Chapter 415 Curse in the Space The Female Nun in the Mirror
Above the azure sea, layers of frozen waves were like mirrors, reflecting Zhang Hao's figure.
Then this reflection is not an ordinary refraction, but contains a terrible mirror curse.
It can swap the virtual and the real, turning the monk into a reflection in the mirror. It is an extremely terrifying and strange curse!
For example, at this moment, Zhang Hao, who was severely attacked, felt as if his body was torn apart. The magic power in his dantian was eroded by a cold breath, and the consciousness in his soul gradually began to become blurred.
"No!"
Zhang Hao roared and resisted desperately.
But even so, he still felt that his soul and mana were constantly draining into these mirror images.
In this world, energy and spirit are the foundation of monks. Once they are completely plundered or lost, they will become like a walking corpse, or even die directly!
And targeting the spirit has always been the key to the curse!
At the same time, the reflection on the ice mirror on the sea became more and more real and agile, lifelike, as if it was coming to life!
"This mirror curse is very special."
On the curse altar, Lin Chen was not in a hurry to take action, but was observing and analyzing with a cold eye.
"The common method of cursing is to use the breath of a monk to interfere with the [Qi] in the three treasures of spirit, energy, and spirit of others, thereby achieving various effects such as spells and curses."
"And this mirror curse not only targets Qi, but also targets gods. The power of the monk's soul will be absorbed into the mirror, and it will also steal the consciousness and memory of living people!"
"Zhang Hao's aura has been ingested. You can use the same-breath soul-cursing method to reversely remove it. The soul can be recalled using the soul-stirring method. However, you still have to create a fake body to withstand the opponent's key blow and escape the lock. …”
In an instant, Lin Chen determined the solution and took action without hesitation!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Continuous explosions suddenly sounded in the venue, and the soul fire on the altar suddenly crackled and exploded.
Under the green light, pale and illusory ghosts appeared one after another, densely packed, covering the entire altar.
Then, they all looked at Zhang Hao, opened their mouths, and shouted in unison.
"Zhang Hao!"
"Zhang Hao!"
"Zhang Hao!"
At this moment, all the ghosts were shouting, and their voices were intertwined layer by layer, echoing throughout the world like heavy waves.
This is - The Conjuring!
Zhang Hao, whose consciousness was constantly blurring, seemed to have a very kind and familiar figure appearing in front of him the moment the voice sounded. And as it became clearer, his consciousness gradually began to wake up!
Soon, he realized that it was Lin Chen who took action.
"Senior brother..."
Zhang Hao reluctantly opened his eyes and said.
In order to fight against the curse, he had tried his best. If Lin Chen didn't take action, he could only try to let Shu Lao control his body again.
But there is a certain price to pay for allowing aliens to control the body, not to mention that it only prolongs the time and cannot truly solve the Nascent Soul Curse.
Therefore, Lin Chen had to take action himself!
"Calm down, focus on yourself, and leave the rest to me."
Lin Chen said lightly.
Immediately afterwards, on the altar, flesh and blood, spirit stones, and souls flew out one after another, and after blending, they finally formed soul lamps.
Seven lamps were placed next to Zhang Hao in the position of seven stars.
Between the interlacing lights, a blurry image appeared vaguely in mid-air.
And as time went by, the image began to become clearer and clearer.
The image is very blurry, but it can be vaguely seen that it shows a room full of bronze mirrors from top to bottom, left and right.
This is...the location of the Nascent Soul monk!
"The moment Sakumoto pursues the source and erases the breath, there will inevitably be a counterattack, but that is also the most critical moment to get rid of the lock..."
Lin Chen's eyes moved and he flicked his fingers.
On Zhang Hao and him, there were two drops of blood on the chest, half of the mana in the dantian, and a trace of the soul was divided, and they fell into the altar one after another.
Then under the influence of a mysterious force, two bloody stand-in dolls were finally formed!
"it's time……"
At this moment, Lin Chen's eyes were sharp and he took action brazenly.
He pinched the magic formula in his hand and chanted in his mouth:
"Seven stars pursue life, and the same breath curses the soul, edict!"
Immediately, an invisible wave surged out, rushing into the darkness!
…
the other side.
Somewhere in the East China Sea.
On a fairy mountain, in a cave.
The vermilion curtains, the bed full of embroidery, the eyebrow pencils ready for use, the bronze mirrors hanging all over the room, and the catkins flying outside the window... It looks like a woman's boudoir.
But the unique thing is that the layout of the room is not like ordinary people.
Instead, the middle line is used as the division. The layout on the left and right sides is almost symmetrical. They even have the same screen windows and the same willows flying outside the windows.
For a while, I am afraid that anyone who comes will not be able to tell which side is reality and which side is still a mirror image.
