Chapter 467: Snow on the Mountain, Bright Candles in the South 27

For a moment, Mingnan could neither see nor hear anything.

The whole person seemed to have turned into a grain of sand, a piece of cloud, floating in the air, with no idea where he came from or where he was going.

My mind went blank and all thoughts disappeared.

I don’t know how long this state lasted, maybe just a blink of an eye, or maybe it lasted a very long time.

It ended only when Mingnan's eyes went black and he passed out.

205 was so anxious that he almost hanged himself.

Unfortunately, it has no neck and can only circle anxiously in the space.

Mingnan didn't know how much time had passed, but he saw it clearly.

She and the broken mirror fought against the heavenly calamity, and the two sides ended in a draw.

The calamity was swallowed by the mirror, and Mingnan was blown away by the aftermath. He hit the mountain wall hard and was about to fall back off the cliff, but he was caught by the enlarged mirror and finally fell back to the ground steadily.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was filled with bright rays of light. The disaster was over.

205 breathed a sigh of relief.

Then auspicious aura descended from the sky and enveloped Mingnan and the mirror. The mirror surface became as bright as new silver and flashed with dazzling light.

The horrific wounds on Mingnan's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In addition, the surrounding spiritual energy was also constantly gathering towards her.

205 was stunned: [Is this... a breakthrough?! ]

It was surprised and delighted. It was the first time it saw a true blessing in disguise.

The ancients said that misfortune and fortune go hand in hand, and our ancestors were right!

Originally, it thought that it was not wise for Mingnan to come here today, but now think about it, life is only once, there is no point in being so wise or unwise.

If Mingnan hadn't come, he wouldn't have encountered Taotie.

If she had not met Taotie, she would not have known that a divine bow was born underground, and she would not have let the divine bow recognize its master.

If she hadn't helped Gu Jing overcome the calamity, she might have been able to escape, but she would never have had such a good chance of a breakthrough.

She seemed to be injured all the time tonight, but in the end she killed Taotie to avenge the people of Ancheng, obtained the divine bow Wanyue, and successfully survived the heavenly tribulation and broke through again.

And that glutton...

205 Thinking of its miserable appearance, it sighed and was still very curious about what its meat tasted like.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed into Mingnan's body.

The damaged spiritual veins and internal organs recovered quickly with the nourishment of spiritual power. The dried-up dantian became full again, the elixir regained its glow, and the dim double-bird pattern on it became brighter and brighter.

"Cry——"

The Chongming bird flapped its wings and flew, roaming in Mingnan's sea of ​​consciousness.

When passing by the small crescent-shaped bow mark, it stopped curiously, tilted its head to stare at it, and couldn't help but peck it.

Wan Yue: “?”

It trembled violently, as if in silent protest.

When Chongming saw it struggling, he immediately got angry and swallowed it into his stomach.

Wanyue: “…”

205: [……]

They are all living ancestors.

Fortunately, its space is invisible, otherwise it would be in the bird's stomach right now.

Wanyue is a divine weapon after all, how could he be a good person?

The fire immediately grew bigger, churning in Chongming's stomach.

Chongming tried to hold it in again and again, but couldn't hold it in any longer and spat it out with a "gulp".

205: [……]

A bow and a bird, neither was willing to give in, so they started fighting.

Seeing that the spiritual power had accumulated enough to break through the barrier, Mingnan's spiritual power surged.

She didn't wake up at all, but was woken up by the two people in the sea of ​​consciousness.

One was the condensed power of her blood, and the other was her contracted magic weapon. When they fought, they pulled at her brain and made it jump with pain.

She covered her head, turned over and sat up, gritting her teeth and said, "You two, just shut up!"

Chongming slowly lowered his raised paw, shook his wings as if nothing had happened, and turned his head to peck the fur on his back.

Wanyue shrank back to the size of a finger, floating in the air, twinkling, pretending nothing had happened.

Mingnan made them both laugh.

But she didn't have time to settle the score with them at the moment, so she sat up and looked at herself first.

The clothes were in tatters and would almost turn to ash and fall off if he moved.

Mingnan: “…”

Fortunately, no one passes by in this remote area.

She quickly took out a new dress from her storage ring and put it on.

After she put on her clothes, she looked up and saw the ancient mirror lying not far from her.

She stood up and staggered over. Although her injuries were almost healed, she still felt numb and weak in her hands and feet. The aftereffects of the lightning strike had not yet subsided.

A few steps almost took decades.

After finally walking to the ancient mirror, she knelt on one knee, lowered her head and was about to pick it up, but suddenly her eyes met with herself in the mirror.

In an instant, the mirror-like surface, as white as water and silver, shook and suddenly changed its appearance.

The person in the mirror disappeared, replaced by a strange picture.

Mingnan frowned and saw in the mirror that the sky was as dark as the abyss, the ground was flooded, and there were faint sounds of crying and wailing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Then the scene changed, and a familiar white figure fell down, with a large array drawn with blood beneath it.

Mingnan's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment the man turned his head and a tear of blood fell from the corner of his eye.

205: [! ! ! ]

205: [How could it be the host? No, this...what kind of mirror is this?]

205: [Wait! Why does this look familiar...]

It stared at it for a moment, and was startled. [Isn't this the reincarnation mirror from the mermaid world? Then what appears on this mirror is——]

Mingnan stared blankly at the person in the mirror with his eyes closed, muttering, "Am I dead?"

205: [Pah, pah, pah, don’t say such unlucky words, this broken mirror is inaccurate! ]

Although it said so, it knew in its heart that what appeared in the Samsara Mirror was most likely Mingnan's final fate. Otherwise, if Mingnan really ascended smoothly, it would not have encountered him later.

But it really couldn't bear to see Mingnan die so...miserably.

Before they could take a closer look, the Samsara Mirror flashed and returned to its normal appearance, clearly reflecting Mingnan's thoughtful face.

205 Carefully observe her expression.

But I found that she didn't seem to care too much.

He even picked up the mirror and wiped it.

When he turned over to the back, Mingnan felt a little blood stain. He took a closer look and found that the blood had seeped into the complex patterns and formed a flower.

Mingnan suddenly realized, "So it was the mirror that swallowed my blood and revealed my fate?"

She took out a clean handkerchief from her storage ring, shook her head and said, "It may not be the end. She just closed her eyes. Maybe she just fainted."

I don't know who this is meant to comfort.

Just as she was about to wipe it with the handkerchief, the blood was completely absorbed by the mirror, leaving a dark red mark that could not be wiped off or faded.

It stands to reason that a contract can be made using blood as a medium, but the ancient mirror did not tremble. Perhaps the artifact has a spirit and is unwilling to recognize her as its master.

Mingnan didn't feel disappointed. After all, she already had Wanyue, and one shouldn't be too greedy.

She put away the handkerchief, turned the mirror over, and found that there was a red lotus in the mirror, and its petals were trembling gently.

"Flower in the mirror? Is it a spirit?"

Mingnan pointed at the mirror curiously, and the lotus immediately closed its petals, as if it was a little shy.

"Haha." Mingnan chuckled, took back his hand and asked, "Do you have a master? If not, do you want to come with me?"