The bronze mirror in the old man's hand, looking at something that looked like a Buddha's house, he should have been right just now, not bragging.

Eighty-nine of these things are the relics left by the ancient Buddha.

Even if I am not close to it, I can feel the Buddha spirit emanating from it, the kind of mountain-like momentum... as if it can hold hundreds of millions of evil spirits in the world...

It is no exaggeration to say that the word is right and I am physically present.

What do you call it?

That mirror is.

The kind of positive spirit that makes us good people dare not look directly gives people a sense of incomprehensible, like an unblemished saint standing there, looking at you, and using the Great Power to observe what you have done in the past.

Who hasn’t done anything wrong?

There may be, but I dare to say that people who have not done anything at a loss are definitely a handful, because many times doing bad things is not necessarily intentional.

I can only say that old saying that people can't help themselves, even if they are in a stable society, they will not be able to do something that they can't give up.

In that mirror, as if all the sins were unscrupulous, even me, remembering the gentlemen who had been hard-hearted before... Although I did not regret it, I was just as afraid in the mirror.

It seems that in front of it, anyone will expose the darkest side of himself, and the darkest and most invisible things in his heart will be examined by it one by one.

The handle and back of the copper mirror are inlaid with the seven treasures of the Buddha's house, gold, silver, glazed, coral, rambling, pearls, agate.

But it is undeniable that this mirror looks very new, like a new mirror that has just been opened, and it is not clear how long it has been going through.

Being illuminated by it, the Son of God seems to have been hurt, his body constantly twisting, trying to escape from this formation, and those oil lamps as eyes, the fire in the wick has also begun to shake wildly, and even uttered a cry, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

But at this time, a dazzling Buddha light suddenly reflected from the copper mirror, as if there was another light source reflected by it.

Under the bright golden Buddha light, the oil lamps placed on the ground have also improved, and the flames burning at the wick have gradually stabilized, and there is no trend that will be extinguished at any time.

Not only that, but even the Son of God was also balked by this buddha light, and the Son of God no longer distorted, as if dead, silently fell to the ground, and never moved again.

Seeing this scene, Miao Wu people seemed very excited and excited to ask the old man: "Is it dead?"

"Are you stupid?"Does it still need to be asked?”The old man replied, “If it dies, its own air will have long since dissipated, do you see it look like gas?”

As the old man said, the Son of God just fell to the ground and did not move, but it did not mean that it was really finished.

I could feel the breath in the Son of God slowly flowing, as if it were a quiet struggle, trying to get out of the shackles of the air...

Just when I hesitated to show up now, I just listened to a sharp noise, and suddenly got a black mist from the body of the god, and the overall shape was like an arrow, and I went straight to the old man's face.

This arrow formed by the mist is unusual, watching the sound is not large, but its speed is far more than all the means of attack I have seen before.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it was before me, I would certainly not be able to avoid this blow, but I could only carry it down with my scalp.

But I don't necessarily carry something, after all, I have a body clam and an ancient atmosphere, nine out of ten can carry it hard to survive, but the grandfather is not necessarily!

At that moment of the black arrow, I saw that the old man had changed his expression, and it was obvious that he was panicked, and it seemed that I had no idea that the Son of God had such a means.

I did not hesitate, and threw out the knife in my hand and rushed up.

With my full force, I rotated like a saw blade, flying much faster than I was running.

Almost in an instant, the black arrow composed of fog was cut off, and when the two sides came into contact, a crisp sound was also emitted, just like the sound of metal cross-talking.

When the knife landed, the old man could not return to God from this situation, and looked at the knife on the ground.

At this time, I had run to the field, did not talk to the old man, pulled out the knife directly from the ground, rushed to the side of the god when I turned around, and raised my hand to its neck.

Even if the old bastards... now you want to move my grandfather?!

Under my current physical control, the knife is much sharper than ever, not to mention the Son of God, that is, the King of the Blackrobe came here, and I am sure that I scraped a piece of meat from it.

When the blade touches the god, I can't feel any obstacles, just like cutting the air with a knife, it makes me feel like I am dreaming.

Without giving the Son of God any chance to struggle, the knife cut off his neck and let its head completely disconnect from the torso.

But I have to say, this turtle grandson is also very strong, even if the head has fallen off, the mouth can still make a deafening scream, the whole body is constantly shaking, spasm, looking like it was hit by electricity.

“Oh, . . . .

The old man seemed to slow down at the time, trembling and looking at me, his eyes red.

“Didn’t you get hurt? why did you come here at this time? are you injured?”

I looked back, motionless looking at the old man, the nose gradually sour, tears can not stop in the eyes of the eye.

That's right.

After losing their grandfather, I was like a mad dog who did nothing for revenge, and more and more murderous names accumulated on me.

Those who do not know me, but only those who have heard of me, know that I am doing enough... and hard enough... but what do they know?

In the end, losing my grandfather, there was only one emotion I could feel, overwhelmed.

I don't know how to live my life without my grandfather's guidance, and how to move forward in the line...

There is no denying that I am very dependent on my grandfather, and I have grown up a lot involuntarily during the time when I lost them.

But now when I saw him, my growth seemed to be turned into a bubble, tears kept turning in the eyes, that kind of feeling of dependence, so that I can't help but have a sour nose, and my heart is even more complicated.

For a long time, I was dumb with my voice, controlling my voice as much as possible, and covering up the trembling of the voice.

“The Lord.”

Hearing my voice, the old man nodded trembling and nodded, trying to come and see me, but he did not move, and still stood on the edge of the formation, holding those oil lamps.

“Shut up for a while, son, are you sure you’re going to get rid of it?”The Miao Wu people climbed up hard, gnashing their teeth and staring at the god on the ground: "This bastard is not easy... give it a little time to get out of the situation!"

"Don't force yourself."

The old man looked at me, and the worry in his voice could be heard by anyone.

"Don't worry, sir, I'm sure."

With that, I raised my hand, pretended to yawn, and rubbed my eyes silently.

"It's only the Son of God, and it's not the Black-robed King, and there's nothing to be afraid of."

As I spoke, I lifted my foot and stepped heavily on the chest of the Son of God.

I didn't know how strong I was, I felt it myself, the strength was the same as before, but when I went at this foot, I heard the sound of broken bones in the body of the god, and I was blind.

Is there anything in it? and bones? isn't it made of air?

“Can you get rid of it?”The man looked at me expectantly.

I shrugged my shoulders, but I didn’t fill up the words, pulled out the knife from the ground, and split it again on the head of the Son of God.

Without waiting for it to scream, I raised my hand again and repeated the action of chopping.

Every knife I used my full force, the speed of the wave is also fast to the extreme, I can't see the shadow of the knife, even the shadow is not.

When the Son of God was silent, his head rotted into a black fog, and the air in his body gradually began to disintegrate, so I opened my mouth.

"If I can get rid of it, I'll try to know."