Of course he knew that this magic weapon with unknown uses was full of unpredictable threats.

"After I have reached my hands, I have not really used this magic weapon against the enemy. Today I will let you see it."

Luo Linyin's tone was filled with emotion, "Since you can defeat one me, but can you defeat two me?"

puff!

Just as his voice sounded, the ancient mirror in front of him was like an embryo suddenly bursting, spewing out a strange stream of mucus. In the middle of the mucus, a black light and shadow formed instantly, and it turned into a thread with him.

Exactly the same figure.

This black figure is like a shadow condensed into substance.

"I'm so timid, why don't you let your ghost thing come out?"

Wang Li called out directly.

At the same time, he shook his treasure bag and sacrificed the 18,000 Mingbing Magic Swords.

For him, he must naturally be more secure in dealing with things he doesn't understand.

The pride on Luo Linyin's face suddenly solidified.

Sometimes, it is not a good thing to be too good to look for qi, and it is easy to get too bad.

He felt that there would be no problem with Wang Li in two or one, but now the strength of the Yin Ming ghost that was suddenly stimulated by the most cowardly cultivator seemed to have reached the level of the Nascent Soul cultivator, and the sword formation that this person suddenly sacrificed was the sword formation

, which made him feel like a slut.
Chapter completed!