Ninth-level fairy

The crowd immediately scattered with screams, and everyone retreated in fear.

The corpse lay on the ground and began to slowly ooze a silver liquid.

This liquid, like mercury, glowed silvery under the moonlight. It gradually gathered and became as big as a washbasin, sparkling and as smooth as a mirror.

"Mirror? No!"

"Is this the mirror monster? A mirror formed of liquid?"

Du Fang was a little puzzled. Uncle Xuanzhen had said when he came down the mountain that the mirror monster was a fourth-level monster. The demonic power and demonic energy in it should be surging and rolling all over its body.

It is impossible that he would be killed by my sword like now, which is totally unreasonable.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind. Du Fang had heard his former fellow apprentices mention that big monsters could devour people's emotions and six senses.

As soon as this thought crossed Du Fang's mind, something strange had already crossed his mind. Feeling that something was wrong, he immediately shouted at Li Qingshuang:

"Close your eyes quickly and don't be afraid!"

When he wanted to close his eyes, he suddenly found that his whole body was no longer under the control of his brain.

In front of his eyes, a mist rose, and a head appeared from the mist. The head was pale and white, and it was his long-dead father.

There was a bloody intestine connected to my father's head.

A black evil ghost was holding a carving knife and slowly cutting off the eyes, ears and lips of his father's head.

Everything was put into a blue porcelain bottle.

The black evil ghost was still not satisfied. It stretched its bloody hands into the eye sockets and continued to dig out the brain, marrow, blood and flesh.

Feelings of pain and fear rose from the bottom of my heart at the same time.

"don't want……"

Du Fang knelt on the ground and tried to reach out to stop the evil black ghost.

But when he stretched out his hand, all he felt was a blank space.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his heart. It was Wang Er biting the flesh on his ribs fiercely. This intense pain pulled him out of the illusion.

In front of Du Fang's eyes, there was only a white mist. In the mist, there was a silver mirror flashing like the surface of water. All the illusions came from this mirror.

Just as he was about to reach out and grab the sword, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his head. Du Fang could clearly feel that his entire soul seemed to be hooked out of his body by a big hand.

Half of the soul was exposed to the night sky. Without the warmth of the body, it felt like falling into an ice cave, and the weak soul was in pain.

This mirror can read the memories in one's brain and evoke the pain and fear in one's heart.

Du Fang seemed to feel that a bloody mouth stretched out from the night sky and was swallowing his soul.

At this critical moment, Du Fang bit the tip of his tongue hard, shook his head vigorously, and the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror on his chest burst out with a bright white light.

In an instant, his soul returned to his body. Feeling the warmth of his body, Du Fang immediately drew his sword and chopped the mirror in the mist in front of him into pieces.

His whole body seemed to be crazy, hacking around continuously.

The fog cleared and the mirror disappeared.

Du Fang lay weakly on the ground.

As expected, all he saw were corpses.

All the souls of these people were swallowed up by the bloody mouth in the white mist just now.

When the soul leaves the body, the body becomes a dead object.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Du Fang called out anxiously, "Senior Sister! Senior Sister? Are you there?"

Turning around and looking around, there was no sign of Li Qingshuang.

Du Fang was stunned for a moment. If Li Qingshuang died, he wouldn't have to go back to the mountain. There was no need to think about bringing glory to the sword sect or honor to the family.

Uncle Guang Xuanzhen and the headmaster could both cut him into pieces.

Du Fang, sweating profusely, searched the pile of corpses. Li Qingshuang, dressed in purple, was not among them. Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around.

Obviously, Li Qingshuang left when his soul was trapped by the mirror just now.

The best news is that she is not dead. Whether she was captured by the mirror monster or left on her own and escaped from danger, it is better than lying dead in front of her.

The whole yard was filled with dead bodies.

The mirror monster was mixed in the crowd, and Du Fang's sword only sped up the mirror monster's pace of devouring people's souls.

As expected, Uncle Xuanzhen guessed correctly when he said that the monsters in the four realms do not eat human flesh and blood. But Uncle Xuanzhen didn't know that this bastard actually feeds on human souls. It uses mirrors to arouse fear and trembling in people's hearts, making them lose their minds.

No wonder it was used to deal with the desperate masters of the Longyuan Sword Sect.

Du Fang had heard about this method of using a mirror to capture a person's soul a few years ago from his fellow apprentices who went down the mountain to eliminate demons. The big demon devoured people's six senses, and things produced by people's emotions were the most delicious food to it.

Use the mirror to evoke the memories and pains in people's hearts. The fresh soul is nourished by various human emotions, and the taste is even more magical when it enters the mouth.

Du Fang bit his lips in hatred. At that moment, he finally guessed what it was, but it was too late. The mirror monster had completely confused his mind.

This was also the first time he encountered such an evil monster.

Suddenly, Wang Erjiu cried out in front of him, and Du Fang immediately grasped his sword, but the danger was not over. Suddenly, a black cloud quickly floated in from a distance and landed on the roof.

A cold aura instantly spread throughout his body, enveloping him completely.

A strange and delicate laugh was heard: "There are still some who haven't died yet. This Taoist has some skills!"

Du Fang suddenly turned around, pointed his sword at the sky, and shouted, "Where did you come from, you bastard? Get over here!"

Standing on the roof was a short, dark, shriveled and plump woman.

Flying forward, Du Fang thrust his sword forward. This demon that appeared at this time must be no good. When the sword reached him, Du Fang suddenly smiled: "It turned out to be a fat guy!"

The woman was square, as if her head and body had been flattened and compressed in a wooden box.

"Your mother is the fat one!" The woman became furious when she heard Du Fang's name. She shook the two black ropes in her hands three times in a row, wrapped around the sword in Du Fang's hand, and threw it out in two or three strokes.

She came over. Although she was short, she was very flexible. She grabbed Du Fang's arm and twisted it backwards. Two black ropes wrapped around Du Fang's body, tightly tying him up.

This plump woman was indeed very impressive. Du Fang had originally thought that she had come in the dark clouds and was a sinister being.

When they got close to the fight, they found that the woman was wearing short clothes, had two sharp knives on her waist, and had strong muscles, just like a man.

He is a martial arts master in the secular world who can take advantage of dark clouds and use Yin energy to attack the body.

This must be a powerful evil cultivator from a certain sect.

After not even lasting three rounds, Du Fanggang yelled, "Auntie!"

Suddenly, he was slapped twice on the mouth, left and right!

"Who are you calling Auntie? Who are you calling Fatty?"