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The mysterious psychic mirror quietly floated above the altar, and a ray of light shot out from the altar, illuminating the psychic mirror, and then shining into the void behind the ancient mirror.

In the void, a huge light curtain immediately appeared.

On the light curtain, a man holding a giant hammer and with a blurred face is picking up a mountain.

Throw it into the sea of ​​fire in front of you.

Immediately, he raised the sledgehammer in his hand and slammed it down fiercely. The sledgehammer produced a huge hammer shadow, which fell heavily into the sea of ​​flames.

One hammer, two hammers, one hundred hammers, ten thousand hammers!

Countless hammer shadows, countless hammer strikes that brought out ripples in the void, made the mountains in it smaller and smaller.

In the end, it was tempered into a bronze mirror by the sea of ​​fire.

The moment the bronze mirror was born, countless thunderstorms fell from the sky and bombarded the bronze mirror.

Another handful of dense springs flowed out from the sky and poured on the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror shines brilliantly.

The mirror image became blurred, and then gradually became clear again.

I saw a gray-clothed monk, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, dripping blood essence, and then carved complex lines.

Then he lifted the bronze mirror, and the bronze mirror shone on a serpentine statue in front of him!

The snake-shaped statue in the mirror suddenly stretched out a snake letter, and the snake's eyes were also staring at the gray-clothed monk indifferently.

The mammoth spiritual pressure caused the grey-clothed monk's body to collapse and cracks appeared in his spiritual wheel.

The scene in the light curtain ends here.

【Mirror of magic

Information [-]: A mysterious craftsman celestial master collects the consciousness of the gods and blends them into Xuanshan Tianyue and Tianji Lingquan to refine them. The grade is unknown.

Message [-]: Drop your own blood essence, sacrifice half of your soul to the mirror, engrave the god pattern, illuminate the statue of the god, and communicate with the gods. 】

Ji Xia digested this message in his mind, frowned slightly, and said secretly: "Do you want to sacrifice half of your soul to the magic mirror?"

This method of communicating with the gods is too harsh for Ji Xia.

"Although I don't understand the impact of sacrificing half of the soul, but this kind of transaction is not a reciprocal transaction, and sacrifices the soul every now and then. Why is it so evil?"

Ji Xia felt a little helpless, and was about to put the magical mirror into the purple rhinoceros finger, when he suddenly remembered the Milong Lord in the magic fetus.

"The rank of this magical mirror is unknown, but looking at the scene where the mysterious figure refines the magical mirror, and the names of those lingjin and springs in the messages from the source altar, it is not difficult to guess the quality of the magical mirror. The rank must be extremely high."

"To be able to communicate with those mysterious and powerful gods, I'm afraid it surpasses the extremely high profound weapon, and even surpasses the heavenly spiritual weapon!"

"Now anyway, this mirror is useless. Even if it is really useful, or let them communicate on their behalf, I don't know what terrible changes will happen, why not..."

Ji Xia has seen a lot of gods in the Immortal God Tree, and he has no regrets about such a bronze mirror that may be a celestial spiritual weapon or even reach a higher level.

"Since it can't be used, let the Milong Lord eat him. If such an extremely precious treasure is swallowed by the Milong Lord, there is a high probability that the Milong Lord will be born immediately. At that time, I will have an extra altar Wouldn't the strength of the strong increase greatly?"

The more Ji Xia thought about it, the more excited she became.

"A treasure that cannot be used, no matter how precious it is, is just a piece of scrap iron. It's better to exchange it for a peak combat power!"

Ji Xia made up his mind, flipped his wrist, and the magic fetus of the Milong Lord appeared in his hand.

The magic fetus realized that he was taken out, and a consciousness came out immediately: "My lord, you finally thought of feeding me!"

Mi Longjun uttered such a resentful resentment in a deep and hoarse voice, if it was heard by other people, it would inevitably feel strange.

But Ji Xia has gotten used to it.

Although the Milong Lord is powerful, he was born as a god.

But Ji Xia also knows that this evil fetus has not been deeply involved in the world... No, it has never been involved in the world at all, and its mind is very simple.

That's why Ji Xia coaxed her to make a contract with Lu's father.

"Hey... what is this?"

Before Ji Xia answered, Lord Milong had already sensed the bronze mirror in Ji Xia's other hand.

"Such a strong mysterious atmosphere, where did you get this mirror master?"

Mi Longjun spoke cheerfully, with greed that couldn't be concealed in his tone.

Ji Xia picked up a piece of spirit energy, knocked Milongjun once, and said, "Where are there so many problems? The Lord of this mirror gave you a reward. It would be best if you could swallow it."

During his words, he put the magic fetus on the magic mirror.

Lord Milong was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Where is the master, even if it is an extremely high-ranking spiritual weapon, I can swallow it..."

Before Mi Longjun finished speaking, the magic mirror suddenly triggered a strange wave of spiritual energy, enveloping the devil's embryo in an instant.

"what!"

The Milong Lord in the devil's fetus let out a heart-piercing cry, and a black breath in the devil's fetus was forcibly stripped from his body!

Ji Xia frowned slightly, and immediately separated the magic fetus from the magic mirror.

The Milong Lord in the devil's fetus still cried out in pain: "What? Take something out of my body?"

Ji Xia hurriedly took out an upper mysterious weapon, put the devil's embryo on it, and let the devil's embryo swallow it.

The screams of the devil's fetus gradually subsided.

Ji Xia looked at the mirror again.

I saw a god, standing in a black flame, watching Ji Xia quietly.

The god's face was feminine and his temperament was mysterious.

It was the face of the Great God Xu Ze.

Ji Xia's heart sank slightly, and he whispered in his heart: "Yin Jun?"

"Could it be that the Yin Lord's breath, which has long been fused with the other two breaths in the devil's body, aroused the magic mirror and communicated with the Yin Lord?"

Ji Xia was puzzled.

But at this moment, there is no time to think about it.