I smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Zuzu, none of your magic weapons are normal? Just from the name, you can tell that this mirror is not a legitimate magic weapon. But compared to the others, this mirror looks more normal. .”
After hearing this, Corpse Ancestor smiled slightly and said sinisterly: "If you want to control this ghost-breaking mirror as a righteous path, then it depends on your destiny."
I had no choice but to say: "Okay, I won't change it, just use this mirror, just five minutes."
As I said this, I was thinking that when I faced Xue Xin Spider's demon army, I would use Ghost Broken Mirror to control them all in an instant. Five minutes would be enough for them to kill each other.
Thinking of this, I put my hand on the ghost broken mirror.
But I caught Corpse Ancestor’s face twitching, with an expression of reluctance.
Damn it, this old guy seems to not want me to use this ghost to break the mirror.
So I asked tentatively: "Uncle Zu Zu, does this ghost Po Jing have a deep relationship with you?"
He quickly said: "No, no, you can just take it away if you like, I won't be sad."
As he said this, he pinched his heart with a distressed expression.
It seems that this Corpse Ancestor, like Fatty Yu, is also a joke.
When my hand touched the ghost broken mirror, an inexplicable feeling of wariness surged into my heart.
I gently hold this black round mirror, which has slim but slightly heavy edges.
Although it looks similar to an ordinary mirror, I can feel the incredible energy it emits.
The snake statue coiled next to the mirror is made of copper. Unlike the material of the mirror, it has already become patinated.
My fingers slowly passed over the surface of the broken ghost mirror, and I felt a subtle coolness. This coolness seemed to remind me that this was not an ordinary thing.
The broken ghost mirror is covered with maze-like patterns, as if to hide the strange power inside.
When I tried to look closely at the patterns, they seemed to disappear mysteriously from the outside.
There are exquisite metal carvings on the edge of the mirror. When I touch it with my fingers, I feel a sense of attraction, as if the mirror is welcoming me to become its new owner.
I tried to imagine the origin of this ghostly broken mirror, but it was like groping in a thick fog, everything was so confusing.
The Corpse Ancestor was transmitting messages to me at this time and told me the spell to use to break the ghost mirror.
I softly chanted the mantra taught.
The next second, I saw the ghost slowly rising from the broken mirror, gradually blending the world around me into the black vortex, leaving only a strange silence.
This feeling made my heart tighten, as if endless darkness was swallowing me up.
However, when I concentrated, I seemed to be able to capture some strange illusions from the ghostly broken mirror.
They walk the line between fantasy and reality, making me full of awe of this evil weapon.
With a thought, Ghost Broken Mirror returned to normal.
I don't know if he is smiling or crying on the corpse ancestor's face: "Jianfei, it seems that this little guy still likes you. Promise me that you will treat him well in the future. He has been following me for hundreds of years."
I made an OK gesture: "No problem, Mr. Corpse Ancestor."
"You kid, you are such a dog." Corpse Ancestor glared at me, then took out a white cloth bag from his waist and began to collect the magic weapons in the secret room. He said while collecting them: "I will take all these magic weapons with me. Then we will set off, and you will take me to my master.”
I put away the ghost broken mirror and nodded: "Okay."
In fact, I was staring directly at the white cloth bag in his hand.
I was thinking, what kind of treasure is this bag?
The Corpse Ancestor may have caught my eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "As promised before, you can only choose one magic weapon, and I can't give you any of the others."
I chuckled and said, "No matter what, Uncle Corpse Ancestor, I'm still a junior. It's our first time meeting you, so it's okay to give me one or two more."
After saying this, I felt a little shameless.
Wang Jianfei, Wang Jianfei, you are going further and further down the path of Lao Liu.
Corpse Ancestor shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, don't talk nonsense with me, even one thing is impossible, I won't give you even one anyway."
As he spoke, he took out a black gauze scarf from his arms and put it on his eyes.
I asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
"Don't ask too much, I can't look directly at some of my magic weapons."
The corpse ancestor acted as if he was trying to cross-dress, which looked extremely vulgar.
Abomination leaned next to me and whispered: "This old man is really weird."
I moved my gaze from Corpse Ancestor's black gauze scarf to the white cloth bag in his hand.
The cloth bag looks very ordinary and inconspicuous.
However, in such a "vulgar" atmosphere of Corpse Ancestor, I couldn't help but feel a little curious.
I saw the corpse ancestor gently put the magic weapon into the cloth bag, and I noticed that the cloth bag had magical powers. At a swift and unpredictable speed, it devoured all the magic weapons put in it, leaving no trace exposed.
However, the outer length, width and weight of the bag have not changed at all.
A strange and incredible power makes me extremely curious about this white bag.
Damn it, this is Doraemon!
This is the treasure bag.
Just when I wanted to get closer to see what was going on, I suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing by, blowing up the black gauze of the corpse ancestor.
He seemed to have noticed that I was "coveting" and suddenly looked wary.
Our eyes met and we both laughed.
I smiled and said, "Isn't this bag good?"
Corpse Ancestor took the cloth bag down a little and said, "This is my space magic weapon, this is the only one I have."
"I didn't ask for it from you."
"Who knows what your kid is thinking, anyway, I have never seen anyone as thick-skinned as you."
"Yeah, I'm really curious. Uncle Corpse Ancestor, you have collected so many magic weapons here. How much can this bag hold?" I asked shamelessly.
A proud smile appeared on the corner of Corpse Ancestor's mouth, but he did not answer my question.
He gently shook the magical white bag, which seemed to contain endless space.
Suddenly, the Corpse Ancestor reached out and took out a dark blue long sword from the cloth bag. The sword's blade glowed with a faint cold light and started to dance in his hand.
I was deeply attracted by this mysterious white bag and wanted to know its origin. However, the purpose of the Corpse Ancestor was obviously not to chat with me. I felt a strong pressure coming from the tip of the sword, and I couldn't help but take a breath.
"This sword is for you, okay? Stop staring at my space bag!" Corpse Ancestor rolled his eyes and threw the sword to me.
It was said to be a lost piece, but the sword emitted a ray of light.
The sword light pounced like thousands of dragons soaring into the sky.
Damn it! This old guy took the opportunity to test me!
Abomination grabbed the blue sword and gently folded it in his hand.
"Crack!" With a sound, the sword broke into two pieces...
