Star Island.
The bi-yingying hairpin flew in the air, and the hairpin body was cut across by a crack. Next to him were robes that were torn and decayed, as if they had been corroded.
The three spirits flying out of the ring galloped forward, circling around the Ji Qing hairpin and Ji Yu robe.
"You're not dead, are you?!"
Ji Sha Sword stabbed Ji Yu's robe violently with the scabbard, and his spiritual sense probed towards the opponent.
It got a weak mental response. Although the Jiyupao Weapon Spirit has not been completely extinguished, it is not far away from dissipating.
The situation of Ji Qing Hairpin was better than that of Ji Yu Pao. It only withstood one attack from the enemy, and the second attack was blocked by Jing Yingrong.
"I didn't expect the enemy to be that powerful... We should have informed the mirror as soon as possible," Ji Qinghao said weakly, "It's really too careless..."
"How could Yi Yu be the one who found you here? You originally planned to deal with it yourself because you didn't want to disturb the mirror, but have you ever thought about what the consequences would be if there was an accident?"
Ji Jie Bi couldn't help but bring a bit of blame into his words. After realizing that his tone was too harsh, he softened his tone and sighed: "You don't know how big the reaction in the mirror was just now."
"Yeah, it scared me to death!"
Ji Yanzhu was worried, "I've never seen a mirror become so angry. It's so scary!"
Speaking of this, the weapon spirits all looked at the void ahead.
Jing Yingrong stood there quietly, with no emotion on her face, which seemed to be no different from her usual behavior.
But looking around, there was no Chaos Storm. Thousands of miles are empty, and even the power of chaos no longer exists.
Extreme anger leads to killing, and the movement of intention brings power.
The dark eyes stared directly at the clouds and mist, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the eternal night-like darkness and ice.
"……It's you."
She spoke, with a hint of surprise in her tone and a hint of surprise.
"So you're not dead."
"..."
The clouds were motionless and silent.
No one can imagine what kind of mental shock the beast god is experiencing.
When the woman in front of it just appeared, it suddenly saw another person.
The one who brought it death.
Two similar faces overlapped across the sea of time in an instant, and the fear buried with that person's death resurrected at this moment, like the dead crawling out of the tomb and grabbing it by the throat.
No, no, they just look similar, their expressions, demeanor, and temperament are all different.
It forced him back to his senses, but another layer of shadow lingered.
The other person recognizes it, and that familiar feeling has nothing to do with appearance. I must have come into contact with this person. When and where was it?
Suddenly, the topics that he and Yinshan had discussed jumped out of the water.
The lightning-like thoughts broke through the confusion, and the mind suddenly became clear.
"That's it...that's it! Hahahahahaha!"
It laughed loudly and almost madly.
"No wonder, no wonder Li Chengkong broke with Taichu Guan, no wonder he felt guilty. He himself couldn't predict the outcome. He knew it might be detrimental to the human race, but he still wanted to create an inhuman person. Well, what a supreme human race!"
Then, the beast god suppressed a smile and asked Jing Yingrong: "You want to kill me?"
Jing Yingrong said "hmm".
"Why? Li Chengkong is dead. Do you want to inherit his legacy and protect the human race?"
"No."
She pronounced the sentence of life or death in a calm voice.
"Because, I'm angry."
The hair dances in the wind, and the pores instantly turn silver.
The Beast God moves faster.
From the moment the opponent appeared, it clearly sensed the gap in strength. Only by making a desperate move to get the upper hand can you have a chance to survive.
The clouds and mist dispersed instantly, and something invisible rushed toward the mirror's face.
As if a gust of wind blew by, the scenery here suddenly changed.
Underfoot is green grassy land, the soil is soft and soaked with fresh moisture. The trees on the right are lush and the branches are covered with flowers. A small stream flows on the left, dancing in the sunlight. The mountains in the distance are like a piece of pale ink, with their outlines vaguely visible.
The gentle breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds.
Although the scenery here is beautiful, it is also ordinary. I have seen it countless times in my long life, and countless specious fragments are scattered in the sea of memory. It is too difficult to find the accurate one.
Jing Yingrong stood under a tree with white flowers in full bloom. The petals swirled and fell in her hair.
She looked at a figure dozens of steps away, feeling a little lost in thought.
The man stood by the stream with his back to her, his head slightly lowered, as if he was looking at the fish swimming in the water with interest.
Maybe he noticed her gaze, and the other person turned around, revealing an extremely familiar face.
That was Taoist Kongji in his prime, with young features and black hair, just like in his memory.
He looked at Ying Rong in the mirror, raised the corners of his lips just like in his memory, and called out with a smile in his eyes:
"Yingrong."
Jing Yingrong stared at him with an unpredictable expression.
He took a step towards her.
A speck of light flew out from between her eyebrows and turned into a precious mirror overflowing with clear light.
She turned her eyes, frowned slightly, and watched her body slowly fly towards him uncontrollably.
Kongji Taoist Master continued to step towards her, or her true body, walking slowly towards her.
As he walked, something changed in him.
The cultivation levels dropped layer by layer, and the appearance of clothing changed one after another, becoming simpler and plainer.
A sentiment of youthfulness crept into his brows, and his free will turned into a spirit that was just beginning to show off its edge.
In mid-air, the glow of the treasure mirror gradually dimmed, the complicated inscriptions on the back disappeared one by one, the lines became more and more crude, and the grade dropped rapidly.
Everything seems to be going back in time, and on the road paved by memory, the wheels of history are turning in the opposite direction.
Small fragments fell, Jing Yingrong raised his palm and saw his pitted and incomplete fingers.
Her fair and flawless face became like a broken mask, falling apart and on the verge of disintegration.
The existing facts are erased, and this body will return to a time before it existed.
There are only a few steps left between the treasure mirror and Kongji Taoist Master. The treasured mirror fell to the level of a spiritual weapon, and Taoist Master Kongji turned into a teenager.
His stature began to shrink, and his youthfulness turned to immature. He wears a token on his waist with the words "Danhua Sect" engraved on it.
Jing Yingrong watched silently, unmoved even if her body collapsed and was about to fall apart.
The two finally meet. The precious mirror was suspended in front of the teenage child, and the last trace of spiritual energy dispersed, turning into an ordinary and shabby bronze mirror, which fell into the small palm.
The scene changed again.
The place is a small, dark room. There were bedding piled on one end of the narrow bed and clothes piled on the other. A few pairs of shoes were randomly placed in the corner. Half of the door was missing from the small cupboard, which was filled with miscellaneous items of unknown use.
The child sat at the table, closed his eyes tightly, moved his hands up and down in a virtual hugging position, with the bronze mirror hanging in the middle.
Spiritual power and consciousness seep into the interior of the bronze mirror, transforming it bit by bit.
There is no furnace, no fire, no spiritual materials. It's just an attempt out of curiosity, a refining without hope.
The boy did not expect that after a while, this old bronze mirror, which was originally a common thing, would become a low-grade mortal object and become his natal magic weapon.
- This was his memory, later known to her.
Now, the wheel of history rolls here.
His hand suddenly trembled, and his spiritual power became slightly disordered.
This was something that had never happened before.
