Eternal Life: The Emperor Has Gone Mad

"Six Heavenly Mysteries?"

"Xuan Mo is this madman."

"Did he really fall in love with that illusion?"

"The portrait left by Emperor Qin is really harmful to others and himself!"

The ten dolls are all modeled after the appearance of Liutian Xuannv, and each doll has a different expression, whether happy, sad or angry.

Their clothes are also completely opposite, some are revealing, some are heroic, some are gaudy, and some are elegant, but each puppet exudes tyrannical power fluctuations.

"Are they all puppets at the Golden Core level?"

The Xuannvs' bodies began to glow with a faint light, and their sights had completely locked onto everyone present.

"Mastermind, you go in first and leave this place to us."

As the "Qi Yao Zhong" chanted the Mohist spell, the ink patterns on the armor of the seven flesh and blood puppets also began to squirm one by one.

These curse patterns swam like tadpoles, and the flesh puppets swelled with roars and roars. With the blessing of the flesh and blood of strange insects, their power also increased several times.

"let's go!"

The flesh puppets roared.

They met the Xuannv, and soon the seventeen puppets were fighting together.

‘Zhuo Bufan’ glanced at the battlefield and then floated towards the trunk of the giant bronze tree.

Suddenly several colorful ribbons broke through the air and struck.

‘Zhuo Bufan’’s eyes opened slightly, and two jets of dark ink energy flew out from them to offset Cai Duan’s attack.

Then the ink-colored zhenqi turned into hundreds of ink beads floating beside him.

"Stop fighting and prohibiting force."

‘Zhuo Bufan’ groaned softly,

Swish, brush, brush!

The ink beads exploded immediately.

They were like ink renderings and dissolved into the void, constantly floating towards the positions of the ten Xuannv puppets. It didn't take long for the offensive of the ten puppets to become sluggish and weak.

No matter how much Xuannv attacks the ink smoke, they cannot isolate or interrupt this negative influence.

Even the mechanism parts and runes on them are slowly being eroded and destroyed by the ink smoke.

"Thank you 'Mastermind'!"

The seven flesh and blood puppets took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

In addition to the art of mechanism, Mohism also has methods of cultivation.

Because the Mohist monks uphold the idea of ​​universal love and non-aggression, the zhenqi they condense is the thickest and most tolerant. It can not only dissolve many different kinds of zhenqi, but also tolerate and even erode other zhenqi.

‘Zhuo Bufan’ took one look at the battlefield and then continued to move forward.

It came to the center of the tree trunk, and as it recited the incantation, a golden Bagua Lock floated out.

Click!

Click!

‘Zhuo Bufan’ just played with it casually a few times, and the Bagua Lock was cracked by it.

A door immediately opened in the bronze tree trunk. As Zhuo Bufan moved forward, the bronze tree slowly sank into the ground again.

"Xuan Xue Mo Xin!"

"You will eventually belong to me!"

'Zhuo Bufan' inside the tree finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

At this moment, even the mastermind cannot suppress the joy and excitement in its heart. In this deserted place, it can vent its emotions wantonly. After many years, it will finally get what it wants.

As long as it has the Xuanxue Moxin, it will have inexhaustible power, and it will be able to completely get rid of the shackles of the Fengdu Crystal.

"Xuan Mo, you are defeated after all!"

"The future belongs to me."

Click!

The giant bronze tree stopped.

'Zhuo Bufan' couldn't wait to walk out. However, the moment he stepped out of the bronze trunk, a clear mirror light shot towards him quickly. Before 'Zhuo Bufan' could react, the mirror light shot towards him. His entire being was completely enveloped.

"not good!"

‘Zhuo Bufan’ only had time to exclaim before he was frozen in front of the tree trunk.

"The treasure of Confucianism - a mirror that illuminates the world!"

"Xuan Mo, you madman, you traitor!"

‘Zhuo Bufan’ cursed loudly.

It never expected that Emperor Xuan would place Confucian treasures in his underground palace, and when he was relaxed for a moment, Xuan Mo plotted against him.

Under this vast and bright mirror light, the Mohist Qi in 'Zhuo Bufan''s body slowly dissipated. Not only that, even its soul had a tendency to be forced out of Zhuo Bufan's body.

‘Zhuo Bufan’ bit the tip of his tongue with great effort,

call out!

A jet-black blood arrow shot out, breaking through the mirror light like a fish swimming upstream towards the mirror that was constantly rotating in front of it.

The blood arrow was gradually dissipated by the mirror light, but then the ink-like rendering began to slowly spread and penetrate into the mirror light. 'Zhuo Bufan' felt that his seal was gradually loosening.

Ding!

When the last trace of blood ink splashed on the mirror, the originally bright mirror was instantly covered in dust.

"It's done!"

Just when 'Zhuo Bufan' was determined, the ink energy on the world-illuminating mirror slowly gathered, and then an illusory figure appeared in front of the mirror.

"Long time no see, 'Mother'."

Some cynical men laughed lightly and said,

"I didn't expect you to come here. It seems that my arrangements were not in vain!"

As the man finished speaking, the Mirror of Illuminating the World once again bloomed with bright light, and it slowly rotated behind the man like a full moon.

"Xuanmo, it's you!"

‘Zhuo Bufan’ was stunned.

It also didn't expect that it would see the most unforgettable and most hated person in this life here again.

"Ha, hide the ink and leave the book."

This Mohist method of conveying thoughts to gods was taught to Xuan Mo by himself before he transformed into the master brain.

But he and I had broken up a long time ago, and there was nothing to talk about between them, and there was nothing to talk about.

'Zhuo Bufan' looked at Xuan Mo's handsome face and understood that although Xuan Mo's eyes were staring at it, in the final analysis it was just an illusion.

The complex emotions in its heart began to gradually calm down, and the joy and excitement that originally surged due to Xuan Xue Mo Xin also turned into ice coldness.

The moment 'Zhuo Bufan' crushed the runes in his sleeve robe, Xuan Mo started to move.

"'Mother', this is my last gift to you."

He smiled slightly, and then it turned into a Confucian scripture densely covered on the mirror - the Chapter of Washing Mo Yaochen.

"Okay, okay!"

‘Zhuo Bufan’ was so angry that he laughed instead.

How ironic and absurd it is that the leader of the Mohist school has made great contributions to the Confucian sect.

Following Xuan Mo's movements, the mirror light in the underground palace suddenly flourished, and even more majestic songs circulated in the void.

"This is the time!"

In Luo Jing's underground main brain space, dozens of willpowers immediately assisted Zhuo Bufan's consciousness to regain his body.

Under attack from inside and outside, a transparent brain-like jellyfish was gradually pushed out of Zhuo Bufan's body, leaving only a few nerve fibers attached to Zhuo Bufan's temples.

At the same time, red arrows appeared on the mirror.

They aimed at the prey fixed by the mirror light, and shot like lightning with a hiss.

"Your Majesty!"

The real Zhuo Bufan finally came to his senses.

"Your Majesty, be careful of the Mo family, under Luojing City..."

"His Majesty!"

Zhuo Bufan roared crazily with all his strength.