was beaten to death, but her fate.
"Elder Zhao, Qi Yan's Tribulation Crossing Stage has appeared, and there will be more in the future. This place is no longer safe. Do you want to come in and sit for a while?" Lu Bei stretched out his hand and invited Zhao Shiran to go into the small dark room for safety.
Zhao Shiran hesitated for a moment, then saw two more projections forming on the side, and tightened the Wenyuan Sword in his hand.
She wanted to struggle too.
It is a good thing to be ambitious and it is worth encouraging, but now is not the right time. Lu Bei thought about it, and a golden bell slapped his chest and directly merged into his body.
Leaving a way out, Lu Bei turned into a golden light and disappeared on the spot. He paused briefly in front of his own projection, clasped the pretty boy with his five fingers, and took him away.
On the spot, Zhao Shiran attacked the projection with a sword. The latter raised his hand and slapped his chest. A golden bell-shaped light shield opened up, blocking the cold and sharp edge.
…
In a mirror world, two figures were fighting against each other. The whisk was like mist, stirring up the five elements of Taoism. Suddenly, yin and yang became blades, cutting down swords and shadows.
The two figures are Zhu Xiu Shi and her projection clone. Their methods are average and their abilities are the same, so it is difficult to tell who is the winner in a short period of time.
"Bitch, you and I are old acquaintances. I know exactly what you are doing and how powerful you are."
Ji Chen's figure was hazy, like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, not real: "It's not good to hide it. Are you waiting for the person behind you to show up, or are you waiting for the person behind me to show up?"
After saying this, Ji Chen's eyes flashed.
The projection clone was under her control, and the whisk raised thousands of strands, interweaving the space to freeze the world. Zhu Xiushi knew this method, and calmly took out a Bagua mirror and used the thunder escape method to disperse the thousands of strands.
Suddenly, the projection's body twisted, and its plumpness turned into a thin slice. The Yin-Yang Blade suddenly rushed forward, locking onto Zhu Xiushi's soul and leaving him nowhere to escape.
Figures intersected, projections shattered and disappeared, Zhu Xiushi's brow was stained with blood, and several red lines were drawn on his limbs and clothes, as if the whole person was cut into several pieces.
Being injured by his own moves, Zhu Xiushi was furious and sneered at Ji Chen: "You use my magical powers to deal with me. Do you really think it's the same as last time, when I was not prepared at all?"
Before he finished speaking, the bright red blood flowed back into his body, and the wound healed instantly, without leaving a single scar on his fair skin.
It's a pity that the Taoist robe has not been repaired. At this moment, the spring light is revealed. Every movement is a large piece of white jade, adding a touch of sexiness, making her temperament more charming.
"It doesn't matter if you are prepared. It's just a projection. You can have as many as you want."
Ji Chen smiled faintly and waved his hand. Another projection walked out, perfectly replicating Zhu Xiu Shi at the moment, even the tear marks on his Taoist robe were exactly the same.
"It is an illusion after all. You can never catch the moon in the water."
"That's enough to deal with you."
The two women looked at each other, both unwilling to give in. Ji Chen said bluntly: "Wu Zhou will not send only you, let the others who are in the Tribulation Crossing Stage come out. They are all important figures with status. If you hide them, you will become a coward."
"What about the rat behind you? You came uninvited as an evil guest, but you still complained that the host was not polite to you. What's the logic of this?"
"Haha, with Junior Sister's skills, she would be killed on the spot if she saw those people. Sister pities you because it's not easy to practice, don't be ungrateful."
Ji Chen sneered repeatedly: "Junior sister is still so naive, bringing two fusion stage pawns with her and thinking about taking the lead."
"Why not?"
"Who is available?"
Ji Chen sneered even more: "Is it the reckless man from the Huangji Sect, or the evil swordsman from the Tianjian Sect..."
When Ji Chen was halfway through his words, his face suddenly changed. He lowered his head and coughed out a mouthful of hot blood, his eyes wide with horror: "How is this possible? He is clearly only at the Fusion Stage, how... how can this be possible?"