Looking at the broken mirror, Ji Yunzhou's face was a bit embarrassed.

This is a void mirror, which can project the picture from thousands of miles into the mirror.

Xu Zimo gave him a strong sense of crisis, but he couldn't see through each other at all.

Ji Jiucheng is the most suitable choice for the fate of the dynasty in this era.

There can be no trace of accidents, so he has to remove all obstacles along the way.

For this reason, even if he did not hesitate to offend Zhenwu Shengzong, he sent someone to chase down Xu Zimo.

But now, he has a bad feeling in his heart.

In the ancient road of the scorching sun, the man in black could not see his face clearly under the mask.

In a black dress, the momentum was slightly cold.

"The painful death in the performance, your life will end with mourning."

I saw the man in black slowly picked up the long flute in his hand and began to play.

The moment when the flute sounded again, Xu Zimo felt something was wrong.

This flute sound brought a distinctive power, and Xu Zimo felt that the aura in his body began to be disordered.

Some rioted, along the blood vessels and meridians, as if to explode his entire body.

Xiao Xiao has a different kind of magic power, accompanied by the momentum of the black man's spirit.

His direct attack was a stormy offensive.

Behind him, it was also a long flute with aura.

At this moment, with the sound of flute spreading around, the big trees on both sides could not bear the pressure.

Burst directly from the center of the tree trunk.

In the distance, flying birds exploded, flesh and blood flew across.

The sound of the flute is getting more and more intense and getting higher and higher.

Eventually, when the sound of flute came from all directions in the direction of Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo felt his blood flowed back like a long river, and the blood vessels on the skin had exploded.

He raised his head slightly and smiled.

Slowly pulling up the hegemony behind him, it is not that he who is the strongest of the Divine Vessel has not fought.

The Ba Ying whispered in his hand.

The vast sword intention exploded from Ba Ying and saw Xu Zimo stepping out of the air.

Holding the knife in both hands, he held it high above his head and chopped it off hard.

The space around it was split into a avenue, and a blade of air fell like "boom" from the sky.

Seeing this scene, the man in black does not shy away, still blowing the long flute in his hand seriously.

The sound of the flute seemed to condense countless knives, colliding with Xu Zimo's knives.

It was another "bang" explosion.

In the middle of the two, the ground beneath his feet exploded into a very wide crack.

The man in black looked at Xu Zimo with some surprise.

I didn't expect the other party to dissolve his own flute, but he still had the power to fight back.

"You seem to be far behind!"

Xu Zimo closed his eyes slightly, and the wisps of space filled the whole body.

I saw his right hand stroke in the air.

"One of the ten forms of magic, the form of realm."

This is the first time he uses this pulse technique.

As his right hand fell, the space in front of him gave a sense of confusion.

Nothing seems to change, and nothing seems to be right.

As the man in black played the flute again, I saw Xu Zimo as the center, and the same flute came out.

The two flute sounds rushed together, and no one could help anyone.

"The space is folded, or what?" Said the man in black with a solemn expression.

He looked at Xu Zimo, his hands on the space in front of him.

Obviously with naked eyes, the distance between the two is less than ten meters.

But he really felt that the two seemed to be at different latitudes.

He didn't believe it.

Blow up the long flute again, this time with a different flute sound.

It is a pity that no matter how he plays, the same voice will be heard across from him.

"Your space is so powerful," the man in black said solemnly.

He knew that his space everywhere was like a mirror, folded in half.

No matter what kind of attack you use, the opposite will be the same attack.

Xu Zimo doesn't even need to do it, this is one of the functions of space prosperity.

But to achieve this, the understanding and application of space should almost reach an unbelievable level.

After all, his flute sound is not an ordinary attack, it is not so easy to reflect.

And to destroy this trick, you must use absolute strength to break this folded space.

The man in black has just tried it, and at least he has no such power.

At least it is necessary to enter the fairy to open the ninth pulse.

This also means that Xu Zimo is already invincible.

"No wonder you are so fearless," the man in black snorted softly and said lightly.

"You are wrong, the power of space is not the reason I have no fear," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

With a big hand wave, a different air flow diffused from the right hand.

The second form of Magic Ten, the form of illness!

This airflow is similar to dead air, but its power is tens of thousands of times that of dead air.

Because it can ignore all defenses and strengths and directly deprive life.

"What is this?" The man in black screamed and tried to escape.

But the surrounding space was directly suppressed by Xu Zimo.

He had just broken the void imprisonment, and was hit by a gray air current.

When the air current hit him, the face of the man in black panicked.

The pure black mask on his face snapped and broke in half from the middle.

What came into view was a hazy face.

This is a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance. Perhaps it belongs to a role that will not be noticed in the crowd.

"What did you do?" The man in black exclaimed.

"You will know right away," Xu Zimo replied with a light smile.

With the black air flowing into the body, I saw the black man's entire body froze in place.

His face changed from normal to waxy yellow, and then pale again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw wrinkles on his face getting bigger and bigger, and his looks slowly getting older.

From a middle-aged man to an uncle, it didn't take long for him to become an old man with an old look.

"What's wrong with me?" The man in black yelled in horror. Update the fastest mobile terminal ::

"What the **** do you want to do?"

"As the first person to die under my action ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ you should be honored," Xu Zimo looked at this series of changes indifferently.

The skin of men in black is getting worse and worse, and they are getting older.

The power of life is quickly extracted.

In the end, he saw his eyes slumped to the ground and became a corpse.

Then the bones rotted into a pile of bones.

The white bones dissipated and became ashes floating in the air.

"This move is really overbearing," Xu Zimo said to himself with satisfaction.

Forcibly extract vitality, but with his current mastery and power, it should be useless for those who are immortal and strong.

He glanced in the direction of the Fengqi Empire behind him, and finally sat in the Dark Sky Tiger again, heading for Fengtian City.