And strangely, there are hundreds of bronze mirrors placed in the room.
What is reflected on each bright mirror is not the scene of this room, but the spiritual boats sailing on the sea.
The bronze mirror located in the center is constantly emitting a very light stream of light, covering each bronze mirror, seeming to provide some kind of power support.
At this moment, in the empty room, suddenly, there was a clear sound of the mirror shattering.
I saw cracks suddenly appearing on a bronze mirror in the room on the right, which quickly spread all over the body, as if it might break at any time.
But the next moment, a stream of light emerged from the bronze mirror in the center, forcibly maintaining it.
Immediately afterwards, a clone that had already left behind spiritual thoughts came to the side instantly and launched a traceback counterattack.
At the same time, as if someone was alarmed, a sigh came from nowhere in the empty room:
"Interesting, someone actually broke my Taoist projection, and it wasn't a certain fellow Taoist..."
As he spoke, a graceful figure suddenly appeared on the bronze mirror in the center of the room.
She is wearing a light blue skirt, her bare feet are as flawless as white jade, her body is tall and slim, with an indescribable charm.
Of course, the most important thing is her face. Her lips are lightly pursed, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and her eyes are filled with sadness. She seems to be smiling but frowning, which is heartbreaking.
She seemed to sense something and sighed quietly.
Then, she seemed to walk in the mirror, from far to near, and finally occupied the entire mirror surface.
Immediately afterwards, she actually stretched out a hand, and then walked out of the mirror!
She stepped on the cold floor with her jade feet, then walked step by step to the broken bronze mirror, took it off, and stretched out her hand to scratch it.
Immediately, Zhang Hao's somewhat blurry face appeared on the cracked mirror.
Then, it seemed to be affected by something, and it continued to become blurry, as if it was about to completely dissipate.
"What a handsome man, and with such abilities, I wonder whose girl he will harm in the future?"
But the female cultivator didn't seem to be in a hurry. Instead, she looked at this face and sighed softly.
Then, she gently stroked the broken mirror, as if touching Zhang Hao's face, her eyes drooped, and she said in a low voice:
"I wonder if people like this can survive that fleeting time?"
Her tone was very light, without any murderous intent, but mixed with a touch of sadness.
Then, the female cultivator in the mirror placed the broken bronze mirror on the dressing table and sang softly to it:
"After reading the pain of parting in the end of the world, I will return like a scattered flower."
She seemed to be complaining or humming. As she spoke, the willow trees outside the window began to grow old rapidly, and the room seemed to have experienced decades of time, becoming dilapidated and vicissitudes of life.
"Looking at each other under the flowers without saying a word, the green window is full of spring and the sky is dusk."
The bright light in the surrounding environment suddenly dimmed at this moment. Between the changes in the light, the faces of Zhang Hao in the mirror and the female cultivator outside the mirror became uncertain, with shadows overlapping each other, as if they were slowly changing in the light and shadow. Blend together.
"When the lovesickness lamp is turned on, there will be a wisp of new love and thousands of wisps of old hatred."
The temperature seemed to drop suddenly, and there was an indescribable coldness in the air. On the cracked bronze mirror, Zhang Hao's face suddenly showed a arc, and his eyes were sad, as if he had come to life.
No!
To be precise, it is not that it comes to life, but that the face of the person in front of you is reflected in the mirror!
I don’t know when, the face in the mirror and the face outside the mirror became exactly the same at this moment, they both looked like Zhang Hao!
But her voice is more like a woman full of resentment!
"Zhang Hao" softly sang the last line of the spell, his voice low and ethereal, like the last whisper in his ear before death.
"The worst thing that can't be saved in this world——"
In an instant, the green hair turned to white hair, the jade skin turned to rotten wood, the eyes turned from agile to turbid, and the body exuded a strong aura of decay!
"Zhu, Yan, Ci, Mirror, Flower, Ci, Tree!"
As if he shouted these words desperately before dying, the next moment, "Zhang Hao" in this room suddenly changed.
Countless wrinkles appeared on the body, the eye sockets were sunken, and the face shrank, like bones in a grave, as if hundreds of years had passed in an instant!
After a short moment, it turned directly into a dry and rotten corpse, and finally turned into dust bit by bit, scattering in the wind!
This is a terrifying curse, cast by Yuanying monks, specifically targeting Shouyuan, and even simulates the legendary power of the five declines of heaven and man!
And the other side.
On top of the cursed altar, an aura of decay, decay, and the death of all things suddenly appeared in the place!
Any monk below the Golden Core level who comes into contact with this will probably become old and rotten in an instant and die on the spot!
Lin Chen's expression, who was fighting against the curse, instantly became extremely solemn:
"It's now!"
(End of chapter)
