Chapter 4900 5.0652 Condensing Mirror

"What are you doing?? You!" The man named Lao Zhou gritted his teeth, and when he saw Mo Lian's cold face, he swallowed the second half of his words.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him looks plain, his phoenix eyes are particularly intimidating, making people fearful.

"Quick, quick look, holy artifact, holy artifact." Someone called out.

All eyes were drawn to him.

I saw a group of light emerging from the bottom of the pit, so bright that people couldn't help but reach out and block it in front of their eyes.

If you keep staring at the light group for a long time, there is a feeling that your eyes will immediately go blind.

With a flick of his hand, Feng Chen used a cane whip to swipe over, but he couldn't pull the light away. Instead, he let the light roll down the vine for a few feet, hanging in the center of the pit, just like a radiating light source. No one can open their eyes.

"The light is too dazzling."

"Yeah, what exactly is this holy artifact?"

"For so many years, we've been trying to figure out what it is, but we haven't been able to."

Lao Zhou sighed and said, "It seems that I never have the chance to see its true face in my life."

"Yeah, not necessarily." Another stammered, "Yes, with those few Your Excellencies here, I, I think today we might really, really be able to see the true body of the Holy Artifact."

But this holy artifact... I am afraid that it is absolutely unrelated to these people.

There are so many masters here, and it is impossible for them to grab this holy artifact.

The Holy Artifact has formed the Holy Spirit and has its own self-consciousness. Among these people, those who can enter the Holy Artifact's eyes will definitely not be ordinary cultivators like them.

Alas, what a pity, Lao Zhou and several people secretly slandered in their hearts.

Mo Lian raised her hand and pointed, and a cluster of long burning holy flames fell into the pit, circled the circle of light, and rolled out a black flame.

Lord Ji Si, who had been lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, couldn't help but stare straight at his eyes and shouted in his heart: "Black fire, it's actually black holy fire?"

Mother, what kind of ghost is this person in front of me, and what is he doing in the abyss of offering sacrifices to the sea?

The holy fire roasted and peeled off the light group outside, revealing the prototype of the holy artifact inside.

"This is??" Old Zhou and the others widened their eyes in surprise, looking at the prototype of the sacred artifact after peeling off the light group, their expressions were a little unbelievable.

Actually?

"It's actually a mirror?"

"Is it a mirror?" Everyone coaxed and shouted, "Eh? What kind of mirror is this, it looks very ordinary."

Very common indeed.

Now in front of everyone, hanging high in the air, is a small handheld mirror.

The ink-colored mirror edge is tattooed with thin marks, one hand is in the hand, and the face is a little too small for the small mirror...

Actually, it is an ancient sacred artifact that can form the Holy Spirit?

This kind of sacred artifact is not a man-made weapon, but a natural one that has been immersed in the years and has been immersed in time.

"Bold!" Lord Guangguang was held in his hand by Feng Chen, and his small mouth opened and closed, and angrily reprimanded, "Ignorant human beings, what are your expressions?"

How dare you look at Lord Guangguang with suspicious eyes, you think you have a long life, right?

Feng Chen sneered, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw the air fluctuate slightly, and Qiao Qiao's little face suddenly appeared in the phantoms like water lines.

"What are you doing!!" Qiao Mu roared at the illusory light and shadow in front of him, "I haven't come back for so long, what are you talking about!"