81 True fantasy is inseparable

Wang Fan's blood accidentally dripped on the small mirror, and the small mirror suddenly burst into an amazing sound, and then the white light flashed, shining everywhere, and its sound was like a landslide, earth-shaking.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, but had an inexplicable connection with the ancient mirror in an instant. This connection was taken for granted, just like his arms and legs. They didn't need to command at all. They could use it when they thought of it. At the same time, a strange spiritual power entered his body and shocked him.

With this spiritual power, some information about the ancient mirror suddenly poured into his mind: "The first mirror in the world, the front is the Tao, the reverse is the devil, the mirror of the Taoist demon, and the control of the Taoist demon."

"It turns out that it is called the magic mirror. What a strange name. The front can make people into the Tao, and the reverse side can make people into the magic, but it doesn't lie." He thought of the strange long-horned monster on the back of the mirror and nodded secretly: "The first mirror in the world can control the Taoist demon. It's a good thing, but it's a pity that I'm too conspicuous. If only I could integrate it into my body like my own magic weapon."

In addition to the magic weapons commonly used, monks who have reached the foundation-building period can also sacrifice their own magic weapons.

The so-called life magic weapon is a kind of weapon cultivated by the monk with the body as the refining furnace and the soul and spiritual power as the flame. Yes, the life magic weapon is not refined, but cultivated, like cultivating his own child, or even more important than the child. For the monk, the life magic weapon is his other life.

First of all, the quality of the original magic weapon can increase with the increase of the cultivation of the breeder, that is to say, it is a magic weapon that can be upgraded. In addition, the original magic weapon is used like an arm, and it will not be deprived. Even if the owner dies, it will not be used by the enemy because of its quality.

Of course, there are pros and cons. The magic weapon of this life is related to the life of the breeder. If the magic weapon is damaged, the soul of the person will also be injured. If the magic weapon is broken, the soul of the person will definitely be hit hard, or even depressed, and will stop in the future practice.

Wang Fan only practiced five layers of Qi. He just heard of the name of his own magic weapon. He knew that it could be hidden in his master Dantian, but it would not be perceived by outsiders, so he sighed a few words. Naturally, he did not expect to have it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the magic mirror flew up. In his shocked eyes, it penetrated into his body and hid in Dantian.

"This, isn't this, isn't it the foundation monk who can refine the magic weapon of his life?" He shouted, but suddenly felt that the mountains were shaking, the square collapsed in a large area, and there were cracks in the gray sky.

Looking at this destructive scene, he was shocked and was about to run away to avoid it, but he was suddenly thrown up.

"Ouch," he shouted and fell to the ground.

Wait for him to take a closer look. There are some squares and ancient halls. He is obviously sitting in the mine.

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Wang Fan returned to the mine for some reason, but looking at his wrist, it was still bloody. Obviously, everything just now really happened: "What's going on? The square, the ancient hall, the magic mirror, the blood left on the wrist is obviously not an illusion. Why did I come back here again?

He was puzzled and moved in his heart, but he found a simple small mirror in Dantian. Its front was transparent and bright, as warm as jade, and the reverse scene was frightening, iron-blooded and cold.

"It's a magic mirror. It's still there. It's definitely not fake just now. What's wrong?"

He was puzzled, but when he saw that Yuan Hong was still lying on the ground and unconscious, he put all his doubts in his heart.

"Fat man, wake up, wake up, are you all right?"

"Well," Yuan Hong turned over in a daze and muttered, "Brother, why do you push me if you don't sleep at night?"

"Are you really asleep?" Wang Fan was so angry and funny that he slapped him hard: "We are nine dead today. You can still sleep. I really admire you!"

With such a reminder, Yuan Hong really woke up and screamed, "Ah" and grabbed Wang Fan's hand: "Yes, Boss Wang, are we dead? Mom, I haven't lived enough yet. I didn't even get my daughter-in-law. God treats me so unfairly!"

"Bang" Wang Fan gave him a hard time: "Does it hurt?"

"Ouch" Yuan Hong jumped up and said, "Brother, don't hit people all the time, okay? You didn't like to move your hands and feet before. Did you change your sex after becoming a ghost?

"Get your head changed" Wang Fan can't do anything about him: "Since I feel pain, do you think we are dead or alive?"

"Are we still alive?" Yuan Hong finally woke up and laughed, "I'm still alive, I'm still alive." Then he said angrily, "The man surnamed Jiang is really a bastard. He still thinks that he is bragging about morality every day. We took such a big risk to save him, but he can't save him. He runs faster than a rabbit. What the hell!"

"Didn't you know that your soul was controlled?" Wang Fan thought he had been in a daze all the time.

"Who said that? It's just that the body is out of control, and the ears can still hear!"

Wang Fan's heart tightened: "Then why did you faint and be unconscious just now? Didn't you fall into an illusion? What do you see? Let's talk about it!" Since he knew that the magic mirror can be hidden in Dantian, he has vowed to stay quietly and make a fortune. If Yuan Hong sees it clearly, even if the two are brothers, it is not easy to do. After all, there is only one baby, and there is no way to share!

"I think about it, it seems to be some hallucinations!" Yuan Hong frowned and thought for a moment, but his face suddenly turned red. He touched his head and smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'd better not say it. No wonder I'm embarrassed."

Wang Fan was so worried that he could let him go. He insisted on asking him.

"Brother, you can't keep me a little secret." He was asked that there was nothing he could do: "I dreamed of the colorful butterfly, and when I was marrying her, I was woken up by you. That's okay!" After saying that, he said bitterly, "I don't know what's wrong. I've always dreamed of seeing her recently. Isn't it over? You must keep this matter a secret. If it reaches the ears of the butterfly, she must kill me."

"Haha" Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that he was thrown into Java, and he was in a better mood. He couldn't help laughing: "Good boy, I actually have this kind of thought. I said why do you always show off in front of Caidie. It turned out that he had bad intentions, but I support you. Come on!"

It seems that he was provoked by his mind. Yuan Hong was lower than ever before and sighed, "Don't talk nonsense. She is the proud daughter of heaven. I'm a toad on the ground. It's not the same grade at all. It's impossible."

"This attitude is not what our fat people should have." Wang Fan is really happy to agree with the combination of the two: "You have to firmly believe that toads eat swan meat, and flowers should be inserted into cow dung. Whoever doesn't accept it, our brother will kill him."